Road to Shunzhi

In February, Yuan Concubine Hai Lanzhu was finally officially buried.Huang Taiji cried like tears again, and the others had to follow suit.

It has been a long time, except for those who served Hai Lanzhu back then, no one can cry, and Fulin is the same.Fortunately, Bumbutai prepared a sachet for him, as long as he sniffs it a little, tears will fall down.What a fetish, Fulin looked around at all the people who couldn't help crying, probably most of them were equipped with this kind of crying spirit artifact.

Huang Taiji was really sad, and when the coffin was buried, he wished he could throw himself on the coffin and go down together.The elder brothers who accompanied him all had sad faces, but their hearts were cheerful, and only Fulin was thinking about other thoughts.Not long ago, Wu Sangui's reply letter to Zu Dashou officially arrived, and his words were very hesitant.It is said that this is a lord who is so angry that she becomes a beauty. I wonder if King Chuang has robbed Chen Yuanyuan from him?Fulin raised his head and looked for Dorgon not far away. Dorgon turned his head as if telepathically, and blinked at him. Fulin nodded at him, and the two continued to stand up and pretend to be sad.

Fulin was already six years old. After the first month passed, Dorgon also sent all the books he wanted, and Fulin put these books on the outside with book covers such as "San Zi Jing" and "Hundred Family Names". Take a peek by yourself.When Dorgon came in, he saw Fulin practicing calligraphy with a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" spread out in front of him.

"Prince, how do you use this method to practice calligraphy?" Dorgon stepped forward, grabbed Fulin's wrist, and frowned at the small stone hanging from it.

Fulin smiled and said, "I'm young, I don't have the strength in my hands, and I can't write well, so I can only practice like this. I originally wanted to hang the paper on the wall and write."

Dorgon rubbed his somewhat swollen wrist, and said distressedly: "How old are you, you are so self-disciplined. When I was your age, I used to run and play all over the grassland."

"Uncle is a great hero, he's different from me." Fulin smiled shyly, "I can't do it anymore. It's fine if I can't ride a horse better than Sixth and Seventh Brothers, and soon I can't even compare to Bogoer."

Dorgon patted his head: "You can't work so hard. I'll send some medicine to you. After practicing calligraphy every day, remember to ask Xiao Huazi to wipe it for you."

"Yes." Fulin nodded obediently, "Uncle, there are some things in the book that I don't understand. Emperor Sui Yang killed his father, and Tang Taizong killed his brothers. Why is one a tyrant of the ages and the other a wise king of a generation?"

Dorgon was taken aback, and smiled wryly: "You should ask the emperor about this kind of thing."

"But, I just want to ask uncle." Fulin looked at him seriously, "I think uncle is better than Huang Ama in many things."

Dorgon smiled wryly.If he hadn't been too young back then, the throne might have been his, and Yu'er would have been his too. The cute and smart child in front of him would have been his son, and he would have acted like a baby and called him "Ama" instead of uncle.

Fulin continued: "Tang Taizong also has Xianbei's blood on his body, why didn't anyone say that they are barbarians of different races?"

Dorgon frowned, what about barbarians was a question that was pressing tightly on his mind.To be honest, facing the majestic Daming, he feels a little inferior, not only him, but all Manchurians think this way.Therefore, they used torture to show their strength, but they knew in their hearts that this kind of strength was not real strength, and no one would truly obey them.

"Tang Taizong is a generation of Mingjun," Dorgon said with deliberation, "He implemented the New Deal, respected the virtuous and the corporal, and valued agriculture and mulberry. The people lived and worked in peace and contentment, so he was naturally admired by all the people. However, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty expropriated and murdered people for his own benefit. Such as numbness, drunkenness, dreaming of death, and people's desperation, how could it be the same as Tang Taizong."

"However, Emperor Yangdi of Sui Dynasty opened the Grand Canal, and it was he who set up the scientific examination, so Tang Taizong can say that all the heroes in the world are in my trap."

Dorgon felt very fresh.In his view, Emperor Sui Yang was a tyrant, Emperor Taizong of Tang was a sage, a tyrant was wrong, and a wise ruler was righteous.Fulin's dialectical way of looking at problems, to be honest, was not part of Dorgon's childhood education.

"How can you have so many thoughts at such a young age?" Dorgon rubbed Fulin's head, "Does His Royal Highness want to become a wise king?"

"Well," Fulin nodded, "Uncle came to see."

He led Dorgon to the bookshelf, took out a copy of "Shuowen Jiezi" and opened it, which was actually hollow.Fulin took out a piece of white silk from it and slowly opened it, spreading it on the desk.Dorgon took a closer look, and saw that many people's names were densely written on the white silk, marked with various strange lines, and some were even dyed with colors.

"This is?" Dorgon understood after taking a look.The white silk records the various nobles, generals, Hanchens and Mongolian grasslands since Nurhachi, and the lines mark the relationship between them, which is intricate.

Dorgon quickly covered it with his hands.Fulin didn't like someone waiting on the sidelines, and there was no one else in the study, but Dorgon was still worried, and said: "It's best to burn this kind of thing. If the emperor sees it, he will definitely not like it."

"You don't tell me, I don't tell you, how does Huang Ama know?" Fulin moved Dorgon's hand away, "Uncle, what did you see?"

It has to be said that Dorgon understood the relationship between these people very well, he could even recite it without needing this white silk.It's just that, after being written and painted by Fulin in this way, some intentionally hidden truths surfaced lightly—naked/naked/naked, undisguised, just a transaction.

"When I was reading, I couldn't remember what happened before and after, so I liked to write it down with a pen. Slowly, it seemed as if I had discovered something." Fulin took out another piece of paper, "This is what I read "Spring and Autumn". I wrote it at the time, but I haven’t finished reading it, so I haven’t finished writing it.”

