This year, there were two Chu dynasties in the world, both calling themselves "Da Chu" and referring to the other party as "fake Chu", one called the other "rebellion of the vassals", and the other called the "pseudo-emperor of the country".

The news spread to all parties, and people at that time called it "Southern Chu" and "Northern Chu".

The second year of Shouchang in the southern Chu, the first year of Jianwu in the northern Chu, the second year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty, the third year of Xinghe in the Darui, the first year of Dasui in the Dasi... the ninth day of the second month.

Capital.

Every day, carriages drove into the city, and a large number of Manchu nobles moved to the capital from outside the pass.

The inner city is obviously not enough to live.

Dorgon naturally had a place to live. In the past, Prince Su's mansion of the Chu Dynasty had been changed to the regent's mansion of the emperor's uncle.

This place has become the center of power in the Qing Dynasty.

Dorgon felt that Emperor Shunzhi's letter talisman was placed in the palace, and every time he dispatched troops, he had to apply for seals, which was very inconvenient, so he simply took all the seals to his mansion.

On this day, the official named Feng Boheng said, "Reported to the emperor's uncle, the regent, a large number of bannermen are entering the capital, but they have no livelihood. The slaves are worried about this, sighing for a long time, and finally came up with a solution."

Feng Boheng was in his fifties. He became a high school Jinshi at the age of nineteen. His career was extremely successful in his early years. He was known as "Little Feng Hanlin". Before Emperor Yanguang ascended the throne, he was appointed as the Minister of Rites and the Grand Secretary of the Dongge at the age of thirty and was appointed as the Minister of Rites and the Grand Secretary of the Dongge. He joined the cabinet as the Shaobao and the Prince's Taibao.

The reason why it went so smoothly was that he was willing to throw away the face of scholars and curry favor with the eunuch party. To be precise, it was a "flattering" eunuch party.

Sometimes Feng Boheng thought about those years, his conspiracies and tricks emerged one after another, and he framed the leaders of the Donglin Party. How glorious is it?

——It’s a pity that the late emperor didn’t know how to use himself, and insisted on eliminating the eunuch party and using civil servants. As expected, the Great Chu was destroyed!

In short, after Feng Boheng wasted nearly twenty years, the Qing army entered the pass, and Dorgon summoned him to the court with a letter. When he received the letter, he rushed over without stopping.

As soon as he entered the capital, Dorgon personally gave him court clothes, clothes, hats, saddles and horses, and ordered him to continue to be in the third court to attend the agency of the Ministry of Education.

At that time, Feng Boheng burst into tears and hugged Dorgon's boots and cried again.

Others dare to call Dorgon "Prince Rui" or "King Rui", but he always calls him "the emperor's uncle, the regent", without falling a word, and leads his ministers to praise Dorgon every month...

Dorgon despised and enjoyed such a sensible slave. At this time, he heard him have suggestions and said lightly: "Tell me."

"I ask the emperor's uncle, the regent, to move all the Han people in the inner city out, and to evacuate the inner city to place nobles and soldiers of the Eight Banners."

Ganglin, who was standing beside him, frowned and said, "There are hundreds of thousands of Han people in the inner city."

He didn't care about the life or death of these people, he simply hated Feng Boheng.

Feng Boheng said seriously: "The bannerman is the root of my Qing Dynasty. The soldiers of the Eight Banners have broken through the thorns and laid the foundation for my Qing Dynasty. Now they cannot cover their heads. If this matter is not solved, wouldn't it be a shame for the heroes?"

Ganglin cursed in his heart.

This was what Prince Rui meant. Feng Boheng guessed Prince Rui's thoughts and said it first. He didn't mean to oppose it now, and he was embarrassed to discuss it... Dog traitor! Shameless!

Ganglin had no choice but to say: "Prince Rui, even though that is the case, I love the people as my son in the Qing Dynasty. I should pay appropriate relocation silver to avoid chaos."

Feng Boheng said: "It's right. But that's not enough. How can the bannermen settle in the pass and live without a livelihood? The slave believes that the land of the capital and the capital should be distributed to the princes and princes of the Eight Banners... After the wars over the years, there are many lands without a home, and the horse can be reeled..."

Dorgon glanced at Feng Boheng indifferently, knowing that this slave knew how to guess his thoughts and was smart.

This kind of person is the most convenient to use. He waved his hand and asked him to submit a memorandum, and he would do the job...

He finished his discussion and walked towards the inner house.

Thinking that I will still be exploring the west and south this year, there are no more generals available, and I miss Duoduo a little.

"Where is the Dorbo people?"

"Go back to the prince, the little prince is in the ancestral hall..."

When Dorgon arrived at the Buddhist temple, he looked at the four-year-old Dorbo, holding his knees and huddled in the corner crying.

