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Chapter 136 The Petition in Front of Tiananmen Square

On December 42th, 26nd year of Kangxi, at three o'clock, the Spring Festival was about to arrive, and the whole faction of the capital was celebrating, and God also appreciated the face. The heavy snow that had been falling for several days stopped, and the clouds disappeared. , the rising sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the warm sunshine made people want to sleep so warmly. No, the dozens of soldiers of the Shanpu Battalion who were on duty in front of Tiananmen Square were all a little listless, standing still. Not only were they loose, but they yawned from time to time, without any energy. Not only ordinary soldiers, but even the guerrilla generals who led the team were no exception. They were all bored waiting for the shift to arrive.

"General, look!"

After a soldier yawned fiercely, his sleepiness became a little bit deeper. Fearing that he would make a fool of himself on the spot, he shook his head violently a few times, trying to regain his composure, but he did not expect such an unconscious movement to make him discover a Terrifying fact—a large crowd of black crows suddenly poured out from the end of South Street, where there were no pedestrians, and flooded Tiananmen Square like a tide. Startled, his eyes widened immediately, and he screamed without hesitation, which immediately made all the officers and soldiers of the Shanshan Battalion into chaos.

"Be alert, be alert!"

The guerrilla general who led the team obviously did not expect to encounter this scene. You must know that this is Tiananmen Square, a place where idlers are not allowed to enter. Those who can come here are all from the government. So many "troublemakers" rushed in in such a mess, and under the panic, they didn't care that there were only about [-] people under their own hands, and they called for martial law.

"Qiangqiang..."

When the guerrilla general roared like this, the officers and soldiers of the Shanpu Battalion dared not neglect them. They all held their knives in their hands in a panic, but facing the surging crowd, all the officers and soldiers were obviously at a loss, their legs and feet trembling Those who do not know how many.

"Give me justice, I'm going to make a confession in person!"

"Give me justice! Give me justice!"

"Severely punish the murderer, give me justice!"

……

The surging crowd did not go straight to the cordon of the officers and soldiers of the Shanpu Battalion, but stopped in the square. Several men at the front of the crowd carried a stretcher covered with a white cloth. Looking at the ups and downs, the white cloth lowered their heads. There should be someone there, but I don't know whether it is dead or alive. Before the officers and soldiers of the Shanpu Battalion understood what was going on, the tens of thousands of people who were about to stop raised their arms and shouted loudly. All the yamen on both sides of Tiananmen Square were in chaos. Countless officials, big and small, who were working, all rushed out of the yamen to watch this unprecedented spectacle since the opening of the dynasty.

"Samure, Tochia, what are you going to do, dare to gather a crowd to attack the imperial city, don't die, don't retreat, be careful of your head!"

The Shanpu camp is the emperor's personal soldiers, and most of the personnel are selected from the upper three banners (Zhenghuang, Xianghuang, and Zhengbai). The guerrilla general who leads the team is Shanming from the Zhenghuang banner. Looking at the crowd, he immediately recognized familiar faces of all ages, and his flustered heart calmed down a little, and the voice of shouting became extraordinarily loud when he became courageous.

"Brother Shanming, we have a grievance to be redressed. Brother Aning was beaten to death innocently. I refuse to accept it and ask the emperor to make the decision for us!"

"We are all brothers in the banner. Why is there someone who doesn't follow the rules but is fine, but Brother Aning is only a moment late, and he will be beaten to death. I refuse to accept it, and I must ask the Holy One to uphold justice for us!"

"Yes, please Your Majesty make the decision for us!"

……

Although Shanming's scolding sound was loud, it was a pity that it couldn't frighten the bannermen who came prepared, but when they heard a burst of roaring noise, it was so powerful that the officers and soldiers of Shanming Battalion couldn't help but startled. Qi Qi took a few steps back.

"This is the most important place in the imperial city. Please don't be presumptuous. If you have a copy, I will go to ask the emperor for his will. If you really dare to act recklessly, be careful of your dog's life!"

Seeing that he couldn't frighten the bannermen, Shanming's face was extremely ugly, but he didn't dare to show weakness at this time, so he could only bite the bullet and roar again.

"Brother Shanming, you are a good person, and we will not make things difficult for you. Here is this chapter jointly signed by us. Please, Brother Shanming, transcribe it for us."

As soon as Shanming's words fell, a bannerman who was familiar with him came out of the crowd, holding a copy of the yellow silk mask in both hands, and handed it to Shanming respectfully.

"Wait here for a while, I'm going to ask for an order here, don't make a lot of noise, if you disturb Shengjia, you will be punished with death!"

Since this is a big matter, Shanming naturally dare not be good at it. After leaving a sentence to explain, he hurriedly rushed to the guard with the booklet in his hand...

"Your Majesty has a decree to announce that the thirteenth elder brother Yinxiang, the fourteenth elder brother Yinzhen, and the fifteenth elder brother... Hongqing, the prince of Chengjun, will come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to meet you immediately, hereby!"

