When the army arrives, the thieves will be defeated! I ask your Majesty to take care of the dragon body."

The red glow on Qianlong's face had subsided at this time, and he sat back on the throne tremblingly. His face turned pale and blue, and the sound of breathing out of his nostrils became louder and louder; his eyes that were originally filled with anger dimmed, and the corners of his mouth began to tremble.

Start shivering.

Suddenly, the three people in the hall felt that Qianlong was really old, and he was like a candle in the wind, jumping and struggling feebly.

After a long time, Qianlong sighed dejectedly, lightly punched the handle of the chair with his fist, and said: "How could this happen? How could this happen..."

After a while, Yong Yan and the others only listened to Qianlong's sad words: "Call Fukang'an back first, I want to hear what he has to say. And Hailancha... let's go to Zhaozhong Temple!"

After that, He Shen kept chatting with Qianlong to relieve his boredom, and tried his best to enlighten the old emperor. He did not come out from Xihua Gate until the key to the palace gate was handed down.

Back at Shichahai's house, He Shen made do with a few mouthfuls and then had dinner. After a day of exhausting work both mentally and physically, he was very tired.

While I was drinking tea and thinking about something, Liu Quan walked in.

"What's up?"

"Master, I want to tell you about the gift list for the Emperor's Longevity Birthday."

"I wanted to ask you about it at noon, but I was delayed. How are the preparations going?"

Liu Quan said with a smile: "It's almost done, there are still four or five items left. In the afternoon, someone has been sent to the Wang family to send a letter, saying that there are a pair of red sandalwood and jade inlaid cranes and deer hanging in the same spring, and a set of orchid pavilions with inscriptions and peng.

The seals, Song Dynasty porcelain crowns and tripods as well as Zhao Mengfu's "Eight Great Enlightenment Sutras" and Arhat paintings will be shipped from Yangzhou next month."

(Wen Peng, the son of Ming Dynasty painter Wen Zhengming, a master of calligraphy and epigraphy.)

"Wang family, is that the salt merchant? I remember last year he wanted to donate a salt ambassador. How much did he give you?"

Liu Quan said with a smile: "Three thousand taels."

He Shen rubbed his forehead and said slowly: "Tell him later that he must handle this errand for me! I will mention it to the emperor again when I have a chance. I won't be able to do it in the next few days."

"Master, what's wrong?"

He Shen winked at Liu Quan, and Liu Quan immediately understood and kicked out all the servants in the room.

"I'm telling you, Fukang'an suffered a defeat this time, and even Hailancha died in the battle!"

"Ah?!" Liu Quan was so frightened that he almost shouted.

"You are not allowed to tell anyone about this, do you hear me?!"

"Don't worry, sir." Liu Quan said with a smile. After a while, he said to He Shen: "Sir, I want to go to Yangzhou. I am still worried about the Wang family's affairs. I want to personally escort the goods back. "

"When do you plan to go?"

"Let's leave in just a day or two."

He Shen thought for a while and then said after a long time: "Okay, I feel relieved if you go there in person. But remember, don't give me any trouble!"
Chapter completed!