Road to Shunzhi

"Sister, sister, call me quickly." Coral held a small rattle and jingled it, while the little baby in the car ignored her at all and vomited bubbles on its own.

Shunzhi's second daughter was finally born, and her biological mother was Xilinjueluoshilangege.Anyone with long eyes in the palace knows that Princess Coral is favored, and the emperor almost spoils her to the sky.Coral is only five years old this year and wants to go to school. The emperor asked her to enter the upper study without saying a word. He wanted to go out to play. The emperor immediately asked her to go to the Regent's Palace every now and then. Without hesitation, he personally took her for a walk on the school grounds on a pony, a perfect 24-year-old father.

Therefore, Langege is not sad at all for having a daughter. The daughter is good. The daughter is the father's little padded jacket. The emperor obviously loves the daughter more.

Facts have proved that Coral is very happy that she finally has a younger sister, and she visits her from time to time, but she never brings the emperor with her.Sometimes the emperor also came to see his youngest daughter, and when he met Shan Hu, he would be dragged away to Kunning Palace by her in a few words.Lang Gege was so angry that his teeth ached, but he had to obey. Who let this princess be favored?Her daughter is a hundred days old and doesn't even have a name yet.

Coral played with the little sister for a while, and felt bored, so she decided to go to the school grounds to find her brothers.Fuquan and Jinger were practicing archery with a few companions. Their arms and legs were holding the bow and arrow in a decent manner. When they saw their sister coming, they all smiled at her, and ran over after a round of practice.

Fuquan pretended to be the eldest brother, and asked solemnly: "What is my sister doing here at this time? Aren't you going to study?"

"I'm still young, and Ama told me that I don't need to study so hard." Coral wrinkled her little nose, "Big brother is the one. Up to now, I can only hit such a close target, so I need to work harder."

Being educated by his younger sister who was three years younger than him, Fuquan couldn't save face, so he pulled his companion Nalan Xingde over and said, "He can't even hit the target!"

Shan Shan shook his head and sighed, stood on tiptoe, and patted Nalan Xingde's shoulder pitifully, without saying a word.Nalan Xingde blushed completely, he is a scholar, his grades are the best in the study room, but the value of force is not as good as Fuquan for the time being.However, he is half a year younger than Fuquan, so it's not normal!Princess, what are you doing with such a compassionate look!He can't quarrel with the princess, life is really gloomy.

Jing E came over with a smile and pushed Shan Shan: "Sister, Mafa is going to enter the palace today. Last time he said he would bring me a good dagger. Let's go and see, okay?" ——The companion of the elder brother How good it is to read, I often help him with homework, and the teacher asks questions in class and writes cheat sheets aside, so I can't be scared away by my sister.

The children had a good impression of Nalan Xingde, and Fulin also had a good impression of Nalan Xingde's father Mingzhu.Mingzhu finally made her mark in the last imperial examination and won the No. 40 seven Jinshi.The ranking is a bit lower, but it is already quite good for the Manchurians.Moreover, Mingzhu's son is a recognized genius, and he is accompanied by his eldest brother, so he will be promising in the future.

The Nala family also began to look at this pearl who was so sideways, and felt that Azige had a vision, so they made an advance move to finalize the son-in-law.

Mingzhu works in the Ministry of Rites, and her official position is not high. Yuanwailang from the fifth rank is not qualified to enter the palace alone to meet the emperor.However, he knows how to be a man, and after staying in the Ministry of Rites for a short time, he became acquainted with the subordinates and others.He is relatively poor, but his wife's dowry is quite rich, and she fully supports his work. Therefore, he can often spend some money to buy some roast duck and roast meat for colleagues with lower official positions.The Ministry of Rites is a Qingshui yamen, with very little extra money. Many low-level officials live on such a small salary, and they can hardly afford meat.Cannibalism is soft-spoken, and Mingzhu has become a duck to water among low-level officials.Then, if there is overtime in the Ministry of Rites, his wife will send someone to deliver snacks, and Mingzhu will use them to honor his superiors.The superiors didn't take these snacks seriously, but expressed satisfaction with Mingzhu's respect.Therefore, it was hard for people not to like such a smart, generous, good-looking man with a sweet mouth. This time, the matter of seeing the emperor show his face fell on him gloriously.

"Jade document?" Fulin flipped through the booklet in his hand, nodded, "Yes."

"Hey." Mingzhu didn't expect to complete the task so easily.The jade ultimatum was left over from the former Ming Dynasty, and it was not used in the Qing Dynasty at the beginning.It's just that now that the emperor has more children, and the clan is also multiplying, there must always be something to record the identity, otherwise there will be a story similar to Roufu Diji.Mingzhu was going to explain the details when the emperor asked about it, and she had already prepared a long draft, but the emperor didn't ask a word, which made him a little disappointed.

However, Mingzhu restrained the desire to show well, bowed her head and retreated, Fulin looked at him with interest, and shouted when he quickly retreated to the door: "Wait a minute."

Sure enough, the current Pearl was still very tender, and there was a hint of joy in her eyes, and she obediently bowed her head and waited for orders.Fulin didn't speak, and Mance was doing his own thing in an orderly manner. After about half a cup of tea, he raised his head and saw that Mingzhu was still maintaining the previous posture, motionless.

