When Qianlong was caught off guard, Jia Liu could instinctively take out his gun and shoot it at the wolf.

In full view of everyone, he did not dare to shoot Qianlong's black gun.

The time is not ripe.

As a result, he didn't aim this time and actually hit the wolf's right forelimb.

But Zartu's arrow is the real cause of the death of the head wolf.

However, the power of protecting the carriage will not be inferior to the primary and secondary reasons.

It's really lucky.

There was no way, the guy next to him snatched the lines and said the same thing was boring. Jia Liu thought that in the calendar, wasn’t it said that it was appropriate to marry and marry today, so let’s ask the old man for a woman.

Qianlong was stunned for two breaths and asked Heshen: "What do he want from me?"

Heshen smiled and said, "Emperor, Jia Shikai asks the emperor to reward him as a fat palace maid."

I admire Jia Dongge more and more. Zartu's answer is just right, but it is a world of difference from Jia Dongge's answer.

Since the emperor ascended the throne, he has valued the most filial piety.

There are three things that are said to be unfilial, and there is no descendant.

Even Heshen had to admit that Jia Dongge's request was too extreme, so he could not even imagine it.

"This requirement"

Qianlong also smiled. After living for more than 60 years, he heard such an interesting request for the first time. He really loved this Jia Tulu who died and lived.

No wonder Bo Qing'er, Fu Sheng'er, Li Shijie, and Bo Ling'er praised him in their memorials. Even Concubine Ling's nephew Guilin praised him in a secret complaint. At first, he only said that this son was unparalleled in loyalty and courage, but he didn't expect that he was so honest.

The empress dowager who carried the sedan chair was also amused by Jia Liu's request and couldn't help but say, "This child is really honest. I will choose a wife for this child."

Of course Qianlong would not object, and smiled and signaled Zartu, who was kneeling, to stand up with Jia Liu.

Heshen mentioned Jia Liuyi: "I haven't thanked the Queen Mother yet."

When Jia Liuyi heard this, he quickly turned around and knelt under the old empress dowager's sedan chair, and knocked his head to the ground: "I thank the Queen Mother for help!"

"help?"

The old lady was stunned after hearing this, and then she became even more happy, "Look up and let me see."

"Why!"

Jia Liu hurriedly looked up at the Empress Dowager.

The face that had not been washed in a week, the bearded beard, and the whole face with the word "honest" written on it made the old lady like the more she looked at it.

"Can you tell me, why do you want a fat palace maid from the emperor?"

"Reply to the Queen Mother's words, I feel that a fatter woman is easy to give birth to."

"Then how fat you want?"

""

Jia Liu thought to myself that I just said casually, why are you serious? You can't say that you like slim or slightly fat, so you have to pretend to be thinking, and finally said: "I don't know the specific ones, but the Empress Dowager is just the decision. Anyway, if the Empress Dowager is satisfied, I will definitely be satisfied!"

The Queen Mother nodded: "That's true, after returning to the palace, I will help you find a good wife."

Jia Liu thanked him again, and in his heart he was asking the Bodhisattva to ask Jesus: Old lady, don’t really give him a 200-pound pound, slightly fat, big on top and big on bottom, then it will be done.

So fat, I can't handle it.

Qianlong had no intention of continuing to hunt, so he asked the Empress Dowager to go back first and then summon Jia Liu.

What I asked must be about Jinchuan.

Jia Liu naturally wrote to Qianlong one by one according to the lines he had prepared long ago. In his description, President Li and of course, they were both loyal and brave.

As for Wen Zhongtang and Hai Dutong and others died, Jia Liu didn't dare to talk nonsense because he didn't know.

"In this way, it is indeed the surrender of the enemy, which will lead to the conquest of the camp."

Qianlong pondered and asked Jia Shikai to return to Beijing to see what the children of the bannermen who were as strong as Mingrui looked, and on the other hand, he wanted to understand what he didn't know through this official position, the loyal and brave man from the Forward School.

