Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

When it comes to letting the soldiers take off their armor and return to the fields, everyone looks at each other and lowers their heads, with mixed feelings in their hearts. They also want to go home to farm and enjoy the peaceful pastoral life, but the land price near the capital is frighteningly expensive. Even for poor land, one mu costs four or five taels of silver. To support a large family, it is impossible without ten or eight mu of land. Forty or fifty taels of silver is simply an astronomical figure for them. There is a look of despair on their faces, and endless sorrow is hidden in the deep wrinkles, which makes anyone feel distressed.

Lin Xiaofeng saw it all and was anxious. He knew that these soldiers had shed blood and fought for the court, and the scars on their bodies were the best proof. Regardless of victory or defeat, he would always remember their loyalty and dedication. So, before the soldiers looked up, he spoke: "You have all made great contributions to the court, and the scars on your bodies are the best medals. Regardless of victory or defeat, I will remember them in my heart." His voice was firm and warm, like a warm current, slowly flowing into the hearts of the soldiers.

Then he said, "I have recently eliminated several traitors, confiscated their homes, and obtained hundreds of thousands of hectares of good farmland, all of which have become the imperial farm. Now some of you are about to retire, and I cannot bear to see you displaced, so I plan to rent these fields to you for farming." At this point, he added, "For the first three years, there will be no rent or labor." His tone was full of care and expectation, as if he was painting a picture of a beautiful future for the soldiers.

As soon as these words came out, the originally silent soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then burst into thunderous cheers. The sorrow on their faces was instantly replaced by joy, as if they had flown from the abyss to heaven. Just now they were worried about not having land to plant, but in a blink of an eye, good fields were in hand, and they had planted for three years for nothing. This was simply a blessing from heaven! With these fields, not only can they feed themselves, but also let their families live a good life. So, some people took the lead and knelt down to express their gratitude: "Thank you, Your Majesty! Long live the emperor!" Others followed suit and knelt down, their voices resounding through the sky: "Your Majesty is wise! We swear to be loyal to Your Majesty and the court until death!"

Lin Xiaofeng was so happy when he saw this scene, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. He immediately ordered: "Everyone return to your original positions and spread this good news to everyone!" Then he emphasized again: "For all the veterans who are dismissed from the Beijing camp, I will grant them three years of rent-free fertile land!" His voice was full of firmness and determination, as if he was announcing this good news to the whole world. Finally, he also warned: "If anyone takes the opportunity to make trouble, arrest them immediately and bring them before me!" His tone revealed an unquestionable majesty, which shocked the soldiers.

The soldiers responded in unison and ran back to their own ranks quickly. They ran and shouted, telling everyone the good news. The whole parade ground was boiling, and the soldiers were surprised at first, and then ecstatic. They talked about the good news and were grateful. His Majesty not only paid the arrears, but also found a way out for the retired veterans. Who can not be grateful for such a kindness?
The generals of the Beijing camp, however, were livid, and could not think of any countermeasures for a while. They looked at each other, their eyes revealing helplessness and despair. Ma Ke and Liu Fangming looked at each other, both panicking. Ma Ke whispered to Liu Fangming: "Old Liu, how do we solve this situation? Are we going to continue to fight?" There was a tremor in his voice, and he was obviously shocked by this sudden good news.

Liu Fangming was so angry that his teeth itched, but he could do nothing about it. He sighed and said, "Why are they still making trouble? The young and strong people have not been laid off, so they naturally dare not do anything reckless. Now the court has found a way out for those who have been laid off, so there is even less reason to make trouble." After saying this, he shook his head helplessly, as if he had accepted his fate.

Although Liu Fangming accepted his fate, he had no time to inform his cronies who were stirring up trouble. These people were mixed in the army and wanted to stir up the emotions again: "No! We don't want to rent the land, the court should give it to us directly!" There was a hint of reluctance and anger in their voices, as if they were announcing their dissatisfaction to the whole world.

However, their voices were soon surrounded by a group of veterans: "Anyone who dares to mess around will be arrested!" The veterans shouted sternly, "Those who surrender will be spared, and those who resist will be beheaded immediately!" Their voices revealed unquestionable majesty and determination, as if they were declaring their justice and strength to the world.

After this shout, the disturbance was immediately calmed down. Those who had been stirring up trouble were surrounded by the veterans and could no longer stir up trouble. The parade grounds once again returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Not long after, those who were causing trouble were brought before Lin Xiaofeng. They were tied up and escorted, with expressions of fear and despair on their faces. After Lin Xiaofeng personally interrogated them, he ordered the arrest of those generals. These generals wanted to resist, but the guards behind them rebelled first. They took advantage of the generals' unpreparedness and attacked them, subduing them to the ground. These guards were not stupid, and they knew that they would suffer no good consequences if they followed the crowd, so they might as well surrender to the court and redeem themselves.