Young, with a certain city, and self-motivated; born in the Nala clan, a common surname in Manchuria, but the background is not strong, but has a nice surname; Azig's son-in-law can be affirmed by the clan; his son is well-educated , I should not be bad.Fulin felt that it was tailor-made for him. If this person didn't use it, he would feel sorry for himself.

"Your eldest son is good at studying. The gentleman who went to the study has praised me several times." Fulin spoke slowly, and Mingzhu was overjoyed. This son has always been his pride, so she replied respectfully: "The son of a slave is also very proud." It's just a little cleverness, the emperor doesn't dislike it, and it's a blessing for the servant and the son of the servant to let him serve the elder brother."

Fulin asked again: "How are you doing in the Ministry of Rites?"

Mingzhu replied: "Thanks to the great blessing of the emperor, everything is fine for this slave."

"Well, young man, do it well." Fulin ordered Mingzhu to step down a bit old-fashioned.Mingzhu went all the way to the desk of the Ministry of Rites and couldn't react. It was definitely a great thing to be thankful for himself to hang up in front of the emperor. I would like to thank the Secretary of the Ministry of Rites and the Minister of the Ministry of Rites for letting him go to the emperor.So, he sent people to buy a lot of roast chicken and duck from the time-honored stores in Beijing, and everyone in the Ministry of Rites had a share.

He is a man who knows how to behave.Fulin also heard the news, and took a pen to write down a line in the memo: After the year, the Mingzhu household registration department will be transferred.

The winter of the 18th year of Shunzhi was extremely cold, and even the capital froze many people.Some old people survived the cold in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, and when they remembered those icy days, they were a little flustered.Slowly, rumors began to spread, saying that the cold weather was coming back, and there would be no crops for several years.The common people started hoarding food in a hurry, and the price of food soared. When the New Year was approaching, the price of rice was as high as two taels and one stone, which was more than double the normal price of eight qian.

The Royal Aid is also busy.Over the years, the relief organization has been operating normally, and Boguoer is very conscientious.Under the influence of Fulin since he was a child, he also hated corruption.Most of the members of the Rescue Society are royal families and nobles, and they are not short of money. Even if they are short of money, under the awe of Boguoer, they dare not touch the idea of ​​relief funds.However, there are exceptions to everything.A clerk is a branch of the Jueluo family. The son of the family borrowed a usury loan from gambling. He had to embezzle less than 100 taels of relief funds, but was found out. Not only did he lose the job, but Boguoer took off his pants in public After eighty slaps, I lost all face.Since then, no one has dared to reach out to the relief money.

It was cold in the capital, and the relief society set up porridge sheds, which could only relieve the hunger for a while.The imperial court took action to suppress grain prices, blasted ice with gunpowder, and transported grain from the south of the Yangtze River to the north.At the same time, the imperial court also punished some merchants who drove up food prices. Qin Tianjian also assured that this was only an occasional cold, and there would be no more extreme weather. In addition, after a month of cold, it began to gradually warm up, and the people slowly settle down.

But Fulin couldn't settle down: Dorgon was sick.

Since his retirement, there has been an imperial physician stationed in the Prince Regent's Mansion to take care of Dorgon's body, but Dorgon is the one who shies away from medical treatment and is always unwilling to follow the doctor's orders.Fulin and Bumbutai had no choice but to prepare medicinal food in the palace, and every time Dorgon entered the palace, they would pour it into his stomach.

After a long time, Dorgon also got used to this kind of life surrounded by medicinal food and soup as soon as he entered the palace. In addition, there were a few gluttonous children in the palace. Bumbutai would prepare two different soups. They drink one kind, and Dorgon drinks one kind, which makes him often dumbfounded.

Originally, Fulin thought that Dorgon's illness was the same as the previous few times, and he would recover easily, so he didn't pay much attention to it.No, Dorgon did not enter the palace for four consecutive days, nor did he let the children go to him. This has never happened before. Look at Dorgon's situation.

The conclusion is very bad.When Dorgon was young, he fought east and west and suffered a lot of injuries. Coupled with his irregular diet during the war, it was common for Dorgon to eat dry food and drink raw water on the horse when he was in a hurry. His stomach was not good.The sum of all kinds of things is very harmful to the human body.It was fine when I was young, and I could survive it, but now that I am old, all the diseases buried in my body seem to come back to life, clamoring for the master to be responsible for the behavior when I was young.

Song Yuanshou finished the diagnosis carefully, without saying a word, the silence in the imperial study room seemed to allow him to hear the sound of his own heartbeat.After a long time, he heard the emperor's cold voice: "Who else knows about this?"

"The humble minister only reported to the emperor."

"Very good." Fulin nodded, "The Prince Regent just has a relapse of his old illness, understand?"

"Yes!" President Song obeyed the order and withdrew.Fulin looked at the memorial on the table, he knew every word on it, but he had no idea what it was talking about.

With a bang, Fulin swept all the things to the ground. There was a loud noise, and Hua Mengan at the door shook, and continued to stand pretending to be deaf and dumb.After a long time, Hua Meng'an heard a faint cry from inside, and then went in to tidy up. He took a bold peek, and saw that the emperor had returned to his usual expression, with no sadness or joy on his face, as if the head of the Song Dynasty had just come to talk about it. It was a certain Zhang San Li Si on the street who was sick.

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Next is the frequent distribution of lunch boxes. Uncle Fourteen’s is also cooking, so run away with your head in your arms~~