Dorgon took the paper, crumpled it together with the white silk, and shouted loudly: "Bring a brazier in!"

Xiao Huazi quickly came in holding a brazier, and dutifully withdrew.Dorgon threw all these things into the fire, still worried after thinking about it, and asked, "Apart from me, does anyone else know this?"

Fulin shook his head: "Only uncle, you have seen it, not even Erniang."

Dorgon was a little dumbfounded.Should he be happy that he ranks so high in the child's heart, or should he be worried that the child is so insecure that he will even tell himself such things.

No matter how mature you are, you are still just a child.Dorgon suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was heavy.

"Maybe you don't remember. When you were born, I went to see the midwife and the imperial physician. It's just that I couldn't go to your mother's house. It's always a pity." Dorgon sighed, "The little one back then The child who can drool and giggle has now become the prince and has learned to think for himself. It should be said that His Royal Highness the prince is talented and intelligent, and he is worthy of being Yu'er's child."

"Is that uncle very proud?" Fulin simply climbed onto Dorgon's lap, his big eyes sparkling.

"Of course, uncle is very proud." Dorgon patted his head, "Uncle has always regarded you as his own child."

"You can't let Huang Ama hear this." Fulin smiled mischievously.

That's right, this is the child he watched growing up, the child he loves like his own son, but because of his status, he can only call him "Prince", and he can only call him "Uncle".Dorgon pinched Fulin's soft cheeks, and heaved a long sigh in his heart.

Fan Wencheng, a bachelor, expressed that he was very depressed.As the first batch of Han Chinese to surrender, his life was not so smooth.At the beginning, he was just a scholar, and he demoted Nurhachi with Li Yongfang.Back then, Nurhachi also promised them not to shave their hair.However, he is a Han Chinese after all.In the eyes of the Han people, he is a traitor, and in the eyes of the Manchus, he is a different kind that needs to be guarded against. He has gone through a lot of hardships to climb to the position of a bachelor and be able to assist in state affairs.Fan Wencheng has always been very cautious, determined not to stand in line, and not to get involved in the emperor's family affairs.

But now is a crazy situation?Dorgon, the majestic Prince Rui, actually smiled like a flower, and invited himself to sit in the mansion for a while!

Their friendship is not so good, is it?It was impossible for Fan Wencheng to slander from the inside out, and it was impossible to really provoke Prince Rui, who held military power and had a tough style, so he had no choice but to get on the sedan chair with a warm smile, and ordered the bearers to go to Prince Rui's mansion.

"What does Prince Rui mean, that I want to help you find some talented Han Chinese scholars?" Fan Wencheng was a little overwhelmed when he heard Dorgon's request.

"There is a Bachelor of Labor Fan." Dorgon saluted solemnly, and Fan Wencheng was so frightened that he couldn't return the gift in time, wondering if Dorgon had taken the wrong medicine.

Dorgon breathed a sigh of relief.Fan Wencheng had always wanted to promote Sinology among the Manchu aristocrats, and there were many Han students who had the same ideal under his school, and what they wanted was to educate.He will try his best to do what he asks him to do, and the Sinology masters he invites will also have real talents and practical learning.It's a pity that he can't reach out to the palace to interfere with the prince's education, so he can only learn it by himself first, and then teach Fulin, so that the child won't see a lot of nonsense in reading.

At the same time, Huang Taiji's wound of losing Hai Lanzhu was torn open again, and he fell into grief again, out of control.Not only did he not go to the harem, he even lost interest in political affairs, and just handed them over to a few ministers for political affairs. He spent all day and night in Guanju Palace, and went to Zhonggong and Yongfu Palace from time to time. There is only one—Hai Lanzhu.

Fortunately, Fulin also became Huang Taiji's trash can.In Huang Taiji's eyes, the crown prince misses Hai Lanzhu very much, therefore, as long as poor Fulin is with Huang Taiji, he will always be told "one, two, three about Hai Lanzhu's past".

"Brother Prince, you are amazing."

It was Bogor who made this exclamation.Hai Lanzhu had passed away when he was born. To him, the concubine Yuan Hai Lanzhu was the "fox spirit" in Erniang's mouth and the "fairy" in Huang Ama's mouth.The little fat man's curiosity was fully mobilized, and he boldly asked his prince's elder brother what the concubine Yuan looked like, but unfortunately, Huang Taiji overheard him.Huang Taiji immediately babbled on for more than half an hour, as if he had been beaten with blood, and Bogor was so scared that he even avoided him afterwards.

Fulin smiled: "Don't mention this, have you written the big characters that were assigned to you yesterday?"

"Big characters again!" Bogor immediately wrinkled his face, "Brother Prince, I'm still young, and I haven't reached the age to enter the study."

"Practicing calligraphy has nothing to do with age. I started writing big characters when I was your age."

Even if he died once, Fulin still likes to stay at home, read and write, and then write down what he doesn't understand, and secretly hand it to Dorgon, usually he will receive a reply the next day.And Bogor was quite different from him.The little fat man is restless, jumping up and down, catching birds and throwing tiles, he likes to attend his brothers' riding and archery lessons the most, and even got a place for him, the pony rides well.

"The general needs both civil and military skills. Let's go, write big characters first. Then go to Yongfu Palace. The small kitchen has stewed delicious mutton today."

Tempted by delicious food, Bogoer pouted, reluctantly followed Fulin to elder brother's office.When I finished grinding the ink and was about to write, I suddenly felt a little unsteady, and the table and chairs wobbled.

He raised his head in confusion: "Brother Prince, am I sick, why am I so dizzy?"

"No, it's an earthquake." Fulin grabbed Bogoer's wrist, "It's not safe inside, let's go out!"