Just halfway through the class in the study room, Zhao Mingde, the chief eunuch of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, hurried over, interrupted Hu Renyu's lecture, and announced the old man's oral order with a solemn expression.

"The minister waits for the decree to thank you!"

The incident happened suddenly, and most of the elder brothers were very dazed at this moment, and had no idea what was going on, but no matter what, since the old man had an oral order, no one dared to disobey it, so he could only be Qi Qi thanked them, and filed out of the upper study room, and rushed to the Hall of Mental Cultivation not far away.

"Hey, brother Qing, what's going on here, the summons came so well, could it be true..."

The old Liuliu was courageous by nature, he was the master who forgot the pain after healed his scars, now he saw something strange and couldn't help but muttered, but when he came to Hong Qing's side, he muttered curiously.

"Speak less and see more."

Others don't know what will happen, but Hong Qing knows it well. Although she can't be sure, she is still [-] to [-] percent sure. It's nothing more than a mess in the flag affairs. As for the extent of the chaos, Hong Qing doesn't dare She affirmed, but no matter what, this matter is not something that the underage brother like Old Sixteen can touch.

"Eh..."

The old sixteen wanted to say something more, but when he saw that Hong Qing's brows were already furrowed, he didn't dare to say any more, but there was an unavoidable strange sound from his throat, which immediately provoked all the elder brothers He couldn't stop staring sideways at him, but Old Sixteen was fine, he wasn't ashamed at all, instead he opened his eyes wide and stared at his brothers, making them unable to do anything about him, they could only twist each other boringly. Turning their heads back, a group of people rushed to the Hall of Mental Cultivation in such a silent manner.

"The minister (grandson) kowtows to Huang Ama (Huang Mafa)!"

After arriving at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, a group of great scholars and all the grown-up elder brothers had already arrived. Obviously, the elder brothers from the age of thirteen and below were the latest to be summoned, and they were generally here to observe, of course, to observe This kind of extremely rare holy family, as soon as the big guy entered the hall, he could already feel that the atmosphere was not right, and when he saw the livid face of the old man sitting at the head, he couldn't help feeling a little flustered, but he didn't dare to forget the etiquette, Then they all rushed to the front of the imperial court, and each paid their respects incessantly.

"Ok!"

The old man was obviously in an extremely bad mood, and he didn't even yell at him routinely. He just waved his hand impatiently and let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

"Son (grandson) thank Huang Ama (Huang Mafa) Long En, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

As soon as the old man showed his posture, how could the young brothers know that something serious happened, and their heartbeats would inevitably speed up, no matter how old or young they were, but no one dared to talk nonsense. After Qi Qi thanked him, they all retreated to the sides holding their breath.

"Xuan!"

Everyone has arrived, the old man didn't talk nonsense, he just glanced at the crowd sullenly, then waved his hand, and said the word Xuan, his voice was full of unconcealable chill.

"twitter!"

As soon as the old man opened his golden mouth, Qin Wuyong didn't dare to be negligent, he hastily responded, walked quickly to the front steps, shook his hand, spread out the folder in his hand, and cleared his throat , read aloud: "The widow of Ninggu'a, the armored man, Zhang Jia, kowtowed and kowtowed. My first husband, Ninggu'a, was diligent by nature and had no faults. Today, he died tragically..."

Hey, Eighth Master really did something, the prince is afraid that he will have to suffer again this time!

At this moment, Hong Qing didn't know about the farce of the petition in front of Tiananmen Square, but after hearing what this booklet said, she immediately knew that it must be the handiwork of the Eighth Master. Seeing his panicked expression, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"That's enough! Discussion, it's easy to discuss. I really want to know how this banner is organized. Thousands of people have come to my imperial city to sit quietly and ask for justice. Hey, justice, okay, you can give me a discussion later." It's fair to discuss this, Yinzhen, come and tell me!"

After Qin Wuyong finished reading the scriptures, he took advantage of the opportunity to read the name of the co-signer, but the old man didn't want to hear it anymore, he waved his hand impatiently, stopped Qin Wuyong's words, and vented in a very aggressive tone, finally , Hately named Yinzhen's name.

Thousands of people petition?Damn it, the eighth master played so hard, dizzy, this is to force the prince and the fourth master to death, ruthless, really ruthless!
As soon as the old man vented his anger, Hong Qing realized that something had gone beyond his expectations, and he couldn't help but tremble. At this moment, he didn't bother to lament the prince's misfortune, and his mind was already running at high speed , quickly thinking about countermeasures.

"..."

At the same time as the old man shouted orders, the eyes of all the people in the palace cast their eyes on Yinzhen, but they didn't see Yinzhen showing any panic, only saw him walking out of the queue slowly, headlong He knelt down, his body was very low, but he didn't speak. When he showed this kind of performance, everyone in the hall was stunned.

(End of this chapter)