Centennial body

He Shen woke up again, and found himself sitting on the ground, and the monstrous and ferocious Fu Kang'an was already gone.

That's right... Fukang'an died in battle in Miao Jiang as early as the first year of Jiaqing, even if he didn't die, with his arrogance and cleanliness, with his contempt and hatred for himself, how could he appear in this place where death row prisoners are detained for himself? , to see yourself off for the last time?

It’s also a bad fate to think about it. After Fukang’an died in battle, he took over in an instant as the minister of the Zhenghuang Banner Guards, the Manchuria Commander of the Xianghuang Banner, and settled down from a Zhenghong Banner to the Upper Three Banners. Who knew that he walked this way with both hands How many plots and bloody stains?His younger brother He Lin even took over Fu Kang'an's position as the head coach. Once Fu Ankang died, the two of his brothers became the biggest winners.

I still remember that when I went to the Fucha Mansion to pay homage, Fu Changan was waiting for me at the gate of the mansion. Although he was at odds with the party and his elder brother, blood was thicker than water after all. All feel sad.

He Shen took all the members of the party to offer incense, and at this moment, everyone suddenly exclaimed - at some point, a female family member ran out from the backyard, standing firmly in the hall at this moment, coldly looking at himself.

He Shen looked at it intently, and instantly understood why everyone was shocked by this - this woman actually looked eight points like him, especially the rouge mole, even the location was exactly the same.

"How can you be presumptuous in the mourning hall, why don't you go back quickly!" Yi Fujin Yi Ergenjue Luoshi was dressed in plain clothes, with a solemn expression, when he saw He Shen, an imperceptible trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"This is Xiang'er, the most beloved concubine of King Jiayong during his lifetime."

"Yes, I heard that the rouge mole is the most lovable of him, and he once wanted to change her name to Rouge."

Fukang'an seemed to like this concubine quite a lot, and even many people who came to express condolences met with him.

Regardless of the tugging of the Jingqi nuns behind her, Xiang'er still stood there proudly looking at He Shen, suddenly she showed a sneer, wiped off the rouge mole on the side of her cheek, removed the remnants of rouge, and the rest was white , that mole was spot on!

He Shen's mind was in a mess, and he didn't even realize that the incense on his hand had burned to his fingers until Fu Chang'an reminded him.

That Xiang'er has been dragged down, and whether the fragrance will disappear or the beauty will die is just a matter of discussion among the princes and ministers present.

He Shen settled down, lit another incense stick, looked at the icy tablet in front of him, and suddenly his throat was congested, as if he realized at this moment that Fukang'an was really gone, and everything was different up.

This year is the first year of Jiaqing. Although the abdicated old emperor is still clinging to the government, the chaos and powerlessness in his eyes can no longer be concealed. Although the new emperor treats him with courtesy and is quite jealous, the darkness in his eyes Vicious but so clear.

At that moment, He Shen stood in front of Fukang'an's spiritual throne, his whole body was cold, because he knew that all the good days passed away with the title of Qianlong.

He didn't know at that time that after Fu Ankang left for less than a year, his brother who was dependent on him would also die of miasma. Family, with the last sunset of Qianlong Dynasty, the glory will no longer be, and the descendants of Fukang'an will be liquidated again and again in the years to come, and their titles will be removed, and they will be depressed. Fuchang'an will suffer even more humiliation. Embarrassment and embarrassment, down to death.

From this point of view, Fukang'an, as his name suggests, is a blessed person, and he even died at the right time and just right.

He Shen looked up at the bright moon outside the window, knowing that if he didn't beg for mercy, his Ade would be implicated by him, so he spread out the paper and ink, and wrote two poems.

Looking at the handwriting that was exactly the same as that of the late emperor, He Shen couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly.

He no longer remembers his original handwriting, just as he has forgotten what he once was.

"Heshen," the jailer came over, his face full of gloating, "Congratulations, Mr. Hexi, Mr. He Xihe."

He Shen looked up and saw several officials from the Ministry of Punishment, and one of them took out a bright yellow silk paper.

The man read for a long time, and someone else added it at the right time. Only then did He Shen realize that it was his good daughter-in-law Gu Lun, Princess Xiao and Liu Yong who pleaded for mercy.The most gracious thing is that she was able to return to her own mansion, and Teci committed suicide in the mansion.

He Shen was surprised to find that he was really happy, so he kowtowed sincerely: "Thank you, Lord Long En."

"My lord, it's not too late, please." The Lang official said kindly, "Young master has already prepared food and wine in the mansion, waiting to see you off."

He Shen also smiled kindly at him, and turned his head to leave. At this moment, he suddenly heard the jailer exclaim: "When will there be such good wine in prison?"

He Shen turned his head suddenly, but saw a wine jar lying quietly in a corner of the prison, as if it was empty.