When He Lin returned to Beijing, it was the end of June of the 58th year of Qianlong.

From the vast snowy plateau, I returned to the world of flowers and flowers on the fireworks. I could no longer hear the roar of cannons and fire guns, and I could not see the tragic scenes of two armies fighting each other and fighting each other. From the shepherd boys on the Qinghai grassland to the Xintianyou of the northwest, to the song pavilions of Xi'an City, the zither strings and zithers and strings of zithers and 36 lines of streets shouting and selling... All kinds of worldly and vulgarities make the group feel strange and novel, as if they were different from another world.

Because Qianlong instructed Fu Kang'an to stay in Tibet with the Eighth Dalai Lama, the Seventh Panchen Lama, the Ministers in Tibet, and local officials in Tibet to finalize the "Imperially Decreed the Aftermath of Tibet" to ensure that the local situation in Tibet must stabilize the situation in Tibet, the job of returning to Beijing to offer prisoners fell on his deputy He Lin's head.

The ancients said that the great affairs of the country were sacrificed and warred. Before going to war, worship the heaven and earth and ancestors to boost morale; the good news was sent back to the same sacrificial ceremony, so as to fulfill the promises made during the previous sacrifice.

Since the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, although there were frequent internal and external wars and many captured, since the Kangxi period, there have been a practice of "the mainland suppressing thieves did not offer prisoners, but only foreign barbarians offered prisoners." In the Qianlong era, whether it was the battle between Jinchuan and Jinchuan or the pacification of the Junggar and Hui tribes, military wars for expanding territory were frequent, and the ceremony of offering prisoners and receiving prisoners was often held, which satisfied Qianlong's great joy in commendation.

Now Beihai Town has repeatedly defeated the Qing army on the battlefield outside the pass, and the momentum of entering the pass is becoming more and more obvious. Under such circumstances, the victory of the Qingkuo War has become the only highlight in many years, so a ceremony of prisoners to praise merits, whitewash the peace, and boost morale.

As Heshen's younger brother, and also an imperial envoy and minister in Tibet, Helin was highly appreciated by Qianlong and was so popular. Since he arrived in Xining, he saw everything he saw, and he was full of flattery and smiled on his shoulders, and all he heard were flattery and welcome words. However, the more he did this, the worse his mood was.

After the brigade of troops arrived at Fengtai Camp, Helin handed over Gurkha Regent Badulsaye and several heads to the people from the Ministry of War. The specific procedures followed were handled by the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Rites. He just needed to follow. Because he would go to the Old Summer Palace to meet Qianlong tomorrow, Helin could not go home, so he only ordered someone to send a letter to the Marine Office, and then took his staff and his personal soldiers to move into the inn in Xibianmen.

At dusk, he had dinner in a hurry and went out for a walk with his staff. At this time, the golden crow fell down west, and the tired birds returned to loneliness, and smoke from every household in the city was curling with cooking fires. Walking on the street, he could hear the pleasant sound of the bells in the bells in the white clouds. The tall pheasants in Xibenmen and the eaves of the temple half hidden among the lush forests and bamboos were coated with a layer of golden red light.

Somehow, He Lin suddenly remembered Kong Shaoan whom he had met in Anping Port. In the imperial palace, the young man with a restrained face was now the leader of the four counties of Jiaodong in Beihai Town. His official title was strange, and his name was "United Office Commissioner". He couldn't help but think of a traitor. If he went to Zhao Xinshou like this, he would not know what kind of official position he could give him?

The staff member who followed him was Shen Shijie, from Shaoxing. He has been serving as a master for him since he was appointed as a Hangzhou Weaving Factory in the 51st year of Qianlong's reign, and he trusted him the most. Seeing that He Lin had been pondering and silent, he asked, "Dongweng, are you thinking about what will be right tomorrow?"

"It's easy to say what's right." He Lin came to his senses and said in a deep voice with his hands behind his back: "I was wondering when the emperor would let me go back to Gurkha. There are many mountains and poor lands there, and the only place that can be cultivated is the Yangbu Valley, and the annual output may be difficult to maintain."

Shen Shijie nodded and said, "The situation in Gurkha is really troublesome. Didn't He Taiyan have signed terms with the Englishmen? The next step is to determine the boundaries between the two parties. Dongweng and General Fu drafted the terms of the "After-disaster Charter" together this time, and fully implemented the "Jin Benba" system. He made outstanding contributions. The emperor transferred you back to Beijing this time, for fear of another appointment."

"This is what I worry about. The English people in the south are definitely not good people. They are more literary and elegant than Taiya, but they are afraid they will not be able to do political affairs."