In the blink of an eye, forty or fifty generals were brought before Lin Xiaofeng. They knelt on the ground, trembling, waiting for Lin Xiaofeng's judgment. Marco knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, spare my life! I was confused for a moment, please forgive me!" There was a trace of trembling and pleading in his voice, and it was obvious that he was frightened by this sudden change.

Liu Fangming fainted from shock and was carried to Lin Xiaofeng by his personal guards. He was pale and had white foam at the corners of his mouth, obviously frightened by this sudden blow.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Lin Xiaofeng waved his hand to signal the soldiers to be quiet: "Long live the emperor! The Ming army is mighty!" The soldiers responded in unison, their voices resounding through the sky. They waved their weapons one after another, expressing their loyalty and determination to Lin Xiaofeng.

Lin Xiaofeng smiled contentedly, then said to Guo Tianyang, "Let's go back to the palace." His voice revealed a sense of fatigue and satisfaction, as if he could finally relax after completing a difficult task.

Jiang Taiwei hurried forward and asked: "Your Majesty, how should we deal with these troublemakers?" There was a hint of urgency and worry in his voice, and he was obviously troubled by this issue.

Lin Xiaofeng thought for a while and said, "Lock him up first, and then investigate him together with the Ministry of War. Keep those who can be used, and deal with those who cannot be used according to the law. You will be the presiding judge during the trial, and the people from the Ministry of War will serve as jurors." His voice revealed a sense of majesty and fairness, as if he was announcing his decision and judgment to the world.

After Jiang Taiwei received the order and thanked him, Lin Xiaofeng left the parade ground and returned to the Forbidden City. It was already November in the capital, and the cold wind was so strong that it hurt people's faces. Not long after returning to the palace, Wang Tingmei, the governor of Shuntian Prefecture, came to ask for an audience. After paying his respects, he presented a potato and said, "Your Majesty ordered me to promote potato planting, and I dare not neglect it. After the bandits retreated, I ordered the people to sow. Because of the limited seedlings, only more than ten acres were planted. Now it is ripe and can be harvested."

Lin Xiaofeng asked curiously, "How's the harvest?" There was a hint of anticipation and curiosity in his voice, and he was obviously very interested in this new crop.

Wang Tingmei said with joy: "What a great harvest! We can yield four stones per acre!" His voice revealed excitement and joy, as if he was announcing the good news to the world.

Lin Xiaofeng was stunned when he heard this, thinking, isn't this yield too high? Is it because the fertilizer is too rich, or is it because the planting method is wrong? He looked at Wang Tingmei in confusion, waiting for his explanation.

Wang Tingmei saw Lin Xiaofeng stunned and thought he was surprised by the high yield, so he quickly explained: "The yield of potatoes is much higher than that of ordinary grains. I plan to use these ten acres of seeds to cultivate new seedlings, and then plant them on a large scale in the spring." His voice revealed a kind of confidence and expectation, as if he was announcing his plan and determination to the world.

Lin Xiaofeng nodded in agreement. He thought to himself, potatoes are really good things. They are not only high-yielding, but also drought-resistant, high-yielding, and easy to store. If they can be widely planted, they will surely become an important material for pacifying bandits and appeasing the people. As long as the people have food in their hands, they will not be afraid of those bandits causing chaos.

So, after Wang Tingmei retired, Lin Xiaofeng wrote a letter to his son Zhu Cilang in Nanjing. He repeatedly told him to plant potatoes and sweet potatoes extensively before next spring. He knew the importance of these two crops, which not only provided sufficient food for the people, but also became an important weapon for pacifying the world. As long as there was food, the people's hearts could be stabilized and the world could be peaceful. He expected his son to live up to his trust and complete this arduous task.

After the three camps in the capital were settled, the entire capital regained its former tranquility. The sun shone on the magnificent Jinluan Palace, shining brightly. Lin Xiaofeng sat steadily on the dragon throne, his eyes were sharp, examining the busy scenes of the officials below who were doing their duties. His eyes revealed a kind of depth and determination, as if he could see through everyone's mind.

