Chapter 669: Offering Prisoners and Peace in the Palace
When He Lin returned to Beijing, it was already the end of June in the fifty-eighth year of Qianlong's reign.
Returning from the vast snow-covered plateau to the colorful world of fireworks, I can no longer hear the roar of cannons and guns, and the cunning time signals, and can no longer see the tragic scenes of two armies fighting and bloody fighting. From the Qinghai grassland
The shepherd boys chasing sheep, the Xintian tour of the northwest herding horses, the zither strings and the flute playing on the pavilions of Xi'an City, and the thirty-six rows of streets shouting and selling... All kinds of worldly customs made the group feel strange and strange.
It feels like a world apart.
Because Qianlong instructed Fukang An to stay in Tibet and work with the 8th Dalai Lama, the 7th Panchen Lama, ministers stationed in Tibet, and local officials in Tibet to finalize the "Imperial Regulations on Dealing with the Disaster in Tibet" and to stabilize the local situation in Tibet, so he returned to Beijing to present the prisoners.
It fell on the deputy and Lin's heads.
The ancients said that the major affairs of the country depend on sacrifice and military affairs. Before going out for an expedition, one must worship the heaven, earth and ancestors to boost morale. When news of success comes back, a sacrificial ceremony must also be held to fulfill the promises made during the previous sacrifice.
Since the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, although internal and external wars have been frequent and many prisoners have been captured, since the Kangxi era, there has been a practice of "not offering prisoners to suppress thieves in the interior, but offering prisoners to foreign barbarians". By the Qianlong era, both large and small Jinchuan
The battle was still to pacify the Junggar and Hui tribes, and military wars to expand territory continued frequently. Prisoner presentation ceremonies were often held, which satisfied Qianlong's desire for great success.
Nowadays, Beihai Town has repeatedly defeated the Qing army on the battlefield outside the Pass, and the trend of sending troops into the Pass has become increasingly clear. Under such circumstances, the victory of the Qingkong War has become the only bright spot in many years, so a battle was used to praise and whitewash
In order to boost morale and morale, the prisoner presentation ceremony became inevitable.
As the younger brother of He Shen, and also the imperial envoy and minister in charge of affairs in Tibet, He Lin was deeply appreciated by Qianlong. She was very popular. From the moment she arrived in Xining, everywhere she went, she saw everyone smiling and smiling.
As a young man, all he heard were flattering words. However, the more this happened, the worse his mood became.
After the large group of troops arrived at Fengtai Camp, Helin handed over the Gorkha Regent Badur Saye and several leaders to people from the Ministry of War. The subsequent specific procedures were handled by the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Rites, and he only had to follow them.
Okay. Because I have to go to the Old Summer Palace to see Qianlong tomorrow, and He Lin can't go home, so I just ordered someone to send a notice to the military base. After completing the formalities, I took my staff and long followers and moved into Xibianmen.
The inn inside.
At dusk, he had a hasty dinner and then took his staff out for a walk. At this time, the golden crows were falling in the west, the tired birds were lonely, and every house in the city was filled with smoke. As he walked on the street, he vaguely heard the sight of Baiyun Temple.
The sweet clanking sound of the inner bells, the tall pheasants of the Xibian Gate and the cornices of the palace half-hidden in the dense forest of bamboos were all coated with a layer of golden-red light.
For some reason, He Lin suddenly remembered Kong Shaoan whom he had met in Anping Port. In the imperial palace, the young man with a reserved face was now the big boss of Beihai Town in charge of the four counties of Jiaodong, with a strange official title.
, what is "Administrative Commissioner" called? He couldn't help but think of a treacherous thought. If he went to work for Zhao Xinjun like this, I wonder what kind of official position he could be given?
The staff member following him was named Shen Shijie, who was from Shaoxing. He had been working with him as a master since he was appointed as Hangzhou Weaving Agent in the 51st year of Qianlong's reign. Shen Shijie and Lin were silent all the time, and asked with a smile: "Dong Weng, are you here?"
Are you thinking about playing the right thing tomorrow?"
"It's easy to talk about the right things." He Lin came back to her senses and said in a deep voice with her hands behind her back: "I was wondering when the emperor would let me go back to Gorkha. There are many mountains and barren land, and the only place that can be cultivated is Yangbu.
In the river valley, it may be difficult to maintain the annual output."