Shen Shijie followed Helin for seven years and understood his thoughts. The two brothers of the He family, one is civil and one is military. No matter how hard Helin tried, he would not be able to become a Grand Secretary and enter the Military Affairs Office to replace Heshen; the only opportunity was to be a military officer, follow Fu Kang'an, and get a general of the Supreme Pillar Kingdom, and inherit the first-class Duke. However, Helin was definitely not as good as Fu Kang'an in Qianlong's mind. If he wanted to make a difference, he could not stay in Tibet and attack, and Heshen would not agree.

"According to my knowledge, Dongweng would discuss with the Zhongtang and ask him to help you work hard. Zhao Ni did not stop after fighting Jilin this time. Yesterday's residence said that the North Pirates' troops were still twenty miles away from Itune Mun, and the visitors were not good."

The two were talking when they heard a muffled thunder rumble across the sky from the west. Although it was not very loud, it made people's hearts tremble. Then a cool breeze came over the ground, with a slight smell of rain. He Lin looked west and saw that the sunset in the sky had disappeared at some point, black clouds rolled and tumbling, and lightning appeared and disappeared. After only a moment, the entire Beijing city had been enveloped in the dark twilight.

He Lin said: "It seems that hail is going to fall, so let's go back to the inn."

The two of them entered the gate of the inn, and the hail of the back feet was already falling. The postmaster, who had been waiting outside the door, hurriedly put on an umbrella to cover Helin. When they stepped on the ice grains all over the floor, they returned to the yard where they were staying. As soon as they walked to the corridor, the postmaster said, "Sir, someone just sent a letter, saying that it was from Hezhongtang Mansion. The official wanted your Goshha to come out to pick it up, but the man hurriedly left after he threw the letter, and he couldn't stop shouting. It was really strange."

After saying that, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it over respectfully. Helin and Shen Shijie looked at each other, and were very surprised. At noon, Heshen had already sent Liu Quan's son Liu Yin to Fengtai Camp. He said everything he should say, why would he still deliver the letter? Did something happen?

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, when he went back to the house alone, sitting under the lamp, took out the letter and looked at it a few times, sweat beads on his forehead came out. This is not what the letter is from the mansion, it was clearly given to him by someone from Beihai Town, and the signature was actually Zhao Xin.

"Come here!" He Lin stood up suddenly, and after a moment, Goshha, who was in the next room, walked in.

"You go and find the postmaster immediately and ask clearly what the sender looks like, how old, accent, and no details should be left out."

"Master, what happened?"

"Don't ask more."

When the servant went out, He Lin returned to the lamp and took the letter and read it carefully. Every time he looked at a few lines, he stopped and thought, and then looked again. After reading this for the first time, Goshha was already back.

"Master, I asked clearly. The postmaster said that the person who delivered the letter was about fifty years old, wearing a long blue cloth gown and a straw hat. He was more than seven feet tall, with a thin appearance, and had a beard with a horn and beard. He said that he had never seen this person before."

He Lin paced back and forth in the house with her hands behind her back, and said in a deep voice: "You should rest. Remember, don't mention this to anyone."

"Yeah!" Goshha was confused, hesitated for a moment and then retreated.

At this time, Shen Shijie next door had already changed his clothes and walked in. When he saw He Lin's face solemn, he hurriedly asked. He Lin handed over the letter casually. Shen Shijie sat under the lamp and looked carefully for a moment, and was shocked.

"Look, as soon as we arrived, we sent a letter to the door. It seems that our every move was staring at! What are the food for Shuntian Mansion and the Wucheng Bingmasi!"

He Lin slapped the table, then sighed and sat on the chair. Shen Shijie blinked, got up, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the other party, and then pondered under the lamp for a moment, then said: "Dongweng, where is the Jiamuna River mentioned in this letter?"

He Lin really knew that because Gurkha had invaded Zhemengxiong, he basically remembered the mountains and rivers in and outside the Tibet border and said in a deep voice: "It is the lower reaches of the Yarlung Zangbo River, east of Brookpa. By the way, there is a picture in my bag!"

After saying that, he got up and took the bag from the table, took out a folded sheepskin from it, opened it and spread it on the table, and it was a map of one foot square. This was his own drawing based on the surrounding situation described by local merchants when he was in Gurkha, and it was also regarded as a reference for negotiations with Major Patrick of the East India Company. Although the drawings were not very accurate, whether it was Gurkha, Zhemengxiong, Brookeba, or the British East India Company in the south, they were basically displayed on it, and the mountains and rivers that should be included were also marked.

