The Wuli family's life has improved. The long-lost wine and meat were placed on the table again. The light birds finally started to feel a little bit in their mouths. Even the original faces of the two children became moisturized. As for Wuli himself, the water tea brewed in the teapot was replaced with real high foam, which made people feel endless aftertaste in their mouths.

In ordinary families, these dozen big heads are enough to last a year or even longer, but what is the origin of the Wuli family? Wuli is the grandson of Haoge, the great-grandson of Emperor Taizong of the Qing Dynasty, and the great-grandson of Taizu! An authentic yellow belt!

Since childhood, I have been used to martial arts and rituals. Ashur is not much better. He doesn’t work hard when he has money? Anyway, he will live a comfortable life for a day. Why do you care about so much about the future?

Besides, the Qing Dynasty looks almost the same. Not to mention the idle family of the Martial Arts, there are many people in the royal family who are not as good as martial arts. Who knew that the day suddenly collapsed that day, and it was a problem whether they could keep their brains at that time.

In this way, the Wuli family spent a month of comfortable life, and soon Zhu Datou spent almost the rest of their money. Just as Wuli was feeling that they had to continue to suffer hardships after spending the money, Ashuer got a few more Zhu Datou. This time, Wuli didn't say anything, and agreed that his son did this, and continued to enjoy it with peace of mind.

After a while, Wuli and Ashur became the periphery of the Ming Jinyiwei. In fact, both Wuli and Ashur knew this in their hearts. They were not fools. Lenggeli asked them to inquire about what the news was used for, and why they gave them Zhu Datou. They knew it very well.

But for Wuli and Ashuer, this kind of thing may be a little awkward in the first time, but after a few times, it was like this. Moreover, they really don’t have much loyalty to the current Qing Dynasty. In their hearts, the current throne was originally taken from their ancestors, and how did their ancestors die? How did the uncle and uncle of Wuli die? How did the title be lost? Compared with their loyalty to the Qing Dynasty, they are more unwilling and hatred in their hearts.

On this day, Wuli was still drinking tea at home like usual, but compared to when I was not rich before, Wuli not only drank Gaomo, but also had some specialties from the Western Regions and pastries.

"I was watching the mountain view on the city tower, and I heard the chaos outside the city. The flags were waving, but it turned out to be a soldier sent by Sima..."

He lay in the chair with his eyes closed, beat in his hands and humming in his mouth. When the martial arts were intoxicated by it, Ashur came back.

"Dad!" After entering the yard, Ashur greeted Wuli, turned around and closed the yard gate, and then winked at Wuli.

Wu Li knew in his heart and pretended to say to Ashur: "I have been lying for a long time and my body is about to be slouched. Son, help me up and enter the house..."

"Hey!" Ashuer responded quickly, stepped forward and helped the martial arts ceremony. The father and son slowly entered the main house.

When he got into the house, Wu Li nodded at Ashur. Ashur quickly turned around and closed the door. At this time, Wu Li had already sat down in the main room and his eyes were wandering on Ashur.

Ashuer quickly took out a small cloth bag and placed it on the table, and then sat down next to Wuli. Wuli couldn't wait to pick it up and opened it. When he saw the bright red heads inside, Wuli's wrinkled face instantly bloomed like a flower.

"Tsk tsk...good...good..." Touching Zhu Datou, Wu Li felt that this feeling was more comfortable than touching the woman in the 28th century, and she was smiling all over.

After touching for a while, Wuli put Zhu Datou away, and then asked Ashur: "No one saw it when you went there, did you?"

"Dad, don't worry, this is not the first time. Besides, Lengli is a member of Guarja. What if his son goes to see him even if someone sees him?"

"It's the reason, but..." Wu Li sighed.

"I said, Dad, you are always too timid and it's too boring to think about these things." Ashuer couldn't help but complain and said, "Why do you care about so much in this world? The emperor is so anxious now that he can still control us little people? Besides, the Qing Dynasty is like this, there are few people who rely on the east to eat?"