Among them, the Ministry of Revenue was the busiest department. The food, wages and clothing for the soldiers at the border, and the relief supplies for northern Zhili, Henan, Shandong and other places all depended on the careful planning of the Ministry of Revenue. Shao Shihan, the Minister of Revenue, was even busier. He had to deal with the changes in the yellow book of household registration, inspect the land, and review the income and expenditure of the national treasury. His face was full of fatigue, but his eyes revealed a kind of determination and persistence.

Shi Han walked quickly into the Qianqing Palace, and after paying his respects, he respectfully reported: "Your Majesty, the end of the year is approaching, and I have come here specially to report to you on the status of the national treasury." Although his voice was a little hoarse, it revealed a firmness and determination.

Lin Xiaofeng smiled slightly and said, "Okay, you go ahead." His voice was gentle and powerful, as if it could bring people an inexplicable comfort and confidence.

Shi Han continued, "In mid-winter, the Ministry of Revenue sold the confiscated land, houses, cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings of nobles and officials, and obtained a total of 7,284,391 taels and 9 cents of silver, all of which were deposited into the national treasury in accordance with the imperial order." Although his voice was trembling, it revealed a sense of pride and accomplishment.

"The national treasury currently has 8,773,321 taels of silver, but the expenses are huge, especially the disaster relief costs, which are extremely expensive. Judging from the current situation, I'm afraid that by next summer, the silver will be used up." Shi Han's voice revealed a sense of worry and helplessness.

Lin Xiaofeng chuckled: "Fang Qing, are you here to complain to me?" There was a sense of teasing and mockery in his voice.

Upon hearing this, Shi Han was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and pleaded guilty: "I dare not. In order to ensure that there is no worry about taxes next year, the Ministry of Revenue has drawn up the collection quotas for each province. Your Majesty, please review them." As he spoke, he raised the account book with both hands and presented it to Lin Xiaofeng. His actions revealed a kind of respect and fear.

Lin Xiaofeng did not let Guo Tianyang take over the account book, but asked directly: "Compared with last year, is it an increase or a decrease?" His voice revealed a sense of indifference and calmness.

Shi Han replied, "It has been reduced. Your Majesty has issued an edict to abolish the three taxes, so the collection amount proposed by the Ministry of Revenue is to restore the old system of the 45th year of Wanli." There was a firmness and persistence in his voice.

(Note: The three taxes, including the Liao tax, which were added in the 46th year of the Wanli reign, were abolished at this time.)
Seeing that Lin Xiaofeng remained silent, Shi Han added, "Considering the difficult situation, Shaanxi and Shanxi are not included in the collection scope. Henan has suffered from severe drought and constant war, and the same is true for Shandong and Liaodong. The collection amounts for these places have not yet been determined." His voice revealed a sense of worry and helplessness.

"The Ministry of Revenue estimates that our dynasty's tax revenue over the past 18 years has been approximately 13 million taels, plus the existing deposits, a total of 21.7 million taels; but the expected expenditure will reach 25 million taels, and the gap is as high as 3.3 million taels." Shi Han's voice revealed a sense of heaviness and worry.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng frowned slightly and asked, "Why is the expenditure so huge?" There was a sense of doubt and confusion in his voice.

Shi Han was well prepared and explained calmly: "The Jianlu (note: referring to the Later Jin or Qing army) entered the pass in late May. After the battle of Wenyu River, Duoduo invaded again, resulting in a backlog of silver that should have been sent to Beijing from various places. It was not until October that the Jianlu retreated that the Ministry of Revenue began to send silver to various places. However, the canal was frozen at this time, making it difficult to transport silver, so we had to switch to land and sea transportation. It is estimated that all silver will not be delivered until mid-spring next year." There was a sense of helplessness and hardship in his voice.

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng nodded, stood up and shouted loudly: "Minister Fang!" His voice revealed a sense of majesty and solemnity.

Shi Han quickly responded, "I'm here." His voice revealed a sense of respect and fear.

"I will issue an edict to all government offices, and announce to the world that I have decided to exempt all the people in the country from taxes for eighteen years (note: this may be a fictitious year or a typo, and it should normally be the current year or a specific year)." Lin Xiaofeng's voice revealed a firmness and determination.

Shi Han was shocked when he heard this. The tax was exempted for one year last year, and it was rare to have such courage to do so again this year. Moreover, the national treasury was still in deficit of more than 3 million taels. Wouldn't it be worse to exempt it for another year? However, Shi Han did not dare to object directly. He just asked anxiously: "Your Majesty, the deficit of the national treasury has not been filled yet. If we exempt the tax for another year, I am afraid..." His voice revealed a kind of worry and helplessness.