Shen Shijie nodded and said: "The situation in Gurkha is indeed very troublesome. Hasn't He Taiyan already signed terms with the British? The next step is to determine the boundary between the two sides. It shouldn't be a big problem. This time Dong Weng and Marshal Fu worked together to draw up the terms
According to the provisions of the "Regulations on the Aftermath", and the "Golden Pemba" system has been fully implemented, and you have made outstanding achievements, the emperor will transfer you back to Beijing this time, fearing that you will be appointed elsewhere."
"That's what I'm worried about. The English people in the south are by no means a friendly people. The people like Taiyan are very talented in literature, but I'm afraid they are not good at political affairs."
Shen Shijie has followed He Lin for seven years, and he understands his thoughts very well. The two brothers of the He family are one civilized and the other military. No matter how hard He Lin tries in terms of civil and political affairs, it is impossible for him to become a bachelor and enter the military department to succeed He Shen; the only one
The only opportunity for him was the military. He could follow Fukang'an's example and become a general of the Shangzhu Kingdom, a hereditary first-class duke. However, He Lin was definitely not as good as Fukang'an in Qianlong's mind. If he wanted to make a difference, he could not stay in Tibet forever.
He Shen wouldn't agree even if he started.
"According to my knowledge, Dong Weng should have a good discussion with Zhongtang and let him help you use your strength. Zhao Ni didn't stop after he defeated Jilin this time. Yesterday's copy of the document said that the Beihai Pirates' troops were leaving Yi Tuen Gate.
There are still twenty miles, and the person coming is not good."
The two were talking when they suddenly 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 gust of cool wind swept over the ground, carrying a slight smell of rain. And
Lin raised her head and looked to the west, only to see that the sunset glow in the sky had disappeared at some point, black clouds were rolling in, and lightning appeared and disappeared. In just a moment, the entire city of Beijing was shrouded in gloomy twilight.
.
He Lin said: "It looks like it's going to hail. Let's go back to the inn."
The two of them entered the door of the post house with their front feet, but the crackling hailstones were already falling down. The postmaster, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, hurriedly held up an umbrella to cover He Lin, and waited for the ice particles on the ground to return to the hotel.
In the yard, as soon as he walked to the corridor, the postman said: "Sir, someone just sent a letter, saying that it was from the Zhongtang Mansion. I wanted your Goshiha to come out to pick him up, but who knew that person
I put down the letter and left in a hurry. I couldn't stop shouting. It was really strange."
After that, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it over respectfully. He Lin and Shen Shijie looked at each other and were very surprised. At noon, He Shen had already sent Liu Quan's son Liu Yin.
Fengtai camp, everything that needs to be said has been said, why are you still delivering the letter? Could something have happened?
However, when he went back to the house alone and sat under the lamp, he took out the letter and read it for a few times, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. This was not a letter from Hefu. It was clearly given to him by someone from Beihai Town, and the signature was unexpectedly
It's Zhao Xin.
"Here comes someone!" He Lin stood up suddenly, and a moment later, Geshiha walked in from the next room.
"Go to the Yi Cheng immediately and ask him what the messenger looks like, how old he is, and his accent. Don't miss any details."
"Master, what happened?"
"Don't ask too many questions."
After the servants went out, He Lin returned to the lamp, took the letter and read it carefully. Every time he read a few lines, he would stop and think about it, and then read it again, repeating this process many times. After reading it for the first time, Goshiha
is back.
"Sir, this servant has asked clearly. Yi Cheng said that the person who delivered the letter was about fifty years old, wearing a long blue muslin gown and a bamboo hat. He was more than seven feet tall, had a slim appearance, and had a horned beard. His accent sounded like he was from the capital city.
Yes. But several of the disciples at the inn said they had never seen this person."
He Lin walked back and forth in the room with her hands behind her back, and said in a deep voice: "You can go and have a rest. Remember, don't mention this to anyone."
"Hey!" Goshiha was confused, hesitated for a moment, and then retreated.
At this time, Shen Shijie, who was next door, had changed his clothes and walked in. He saw He Lin's serious face and asked hurriedly. He Lin casually handed over the letter. Shen Shijie sat under the lamp and looked at it carefully for a moment, with a look of shock on his face.
"Do you understand? People have been watching our every move! In my opinion, the pirates in the north of the capital must have a lot of spies now. What do Shuntian Mansion and Wucheng Soldiers and Horses Division do?"