Ji Yun and Heshen dared not speak.

After a long time, Qianlong sighed lightly and looked at Jia Liu who was bowing his head again: "Turn the knife to make a quick move, and you can live up to the young man. Did you write it?"

"Well?"

Jia Liu was stunned for a moment, looking very ashamed, "It was written by me. I was surrounded by a heavy siege and thought I could no longer serve the Qing Dynasty, so I wrote these two sentences."

Jia Liu said two sentences, but he didn't say it was a poem.

He felt that he could not master the ability to write poetry yet, so he was afraid that Qianlong would ask him to learn from Cao Zhi to do a seven-step poem.

That's trouble.

He couldn't chant a poem in front of this poem that was even worse than Li and Du: What a Forbidden City, it's so good. The emperor can sleep, so can I sleep too.

The problem is that Qianlong believed in the ghost.

Or, Jia Liu's two sentences are really fucking good, which makes Shiba all moved, thinking that one of the Eight Banners' children would appear again.

"Bo Qing'er said you are both civil and military. I didn't believe it very much before, but after seeing these two poems, I believed it."

Qianlong proposed to let Jia Liu combine the scene in front of him and write a poem.

Heshen smiled: The brother of Dongge must seize the opportunity. If the emperor can appreciate it so much, he is afraid that he will not be able to make a name for himself?

Although Ji Yun did not think that the children of the bannermen could have any culture, those two destiny poems were really good, which made him very interested in the young Jia Tulu.

""

Jia Liu thought Qianlong was difficult. It was not impossible to write poems, but how could he write a proposition? Isn’t it impossible?

He immediately expressed his refusal and said modestly: "How can I do any poem? I just recognize a few big words."

"But it's okay, I like both good and bad."

Qianlong also expressed his rejection.

"Not"

There was no way, Jia Liu had to go hard, just as a gust of wind blew, and the willows (poplar) were everywhere in the sky.

As he thought, he reached out to catch two willow (poplar) trousers and said, "One piece, two piece, three, four piece, five piece, six piece, seven or eight piece."

Um?

Qianlong didn't understand, and Heshen didn't understand. Grand Secretary Ji's cigarette pouch shook.

"Nine pieces and ten pieces, countless pieces,"

Jia Liu was immersed in the poem, thinking hard, and finally realized, "Your Majesty, the last sentence is that he flew into the bushes and couldn't see him."

Um.

Qianlong understood and nodded slightly. This poem was OK, but its level was average, but it was hard for this loyal and brave man of the Han army flag.

Heshen and the Grand Secretary of the Ji Ji were also thinking about this poem. The first three sentences were nonsense, but the last sentence was a clear stroke, which should be considered a masterpiece.

"Your Majesty, I really don't have much literary talent,"

Qianlong didn't applaud and made Jia Liu a little unhappy. This poem was clearly written by you the fuck, so how could you stay indifferent?

"It's hard for you."

Qianlong smiled and looked at Heshen: "I drafted an order and gave the first guards of Wuneng Yibatuluja Dongge, and gave them ten rooms and fifty taels of silver."

Ouha!

Up!

Still upgraded to level six consecutively, the third grade!

Jia Liu was very happy and quickly knelt down and kowtowed three times: "I thank the emperor for his kindness, and I swear to serve the emperor for the rest of my life!"

Qianlong was satisfied: "Get up, I never treat those who have made meritorious services. As long as you work hard for your country, I will not hesitate to reward you."

"Yeah!"

Jia Liu stood up and waited for Qianlong to get off, then he threw the mud on his head and forehead.

Both body shape and temperament have improved greatly at this time.

Following the guards, the walk was also obviously different.

One hand is on the back and the other hand is flat at the navel.

If there is a BGM at this time, it should be: the river is high and the sky is high, the eyes should be lit, don’t say it early in life, and judge right and wrong, and the future will be the way of the future
Chapter completed!