Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 306 Uncle Regent

It depends on the southern propaganda, which gave the Manchu court great confidence: it seems that it can really rule the Central Plains.

That's right, even if they lived in Beijing for more than a year, the nobles of the Qing Dynasty, including Dorgon, had no confidence that they could stay for a long time.

For a long time, a preparatory plan has been made, ready to withdraw from Beijing at any time and return to outside the customs.

For example, the death of Prince Yu Duoduo and the obstruction of the offensive in northern Shaanxi all show that the resistance of the Han people is very strong.

However, Nanjing was taken down like falling flowers and flowing water, and Nanzhili was pacified in almost two months, which seems to show that it is inevitable for the Qing Dynasty to stabilize the world.

At this point, it is not only Azige who has ambitions in his heart, but for Dorgon, his heart is agitated.

"I can't, ah, I can't..."

On the bed, the current empress dowager, Da Yu'er, was lying on Dorgon's body with her hips arched, her face blushing.

Young in his twenties, Mongolian plump, slender waist, and tender body like a lamb, Dorgon couldn't put it down.

The longing when he was young, the status of brother show, and the warm welcome of the queen mother all fascinated Dorgon.

Unconsciously holding the woman's lifeline with both hands, Dorgon said in a deep voice:

"Azig wants to be named uncle—"

He knew that women have always had their own ideas about politics.

Sure enough, the woman who had just turned into a lump of mud suddenly knelt up, her moist eyes receded, and she said in a daze, "Don't even think about it."

Dorgon smiled, looked at the woman's stubborn face, and couldn't help saying: "What? It's only natural that they took Nanjing."

When Da Yuer heard the words, she couldn't help rolling her coquettish eyes, and said, "I don't want to wait on the three of you brothers under the covers."

"Hahaha!"

Dorgon's laughter shook the palace, and it took him a long time to slow down, hugging the woman's mature body, and said in a deep voice: "You are mine now, and no one can take it away."

"Since he wants to become the uncle king, let's wait until he returns to Beijing. At that time, there are ways to wait for him."

After saying that, he kissed the woman's forehead.

And Da Yuer huddled in front of his chest, without the slightest smile on her pretty face.

Compared with Dorgon, who has no heirs, Azig poses the greatest threat to Shunzhi's throne.

"Why don't you accept the title of Uncle King first!"

"Me?" Dorgon was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "You have a good idea."

"Uncle Regent, hahahaha!"

Da Yuer laughed along with her, the fear in her heart increased rather than diminished.

The lesser of two evils is the same as drinking poison to quench thirst.

A man's ambition is endless and constantly increasing.

Therefore, for Fulin's throne, she gave almost everything except the throne to Dorgon.

In the third year of Shunzhi, on February [-]th, Emperor Shunzhi of the Qing Dynasty named Dorgon as the regent of the emperor's uncle.

In addition to more salaries and palaces, Dorgon also enjoyed the kneeling ceremony of the ministers, and his status was equivalent to that of the emperor.

As for the emperor's father and regent in the later period of history, he was directly the emperor's father and was above the emperor. It's no wonder that Shunzhi hated him deeply.

Moving forward step by step is actually an attack on his throne.

At this time, His Royal Highness Yu Wang, who lives in Xi'an, can't sit still in Xi'an city after he has completely stabilized the border.

The military situation from the south made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Nanjing fell...

The emperor fled...

It depends on the spread of Jiangnan——

These are all stimulating his nerves.

It's time for him to act too.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yixi was shocked.

After years of waiting and planning, there are finally phased results.

So he summoned all his ministers and generals.

King Yu's face was mournful, as pale as a funeral examination.

Everyone panicked, not knowing what happened, and their faces were anxious.

After a long time, seeing that the time was almost up, Zhu Yixi lamented: "Ah, alas—"

"The widow just got the news that Nanjing City was destroyed, and His Majesty is missing. I'm afraid it's already..."

"Unfortunate for the country!"

At this point, King Yu wailed endlessly. It can be said that those who heard it were sad and those who saw it wept.

Everyone was stunned.

It's a pity that most of the people here are warriors, and they are very stupid for a while.

It was still Bai Guang'en who had a wink, and when he saw Feng Xianzong was about to say something, he hurriedly said: "Your Highness mourns for you. Now that something happened in Nanjing, condolences are necessary, but the country cannot live without a king."

"The final general implores His Highness to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, so as to reassure the people."

At this moment, the crowd came to their senses, and clapped their hands and bowed down: "Please also invite Your Highness to ascend the throne—"

When Zhu Yixi saw it, he quickly wiped away his tears with his sleeves: "The widow has little morality, so I really shouldn't deserve it, don't deserve it!"

Only then did Feng Xianzong cup his hands, and said: "Your Highness, although General Bai's words are rough, they are true."

As he said that, he talked eloquently: "Although Your Highness belongs to a distant branch, King Fu is not a direct descendant when he ascends the throne? They are all descendants of Emperor Taizu, why are they superficial?"

"Furthermore, Taiping is based on the order of ethics, and in troubled times, merit is based on merit. His Highness collected Huguang and Guizhou in the south, chased thieves in the west, and returned Henan to the north. Now he returns to Shaanxi Province, the thirteen provinces of Ming Dynasty, and His Highness alone returns to five provinces. Who dares to compare with such feats?"

"Besides, the trespassers fled in the wilderness, and His Highness alone took the hatred of the late emperor in his heart, and never forgot it for a moment. Who can compare with such a loyal minister?"

"Peace the people and appease the army, expel the thieves, and make false statements about the ancestors. It is really hard to find half a majestic lord like His Highness—"

This praise is well-founded and really convincing.

Even Bai Guangen, the leader, was a little taken aback.

Relying on his own power to recover the five provinces, is this King Yu really the chosen one?
That's right, as early as in Xi'an, a certain man saw that he was different, soared to the top, Sun Dushi and even his daughter married him, I'm afraid there was a conspiracy!
It's a pity that I don't have a daughter, otherwise this unprecedented wealth would be mine...

"Your Highness is indeed the destiny of heaven, please don't let God's will—"

Zhu Meng just yelled and knelt down: "Long live!!"

"Long live!!!"

Everyone followed suit, and there was no mistake. They knelt down on their knees and made a prostrate posture.

To be honest, seeing such a scene, Zhu Yixi felt strange: "Seeing people kneeling is much more comfortable than watching people bend over and clasp their hands."

Power, so fascinating.

In a split second, he wanted to continue the conversation and claim the title of emperor directly.

However, in this Confucian society, people who are modest and prudent can live longer and be accepted more easily.

He hurriedly said in fear and trepidation: "I have little virtue, I am afraid that I will bear the burden of tens of thousands, so please choose another master!"

How can there be a standard for virtue?

In this situation, who else can we invite?
King Yu made a second resignation.

This incident barely ended.

However, the election incident spread like wind throughout the city of Xi'an, and the gentry, big and small, also knew that the city of Nanjing was broken and the emperor disappeared.

Under such circumstances, many people can only put on a posture and jointly write a letter, demanding that King Yu proclaim himself emperor.

The next day, even a group of scholars sat in front of the Confucius Temple and bluntly said that they would not get up if King Yu did not agree.

(End of this chapter)