Lin Xiaofeng interrupted Shi Han with a smile: "How did Fang Qing know that I made a mistake?" His voice revealed confidence and calmness.

When Shi Han heard this, he immediately understood that the inner treasury (the emperor's private treasury) was full. As for the exact amount, he didn't know, so he asked tentatively: "Is it 15 million taels?" His voice revealed a kind of speculation and temptation.

Lin Xiaofeng smiled and shook his head: "Guess again." There was a sense of mystery and teasing in his voice.

"Twenty million taels?" Shi Han's voice revealed surprise and uncertainty.

Still not right. Shi Han's forehead was covered with sweat, knowing that the wealth of the inner treasury was far beyond his imagination. He speculated again and again, but never dared to speak rashly. Seeing this, Lin Xiaofeng smiled without saying anything, and continued to look through the account book presented by Guo Tianyang. If Shi Han could see the numbers above, he would be shocked and faint. It turned out that the silver in the inner treasury exceeded 40 million taels (Note: 0.4 small target is 40 million), which did not include unsold land, houses, antiques and other assets. If all were sold for silver, it would probably exceed 50 million taels!

All this was the result of Zhu Fenghui and the eight locust merchants (note: probably refers to the wealthy merchants at that time). Before the locust plague was eradicated, the inner treasury had accumulated tens of millions of silver. With the property of Zhu Chunchen, the nobles who moved south, and the nobles in Beijing, plus the assets of the eight locust merchants in Beijing, although the expenditure was huge, there was still room for maneuver. Moreover, the income was not cut off. For example, the 890,000 taels of gold obtained in the battle of Xuanfu could be converted into millions or even tens of millions of taels of silver at different exchange rates. In addition, the 33 million taels of silver directly seized and countless antiques, calligraphy and paintings and other treasures. Lin Xiaofeng opened a business in the name of Queen Zhou to sell these treasures and made a profit of nearly one million taels.

Lin Xiaofeng had enough confidence to exempt the people from taxes to benefit all the people. He knew that this move would greatly reduce the burden on the people, allowing them to live in peace and resume production. At the same time, it was also a spur and encouragement to the officials, allowing them to work more diligently for the country and the people.

Shi Han also understood this truth, so he naturally did not dare to stop him, but knelt down to thank him. His heart was full of gratitude and admiration, and he deeply admired Lin Xiaofeng's wise decision.

Lin Xiaofeng waved his hand to signal Shi Han to stand up, then said to Guo Tianyang: "Take the soap and give it to Minister Fang." There was a gentleness and concern in his voice.

Guo Tianyang immediately presented a piece of soap in a sandalwood box. Shi Han knew that the box was valuable, so he opened it and saw a white rectangular object, so he asked what it was used for.

Lin Xiaofeng smiled and replied: "This is an excellent product for washing. It is very useful whether you are washing your hands, face or bathing." His voice revealed a sense of pride and recommendation.

Although Shi Han felt a little disappointed, he still thanked Lin Xiaofeng respectfully for the reward. He knew that although the soap was small, it represented Lin Xiaofeng's thoughts and care.

Lin Xiaofeng smiled but said nothing, and waved his hand to let Shi Han leave. This soap is very valuable, each piece costs twenty taels of silver, and is an exclusive product for the nobles. Under the strategy of hunger marketing, its price can even rise to thirty or even fifty taels of silver per piece. Lin Xiaofeng's move is intended to profit from the nobles, while also allowing more people to enjoy this luxury product.

After Shi Han left, Lin Xiaofeng asked Guo Tianyang: "How many bars of soap were made in the first batch?" His voice revealed a sense of expectation and inquiry.

Guo Tianyang replied: "Less than two hundred yuan." There was a sense of regret and helplessness in his voice.

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng pondered for a moment and decided: "Give two pieces each to Empress Yi'an and Empress Zhou, one piece each to the other concubines; two pieces to Lord Li, one piece each to the other cabinet ministers; the same treatment for the nobles in Beijing and the cabinet ministers. If there are any left, we will implement the referral system and not sell them to individual customers." His voice revealed a firmness and determination. He knew that this distribution method would not only allow the nobles to feel his gift, but also allow more people to have the opportunity to use this luxury product. At the same time, the introduction system can also ensure the quality of the soap and the stability of the sales channel.

Shengjing Storm
On November 29th, the wind was cold and the snow was flying. We were talking about Shenyang in Liaodong, which was Shengjing at that time. The army had been out of the pass for more than a month and finally arrived at this imperial city. Snowflakes were flying in the air, dressing the ancient city walls in silver, as if it was a celebration specially prepared to welcome this victory.

