Yikuang smoked too many cigarettes today? To dare to say such things is simply unimaginable!
Guiziliu was so frightened that he woke up most of the time. "You...you want to attack His Majesty? Are you crazy..."
Yikuang narrowed his eyes, as if he was immersed in a sweet environment, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Qing Junzi? Haha... What era has it been, what else is there for you to clean up?"
"The world today is an era where demons and ghosts are rampant, imperial power is on the decline, and careerists are everywhere!"
"Even if we mobilize our troops to clear the emperor's side, who can we kill? Zeng Guofan or Xiao Letian? To be honest, we can't even move Zuo Jigao in the northwest!"
"In the end, just killing Fu Qing, Bao Yun, Weng Tonghe and a few stinky eunuchs...what's the use? If you kill all these people, you can't change the fact that the Han people are rising?"
"Besides, the emperor has come to this step with the support of the British... Do you still want to level the British embassy?"
"Hehehe... Go! Xie Dowan, aren't you always calling for a big revolution? Go to Dongjiaominxiang for a revolution..."
These words made everyone present speechless. Xie Dowan twisted his face and looked at the carvings on the beams and stopped talking.
Guiziliu seemed to be meeting this dude brother for the first time. He really didn't expect that this big smoker would be able to say such a truth today!
Prince Qing turned to look at Guiziliu, "Brother Liu, why do you look at me? Do you think I'm awesome? Hahaha... I just said what you want to say!"
"Don't you know that Qing Jun's side is useless? In fact, haven't you already made a plan to cut out the wings and then cut off the main body?"
"I'll tear up this layer of window paper for you! Don't move your wings, if you want to do it, let's just do it to the end! Go straight to that little brat Zai Chun, kill him... and finish it all!"
There was a gloomy wind in the Fu Hall, and everyone shuddered! At this time, Oratu, the little battalion commander, suddenly said, "Kill His Majesty? Then how to deal with the aftermath? With so many people supporting the emperor, how can we just let it go?"
Yikuang took another deep puff of the sweet Indian soil, and the cigarette puffed out in the air, exuding the aroma!
"Haha, this matter is easy to handle... Whether it's the British or the Hunan Army, including Xiao Letian... they are actually a bunch of stinky businessmen!"
"They recommended Zai Chun to rush forward, but all they want is profit! If Zai Chun can betray the country, can't we?"
"Kill that brat, and we will promote Prince Gong to the throne. As soon as he ascends the throne, he will immediately grant amnesty to the whole world, and give officials like Zeng Guofan, Zuo Zongtang, and other Han ministers promotions and titles!"
"The previous treaties between the European powers remain unchanged at all, and we even recognize the secret agreement between Zaichun and Britain!"
"As for Xiao Letian, doesn't he want those industrial zones? Give him 30% more land area and give him whatever he wants!"
"You have money, why are you trying to overthrow us? Do you really think that these people are all good to Zai Chun? They all love money!"
Zai Cheng licked his lips, as if he smelled the sweet fragrance of blood. "It's a bit interesting, it's indeed a bit interesting! But... if this happens, the world's reputation will be bad. Will we be scolded?"
"Hahaha..." Yikuang smiled like a lunatic. "Reputation? Do you still want to build a chastity arch? Come on, our reputation in history will not be improved, it will stink on the streets!"
"As long as we win, if we have a history book of victory, we can compile it however we want? Even if we can't compile it anymore, it doesn't matter. At least with us here, the system of the Eight Banners can still be preserved, and our descendants can still have a mouth to speak of. Let’s eat…”
Today, Yi Kuang, with the blessing of the finest Indian horse-shoe soil, actually erupted with a unique political aura, and what he said made Guiziliu speechless!
"None of us should think about the prosperous age of Kangxi and Qianlong. There will be no prosperous age in the Qing Dynasty in the future, at least not the prosperous age of our Eight Banners!"
"Those warlords of the Han people and their border officials are too powerful to be replaced. No one can think of taking back power. If you take power, they will fight with you, and they will start a civil war. They may force out a Zhu Yuanzhang..."
"Or simply force them all to Xiao Letian's side..."
"As for the foreign devils? I am absolutely determined to defeat them. Let alone the real foreign devils, I don't even dare to make an enemy of Xiao Letian!"
"In the future, there will not be many good days for our Eight Banners! From now on, Wang Xiaoer will celebrate the New Year, and every year will be worse than the last! The children of the Eight Banners will only be able to maintain or even less salary in the future, and there will be less oil and water in being an official. There are so many!”
"But so what? Life is hard, but we can still live. It's just that in the past we had abalone and sea cucumber, but now we have sauerkraut and white meat, and people can still live!"
"As long as we can keep this, and don't dream about restoring the prosperous times, we can maintain our lives!"
"Zaichun's approach won't work. He always has a dream of a prosperous world in his mind, and he always wants to destroy the Eight Banners' hard-core crops to try that dream!"
"Damn Cixi's big white legs... I don't want to gamble, I just want to maintain the current hard-core crops! We only have more than one million bannermen in the world, so we can't afford to gamble. We have no money to continue gambling!"
"Get rid of Zaichun. Sixth brother, please come to power and maintain the hard-core crops of our more than one million bannermen! Isn't it traitorous to the country? Whoever sells is not selling anyway. If he allows Zaichun to sell, he must allow us to sell! "
"Haha... let's not have big dreams of eternity. It's been two hundred years since we entered the customs, which is enough! Let's keep it up with the paper. Once it's done, it will take another hundred years..."
"Among the past dynasties, there are many dynasties that can live for three hundred years. We must be content... contentment is always happy! Haha, anyway, I am content now. I have enough to eat, drink and have fun, and I have enough children and grandchildren!"
"As for...the great-grandson's generation...I can't control that..."
Having said this, the pipe in Prince Qing's hand clattered onto the pillow, and he tilted his head and fell asleep!
These words had a great impact on the people present. Prince Qing was not talking nonsense. In fact, this truth is still very popular within the Eight Banners!
There are many bannermen who are waiting for death. It is a miracle that this ethnic minority from the Northeast can settle in the Central Plains and rule it for so many years with a population of several million!
Many Eight Banners disciples don’t have too high ideals. They just think about the iron rice bowl in their own pot, with meat to eat meat and vegetables to eat vegetables. As long as the court does not fall, they can still eat enough mixed noodles anyway!
What else do you want? Why gamble on an illusory future of prosperity? What if you lose the bet?
It's your business if you, Zaichun, are willing to bet. You can't force us to bet together. You are becoming more and more ruthless now, and we can't even eat the mixed noodles!
If not, what are you waiting for?
"It's done!" Zai Cheng said fiercely, "Let's plan this matter carefully, don't let Qing Jun sidetrack us, and directly kill this bastard Zai Chun!"
"Father, you ascend the throne, this is the only way!"
En Guang from Donghua Gate also jumped up, "Yes! Let's do it this way... I have friends in the palace. When the time comes, we will cooperate inside and outside to attack the Forbidden City. The new Imperial Army will not be enough!"
Note: This, this, this... these days, there are only about fifty book friends of yours in Tou Yulu these days. Isn’t this too few?
What is everyone doing? It’s already the New Year?
One minute a day, no trouble?
