Forbidden City
At dusk, under the red sunset, this ancient building complex with hundreds of years of history shows strange colors.
The West Nuan Pavilion of Yangxin Hall is the outer room of Sanxi Hall. Because there is a secret passage connected with the military aircraft office, if there are important matters that need to be discussed in an expanded scope, Qianlong will often send a message to Yangxin Hall to conduct court meetings.
Mid-July belongs to Autumn 1. However, it was still very hot and uncomfortable in Beijing at this time.
In the Xinuan Pavilion, curls of sandalwood smoke rose from the incense burner. The originally stuffy Xinuan Pavilion became cooler under the cooling of the ice bucket.
At this time, there were many ministers standing in the Warm Heart Pavilion.
"Minister of the Ministry of War, Fu Heng was defeated. Does your Ministry of War have any proposals for the war in the south?" Qianlong, who was sitting in the Zhongzheng seat, looked at Niu Hulu Fu Sen, the minister of the Ministry of War, who was standing below and asked.
"Your Majesty, the Ministry of War believes that the imperial court should focus on pacifying the war in the south. If the war in the south of the Yangtze River continues, it will be difficult to guarantee the imperial tax revenue." Fu Sen said slowly, but he kept peeking at Qianlong's eyes from the corner of his eyes. face.
"Keep talking..." Qianlong ordered expressionlessly. Although he is not angry yet, he is somewhat dissatisfied with Fu Sen's nonsense.
"Hey, I'm here to accept the order." Fu Sen saw something was wrong with Qianlong's tone and immediately knelt down and bowed his head.
"After discussion with the Ministry of War, the slaves and others believe that the imperial court should temporarily suspend the use of troops against the Junggar tribe and mobilize troops from the north to go south to quell the chaos. If necessary, troops from various Mongolian tribes can also be seconded."
quiet
As Fu Sen finished speaking, the room was so quiet that you could almost hear the sound of breathing.
Qianlong suddenly stood up from his seat, took a few steps left and right, pondered for a moment and then said:
"The war in Jungar in the north is about to end. If we mobilize troops back at this time, we may miss the mark. This cannot be done halfway. As for the order to mobilize the Mongolian tribes, that is not necessary for the time being. If the court still needs to mobilize Mongolian troops to go south to quell the chaos, Where is the majesty of the imperial court? How does the world view our Qing Dynasty? Does the Ministry of War have other proposals?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. If we cannot mobilize the troops in the north, we can only mobilize local forces to quell the chaos. In that case, the court's budget for quelling the chaos will cost a lot." Fu Sen seemed to give another plan as expected. .
"Do you have a rough budget?" Qianlong asked.
"Yes. Calculated based on the double ring of the Eight Banners disciples during the war, plus weapons, food, grass, etc., it is initially estimated that it will cost 10 million taels of silver." Fu Sen lowered his head even more as he spoke.
When Qianlong heard this, he frowned and thought again.
"Ten million taels..." Qianlong whispered to himself, then turned to look at several ministers standing below and shouted: "Hubu."
"My servant is here..." Niu Hulu Aligun, the Minister of Household Affairs, quickly stepped out to kowtow and replied.
"How much silver is there in the national reserve now?" Qianlong asked.
"Return to the Holy Spirit. Excluding the uncollected summer taxes and related expenditures, the national treasury currently has more than 85.97 million taels of silver." Aragon replied briefly.
"More than eighty million taels..." Qianlong took a few steps again, and then his expression tightened, as if he had made an important decision.
"The Ministry of Revenue, transfer 10 million taels from the treasury to the Ministry of War to quell the rebellion."
"Hey... I obey the order." Aragon kowtowed in reply without daring to refute at all.
"Fu Sen..." Qianlong looked at the Minister of War kneeling on the ground and shouted.
"I'm here," Fu Sen replied hurriedly. He really didn't expect Qianlong to let the Ministry of Revenue allocate the money so easily.
"When you go back, write me a budget charter. Have you made arrangements for the transfer of relevant personnel?" Qianlong asked.
"Report to Your Majesty. The Ministry of War has probably made arrangements for the personnel transfer. But the leader of the troops still needs to be appointed by His Majesty." Qianlong was very satisfied with Fu Sen's return to his usual ability. If as the Minister of the Ministry of War, he doesn't know anything about it and has no preparations, then he should just get it done.
"What nomination does the Ministry of War have for leading the troops?" Qianlong nodded and asked.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Ministry of War recommends Lord Shumulu Shuhed to take on this important task." Fu Sen said, still bowing to the ground.
When Qianlong saw him like this, he remembered to let the two kneeling men stand level and reply.
"Shu Hede?" Qianlong thought about it in his mind, and then said: "Shu Hede is indeed good, but it is not appropriate for him to act rashly when he returns to Xinjiang. Are there any other candidates?"
"Report to your Majesty, General Wu Ya Zhaohui can take on this important task." Fu Sen recommended again.
"Zhaohui... Zhaohui is good, but he can't leave Yili yet. In case the Erut rebels in Amulsana make any changes." Qianlong once again rejected Fu Sen's suggestion.
Later, Fu Sen proposed several famous generals, but Qianlong rejected them one by one for various reasons.
"I haven't thought of any other suitable candidates for the time being, so I respectfully ask Your Majesty to make your choice." After Qianlong rejected several proposals, Fu Sen could only say "sensible".
"Since the Ministry of War has no one else to recommend, Fu Heng will continue to be in command for the time being, and he will perform meritorious deeds! Dear friends, what do you think?" Qianlong hesitated for a moment, then said helplessly.
As soon as Qianlong said this, Fu Sen still didn't understand what was going on. It is a grave sin not to understand the Holy Will. Fu Sen quickly bowed and shouted: "Your Majesty, Holy Ming, long live, long live, long live."
The other ministers who followed also shouted after Fu Sen.
"By the way, Zhangjia Agui performed well in this battle of Junggar. The Ministry of War ordered him to assist Fu Heng in pacifying the rebels." Qianlong ordered with a flash of inspiration.
"Come on, this slave takes the order." Fu Sen continued to reply respectfully.
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Old Summer Palace
The pavilion of Xuan Pavilion is made of stone carvings. There are fountains everywhere and small bridges with flowing water. The lake is like a lens, and the scenery is as beautiful as smoke and picturesque.
There is an unnamed pavilion on the east side of the Old Summer Palace, where the flowers and trees are luxuriant, but they can be manicured to be beautiful. In each branch and leaf, you can see the careful planting and care of the person who took care of it.
"Third Brother, I heard that you have gained another Han beauty in your house?" In the Xuan Pavilion, Aixinjueluo Yongxuan said to another Aixinjueluo Yongzhang who was slightly older than him.
"Haha... The fourth brother is really well-informed. Whether you are beautiful or not is just for fun. I heard that you are not bad at all, and you have got a good piece of land in the house." Aixinjueluo Yongzhang replied.
According to the rules of the palace, once the prince reaches adulthood, he must move out of the palace and live in an outside mansion. The two of them were able to enter the Yuanmingyuan this time just for the sake of daily etiquette.
"My brother's interest in the things of those untouchables is their blessing. These are just gifts from those untouchables with both hands, so I have no reason not to accept their wishes." Aixinjueluo Yongxun said.
Note 1: See the lunar calendar for details
