Ashes

Originally, I just wanted to lie down and close my eyes to rest for a while, but unexpectedly fell asleep, maybe because I was busy with government affairs recently and used my brain too much.

Dorgon lay on the couch and had another dream.

"Take it away!" Dorgon picked up the tablet in the shrine and threw it to the guards around him, "And this, this, all the tablets inside are taken away. From now on, the ancestors of my Qing Dynasty will be enshrined here." !” Dorgon in the Taimiao declared proudly with a wave of his hand.

Emperor Chongzhen had been hanged on a crooked neck tree, Li Zicheng's peasant army had withdrawn from Beijing, and it was Dorgon who occupied the city and the palace.

He is the ultimate victor.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Dorgon stood under the steps, staring at the emperor's throne a few steps away in front of him. He is a winner, but he does not have the ecstasy of a winner, that throne does not belong to him.

"Brother, you can proclaim yourself emperor here! Don't care what that Shunzhi is doing!" Duoduo stood behind him.

"You think so simply! If I proclaim myself emperor here, Prince Zheng will definitely turn against me in Shengjing. Then there will be bandits before me, and then there will be the split Eight Banners Army and Nanming's army. Do you think I'm not dying fast enough!"

After yelling these words, the surrounding things became blurred. He looked around, and it turned out that he was standing on a road.

Not far away, a mighty team winds up, they are gorgeously dressed, playing ritual music, grand and grand.

"Brother, Shunzhi is here." Duoduo appeared out of nowhere.

"I know."

Turning around, the young Shunzhi was standing in front of him, dressed in a yellow robe, with haughty eyes.

Dorgon hesitated for a moment, then bent down, kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

Looking up again, the dream woke up.

Dorgon sat down at the desk again, resting his forehead.

That happened after he entered Beijing, but he didn't expect to recall it again in his dream.

No matter how great the power is, no matter how beautiful the ostentation is, a minister is a minister after all.

In this life, I can't kneel in front of him again and salute him.

Dorgon was thinking about it when Dundari brought a bowl of snacks into the study.

"My lord, you have to pay attention to your health. Before leaving, the emperor told me to take good care of your lord, and don't make you too tired." Dundari stood in front of him with his hands down.

"Others still think about so many things outside."

Dundari stared blankly at Dorgon, his eyes straightened.

Seeing his strange expression, Dorgon asked, "What did you think of?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that when I served the emperor in the past, whether it was in the Baylor Mansion or in the Khan Palace, the emperor was still busy every day late at night. I watched and worried, and I couldn't help. Let the kitchen cook some snacks, I hope he won't be hungry. I didn't expect it to be like this in the prince's mansion all these years."

Dorgon said while eating snacks: "Your loyalty, the emperor has always known."

"This is my duty. In fact, the prince and the emperor are really similar."

"Where does it look like?"

"It feels like, when I was distracted just now, I thought I was serving the emperor."

Listening to his slightly ambiguous words, Dorgon put down the bowl and spoon.

"Actually, the temperament of the prince is similar to that of the emperor." Dorgon replied, and Dundari talked more.

"temper?"

"Everyone likes to keep things in their hearts. When the emperor has any emotions, he is always bored in the room alone, and he doesn't like to talk to others. In the past, he would talk to Prince Zheng at most. You, too, my lord, always have a lot of things to bury. heart."

Dorgon concealed: "What can I do?"

"Fortunately, you can chat with the emperor, and you can help the emperor. When I was with the emperor, I was by the side and hoped that you would come to see the emperor every day. Every time you came, the emperor's mood was very good. The same is true for the eighth elder brother's death this time, if not for you, the emperor would not know how long he would be sad."

"I can't help him with anything."

"At that time when the second elder brother and the third elder brother were gone, don't mention how sad the emperor was. I didn't eat or drink all day long, and I felt sad when I served him. This time, the eighth elder brother had an accident again, and I was still nervous. I was really afraid. He couldn't bear this blow. Fortunately, the emperor has Brother Nine again."

Dorgon squeezed out a smile: "Okay, it's all over anyway, I'm done eating, you can take it down, you don't need to wait here."

Dundari picked up the bowl and left the study backwards.

His long-winded words made Dorgon feel confused.

Will Huang Taiji be unbearable?The death of the eighth elder brother has already exhausted him physically and mentally, what if he added the ninth elder brother who he gave a lot of respect to?Will he be crushed?

Dorgon flipped through the documents on the table absent-mindedly, and suddenly found that one was missing.