The two of them lay under the lamp, carefully looking at the rough map, and from time to time they took the contents on the letter to compare. For a moment, the room became quiet. At this time, the hail outside had stopped and turned into a drizzle of rain... I don’t know how long it took, but the lamp flowers on the table suddenly exploded, which shocked Shen Shijie!

After a long time, he took a breath and pointed to a place on the map and said, "Dongweng, the Beihai Pirates are so cruel! Then Zhao Xin wants us to seize food for him!"

He Lin could see through it at a glance, and his mind suddenly became bright.

OK, as soon as He Ning signed an agreement with the British, Zhao Xin instigated himself to go to Northern Bangladesh to grab territory. And not only the Jamna Valley Plain, Zhao Xin also proposed in the letter that he would support the court with a batch of arms and supplies, with the purpose of allowing the court to capture all the land north of Awa, Myanmar, and Yixue's former shame that Fu Heng had to withdraw his troops when he was sick!

In the letter, the so-called miasma caused by drinking unclean water and local food. This disease is useless, whether it is taking Jinjina frost or opium. The only special medicine is available in Beihai Town. Now, whether they are fighting in Annan or Java, they have never reduced their troops due to miasma. Therefore, in order to ensure the health of the Qing army southward, he will give away a batch of special miasma-resistant miasma-resistant drugs for free. In addition, he will also provide a batch of high-yield rice seeds with a yield of more than 500 kilograms per mu. As long as these two places are defeated and then reclaimed, the imperial court will definitely not be short of food after moving west.

"Bang!" He Lin's face turned pale, and the teacup in his hand was suddenly smashed to the ground by him, and it was smashed to pieces!

Goshha in the next room heard the movement and hurried over to check it out. However, when he just opened the door, he heard He Lin in the room say angrily: "Go out!"

Seeing this, Shen Shijie stood up and walked outside the door and whispered a few instructions. Goshha nodded in a daze, and then quietly went to the gate of the courtyard to guard the gate.

Shen Shijie was also very thunderous in the contents of the letter. He lived for almost fifty years. Although he was not a master of knowledgeable classics and history, he was also a well-read scholar. From ancient times to the present, there has never been such a traitor in any dynasty. In the eyes of this man, the glorious Qing Dynasty actually became a little guild who expanded his territory for him. He was just playing tricks on him! That's too shameless, right?! He could even imagine that if he saw this letter for Qianlong, he would definitely be furious.

However, as a Han Chinese, Shen Shijie suddenly felt a little secretly in his heart for no reason, and a smile appeared on his face. Fortunately, no one could see this in the dark sky. He stood in the corridor for a while, letting the cool breeze bulge the hot sweaty body, until he shivered and calmed down, and then turned around and entered the room.

At this time, He Lin had already overcome the previous rage, but what followed was his terrifying heart. The North Sea Pirates did not even take the terrifying miasma seriously, and they also had special medicines, which was too horrible! If this was true, the smoky land in the south would no longer be the evil land that would make people feel terrified.

I don’t know how long it took, but Helin, who was sitting under the lamp, was increasingly surprised by Zhao Xin’s strange methods. Could it be that this person is really capable of being a god or a ghost as the rumors say? Is it really destined to meet such an opponent in the great Qing Dynasty, and the barbarians have not had a hundred years of luck? But the Qing Dynasty has been in the pass for 130 years, so what should I say?

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Early the next morning, Helin went to the Old Summer Palace to hand in a sign to meet Qianlong. Because the other party was very interested, he carefully asked about Gurkha and Tibet, so he did not dare to mention the letter from last night. After facing the Lord, he went straight to Shuchun Garden, a mansion near the Old Summer Palace. The two brothers closed the door and talked for nearly a night that night. Except for Liu Quan, no one else knew what they said.

Five days later, Qianlong's imperial carriage returned to the Forbidden City. Three more days later, the ceremony of offering prisoners began.

Early in the morning, Prince Ding Mianen, who was in charge of the imperial guards, led the troops of the Firearms, Jianrui Camp and Shanpu Camp, and carried the Gurkha Regent and several heads tied by Bai Lian. Under the guidance of officials of the Ministry of War, he entered Chang'an Street from Chang'an Right Gate, entered from the west gate of Tiananmen Gate, and came outside the gate of Taimiao Street, and stood north. Prince Jia Yongyan, who was in charge of the sacrifice, brought several royal princes and civil and military officials from various departments, and then entered the Taimiao to hold a sacrificial ceremony.

