Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

People are crowded together and people are touching each other.

You can even see your feet clearly...

"Pfft!"

I don't know which old and frail minister made a mistake and fell into the Jinshui River.

"Crack!"

The ice broke.

"Whoa!"

The water splashed everywhere, and the old minister fell into the Jinshui River.

"Help!"

The official who fell into the water screamed miserably.

I was already old, and the winter in Beijing was extremely cold. When I was aroused by the cold river water, my hands and feet immediately became numb.

The shrill cry for help resounded on both sides of the Jinshui River.

However, among the hundreds of officials scrambling to be the first, who would stop and wait?

The Qing Dynasty had just been defeated in the battle of Yierdusi. There were 30 troops, but only less than [-] people escaped...

In the past few days, the master has been moody and will beat up officials if something goes wrong.

The day before yesterday, more than a dozen senior officials were killed one after another...

Don't dare to stop!

Can't stop!

Once the regent's father finds out the reason, he will beat them to death!

Even in ordinary times, no one would stop to rescue...

At most, someone with a clear conscience will inform the patrolling Ouchi guards...

At this juncture, who is willing to stop and risk the anger of Dorgon to rescue a competitor?

While the palace maids and eunuchs were passing through the Neijinshui River, the officials were scrambling for the brief light...

No one wants to stop for even a second!

Countless officials were rushing to cross the plank bridge. Anyone who dared to stop would be pushed and fell into the water...

On the Bridge of All Living Beings, hundreds of officials crowded to pass...

In Jinshui River, people who fell into the water are still flopping...

The thick cotton-padded jacket became a swimming ring in a short period of time.

Making the official float on the water.

However, on the wooden plank bridge of all beings, there was a huge crowd of officials, but no one even looked at her.

If you are late, you will be spanked, and no one wants to stop and wait...

Soon, the official who fell into the water was full of cotton-padded clothes and his body became numb...

Amidst the sound of bubbles, the official gradually sank.

The howl is gone...

The Holy Qing Dynasty, which did not allow officials to light lamps to "see the light", drowned another minister!

(I’m really not responsible for this plot, it’s a historical fact. The most famous drowning incident was the case of floating corpses in the Ministry of Internal Affairs in March of the 48th year of Qianlong’s reign.)

In the dark night, I don't know if the patrolling guards heard the screams, or someone couldn't bear it and reported that someone fell into the water.

Under the dark lights and blinding the fire, a group of soldiers rushed over. Someone was holding a bamboo pole and a long hook, fishing in the Jinshui River.

I do not know how long it has been……

"Hooked!"

A guard cheered, and the guard next to him immediately stepped forward to help.

However, the cotton-padded clothes filled with water were very heavy, the bamboo poles creaked, and they were unhooked several times, but they were still unable to fish the official ashore.

"Quick, help me!"

The leader gave an order, and several bamboo poles with long hooks were extended into the water.

“One or two!

pull!

One two!

pull! "

The guards shouted slogans in low voices and retracted the bamboo poles little by little.

The unlucky guy, whose skin was punctured in more than a dozen places by the sharp hook, was finally hooked.

however……

My stomach has already swollen into a ball, and my limbs have become stiff...

Obviously there is no way to save him.

The patrolling Ouchi guards were already used to the strange behavior and pointed out a few unlucky ones and asked them to get the bodies out.

The soldier who was named had an unlucky look on his face, as if he was dragging a pig to death, he carried the body's limbs and walked towards the Meridian Gate.

"boom!"

The eldest man in official robes was thrown aside by the guards.

"Come and see, whose master is this?"

The team leader wiped the mud off the patches on his official robe with his feet, looked at it for a moment, and said:

"It's Skylark, this is a fourth-grade supplement.

Whose master is a fourth-grade official? Come up and recognize him. "

As soon as the leader finished speaking, a group of followers gathered around him.

"Huh! It's not my master!"

Someone patted their chest and let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, he's not my master either!"

"Not my master..."

……

One by one, the entourage, as if they were mourning for their heirs, got into the crowd, and then left with joyful expressions on their faces.

I don’t know how long it took, but someone howled and started crying:

"Master, why are you here?"

With this cry, the followers who had been swarming forward all dispersed with a crash.

The attendant cried very sadly.

When my master passes away, all his glory and wealth are gone.

As the saying goes: The prime minister's disciple is a third-grade official.

Being able to follow a fourth-grade official personally is also a master.

These people are the real confidants of the officials. How can the great master lose their soup when he has eaten meat?

This thing is like a driver and a secretary, both of them are our own...

Some mourned, but others were overjoyed.

Okay, okay, we found the rightful owner...

We escaped for another day...

"Alright, alright!

What are you howling about? "

The leader kicked the follower to the ground and scolded:

"Get it away quickly without even looking at where this place is. Is this the place where you mourn?

Watch your head! "

The soldier's words were unkind, but the expression of the howling attendant changed, and he quickly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to the soldier:

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

The entourage knew that he had met a good person.

It’s really not that the military commander in front of me is unkind...

……

In the Forbidden City of the Qing Dynasty, the soldiers who performed the duties of the guards were divided into two types: those who guarded the gates and those who served as guards.

The former are the soldiers of the Guards Camp and the Forward Battalion, and the second type is commonly known as bodyguards.

The ones in front are the ones standing guard at the door. They have no right to enter the palace.

In other words, these people who retrieve the corpses are the "guards with swords" in the novel...

This second type, after Shunzhi came to power, became the imperial guards, imperial guards, and imperial ministers.

They are led by princes from the Aisin Gioro family, usually 3-6 people.

After Yongzheng, the minister of military aircraft also held the post.

At this time, Dorgon followed the Ming Dynasty's military system:

The Jinyi Guards and other guards in Beijing are still used, such as Shenwu Left Guard, Jinwu Left Guard, Jinwu Right Guard, Tengxiang Right Guard, Longxiang Guard, Yanshan Left Guard, Yanshan Right Guard, etc.

All these names have been retained.

His purpose in continuing to use the Ming system was to show the people across the country that the Manchu Qing Dynasty was a political replacement within China.

It's not a foreign invasion...

Historically, this system was immediately changed after the Qing army gained a dominant position across the country.

From then on, only soldiers from the Three Banners and those with special martial arts qualifications were qualified to guard the palace.

That is, the three flags of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

In fact, even the maids must be bannermen, and as for the foreman, it is even more... they must be from Shangsanqi.

And eunuchs must be Han Chinese...

Dorgon was the most critical figure in the establishment of the Qing Dynasty.