In the Chongzheng Hall, the candlelight flickered, illuminating faces that were either happy or worried. Duoduo's quartermaster was reporting in detail the treasures they had robbed: "This time we went in, we captured more than 162,400 people and animals, and we also got a lot of gold and silver..." There was a hint of pride in his voice, as if he had robbed these treasures with his own hands.

"But the way back was long and difficult, and it was freezing cold. We didn't have enough clothes and food. More than 20,000 people died on the road, and more than 300 animals were lost. But the other looted things were not lost." The quartermaster's words revealed a hint of helplessness and regret.

Duoduo looked around the hall and finally looked at the little emperor Fulin who was high above. The child was only seven years old, sitting on the dragon throne with his eyes wide open, looking like he didn't know what to do. His little face was red from the cold, and his fingers were tightly grasping the armrests of the dragon throne, looking a little nervous.

Although Fulin heard the quartermaster's report clearly, he didn't know how to answer. In fact, he didn't even understand why he was here or what happened outside. He looked left and right, trying to find someone to help, but he couldn't find anyone. His brows slightly frowned, and his eyes fell on the ministers who were sitting close to him.

Sony, Tan Tai and others from the Plain Yellow Banner, as well as Xihan and Aobai from the Bordered Yellow Banner, all stood on both sides. These people were big men in the two banners, with burly bodies and stern faces. Back then, it was the six of them who supported the ninth prince Fulin to become the emperor. Before the emperor was established, they swore an oath in the Sanguan Temple, saying that they would share life and death and assist the young emperor together. At this moment, they were like six indestructible fortresses, guarding the young emperor.

Looking further away, Daishan of the Plain Red Banner, Luoluohun of the Bordered Red Banner, Duoduo of the Bordered White Banner, Haoge of the Plain Blue Banner, and Jiergalang of the Bordered Blue Banner, the leaders of each banner have all arrived. They are either sitting or standing, either thinking or talking, but they all have one thing in common - majestic and deep. However, among this group of people, Dorgon of the Plain White Banner is missing. Fulin whispered to Sony: "Sony, why hasn't Prince Rui arrived yet?" There was a hint of uneasiness and expectation in his voice.

The muscles on Sony's face twitched slightly, and he replied in a low voice: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, Prince Rui will be here soon." There was a hint of determination and comfort in his eyes.

Fulin nodded, then said to the quartermaster, "You go down first." Although his voice was childish, it carried an unquestionable majesty.

"As you command." The quartermaster turned and ran away. His figure flickered in the candlelight, and then disappeared outside the palace gate.

Seeing that Dorgon had not arrived yet, Jirgalang asked Fulin loudly: "Your Majesty, everyone is here. When do we start the meeting?" His voice was loud and powerful, as if to make the whole hall tremble.

"We have gained a lot from entering the Pass this time. We need to share these things so that the bannermen can celebrate the New Year." Hauge echoed beside him. There was a trace of greed and expectation on his face, as if he had seen the scene of the treasures being divided into his own hands.

The atmosphere in Chongzheng Hall suddenly became cold. The candlelight flickered even more violently, as if it was also worried about the coming storm.

Although Fulin was young, he knew that it was difficult to answer the questions of his elders. He had no choice but to look at Sony again. Sony gritted his teeth and told Fulin with his eyes to ignore them. His eyes revealed a hint of firmness and determination, as if to say: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid, we are here!"

Duoduo took the opportunity to get close to Jirgalang and whispered, "Prince Zheng, I heard that Prince Rui went to the palace to see the Holy Mother Empress Dowager again?" There was a hint of provocation and conspiracy in his voice.

"Where else can he go?" Jirgalang asked back, with a hint of disdain and anger on his face, as if he had already felt that he could no longer tolerate Dorgon's behavior.

"How can you let so many people wait for him? You are the uncle who assists in the administration, you have to take on this responsibility." Duoduo continued to provoke. There was a sly and vicious light in his eyes.

Just as Jirgalang was about to speak, heavy footsteps were heard outside the door. As soon as the door opened, Dorgon came in, carrying a sense of pressure. He was wearing armor, with a sword on his waist, and his steps were steady and powerful. There was a trace of fatigue and tension on his face, but his eyes revealed a kind of firmness and determination.

It was freezing cold outside, and it was snowing heavily, but Dorgon didn't seem to be afraid of the cold. Instead, sweat broke out on his forehead and his face turned red. He walked directly to Fulin, knelt down and saluted: "Dorgon pays respect to the emperor. Long live the emperor." His voice was loud and powerful, as if it would shake the whole hall.