He Lin slapped the table angrily, then sighed and sat down on the chair. Shen Shijie blinked, stood up, picked up the teapot and poured the other party a cup of tea, then pondered for a moment under the lamp, and then said: "
Dong Weng, where is the Jamuna River mentioned in this letter?"
He Lin really knew that because Gorkha once invaded Zhemengxiong, he basically kept all the mountains and rivers inside and outside the Tibetan border in mind, and said solemnly: "It is the lower reaches of the Brahmaputra River, east of Lukba. Yes.
Yes, I have a picture in my bag!"
After that, he stood up and took the baggage from the table, took out a folded sheepskin, opened it and spread it on the table, and it was a one-foot-square map. This was his visit to Gorkha.
At that time, based on the surrounding situation described by local businessmen, I drew it myself, which can be regarded as a reference for negotiating with Major Patrick of the East India Company. Although the drawing is not very accurate, whether it is Gurkha, Chemengxiong, or Lukba
, or the British East India Company and other princely states in the south, are basically displayed on it, and the mountains and rivers that should be there are also marked.
The two of them lay under the lamp, looking at the rough map carefully, and comparing it with the contents of the letter from time to time. The room became quiet for a while, and by this time the hail outside had stopped and turned to pouring rain.
The sound... I don’t know how long it took, but the lanterns on the table suddenly exploded with a bang, which made Shen Shijie tremble in shock!
After a long while, he took a breath of cold air, pointed to a certain place on the map and said: "Dong Weng, the Beihai pirates are so cruel! Then Zhao Xin wants us to snatch food from his tiger's mouth!"
He Lin understood everything at once, and her mind instantly became clear.
Well, as soon as He Ning signed the agreement with the British, Zhao Xin encouraged him to go to North Bengal to grab territory. And it wasn't just the Jamuna Valley plain. Zhao Xin also proposed in the letter that he would support the imperial court with a group of more
The purpose of the arms and supplies was to allow the imperial court to seize all the land north of Awa in Myanmar, which would erase the shame of Fu Heng being ill and having to withdraw his troops!
The guy also said in the letter that the so-called miasma was caused by drinking unclean water and local food. Malaria was caused by drinking unclean water and local food. Cinchona or opium were useless for this disease. The only specific medicine was only available in Beihai Town.
Yes. Now whether they are fighting in Annan or Java, their troops have never been reduced by miasma. Therefore, in order to ensure the health of the Qing army going south, he will give away a batch of special anti-miasma medicines free of charge. In addition, he will also
Provide a batch of high-yielding rice seeds with a yield of more than 500 kilograms per mu. As long as these two areas are conquered and cultivated for military settlements, the imperial court will definitely not be short of food after moving westward.
"Pa!" He Lin's face turned livid, and the tea cup in her hand was slammed to the ground by him, smashing it into pieces!
Geshiha in the next room heard the noise and hurriedly came over to check. However, as soon as he opened the door, He Lin inside the room said angrily: "Get out!"
When Shen Shijie on the side saw this, he stood up and walked outside the door to whisper a few instructions. Ghoshha nodded in confusion, and then quietly went to guard the courtyard door.
Shen Shijie was also shocked by the contents of the letter. He had lived for almost fifty years. Although he was not a scholar who knew the classics and history, he was still a well-read scholar.
There has never been such a traitor in ancient times. In the eyes of this man, the great Qing Dynasty, the great Qing Dynasty, turned out to be a little bastard who helped him expand his territory. He was acting like a monkey! This is so shameless, right?
?! He could imagine that if Qianlong saw this letter, he would definitely be furious.
However, as a Han Chinese, Shen Shijie suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart for no reason, and a smile appeared on his face. Fortunately, no one could see it in the dark sky, so he stood on the corridor for a moment, letting the cool breeze blow.
His body was soaked with heat and sweat until he shivered, and then he regained his composure and entered the house.
At this time, He Lin in the room had already gotten over the previous rage, but what followed was shock. The Northern Pirates didn't even take the horrific miasma seriously, and they even had special medicine. This is too shocking! If this is really the case.
, then the smog-stricken land in the south will no longer be the harsh and barbaric land that northerners turn to with dismay upon hearing it.
I don’t know how long it took, but He Lin, who was sitting under the lamp, became more and more surprised by Zhao Xin’s strange methods. Is it true that this person has the power of ghosts and ghosts as the rumors said? The dignified Qing Dynasty encountered such an opponent.
