Emperor Ming Dynasty

Jilin City, Shunzhi eighth year, September [-]th.

The emperor's uncle and regent Dorgon, who had been lingering on the bed for nearly a year, was exhausted at this time.

The huge candles are still bright, reflecting faces with inexplicable expressions, some are obscure, some are quiet, some are sad, no matter what is in their hearts, everyone's unanimous expression is distraught.

Dorgon's cloudy eyes wandered around his heir Dorbo.

This eight-year-old child is Duduo's fifth son, and it is precisely because he has no heirs that he needs to inherit the title of prince, so he adopted it.

The young man obviously understood something and was crying all the time.

Then Dorgon looked at Azig who was full of anticipation. The latter's face was full of heat, and he wanted to stick it.

But Dorgon understands that Azig has a rough personality and doesn't care about trivial matters. If this is an advantage in war, he will be squeezed out and suppressed in politics.

Then came the cabinet ministers such as Fan Wencheng and Qi Chongge, and then the generals of the Eight Banners, such as Jierhalang, Nikan, Luck Dehun and so on.

Those who can stand in the circle around him are all the top powerful figures in the Qing Dynasty.

He ignored Azig, but slowly said: "The situation of the country is like this, you don't want to fight among yourself in the future, unite as one, and fight against the Ming army, this is the way to win..."

Ever since he became seriously ill, Azig was extremely enthusiastic about taking over the position of regent, almost showing it clearly.

"Your Majesty is here—"

Suddenly, a servant reported that the emperor had come.

At this time, the officials were only one step behind to make room.

I saw a young man in a yellow dragon robe coming gracefully, exuding an indescribable aura all over his body, and his face was full of concern.

This is the emperor showing his demeanor to the officials so openly, the thin and tough figure seems to show them that he has grown up.

That's right, the 15-year-old emperor has been married for more than two years, but he hasn't been in power yet.

Looking at it this way, he has three points of the heroic appearance of the late emperor.

All the officials were puzzled, but Azig had an ugly face.

Who likes being robbed of the limelight?

Fan Wencheng nodded slightly, expressionless.

Just these steps alone, the emperor practiced several times in the palace, thinking of making a blockbuster, so as to impress the ministers deeply.

As long as Dorgon died, the emperor would have a natural righteousness, and it would be easy to grasp power.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Emperor Shunzhi looked like a real nephew at this time, his eyes were slightly red, and he was very concerned.

"Fulin?" Dorgon felt a little blurry in front of his eyes, but finally recognized the eldest nephew.

"It's good that you come to see me, and it's not in vain for me to help you to the top..."

These words were extremely harsh, but they were in line with Dorgon's usual style, and Shunzhi could only accept it.

With a squinting glance, he saw that the dignitaries of the Eight Banners were all nodding, while only the civil servants frowned and remained silent.

Obviously this sentence is too taboo.

"Nowadays, the country is full of worries. After my uncle is gone, I don't know what to do with the government?"

Shunzhi asked in a soft voice, and this sentence immediately captured everyone's hearts.

When Dorgon heard this, his face turned pale again, his mouth moved, and he sighed:

"Now our Eight Banners have suffered heavy casualties, the north is vast, and we need to recharge our batteries. Don't confront the Ming army head-on..."

"As for those in power..."

Speaking of the final key, Dorgon's voice was much lower, and the ministers could not hear clearly, but Emperor Shunzhi leaned over and listened:

"What? My nephew is too young, so it's hard to convince the public if he is in charge?"

This soliloquy was especially loud, and everyone in the room had different eyes.

The civil servants headed by Fan Wencheng liked the stability of the imperial court the most, so they were naturally full of joy.

But the nobles of the Eight Banners had different expressions.

Azige's face was livid, Hauge's face was expressionless, and Jierhalang opened his mouth, unable to speak.

"What did my brother say?" Azig suddenly asked with concern, "What entrustment do you have to my elder brother?"

After saying that, he ignored the rules and stepped forward directly, bowing his head and listening like Shunzhi.

Shunzhi's expression changed, and he let him do what he did.

It's a pity that no matter how hard Azig listened, there was no sound, but it didn't delay him from opening his mouth: "The emperor is too young? Are you worried?"

"Okay, as a prince, I must assist His Majesty in governing, this is what I should do..."

Seeing that Azig was still talking to himself, Fan Wencheng on the side shouted directly: "The Regent? The Regent?"

Now, everyone came together.

I saw that Dorgon's face was gray and white, and he exhaled more and breathed less.

After a while, his eyes were lost, his head tilted, and there was no movement.

Shunzhi immediately raised his head and issued orders: "The regent is to be buried with imperial rites, and the corresponding regulations shall be drafted by the cabinet."

"In addition, he will use his heir Doerbo to inherit the title of the prince and receive three times the royal salary..."

"The regent's old ministers Zhan Dai and Suksaha are the ministers..."

Zhan Dai is a retainer of Prince Rui's residence and a close minister of Dorgon.

Suke Saha is the person in charge of the two white flags for Dorgon, and his status is higher.

Dorgon's death and the arrangement of Dorgon's old ministers are enough to reflect the emperor's appeasement and Xiao Gui Cao Sui's thoughts.

Most of the people present were satisfied.

The emperor came and went in a hurry, laying the foundation for his future pro-government in one fell swoop.

However, there are still some regulations.

"Emperor." At this moment, Empress Dowager Dayuer came in a hurry. After hesitating for a moment, she opened her mouth and asked, "What happened to Dorgon?"

"Dead." Shunzhi curled his lips and said, "He left peacefully, but left me in a mess."

"Hey!" Da Yu'er frowned, and said displeasedly, "Dorgon is a bastard, but without him, how could you ascend to the throne of God?"

"Besides, if the current situation does not have him, I am afraid it will be worse by three points."

"Okay!" Shunzhi immediately became displeased: "Eji, he is dead, so stop talking for him."

Da Yu'er sighed, she couldn't help herself.

She turned around and was about to leave, when she suddenly said: "Fulin, if you are in charge, Azig will definitely be unavoidable."

"He's the one who wants to be his uncle's regent."

"I understand."

Shunzhi's face was livid.

When it was Zishi, Shunzhi thought over and over again, and finally made up his mind.

Soon, several eunuchs left the palace.

In the middle of the night, hundreds of horsemen moved with the wind and directly surrounded the Prince Ying's mansion.

All servants who resisted were beheaded.

Azige was furious: "I am the Prince of England, who gave you the guts to make trouble?"

"That's what Your Majesty meant."

Suddenly, a fierce general came with his head held high.

"Aobai?"

Azig's pupils shrank: "The emperor sent you here?"

"My lord, please stay at home."

Aobai said coldly: "Without an imperial decree, do you think I will move?"