"No need to bow, but please stand up!" Fulin said with a smile. His voice was childish, but it carried an unquestionable majesty and kindness.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Dorgon stood up. He was tall and strong, like an indestructible fortress. His eyes revealed a kind of firmness and determination, as if he was ready to face all challenges.

"Let's discuss the matter!" Fulin said, and then he leaned back on the dragon chair without moving. Although his face was red from the cold, his eyes revealed a calmness and majesty that was beyond his age.

It would have been better if Fulin hadn't spoken. As soon as he finished speaking, the hall became eerily quiet. The candlelight flickered even more violently, as if it was also feeling uneasy and nervous about the impending storm.

After a while, Dorgon stood up again, knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, I am guilty. This time when we entered the pass, we were besieged by the Ming army that had several times more people than us, and the Zhengbai Banner was almost wiped out!" There was a hint of trembling and grief in his voice, as if he had already seen the figures of those soldiers who died in the battle.

"Ah?" Fulin jumped up in fright. His little face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen those terrible scenes. Although he was young, he also knew the importance of the Plain White Banner. In addition to the credit of his great-aunt Xiaozhuang, he was able to live to this day, and it was also inseparable from the support of Dorgon, the leader of the Plain White Banner.

(Empress Zhezhe, Xiaozhuang's aunt, persuaded the Zhenghuang and Xianghuang banners to help her and her son.)
"How...how could this happen?" Fulin asked fearfully. There was a hint of trembling and uneasiness in his voice, as if he had sensed the coming storm.

Of course Dorgon would not tell the truth. He recounted his experiences in the interior of the country, omitting the bad parts and embellishing the good parts in a vivid way. In order to shirk responsibility, he also dragged Wu Sangui into the matter.

"Your Majesty, I was chased and attacked by Huang Degong, Tang Shengyu, Jiang Taiwei, Ji Zisheng, Wu Sangui and hundreds of thousands of others. No matter how hard we fought, we could not win and had to return in defeat." There was a hint of helplessness and grief in his voice, as if he had already seen the figures of those soldiers who died in the battle.

"The Wenyu River was dry at that time, and I and more than a thousand personal soldiers could barely cross the river. When the Ming army was halfway in pursuit, the river water suddenly rose sharply, and they suffered heavy losses, so they failed to catch up." There was a hint of relief and luck in his voice, as if he had escaped from the disaster.

"That's how I was able to escape, run south to Shandong, meet Duoduo in Juzhou, and then return to Shengjing!" There was a hint of firmness and determination in his voice, as if he was ready to face all challenges.

Dorgon spoke with tears in his eyes, but the other flag owners all showed contempt. They either sneered, frowned or shook their heads, as if they had seen through Dorgon's lies and hypocrisy.

Jirgalang stood up and said, "Your Majesty, Prince Rui was defeated this time when he entered the Pass, and the Eight Banners suffered heavy losses." There was a hint of anger and sorrow in his voice, as if he had already seen the figures of the soldiers who died in the battle.

"In order to appease the anger of the bannermen, I request that he be stripped of his title of prince and thrown into prison to be punished." There was a hint of firmness and determination in his voice, as if he was ready to bring this criminal to justice.

"I second the motion." Hauge also stood up. There was a trace of greed and complacency on his face, as if he had seen Dorgon being deprived of everything and ruined.

"I second the motion." Daishan and Luoluohun also stood up. There was a trace of anger and dissatisfaction on their faces, as if they had already reached the limit of their tolerance for Dorgon's behavior.

Among the eight banners, there are only six banner masters besides Fulin himself, and now four of them want to convict Dorgon. All of a sudden, all the pressure is on Fulin. He sat on the dragon throne, his face pale and his eyes wide open, as if he was frightened by the sudden storm and didn't know what to do. His fingers tightly grasped the armrests of the dragon throne, as if he wanted to find a little comfort and strength from it. However, he knew that he could not escape this responsibility, because he was the emperor, the master of this land. He had to make a decision and face all these challenges and difficulties.

The young emperor Fulin sat upright on the dragon throne, his young face full of confusion and helplessness. This matter was really difficult for him to decide, like a heavy mountain pressing on his heart. He looked up at the pairs of eyes in the hall, all staring at him, with both expectation and scrutiny in their eyes, which made him feel flustered. He couldn't help but whispered: "This matter... let's wait for now." Before he finished speaking, he turned to Jirgalang and raised his voice a few degrees, trying to hide his inner panic: "Prince Zheng!"