Didn't you bring it back?Dorgon glanced at the dark night outside the window, let's talk about it tomorrow, anyway, it's not something to worry about.

Dorgon turned over and back the memorial in his hand back and forth, unable to calm down no matter what.

What was bothering him, he didn't even know.

Or enter the palace again, Dorgon changed his mind.

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The guards were used to his late-night visits, and they saluted him one by one. He hurried past and went straight to the study.

Walking into the empty study room, Dorgon was not used to it. He always felt that when he opened the door, there should be a person sitting at the desk and said to him with a smile: "You are here, sit down quickly."

The room is so dark that you can't see your fingers. Maybe it's because there is one person missing. It looks deserted. Standing in the room feels cool.

He ordered someone to light the lamp, and he was not in a hurry to find the memorial, but sat in the position he was used to.

The four treasures of the study are neatly placed on the huge desk. No matter whether there is someone to take care of it, his place is always clean, as if he always does things in such an orderly manner.

Looking at the empty chair, it is made of fine wood and covered with soft and comfortable fur. It must be very comfortable to sit on, right?

Although it was not a dragon chair, Dorgon still could see the magic. He walked towards the chair in a mysterious way, pressed his hand on the back of the chair, and stroked it lightly, as if in front of him was not a chair, but a living creature. s life.

Without hesitation, he sat up.

Really comfortable!

Dorgon leaned back in his chair, looking around at everything.On the pen holder in front of me are hanging several commonly used pens, the hill-like pens are put aside, and next to it is a jade paperweight, and two stacks of memorials are stacked in the corner of the desk, one stack is reviewed, and the other stack is for future reading of.On the left hand side of the room is a bookshelf filled with all kinds of books, on the right hand side is a kang, and in the corner there is a potted potted plant that is resistant to cold.

I come here almost every day, but I never seem to have looked at this room so carefully.

On weekdays, Huang Taiji sat on this chair and governed the Qing Dynasty.

Dorgon is sitting here at the moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a piece of paper under the paperweight. Dorgon knew that it was the condolences to the eighth elder brother. He had discovered a few days ago that Huang Taiji had put it on the table before leaving and hadn't put it away.

He picked it up and read it carefully. He just glanced at it that day and didn't read it carefully. It seemed that there were a few more lines than that day. It seemed that after he left, he continued to stay up all night to finish writing this mourning letter. .

There are no gorgeous rhetoric, no magnificent sentence patterns, ordinary, every word, full of sadness.

"If you don't chase after the dead, you will lose your sense of loss. The sky is high and there are no steps. Whoever complains if you hate it."

Borrowing the words of the predecessors, he expressed the sorrow in his heart.

——When the second elder brother and the third elder brother were gone, the emperor would not mention how sad he was, he would not eat or drink all day long.

Dundari's words echoed in his mind, and Dorgon's heart, which had just calmed down, became restless and chaotic again.

——The same is true for the death of the eighth elder brother this time. If you were not there, the emperor would not know how long he would be sad.

It's this child's fate, who has no chance to go further in this world.

——However, fortunately, the emperor has Brother Nine again.

Fulin...

If Fulin died too, he wouldn't be able to bear it, right?His body couldn't bear the great grief. Although he watched him take medicine every day, once he collapsed, it would be difficult to recover.

Dorgon slammed the mourning speech on the table, making a loud noise.

If he really killed Fulin, it would be the same as killing Huang Taiji.

what to do?What should be done?

Suddenly, since when did you care so much about his feelings, stand in his position, and consider his emotions?

On one side is the ambition to own the country, and on the other side is the inseparable love.

On one side is Fulin who blocks the way, and on the other side is Huang Taiji who is already deeply in love.

The longing for the throne and the unbearable harm to Huang Taiji are like two forces in opposite directions fighting, as if to tear him in half.

Dorgon was restless, the chair, which was comfortable just now, was covered with thorns all of a sudden, making it uncomfortable to sit on.

Isn't it just to be the emperor to fight again for the rest of your life?

Being with him for a lifetime, what can replace that kind of happiness?

For the first time, I found that sometimes it is so difficult to make a choice. When I started to hesitate, when I started to consider whether to do it or not, many things changed.

There seemed to be something in my heart that was getting bigger and bigger, and it was almost bursting, and my chest was blocked and I couldn't breathe.

Dorgon got up suddenly, walked to the door with strides, and kicked the door open with a bang.

The guard standing at the door was startled, and looked at Dorgon with a gloomy face in horror.

Dundari, who was waiting outside, was also shocked, and hurried forward: "My lord, what happened?"