"inappropriate!"

Jiergalang said without hesitation: "Now in the Qing Dynasty, the conflict between Manchu and Han is irreconcilable. If a large army goes to war, the Han people who stay in the rear will cause trouble. The regent must be on guard."

"The Prince of the Regent, what do you think should be done?"

Dorgon asked.

Jirgalang hesitated for a moment and said, "I can't fight, and if I am besieged, I will have a big trouble sooner or later. Why not, try asking for peace from the Ming Dynasty?"

"What?"

Dorgon was furious and said, "You Jirgalang, you can also say such words. How much suffering did the Qing Dynasty have experienced since Emperor Taizu's rebellion? How could I surrender to the south due to temporary setbacks?"

Jirhalang said coldly: "That is, according to the regent, it's a death-ending battle? Since that's the case, why not call the ministers to discuss matters and see what everyone said."

He also took the initiative. He originally wanted to be a prince of Taiping and enjoy his life's glory and wealth, but he encountered such a pickled matter as destroying the country. How could he not resent the culprit Dorgon?

Dorgon was also slightly shocked. Due to his continuous failures, his prestige in the court plummeted, and more and more people were dissatisfied with him, and some were dissatisfied with him forcibly suppressing Haoge.

There is often a voice in Shenyang now, that is, what will happen if Haoge becomes the emperor, and will he fall into the current situation of destruction of the country and the destruction of the clan?

What didn't happen naturally would be said whatever he wanted. If the three Dorgon brothers were not able to work together and Bumubutai had a great influence in the two yellow flags, I'm afraid Haoge would have led his troops back to Shenyang.

Under such a situation, Dorgon did not dare to summon ministers to discuss matters, so as to prevent the situation from developing in an uncontrollable direction.

"Regent, you can consider what the regent means."

Bumubutai's beautiful eyes showed dissatisfaction and glanced at Dorgon. She no longer wanted to live in the Forbidden City. She just wanted to maintain the status quo and live a good life in Shenyang, but Dorgon obviously couldn't see the situation clearly.

If he felt that his tone was too heavy, Bumubutai sighed and said, "Regent, my Qing Dynasty really can't stand the tossing. If there were no Han people, I could still give it a try. If I was defeated, it would be like the Regent said, and I would return to Hetul Allah. But there are three million Han people in my Qing Dynasty. Can I still kill them all? If I really kill each other, I am afraid that there are not many of us in the Manchus.

Although seeking peace will ruin the pioneering achievements of the two emperors of Taizu and Taizong, as long as people live, there is hope. A few hundred years ago, will the Great Jin Kingdom survive?”

Dorgon's face changed in a blue and white state. He knew very well that if he asked for peace, he might be pushed out as a scapegoat, but even the Queen Mother of the Holy Mother expressed the meaning of seeking peace, and his authority was no longer the same as before. So what could he do?

“Oh ~~”

Dorgon sighed and bowed, "Then Li Xin wants to kill all the Qing Dynasty and occupy a good situation, so I'm afraid he must be willing!"

Jirgalang said: "How can you know if you don't try it? It really doesn't work. You'll fight to the death with the Southern Dynasty!"

Dorgon said: "Even if Li Xin is willing to agree to the peace, he will have to put forward harsh conditions. Let's first consider which ones can be agreed and which ones cannot be agreed, and then agree on who will go to the Southern Dynasty for the most appropriate mission."

"Well, I have to settle today!"

Bumubutai nodded.

...

Beijing!

For several days, the prison students guarded the statue of Zhu Xi and did not dare to leave for a moment, but Li Xin never moved and the police did not come to arrest people. They were somewhat relaxed, and even optimistic began to emerge. They all speculated that Li Xin had seen the power of the scholar and knew that it was irresistible. What he was considering was how to end with a decent end.

Yang Tinglin, Lu Zhenfei and others also looked at each other and smiled. Are they so young? Can't they get off the stage?

But just when everyone thought the situation was about to calm down, on this day, thousands of young people suddenly came from the Imperial College, generally between the ages of fifteen and sixteen and twenty. Compared with the scholars, they were dressed more ragged and had simpler faces. This was the student summoned by Li Xinzhi.

They received modern and modern knowledge and were eager to apply what they learned to do. They not only repay Li Xin's kindness, serve the country, but also change their personal destiny. Therefore, they heard that some supervisors stopped the new exams from taking the exam. The representative of the representative was Zhu Xi's statue. They were angry and did not need too much instigation. After a special person provided food and accommodation to Beijing, they rushed to the capital one after another.

This is their chance to change their destiny, and no one is willing to let it go.

"Who?"

"Where did the wild boy come from?"

"Where is the police, why don't the police stop him?"

When the scholars saw a large group of people rushing in, they immediately started to shout.

The police have long been instructed that their mission is to prevent the conflict between the two sides from causing life.

"What are you going to do?"

Someone asked again.

A young man said, "We are here to smash the statue of Zhu Xi. This person is a disaster to the country and the people, and he is not worthy of being worshipped by incense!"

“Bold!”

"presumptuous!"

"A bunch of mud legs dares to speak wildly!"

The scholars were angry and shouted sternly.

"Smash!"

The group of students ignored it, picked up the guys, and rushed up.

The conflict broke out instantly.

The scholars waved their arms randomly, faced with pairs of fists, and kept retreating. They were usually generous and had no power to tie their hands. Where were the students' opponents?

These students are used to hardships. They have to study and do farm work. They are all strong and they scream when they hear the oh-so-yelling sounds and push them out in groups. Some of them are too weak and fall to the ground.

With just one confrontation, the scholars were completely defeated, and the statue of Zhu Xi was surrounded by students.

"Smash!"

Another shout.

Several strong students took off the hammer on their backs, swung them up, and smashed them on Zhu Xi's statue. Every time they smashed them, the scholars couldn't scold them, but no one dared to stop them, just cried and scolded them.

"Bang!"

As the last hammer fell, Zhu Xi's statue turned into broken mud on the ground.

"That's Zhang Feng's image. Should I smash it?"

"Don't mess it up. Although Zhang Xiao studied Neo-Confucianism and had the same name as Zhu Xi, this person resolutely took over the burden of lecturer on Yuelu Academy when he was in panic. He also used the school's guidance to oppose the imperial examination and profit, cultivating talents to preach and help the people as the guideline for running schools. He cultivated a group of talents who are in charge of the world and made an indelible contribution to stabilizing the situation in the southeast. Zhang Xiao made contributions!"

"Do you want to smash the second Cheng?"

"Although these two people have no personal morality, they are the founders of Neo-Confucianism. They also have to bear part of the responsibility for the imprisonment of Neo-Confucianism. They can remove their images without smashing them, throw them into the utility room."

A student stepped forward, tied the two statues with a rope, and exerted force in unison, dragged the statues down and threw them into the garden outside the hall.

"Stop, stop!"

"Oh my god!"

"Oh, my saint!"

Countless scholars beat their chests and stamped their feet, burst into tears, and Zhu Xi and the two Chengs seemed to be pushed down, as if their faith had also been pushed down.

In the entire Imperial College, there were more than one statue of Zhu Jia and the two Chengs. The students swept over. Every time they walked along, they would see statues or portraits of Zhu Xi and the two Chengs, smashed, teared or moved away, leaving the scholars crying all over the place behind them.

"The Regent is here!"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, and the Imperial College suddenly became quiet. The students stopped smashing statues, and the students stopped crying.

"Go to the lecture hall quickly, the Regent will meet you in the lecture hall!"

A policeman rushed over and called out.
Chapter completed!