Jirgalang didn't react at first, and was stunned for a moment, as if he was suddenly awakened from his deep thoughts. But soon, he came to his senses, knelt down and saluted, with a bit of haste in his movements: "I am here." There was a subtle worry in his eyes, and he was obviously surprised by Fulin's hesitation.

"As the New Year is approaching, you should first distribute the things we have looted this time, as well as the people and livestock, to everyone, so that everyone can have a good New Year." Fulin's voice echoed in the hall with a hint of imperceptible fatigue. "As for Prince Rui's matter, we will discuss it another day." After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave, as if he wanted to escape from this place that made him feel depressed.

When Jirgalang heard this, he felt a little anxious. He was about to say something, but swallowed it back. He knew very well that it was not appropriate to say more at this moment, so he could only worry secretly.

Haoge stood aside, his face slightly gloomy, obviously not satisfied with Fulin's decision. He sneered, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Your Majesty, I think the matter should be resolved today. It may not be appropriate to delay it until later." His eyes revealed an unquestionable determination.

At this time, Sony and Aobai stood up. They were the capable generals of the Plain Yellow Banner and the Bordered Yellow Banner. They said in unison: "We obey the emperor's will." Their voices were firm and powerful, as if they were providing a little support for Fulin.

Now, the two flag leaders disagreed, and the young emperor Fulin was caught in the middle, in a dilemma. The stiff smile on his face became more obvious, and he secretly hoped that Daishan and Luoluohun of the Zhenghong Banner and Xianghong Banner would stand up and say something. He searched the hall, trying to find a glimmer of support.

Daishan squinted his eyes, as if thinking about something. Although he was old and not so keen on power, if Dorgon really wanted to seize power, he would definitely do his best to stop it, even at the cost of his life. Back then, before Fulin ascended the throne, Daishan and Dorgon had a good relationship. But since Shuotuo and Adali were executed by Dorgon for treason, everything changed. A complex look flashed in Daishan's eyes, an emotion intertwined with memories of the past and helplessness about reality.

Recalling the day of August 9, the 16th year of Lin Xiaofeng, Huang Taiji suddenly passed away, and the princes of the Qing Dynasty discussed who to make the new emperor in Chongzheng Hall. Daishan, the princes of the royal family, the beile, and the beizi swore to support the new emperor, and the generals and ministers of the Eight Banners also swore to work together to assist the new emperor, and those who violated the oath would be punished by heaven and earth. Dorgon also swore the same oath at that time, his voice was firm and powerful, as if he was really willing to give everything for the new emperor.

But only three days after the oath, on August 16, Adali secretly went to see Dorgon. After returning, he and Shuotuo planned to replace Dorgon as emperor and forced Daishan to support them. Daishan adhered to his oath, rejected them, and questioned Dorgon. In order to cover up his conspiracy, Dorgon executed Shuotuo and Adali for treason. Since then, Daishan and Dorgon have had a grudge. A trace of resentment flashed in Daishan's eyes, which was the anger and helplessness of Dorgon's betrayal of his oath.

Daishan thought for a while and looked at Luoluohun. Luoluohun's eyes revealed a firm support, as if providing strength for Daishan. After Daishan got his nod, he knelt down and reported: "I think Prince Rui is extremely evil and should be severely punished. But the specific punishment is up to the emperor." After he said this, the generals of the Plain Yellow Banner and the Bordered Yellow Banner all agreed. Daishan's words not only showed his position, but also showed his respect for the little emperor. There was a trace of imperceptible fatigue and determination in his voice.

Fulin was very happy to hear this and nodded to express his gratitude. His eyes revealed a kind of gratitude and relief, as if he had found a force he could rely on. Then he looked at Duoduo again, trying to get more support from him.

At this time, everyone in the hall had expressed their opinions, only Duoduo had not spoken. He was silent, as if he was thinking about something. His eyes revealed a complex expression, which was a mixture of worry about the situation and uncertainty about the future.

"I think this matter is very serious and needs careful consideration." Duoduo finally spoke, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and it was obvious that he was saying that Jirgalang was suspected of exceeding his authority. "However... the specific handling of the matter is still up to the emperor to decide. It is not something that any prince can decide at will." His words made the atmosphere in the hall suddenly tense.

Jirgalang responded to Duoduo's provocation with a sneer: "Duduo, you'd better take care of your own family affairs first, and stop throwing dirty water on me. I am the faithful and loyal regent uncle, and I have the power to handle government affairs on behalf of the emperor." There was a hint of disdain and anger in his voice, and he was obviously dissatisfied with Duoduo's provocation.