, is it really destined that the Hulu will not be lucky for a hundred years? But it has been 130 years since the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, so what can we say?
Early the next morning, He Lin went to the Old Summer Palace to deliver the sign to Qianlong. Because the other party was very interested and asked about Gurkha and Tibet in detail, he did not dare to mention what he had written last night. After meeting the emperor, he went straight
After going to Shuchun Garden, He Shen's residence near the Old Summer Palace, the two brothers closed the door and talked for nearly a night. Except for Liu Quan, no one else knew what they said.
Three days later, a prisoner presentation ceremony was held as scheduled.
First, the Ministry of War led a force composed of soldiers from the Firearms Battalion, Jianrui Battalion and Shanpu Battalion, escorting the Gorkha Regent and several leaders who were tied around the neck by Bai Lian, and entered Chang'an Street from the right gate of Chang'an, and exited from the west gate of Tiananmen.
Enter, come to the gate of Taimiao Street, and stand facing north. When Prince Yongyan of Jia, who was in charge of the memorial service, arrived with several royal princes and civil and military officials from various ministries, everyone immediately entered the Taimiao Temple to hold the sacrificial ceremony.
After the ceremony, a group of prisoners were escorted by soldiers to the gate of Sheji Street and stood facing the north. Yongyan and others then entered through the Nantian Gate of the Sheji Altar and saluted like a Spring and Autumn sacrificial ceremony.
After the sacrificial ceremonies at the two places were over, the prisoners were escorted back the same way, from the west gate of Tiananmen back to the right gate of Chang'an, while the officials accompanying the sacrifices went to the Meridian Gate. How could a group of Gorkha prisoners have seen this?
Ah, they were escorted around and around by the tough Eight Banners Guards. They kept kneeling and standing. By the time they got to the Meridian Gate, they were already dizzy.
At this time, a large number of princes, civil and military ministers gathered outside the Meridian Gate with formal ceremony guards. It was so majestic that you could hear a pin drop in the field. At 2 o'clock in the morning, an earth-shattering nine-gun blast sounded on the Meridian Gate, and the drum music suddenly exploded. Sixty-four drums were composed by
Changyin Pavilion is dedicated to dedicated music, and the melodious and deep singing sounds immediately sounded:
"Haotian has the destiny to succeed, and he accepts this Piji. Wu Liewenmo, Shigu is Yi. Qianqian my emperor, Ke Zuan Honggui. Apply to the sky and collect the right ones, all are suitable. Once the interpretation is like Haotian, apply the time and interpretation
Thinking. Don’t ask for the people’s help, stay up and ask for advice... The emperor’s holy spirit, the heroic figure of Tianxi. Hearing and seeing, the French formula produces knowledge. Take care of the people, relieve the sorrow and play the string. The benevolence is generous, and the vitality is dripping.
Long live Qianqiu, I will look back at Gou Si and Ji..."
Amidst the sound of drum music, the eighty-two-year-old Qianlong, with a smile on his face and accompanied by Yongyan, sat on the Xumi throne located in the front row of the Meridian Gate Tower. The real capture ceremony began.
With a white flag, the Manchurian governor, Minister of Industry He Lin, led the generals who escorted the prisoners, and escorted the Gorkha regent Badur Saye to the Meridian Gate. First, he was ordered to kneel down to the emperor on the tower, and then a group of soldiers
Place the box containing the Gurkha head on the ground.
Qinggui, Minister of the Ministry of War, knelt forward and shouted: "Pinded Gorkha, captured the rebel chief Batur Saye...etc., and obtained twenty heads of the rebel chieftain. I would like to offer it to the palace."
Down."
Qianlong, whose beard and hair were all white on the throne, immediately said in a deep voice: "Send it to the Ministry of Punishment for discussion and wait for the verdict."
As the eunuch's confident voice came out, a fat old man in his seventies, wearing a top-notch top-notch hat, walked to the bottom of the city tower, knelt down on the ground with horse-hoove sleeves, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty Su Ling'a
Take the decree."
When the prisoners were taken away from the right gate of Tianan by the soldiers, the princes and officials from above and below the Meridian Gate also came to the venue to congratulate Qianlong. At this time, a wave of shouts rang out: "I congratulate the emperor! Long live the emperor!"
Long live!"
Although He Lin, who was kneeling in the crowd, had the same excited and indescribable expression as everyone else, but for some reason, he suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was extremely ridiculous, and even he himself was attracted by such thoughts.