Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 679 Dorgon's Injury
The sky was bright, and Shengjing in April was soaked by rain, and there was a burst of spring cold, which could not be removed.

Even though he has been in Shengjing for many years, Hong Chengchou still has difficulty adapting to the bitter cold here. It is winter for half a year and autumn for half a year, which is much worse than his hometown in Fujian.

The wet ground was covered with footprints, and then the whole house was awakened by a knock on the door.

Shengjing was Shenyang in the Ming Dynasty, and it was a military town. After it became the capital of the Qing Dynasty, many nobles from the Eight Banners moved into the city, making the city extremely crowded.

Even if he is a cabinet scholar, Hong Chengchou's mansion is very small, with only two entrances and two courtyards.

Hong Chengchou was a light sleeper and woke up immediately.

"My lord, is it too humid? I'll ask someone to light it up again tomorrow."

The concubines on the side hurriedly got up to serve, and the maids also came in a hurry.

"No need." Hong Chengchou shook his head, sat up and said, "Something happened."

Soon, the butler's voice came from outside the door: "Master, it's the news from the cabinet that you should go to the palace."

"Understood." Hong Chengchou nodded, stood up resolutely, and left the room.

The entourage, guards, and groom sent him to the palace tightly and smoothly.

In the cabinet, Gang Lin and Qi Chongge were jumping up and down anxiously, their faces were panicked, and their expressions were extremely ugly.

On the other side, Fan Wencheng, Ning Wan and I also had a bad complexion, full of seriousness.

Hong Chengchou's arrival did not ease the tense atmosphere in the cabinet.

"what happened?"

Fan Wencheng smiled wryly: "Last year, the mountain was covered with heavy snow, and this spring there are a lot of wild animals, which frequently come down the mountain to harm the people. The Eight Banners have always had a tradition of hunting, and the regent will not refuse anyone who comes..."

"As a result, halfway through chasing the prey, the horse stumbled and is now unconscious."

"How could this be?" Hong Chengchou was full of disbelief: "The regent's health has not been healthy in recent years, why did he go hunting in person?"

"The Eight Banners have always obeyed the strong. If the regent doesn't show up for a long time and doesn't participate in the hunting, the Eight Banners may be in turmoil..."

Therefore, this hunting activity is not only an exercise for the army, but also a political activity. None of the Eight Banners Mongolian, Han Eight Banners, etc. will be left behind.

For the Prince Regent, who has not been seen for a long time, he cannot bear such a huge responsibility at such a critical juncture.

Soon, they were brought to the mansion by the eunuch.The suppressed voice faintly revealed.

Hong Chengchou frowned tightly, and he didn't know how long it had passed.

"Several, the regent is awake."

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme, when several cabinet scholars suddenly saw the wrapped entourage who broke the atmosphere, they all turned their heads away.

"Okay!" Fan Wencheng did his part. As the chief assistant of the cabinet, he naturally had such a responsibility.

After that, even Gang Lin, Qi Chongge, Ning Wan and others were only half a step behind.

Soon, several people saw the regent on the sickbed.

Dorgon, who used to be a hulking figure, now showed signs of exhaustion. It seemed that his burly figure had been condensed a lot, and his sharp eyes had also turned gloomy.

A sick tiger tightened its claws.

The strong herbal smell filled the room, making it suffocating.

"Ahem, cough, although I am recuperating from illness, all the memorials from the cabinet will be sent to my mansion for review."

Exhausting all his strength, Dorgon coughed a few times, as if he wanted to cough up his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, his face was extremely pale.

"Yes!" Fan Wencheng responded with a full mouth.

Afterwards, Dorgon called Gang Lin and the other two to come closer and gave some instructions. They nodded again and again and regained their composure.

The cabinet seems to have a backbone, and it has resumed its operation, and the court is as usual.

But Hong Chengchou understood that he could never go back to the past.

"This Shengjing is busy!"

In today's Qing Dynasty, the young master is in the court, and the regent sits at the center. Power will only transfer and will not disappear.

When the regent is unable to shoulder this responsibility, he will naturally let the emperor appear in front of everyone.

Although the emperor is only 14 years old, although he is still immature, in the eyes of some people, he is enough to take on heavy responsibilities.

At the same time, within the Eight Banners, there were also people who wanted to replace Dorgon, or in other words, there were many people who would inherit his power.

Who made Dorgon childless?

Azig, Prince of England, and Jierhalang, Prince Zheng, are ready to move.

Azige considers himself Dorgon's elder brother, while Jierhalang also wants to fight because of his seniority and prestige in the Eight Banners.

Even Hauge, the suppressed Prince Su, couldn't help showing his edge.

For a time, because of Dorgon's serious illness inside the Eight Banners, there was a miasma of smoke and gunpowder.

But in the inner court, there was an undercurrent in the calm.

As early as the year before last, Emperor Shunzhi married Horqin Borzigit to show his adulthood.

Now, as Shunzhi grows older, his influence on the inner court is getting deeper and deeper, gradually reaching the point where the tree has grown deep.

"Mr. Tang!"

In the study, Shunzhi stood with his hands folded, looking at the picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of him, his eyes burst out with indescribable ambition.

"Is the outer court already in chaos?"

"Although the cabinet handled it safely, it can't control the Eight Banners. The nobles are too busy visiting relatives and friends!"

Tang Ruowang said softly that as a missionary, he could walk freely in the inner court and was the best eyes and ears of Emperor Shunzhi.

"It's messed up, it's all messed up."

A happy smile appeared on Shunzhi's face, and then gradually became ferocious: "Everyone wants to ride on my head and become the Supreme Emperor. How can there be such a good thing in the world?"

Clenching his fists, Shunzhi calmed down, and asked with a sideways face: "Is the regent really dying?"

"It's almost the same." Tang Ruowang said in a deep voice, "I went to see it two days ago, and I was already seriously ill, and I depended on ginseng to hang my life."

"That's good, that's good—"

Looking at his immature figure in the bronze mirror, the smile on Shunzhi's face became wider and clearer...

In the harem, after the death of Huang Taiji's official wife Borzigit last year, the Empress Dowager, the mother of Shunzhi, officially took control of the inner court.

Although she married Dorgon last year, her thoughts are still on her son.

"That monk, has been in the study with the emperor for half an hour?"

Da Yuer frowned, her eyes full of worry.

Knowing son Mo Ruomu, she doesn't know why, this Tang Ruowang is the emperor's eyeliner, and what he seeks is enough to overthrow the court.

But she didn't dare to say more, and she couldn't.

"How is the Regent?"

"According to the servants, the regent has been hanged by ginseng, and the time is running out."

"Don't take what you hear, you have to see everything with your own eyes."

Borzigit gritted his teeth, and said coldly: "Don't be stingy with money, ask the imperial physician, it's best to get all the medicine residue."

"Yes!"

At this moment, she can only stand by her son's side, and this is what she can do with all her strength.

(End of this chapter)