Chapter 17 (17) POWER OUT OF POET

The rebel camp was smashed, and Luo Bu Zang Danjin escaped wearing a woman's skirt pants. The news quickly caused a sensation in Xijiang. Nian Gengyao was overjoyed when he got the reward, first he severely criticized Yue Zhongqi: "Old Yue, what's the matter with you?"Haven't you heard that details determine success or failure?What I want is Luo Buzang Danjin's head, what do you mean by sending me his woman?Do you think I'll take advantage of a woman? After the criticism, he rushed to report to the court. Yongzheng got the report and immediately held a civil and military work meeting of the Manchu Dynasty.At the meeting, Yongzheng delivered an impassioned speech. He said: In the battle of Xijiang, he went straight to the enemy's nest, plowed the court and swept the hole, and Luo Bu Zang Danjin went away, and the situation in Xijiang was calmed down.This fully proves that the leadership of the imperial court is correct and is deeply supported and loved by the broad masses of the people.Anyone who dares to go against the trend of history will be cast aside by the masses of the people.

I now announce that this court meeting will be changed to a poetry competition. All the eight immortals who love you will cross the sea, each show their magical powers, and compose poems to praise the great achievements of the court... Let me start first: Min'e is an important town, and it is dedicated to Lai Gancheng. The old strategy of Ningbian, the news played a triumphant sound. The wind tingles the pace, and the clouds and the sun shine brightly. The three victories are successful and the Xiliu camp is jubilant. After Yongzheng chanted, all the ministers exclaimed in unison: "Your Majesty, what a wonderful poem, I really can't imagine that there is such a wonderful poem in the world...

Yongzheng cried and said: In this world, unless you have power, no one will recognize that your poems are good... By the way, that waiter talks about Qian Mingshi, you love to write poems the most. Didn’t you always say that I wrote poems before? Are poems rubbish?This time it's your turn to have one. Attendant Qian Mingshi came out, shook his head and chanted: Zhou Zhaobo, who divides the Shaanxi flag, general Han from Tiangujiao... Yongzheng interrupted him: What Zhou Zhaobo?Return your second uncle!This poem is not written correctly, try again. Start again... Qian Mingshi's inspiration was interrupted, the tip of his nose was sweating, and he chanted again: Zhong Ding Ming Le Shanhe oath, the second monument of Fan Zang Yi Kan...

Yongzheng interrupted him again: What does the second stele mean?Is there still a first monument? Qian Mingshi: ...Your Majesty, there is a first stele, which was the last time when we pacified Xijiang... Yongzheng asked: "Is there such a thing?"What is engraved on that stele? Qian Mingshi: ...the one engraved is the Fourteenth Prince... Yongzheng frowned: By the way, if you don't mention this, I really forgot. The decree: expel Yinti from the capital, stop the supply of Lumi from the imperial court forever, all his family members will be condemned to shackles until he dies... Immediately order people to go to Tibet and smash the Pingzang stele to me!

The ministers were astonished. deliver an imperial order:…… At this time, a servant rushed over: Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's not good!When the Queen Mother heard that you were going to kill your younger brother, she was so angry that she bumped into a pillar...and collapsed. When Yongzheng heard this, he burst into tears and said: "My dear friends, people are not grass and trees, how can you forget your feelings?"For the great cause of the reunification of the motherland, how much family has I sacrificed... My mother died, and I am really sad. I want to write a poem to express my extremely sad feelings:

The kindness is heavy, and I can't help crying. The honor is exhausted, and the years have passed in a trance. The phenology is often like this, and the voice and appearance are unique. The bedroom door is empty, and one look is sad. When the word was completed, all the ministers wept: Is this also a word?Good words... really your mother's good words... Pass the decree: order Yue Zhongqi to find Zhangjia living Buddha in Tibet, and bring the living Buddha to Beijing to handle funeral affairs for my mother....