After the ceremony, the captives were escorted outside the gate of Sheji Street by soldiers and stood northward. Yongyan and others then entered from the South Gate of the Altar of Sheji, and the ceremony was no different from the Spring and Autumn Festival ceremony.

When the sacrificial ceremony ended, the prisoners were taken back on the same route, returning from the west gate of Tiananmen Square to the right gate of Chang'an, and the officials accompanying the sacrifice went to the Meridian Gate. A group of Gurkha prisoners had never seen this. They were carried around by the fierce Eight Banners Guards, and kept kneeling and standing. When they arrived at the Meridian Gate, they were already fainting.

At this time, a group of princes, civil and military ministers outside the Wumen Gate gathered in a row of ceremonies, which was so majestic that the needles fell in the field could be heard. At the second moment of the Chen period, nine cannons sounded at the Wumen Gate. In an instant, sixty-four drum music played by Changyin Pavilion were heard, and the melodious and deep songs began to echo in the Wumen Square.

"Haotian has a life of success, and he has received this foundation. Wu Lie Wenmo, Shigu is the ritual. I am the emperor, and I defeated Zhang Hong's rules. Fu Tian is right, and it is suitable for me. Once I understand Qin is like Hao Tian, ​​I will think about it. I will not seek the people, and I will advise them all day long and night... The emperor's holy spirit, Tian Xi's heroic posture, listen to the cleverness, and the French are knowledgeable. They will also keep up with the anger and strings. They will be generous and generous, and their vitality will be radiant. Long live the ages, and I will return to Si and Ji..."

Amid the drum music, the 82-year-old Qianlong smiled and accompanied by Yongyan, he sat on the Sumeru throne located in front of the Meridian Gate Tower. The ceremony of offering prisoners entered the most critical stage, and the prisoner ceremony began.

The Manchu governor of the Inlaid White Banner, the Minister of Works, He Lin, led the captive soldiers and escorted the Gurkha Regent Badursaye to the Meridian Gate. He first ordered him to kneel down to the emperor on the city tower, and then a group of Batulu guards placed twenty boxes wrapped in yellow satin on the ground.

Minister of War Qinggui stepped forward and knelt down and said loudly: "Put Gurkha, capture the rebel chief Badursaye alive... and others, and obtain twenty rebel chief heads. I would like to present them to the palace."

Qianlong, whose hair and beard were white on the throne, immediately said in a deep voice: "Take the Ministry of Justice to discuss the matter and wait for the post to come."

As the confident voice of the eunuch who was sent to the eunuch came out, an old fat man in his seventies and wearing a first-class top dress walked down the city tower, knelt down on the ground with his horse's hooves and sleeves, and said in a deep voice: "My decree, Su Ling, is the decree."

When the prisoners were taken down from the right gate of Tianan by soldiers, the princes and officials from the Wumen also came to the venue to congratulate Qianlong. At this time, waves of roaring roars sounded: "I am going to congratulate the emperor! Long live the emperor!"

Although Helin, who was kneeling in the crowd, was as excited and indescribable as everyone else, for some reason, he suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was extremely absurd and ridiculous. Even he was shocked by this thought, and sweat came out from behind.

After the ceremony of offering prisoners, Qianlong announced a reward to Helin and a group of officers and soldiers who participated in the escort.

He Lin admired a piece of python satin, a pair of woven caps, a pair of satin boots, a pair of judging beads, and a hundred taels of silver. The guards and officials along the way were rewarded with Jiang silk. The difference between silver was different, and all were based on military merits. As for ordinary Manchu and Han soldiers, they were rewarded with twenty taels of silver, each four was given a sheep, and each two were given a bottle of famous wine.

The next day, Qianlong issued an edict, and ordered a message from China and abroad. On the grounds that Bashadurye and others were arbitrarily snatching the border, leading troops to plunder the Tashilunpo Monastery, breaking the stable situation in the future for more than a hundred years, they determined that the prisoners were unforgivable, and immediately carried out a sacrificial corpse and beheaded the public. The Grand Secretary Wang Jie, Minister of Justice Su Linga and several ministers went to monitor the execution.

As soon as the imperial edict was issued, on the day of the execution, from Hufang Bridge to Caishikou was crowded. When noon arrived, the cannon fired, the executioners of the Ministry of Justice all showed their ability to watch their families eat. As each knife fell, the onlookers shouted "Long live the emperor". Not long after, more than a dozen heads had been put into wooden cages and were hung high for public display.

As the crowd began to dissipate, a few people who had already negotiated the price came outside the mat where the executioner rested, took the "spiritual medicine" wrapped in oil paper to treat tuberculosis from the other party, and then rushed home happily.
Chapter completed!