Jilin City, September 20, the eighth year of Shunzhi.
The emperor's uncle and regent Dorgon, who had been in bed with him for nearly a year, was now exhausted.
The huge candles were still bright, reflecting faces with inexplicable expressions. Some were obscure, some were quiet, and some were sad. No matter what they were thinking in their hearts, everyone's unanimous expression was that they were grief-stricken.
Dorgon's turbid eyes wandered around his heir, Dorbo.
This eight-year-old child is Duduo's fifth son. It was precisely because he had no heirs that he needed to inherit the title of prince, so he adopted him.
The young man obviously understood something and kept crying.
Then Dorgon turned his eyes to Azig, who was full of expectations. The latter's face was full of enthusiasm, and he wanted to get close to him.
But Dorgon understood that Azig had a rough personality and was informal. If this was considered an advantage in war, he would be ostracized 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, etc.
Those who could stand near him were all the top powerful figures in the Qing Dynasty.
He ignored Azig and said slowly: "The situation in the country is like this. You should not engage in internal strife in the future. Unite as one and fight against the Ming army. This is the way to win..."
After becoming seriously ill, Azig was particularly enthusiastic about taking over the position of regent, almost openly showing it.
"Your Majesty has arrived——"
Suddenly, a servant reported that the emperor was coming.
At this time, the officials fell one step behind and made room.
I saw a young man wearing a yellow dragon robe coming gracefully, exuding an indescribable temperament, and his face was full of concern.
This is how the emperor showed his deportment to the officials so openly and openly. His thin and tough figure seemed to indicate to them that he had grown up.
That's right, the fifteen-year-old emperor has been married for more than two years, but he has not yet taken charge.
Looking at it this way, it seems that he has the heroic appearance of the late emperor.
All the officials were confused, except Azige who looked ugly.
Who likes being robbed of the limelight?
Fan Wencheng nodded slightly, expressionless.
Just these steps, the emperor practiced several times in the palace, hoping to make a surprise move and impress the ministers.
As long as Dorgon dies, the emperor will have a natural right and right, and he will naturally have power at his fingertips.
"Uncle, are you okay?" Emperor Shunzhi looked like a real nephew at this time, with red eyes and concern.
"Fu Lin?" Dorgon felt that his vision was a little blurry, but he finally recognized his nephew.
"It's good for you to come and see me. It's not in vain that I helped you rise to power..."
These words were extremely harsh, but they were in line with Dorgon's usual style, and Shunzhi could only accept it.
Glancing sideways, 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 passes away, I wonder what will happen to the government?"
Shunzhi asked softly, and this sentence instantly captured everyone's hearts.
When Dorgon heard this, his face turned a little pale, his mouth moved, and he sighed:
"Now our Eight Banners have suffered heavy casualties, and the north is vast. We need to recharge our batteries and not confront the Ming army head-on..."
"As for those in power..."
When it came to the last key point, Dorgon's voice was much softer and the ministers could not hear clearly. Emperor Shunzhi leaned over and listened:
"What? My nephew is too young to be able to convince the public if he takes charge personally?"
The voice of this soliloquy was particularly loud, and everyone in the room looked at him in different ways.
The civil servants headed by Fan Wencheng liked the stability of the court the most, and they were naturally full of joy.
The nobles of the Eight Banners had different expressions.
Azig's face was ashen, Haug's expression was expressionless, and Jilharang opened his mouth but was speechless.
"What did my brother say?" Azig suddenly asked with concern: "What kind of trust do you have for me, my brother?"
After saying this, he ignored the rules and stepped directly up, bowing his head and listening like Shunzhi.
Shunzhi's expression changed and he allowed him to do this.
Unfortunately, no matter how much Azig listened, there was no sound, but it did not 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 the country. This is what I should do..."
Seeing that Azig was still talking to himself, Fan Wencheng on the side said loudly: "Prince Regent? Prince Regent?"
Now, everyone came forward.
I saw that Dorgon's face was gray and white, and he was breathing out more and taking in less air.
After a while, his eyes went blank, his head tilted, and there was no movement.
Shunzhi immediately raised his head and issued an order: "The regent will be buried with imperial rites, and the corresponding regulations will be drafted by the cabinet."
"In addition, his heir Dorbo attacked the prince and received three times the royal salary..."
"The regent's old ministers Zhan Dai and Suk Saha are the ministers..."
Zhan Dai is a retainer in Prince Rui's palace and is a close official of Dorgon.
Suksaha is the person in charge of the two white flags affairs for Dorgon, and his status is higher.
Dorgon's posthumous affairs and arrangements for Dorgon's old ministers fully reflect the emperor's comfort and Xiao Gui and Cao Sui's thoughts.
Most of the people present were satisfied.
The emperor came and went in a hurry, establishing in one fell swoop the prerequisite for his future pro-government.
However, there are still some regulations in place.
"Emperor." At this time, Queen Mother Dayu'er came in a hurry. After hesitating for a moment, she opened her mouth and asked, "How is Dorgon?"
"Dead." Shunzhi curled his lips and said, "Leaved peacefully, but left me a mess."
"Hey!" Da Yu'er frowned and said displeasedly: "No matter how bastard Dorgon is, but without him, how could you ascend to the throne of God?"
"Besides, if it weren't for him, the current situation would probably be even worse."
"Okay!" Shunzhi immediately became unhappy: "Eji, he's dead, so stop speaking for him."
Dayu'er sighed, she couldn't help herself anymore.
She turned around and was about to leave, then suddenly said: "Fu Lin, if you are in charge, Azige will definitely not be able to get around you."
"He wants to be the regent for his uncle."
"I see."
Shunzhi's face was livid.
When he was a child, Shunzhi thought about it again and again and finally made up his mind.
Soon, several eunuchs left the palace.
Late at night, hundreds of horsemen moved with the wind and directly surrounded the residence of the Prince of England.
Any servants who resisted were killed.
Azig was furious: "I am the Prince of England, who gave you the courage to cause trouble?"
"This is your Majesty's wish."
Suddenly, a fierce general came up with his head raised.
"Obai?"
Azig's pupils shrank: "Did the emperor send you here?"
"Prince of England, please stay at home."
Oboi said coldly: "Without an imperial edict, do you think I would move?"