Dorbo was the fifth son of Dodo and was adopted by Dorgon.

Originally, the two brothers had a tacit understanding in their hearts. When Dorgon dies one day, they will adopt the child.

But in Shengjing, Dorgon suspected that Dodo had colluded with Wang Xiao, which aroused Dodo's dissatisfaction, so he simply let Dodo inherit it. This was equivalent to admitting that he could not have a child, which was a big concession.

Let it go, Duoduo still died...

"Ah...Ah." Dorbo shouted timidly when he saw Dorgon.

He only arrived in Yanjing today. Because Dorgon felt lonely, he sent someone to bring him here.

At this time, he picked up his heir and Dorgon said with a face: "You are a warrior of the Aisin Jueluo family, my son, why are you crying?"

After being glared at me, Dorbo cried even harder, and did not dare to look at Dorgon's tiger-leopard-like eyes, and lowered his head aggrievedly.

I miss my own biological son...

Dorgon sighed in his heart and put down his heir.

——This is not his newborn son after all...

~~

In fact, there is no need for Feng Boheng to provide advice or Dorgon's order, the Han people in the inner city have long been expelled.

The first thing to be affected is the family that owns a good house but has not yet been in power in the new dynasty.

The whole city was filled with crying and robbing the earth.

Although everyone was still happily praising the Qing Dynasty's light people's poor tuitions and the good policies of the Manchu and Han family...

But in Qingshuifang, there is a house that no one dares to occupy.

That was the villa given to her brother Prince Zhuoliketu by the Empress Dowager.

Although Prince Zhuoliketu Wu Keshan had not arrived in Yanjing yet, he had already asked his daughter Meng Guqing to enter the pass with the Empress Dowager and then placed it in this villa.

Meng Guqing is only eight years old this year and travels thousands of miles from Korqin to Yanjing. The meaning of this is that anyone who is not a fool can tell.

The Empress Dowager intended to promise her niece to His Majesty as the Queen...

Things have not started yet, but no one dares to get close to the place where the queen lives in the future.

On this day, the central palace sent someone to visit Meng Guqing...

Su Moer walked through courtyards.

Although she has been here twice, she is not familiar with this yard. She first bypassed "Du Kangzhai" and then passed by "Taoranju", and finally found the small yard without a plaque.

When she walked here, the palace maid next to Su Mo'er who had been lowering her head speeded up and ran straight into the house.

"You are waiting outside, no one is allowed to approach." Su Mo'er whispered, looked around again, and then followed into the house.

In the room, Bumubutai was holding a child and shaking it gently.

"Do you miss me?" she asked softly.

It was one year old. It was just over the Chinese New Year. The child was two years old, but he was less than one year old in the month. While learning to speak, although he couldn't make a complete sound, he seemed to be able to understand Bumubutai's words. He stared at her with his eyes open and was very close.

Su Moer and her wet nurse stood beside her for a while, and let the mother and son enjoy this moment of reunion. After a while, she whispered: "Empress, it's time to leave."

"I really want to take him back to the palace..."

"Empress, you know it won't work." Su Mo'er's eyes fell. Although the child was still young, his eyebrows were very beautiful. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like the so-called "children from the herdsman's house I picked up in Korqin."

Bumubutai pressed his face against the child's soft hair and said, "You guys go out first."

"twitter."

In the room, Bumubutai lay down on the couch with the child in his arms.

She felt the room where the man had lived.

No matter where he escapes, no matter where he escapes, when the entire country is his own rule, he has no way to escape...

On that day, she asked him to kneel in front of her and cried and begged her to forgive him.

She wanted him to crawl at his feet and kiss him...

Bumubutai's heart trembled a little, gritted his teeth, and hatred and hope surged in his heart...

"Um...uh...mother..."

The child suddenly muttered.

Bumubutai was stunned for a moment, then full of surprises.

"Good kid, good kid, let's scream..."

"My mom..."

"Child... Give me some more time. My mother will keep you by my side and teach you how to ride and shoot martial arts... and he... Let's let him teach you poetry, books, and strategies. When you grow up, you are both civil and military. Is it good to be a prince with an iron hat..."

~~

Xi'an.

"Don't always suck his fingers, it's so dirty."

Tang Qianqian was lying on the couch and looked at the document, turning her head and saying unhappily.

"Why are you dirty?" Chen Yuanyuan smiled at the newborn in her arms and said, "What do you think of Xiao Daigua?"

The child was only a month old, but he was too lazy to answer her.

Huazhi, who was sitting beside him, staring at him seriously, "He must be trying to get breastfeed."

"Have you finished your business? Why are you lazy here?"

"I usually hug it..."
To be continued...