The Chuanqing Rebellion: Starting from Calling Qianlong a Dog

"Brother Ye! Where... Is this? Do you want to imitate the Water Margin grasshopper?! Also, what's wrong with your hair?!" "Uncle Jiu, there are too many fallen grasses and no technical content. We are going to do something big."​​ Lin Laojiu took a breath of cold air and almost pulled away: "It's crazy! It's crazy! Lord Qianlong is commanding the world, and the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry..."​​ Lin Ye waved his hand to interrupt, picked up an apple and took a bite. "Eight Banners? Uncle, are you talking about those wastes like caged birds and fighting cock lackeys?"​​​ "Qianlong? In the Hall of Yangxin, I pointed at his nose and scolded him from Nurhachi to myself. I was so stunned that I didn't even break out. I was so angry in the end."​​ Lin Laojiu's eyes widened like bells when he heard that, and his fingers trembled, "You... You actually scolded me?! Kill the Nine Clan!"​​ Lin Ye smiled and patted his uncle's shoulder, pointing to the still crowd: "That's right! So aren't we planning ahead and packing up the 'nine tribes' and taking them away!" "Don't worry, uncle! We have this 'Qiankun Cave', and we can achieve great things. Emperor Qianlong is currently looking for me across the country, but he can't even guess whether we are fat or thin!"​​ Lin Laojiu looked at the unreasonable things in front of him, and his worldview continued to collapse, "But... But this is a rebellion after all."​ Lin Ye's expression suddenly straightened up, his eyes sharp. "Uncle, we are not rebelling. We are trying to change the way of life for the Qing Dynasty..."