Duoduo cursed inwardly. The situation was about to get out of control. He frowned, his eyes revealing anxiety and helplessness. He knew that if he didn't take action, the situation might get worse.

Fulin saw that the situation was not good, and quickly stood up and said, "Okay, okay, everyone, do as I say. All the materials and people and animals will be distributed to everyone for the New Year. Other things will be discussed another day! Dismiss!" After that, he walked out of the hall quickly. There was a hint of urgency and helplessness in his voice, as if he wanted to escape from this place that made him feel depressed.

The generals of the Plain Yellow Banner and the Bordered Yellow Banner also followed him out. Only a few people were left in the hall. Jirgalang snorted coldly and left, his back looking somewhat lonely and angry. Hauge followed him with a sinister smile on his face, as if preparing for the coming storm.

Daishan and Luoluohun walked into the snowstorm with blank expressions. Their figures seemed a little blurry and bleak in the snowstorm, as if foreshadowing the uncertainty and difficulties of the future.

After everyone had left, Duoduo approached Dorgon and asked, "Fourteenth brother, what does the Holy Mother Empress Dowager mean?" There was a hint of anxiety and worry in his voice, and he was obviously worried about Dorgon's situation.

Dorgon frowned and shook his head: "It's hard to say." His eyes revealed helplessness and worry, as if he was uncertain about the future situation.

"Why is it so hard to say? Can you keep your position as regent? If not, who can check and balance Jirgalang on your behalf?" Duoduo asked anxiously. There was a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in his voice, and he was obviously very concerned about Dorgon's situation.

Dorgon patted him on the shoulder and said, "I think you can do it. But..." There was a hint of hesitation and worry in his voice, as if he was uncertain about the future situation.

"But what?" Duoduo asked. His eyes revealed an eagerness and expectation, as if he hoped that Dorgon could give him a clear answer.

"The Holy Mother Queen Mother seems to have some doubts." Dorgon's voice was filled with helplessness and worry. His eyes revealed a complex look, which was a mixture of uncertainty about the future and worry about the situation.

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The Phoenix Tower is located behind the Chongzheng Hall. It is three stories high and has a high platform below. It is the gateway to the harem. At this time, the hall on the first floor is bustling with people. In addition to Fulin, generals and ministers of the Zhenghuang Banner and Xianghuang Banner, there are two women - Empress Zhezhe and the Holy Mother Empress Dowager Bumbutai (also known as Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang).

The candlelight flickered in the hall, reflecting the different expressions of the people. Sony looked around and stood up. He was tall and straight with a firm face. He reported: "Holy Mother Empress Dowager, Empress Zhezhe, I have reported what happened in Chongzheng Hall truthfully. I wonder how to deal with it next?" There was a hint of firmness and expectation in his voice, as if he hoped that the two queens could give clear instructions.

As the queen, Empress Zhezhe's words naturally carry weight. The generals and ministers of the two banners all listen to her. She turned her head and looked at Bumbutai, with a hint of inquiry and expectation in her eyes. She knew that Bumbutai had always had her own plans and plots.

After a moment's hesitation, Bumbutai said firmly, "I want to protect Dorgon!" Her voice was filled with unquestionable determination and resolution. She knew her decision might lead to controversy and opposition, but she was ready.

"What?" Empress Zhezhe widened her eyes in surprise. She looked at Bumbutai carefully, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. She knew that Bumbutai endured humiliation for Fulin's throne and even reached some kind of deal with Dorgon. But now Dorgon has lost power, wouldn't it offend other flag owners to protect him? Especially Jirgalang and Hauge, they wished Dorgon would die immediately. Could it be... Bumbutai really fell in love with Dorgon?
Empress Zhezhe shook her head violently, trying to dispel this absurd thought. She asked, "Why? Dorgon is guilty of heinous crimes, you can't save him!" There was a hint of anxiety and worry in her voice, and she was obviously puzzled and worried about Bumbutai's decision.

Bumbutai looked firmly at Sony, Tantai, Tulai, Gong Adai, Xihan, Aobai and others, and finally fell on Empress Zhezhe. There was an unquestionable firmness and determination in her voice: "Aunt, everyone, the reason is actually very simple - Dorgon has no son!" Her eyes revealed a complex look, which was an emotion intertwined with planning for the future and grasping the situation. She knew that her decision might cause controversy and opposition, but she was ready. For the overall situation and for Fulin's throne, she must keep Dorgon. (End of this chapter)