Outside the Yangxin Hall, Minning looked at the hole in the roof of the hall not far away, waved to the guards around him, and wanted to enter the hall to negotiate.
One of the advisers behind Duke Yihao suddenly said: "A few years ago, His Highness made great achievements with muskets. He must have understood the power of firearms. Even the best masters can't resist them. When you enter the palace this time, you might as well have someone open the door and open the gun."
Shoot, kill the assassin."
The Duke of Zhenguo looked at Min Ning's uncertain face, suddenly turned around and slapped the adviser, and cursed: "You slave, where do you want to put His Highness's 'loyalty and filial piety'?"
As the eldest son of Jiaqing, Minning would definitely succeed to the throne in the future if nothing unexpected happened. Naturally, he would not take the risk of harming the emperor and let his subordinates shoot him, which would cause him to lose the honor of "loyalty and filial piety". Once something happened
If something goes wrong, the crown prince's position is likely to be shaken.
Most of the time, princes and ministers still value immediate personal interests more than the crises that the court may face in the future.
……
As the night gets darker, more and more soldiers and masters gather outside the Yangxin Hall.
"Don't hurt the emperor, we are willing to negotiate!"
Several eunuchs carefully pushed open the palace door, and several important ministers guarded by elite guards slowly walked in.
But I saw dozens of shields and dozens of spears densely blocking the front, like an insurmountable barrier.
If one person wants to break through these guards, it means that he has to defeat the combined efforts of dozens of people on his own, which requires tens of thousands of kilograms of force. In their eyes, this is naturally impossible. If they didn't have the confidence to guard against the assassin, even if they wanted to gain favor and loyalty in front of the emperor, the princes and ministers would not be so bold in approaching each other.
Jiaqing, who was dizzy from the pain, slumped on the throne, cheered up and looked at the ministers and princes entering the palace with a look of hope on his face.
Zhao Qing held weapons in each hand and found a seat to sit on, looking down calmly.
"This... righteous man, what are your demands for holding the emperor hostage? If it is not too much, I can agree to it if I make my own decision."
"What if my request is a little too much?" Zhao Qing looked at the officials who came over and guessed their identities.
"This... how about you, martyr, write down your request and let us circulate it for discussion." Duke Zhen Guo turned his head and glanced at the guards beside him, winked, and immediately two strong military attachés came to Zhao.
Qing ran out, ready to take the paper with the request.
This is a very reasonable request, in order not to leak the contents of the negotiations between the two parties to the guards.
Zhao Qing seemed to agree to this request and began to sharpen his ink and pen to write the content. At this moment, two military attachés who came to pick up things suddenly took action.
One of them flew towards Jiaqing, trying to snatch the emperor back; the other stabbed Zhao Qing with his sword, buying time for his companions.
However, they overestimated their martial arts. But when they heard the sword growling, Zhao Qing had already cut off the swords of the two men and kicked them towards the spear formation.
Under the influence of her strong internal power of Shenzhao Gong, the meridians of the two military officers, their hands and feet were paralyzed, and their bodies flew towards dozens of spears with no way to dodge. They were stabbed directly with seven or eight blood holes in each of their bodies, and their breath was completely gone.
None.
Seeing their colleague stabbed to death, the guards were all shocked and angry, and several of them immediately wanted to fight back. However, Minning was worried about the emperor's safety and quickly shouted to stop.
Just as they were making noise, Zhao Qing let out a clear whistle, which made the candlelight dim. Then he suddenly drew his sword, like a ball of five-color light rising into the sky, and then falling from the sky.
The sudden change in light intensity limited the eyesight of the guards. By the time they reacted and raised their shields and drew out their spears, Zhao Qing had already fallen from the sky. The blood knife in his left hand was placed on Minning's neck, and the long sword in his right hand swept around, cutting down the inner layer.
There were more than a dozen guards, the sword tips facing the other ministers, trembling slightly.
No matter how tight the defense of the guards was, they could not prevent the attack from directly above. The prince and ministers were captured in one fell swoop.
"You don't have to think about rescuing the emperor. He has already fallen into my unique palm power. I am the only one in the world who can save him." As she spoke, she slapped several ministers on the backs with her palm power.
"You are the emperor's son, so stay here. I have something to say. Everyone else should leave the palace."
Zhao Qing also inquired about the royal family's costumes, and after questioning Jiaqing, he confirmed the prince's identity.
The ministers who had been struck by the palm's power were pale in face, their legs were weak, and they were about to fall. With the help of the guards, they left one after another and waited outside the palace.
"Have you two ever known that you are actually descendants of Han people? One is Chen Shiguan's grandson, and the other is his great-grandson. Both of them have Han blood, not Manchu orthodoxy."
Facing Jiaqing and Daoguang in the future, Zhao Qing said with a strange expression.
According to the setting in "Books and Swords of Enmity", during the Kangxi period, Yin Zhen exchanged his daughter with Chen Shiguan's son in order to compete for the throne. In other words, Qianlong was actually Chen Shiguan's son and Chen Jialuo's brother.
, but he is a Han Chinese.
As the descendants of Qianlong, Jiaqing and the others are naturally the descendants of the Han people.
However, after listening to Zhao Qing's statement, the two of them said nothing, but the expressions on their faces were as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world. Zhao Qing knew that Qianlong had not told the truth about his son's background.
However, even if the two of them knew their identities, in order to protect their own interests, they would never admit it or publicize it. But it would be good if they could cooperate a little more.
Zhao Qing sighed softly and said to Jiaqing: "The masters and conspirators of the imperial court are vulnerable to my absolute strength. You must have seen it, so there is no need to continue to hold on to unnecessary hopes."
"Now that most of the ministers with military power in the capital have fallen into my hands, and their life and death are in my hands, do you still want to continue to resist? Just think about your sons!"
She took out an exquisite device from her sleeve, which was exactly the container that Ling Tuisi had previously used to hold Jinbo Xunhua pollen.
"In addition to my Qishachi training, you two and the remaining senior officials of the imperial court can also give this Jinbo Xunhua a try." A faint smile appeared on Zhao Qing's face.
After some more pulling and torture, the two were finally forced to agree.
As a result, Zhao Qing and Jiaqing negotiated relevant conditions and formally signed multiple treaties that "lost power and humiliated the country".
……
A month later, the notice issued by the imperial court had spread to cities and towns all over the country.
The World Martial Arts Competition, which was originally organized by private citizens and was located in Jingzhou, was changed to be organized under the supervision of the government. It was held on a specially developed flat land outside the capital, and all sects and sects in the world were ordered to have people present to participate.
As soon as this notice came out, it immediately caused a sensation in martial arts circles all over the world.
It is said that the Shaolin Temple, known as the top martial arts school in the world, immediately responded to the imperial court's call and sent several highly respected elders from the Bodhidharma Hall and Luohan Hall to Beijing.
Then the Kongtong, Kunlun, and Diancang sects also heard the news and sent their masters to participate.
The Red Flower Society, which had been dormant in Huijiang for many years and was already declining, was secretly invited back to the capital by the imperial court and began to serve as personal guards for some high-ranking officials and nobles, as well as many official positions related to the Green Camp.
The world is on the verge of rising ups and downs.