Ashuer reached out and pointed eastward: "No more than Yue Zhongqi, he is a Han Chinese, but what about Ortai? This is the heart of the late emperor, but now he is the King of Shunyi, and he is in power in Mongolia. The one who was not glorious and wealthy who followed Ortai back then? Even those who stayed in Beijing would be better than those who ran west to eat and drink sand like this! If I had known this, it would be better not to leave. At least I could live this life in Beijing. Why bother to suffer here?"

Wu Li spoke to refute his son's words, but opened his mouth but said nothing, because he knew that Ashur's words were the truth. Although the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty were mortal enemies, they also had contact with each other. Why bother now, the Wu Li father and son were barely doing things for the Ming Dynasty, and they still knew a little about the situation on the Ming Dynasty.

When they escaped from Beijing, the Wuli family was originally grateful, but now it seems that as Ashuer said, it might be better if they didn't run away at that time than if they ran now. At least those who stayed in Beijing were much better than their family. As for the royal family and yellow belts, is this meaningful for the current Wuli?

He sighed, Wu Li shook his head helplessly. The Qing Dynasty was no longer helpful. Life was a day, so why did you worry about these things? No matter how much the throne was, it was not my turn. Even the title of General Fengguo had long disappeared. Apart from the title of a royal family, what is the difference between me and ordinary people?

"Dad, I have something to discuss with you?"

"What's the matter?" Wu Li hand-written it in her arms, touching Zhu Datou in her arms and said absent-mindedly.

Ashur looked at the door and saw that the door was closed well. Then he approached Wuli and said, "Dad, don't you want to get re-election?"

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"Dad, let's not talk about these for the time being. My son will ask you if you want to do it or not?" Ashur's eyes flashed and he said to the martial arts softly.

"I think! Why don't you? I not only want to re-election, but also want to be Prince Su." Wu Li only thought that his son was joking with him, so he immediately said carelessly.

After Haoge's death, his title was deposed, and it was not until the thirteenth year of Shunzhi that he was posthumously named Prince Su. It is said that Prince Su should have been the uncle of Wuli, but his uncle was born to a concubine. But later, he fell to the second uncle and Wuli father for some reason, and instead gave his uncle, Haoge's fourth son, Fushou.

Fushou inherited the title and became the prince, but in the eighth year of Kangxi, he died inexplicably at the age of twenty-six. Later, he was given the title to Fushou's fourth son, namely Wuli's cousin Dan Zhen. Dan Zhen was in poor health and died in the 41st year of Kangxi. After that, the title was inherited by Wuli's nephew, Ashur's cousin Yanhuang until now.

The Haoge lineage was a very embarrassing position in the Qing court. Although Yanhuang was a prince, he had no real power. To put it bluntly, he was just an idle prince. But no matter what, the prince was a prince. Compared with Wuli, a man who lost his title of general in the country, Yanhuang's life was more than a little better than their family.

"Dad, just think about it. Don't worry about this matter. My son will do it for you..." Originally, the martial arts ceremony was just a joke, but who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, Ashur actually said this.

Wu Li was stunned: "What? Don't do it randomly, kid!"

"Dad, don't worry, my son will never do anything randomly." Ashuer smiled and said to himself: "This title is originally from our family, and it is natural to take it back! Besides, let alone Prince Su, even if the chair is to be discussed, it is your old age..."

"Stop!" Wu Li's expression was instantly panicked, and he covered Ashul's mouth: "You kid don't want to live anymore? I want to live a few more years! If this is to be heard, it will lose your head!"

"Dad, don't worry, my son is not that stupid!" Ashuer said softly, and then said, "Dad, you agree with this matter, and your son will do it. If you don't mention anything else, your son will be sure to get the title of General Fengguo. As for other things, take it slowly after taking it back, do you think it is?"

"This..." Wu Li was instantly confused. It would be better if he could get the title back. He had lost the title for so many years, and he was thinking about this that day? But can his son really do it? After thinking about it carefully, Wu Li understood what Ashul was planning. I am afraid that not only did Ashul's idea, but also the meaning of the East.

When they thought of the east, the martial arts rituals were hesitant again. This matter was probably the east that they wanted to do a big thing. But after thinking about it, they have actually surrendered to the east. If they can improve their status in the Qing court, it would not be a bad thing.
Chapter completed!