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"It should be, it should be."

Jia Liu kept nodding his head, and he was here, so he had to howl, after all, his nominal ancestor was buried here.

I was planning to come here on New Year's Eve to give the Emperor Taizu some New Year's money, so that the Emperor Taizu would have no money for the New Year, but I didn't want to receive the bad news last night that the ancestral mausoleums outside the Guan, including Fuling, were destroyed by hostile elements from the Eight Banners. Forcing him to come to inspect in advance.

The most serious damage was the Fuling Mausoleum of Emperor Taizu and the Zhaoling Mausoleum of Emperor Taizong. The damage to the surface of the two tombs was as high as [-]%. Forty to fifty percent was damaged.

According to the officers and soldiers guarding the mausoleum, before the recovery of Shengjing, the soldiers of the Eight Banners fled with their families for fear of being liquidated by the imperial court. Some areas are almost in ruins.

As a descendant of Aixinjueluo, Jia Liu was furious when he heard the bad news, and rushed here without caring about the mess in Shengjing.

Not long after His Majesty arrived, black smoke rose from the sky over Fuling, and it could be seen in Shengjing City, which was far away.

In order to reduce losses, Jia Liu, who personally led the civil and military firefighting in the imperial camp, asked people to dismantle the still usable wood, bricks and tiles from the Fuling surface buildings and transport them to a safe place for storage for secondary use to avoid waste.

After all, due to the centuries-long blockade of the Qing Dynasty in the customs, all kinds of building materials are in short supply. In the past, the building materials needed for engineering projects had to be transported all the way from the customs, which was time-consuming, laborious and costly. spoil things.

For example, if the thousand-year-old Jimu on the surface of Fuling was transported back, several communities would have to be built.

As for sacrificial ritual vessels and utensils, they were packed and transported back to Shengjing, where they were turned into coins or guns.

Anyway, it was razed to the ground.

In the yet-to-be-announced large-scale development plan outside the customs, Shengjing will be renamed Shenyang again, and the imperial court will open a large-scale industrial and mining park by the Hun River outside Shenyang City, which will play a leading role in driving the large-scale development outside the customs.

Correspondingly, the planning of the administrative area outside the customs is also being drawn up. The actual control area outside the customs, including Monan and Mongolia, may be divided into three to four provinces. It is proposed to have a governor and three to four governors. The administrative (military) establishments such as banners, wings, and battalions will also be completely cancelled, and the management system of chief ministers and envoys will be implemented as in the customs.

There are no longer generals and capitals.

The reason why it is still being drafted is that there is another opinion that the reality is that the population outside the customs is scarce enough to support the provincial administrative management system. Therefore, for the time being, the province may only be set up in the Liaodong area with a large population, and the rest of the area will be based on the military garrison management system. .

After the number of immigrants in the customs reaches a certain amount, regional adjustments will be made.

The two opinions are justified and have their own advantages and disadvantages, but one thing is obvious, that is, Shenyang will definitely become the top priority of the large-scale development outside the customs.

While fighting the fire in Fuling, Jia Liu issued an order that the captured General Hongshang of Shengjing should be executed immediately to comfort the spirit of the ancestors in heaven.

This is naturally related to the destruction of the ancestor's mausoleum.

If Hongshang hadn't acted against the law of heaven, why would such heinous things have happened in the land of his ancestor Longxing!

If Hongshang's head was not chopped off, Jia Liu would be sorry for the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty.

As for the meaning of what Quini said, it is hoped that the Sixth Emperor can perform a ritual ceremony for Emperor Taizu as a qualified filial son and grandson, instead of just getting off the horse like before, and can't wait to start setting fire, saying what to let Emperor Taizu Feel the warmth from future generations.

Although everyone knew in their hearts that the six emperors were not descendants of Aixinjueluo at all, they always had to put on a face.

Otherwise, it would be too much.

Under the arrangement of the staff, Jia Liu came to the front of Emperor Taizu's underground palace, and the incense table and paper money were all ready.

"Your Majesty, I know that you are busy, so just walk away for a while, and just say a few symbolic howls."

The caring Queenie brought over His Majesty's large insulated teapot to prevent His Majesty from howling because of his thirsty throat.

"Just howling, don't really cry, do you?"

Jia Liu was not thirsty, and felt that his throat was in good condition, so he didn't pick up his big teapot, but just touched a cigarette and held it in his hand.

Queenie quickly shook her head: "No, no, how can the emperor really cry? What is he, Nurhachi, who deserves the emperor to cry for his grave?"

As soon as the words fell, I heard Zhang Jia's old Fu interjected: "No, I have to cry, I have to make the emperor cry twice, otherwise it would be too fake."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the good brother Liu Zi, "If you don't cry twice, the emperor may not feel at ease, right?"

"Do you really want to cry?"

Jia Liu was a little hesitant.

Lao Ji thought for a while, then stepped forward and said, "I still hope that the emperor will visit Emperor Taizu's tomb with affection, so it's best to cry twice, so that the other party can explain everything."

"Okay, I get it."

Jia Liu nodded.

Queenie hurriedly said: "Then the emperor will start!"

Unexpectedly, the Sixth Emperor raised his hand suddenly: "Slow down!"

After that, he silently turned around and looked affectionately at Emperor Taizu's underground palace. The expression on his face changed from the previous relaxed state to extremely solemn and motionless, which made the atmosphere of the scene suddenly serious.

"If the emperor really can't cry, use this."

Quietly, Quinny handed the Qingfuming Eye Drops in a small porcelain bottle to the hands of the Sixth Emperor.

Jia Liu shook his head, "I don't need props, take them away."

Then he took a deep breath, and his right hand trembled subconsciously.

With the shaking, the cigarette he was holding was moved to his mouth little by little.

"Bah!"

Lao Ji took out a lighter and lit it for His Majesty.

"Buzz!"

After taking a deep breath, Jia Liu slowly bent forward and bowed ninety degrees to Emperor Taizu.

When he looked up again, his eyes were already red, and tears couldn't stop dripping to the ground.

Seeing this, everyone was greatly moved.

"Your Majesty, it's enough to think about it. You don't have to get too involved, and you should take care of the dragon's body first."

Queenie felt that it was almost done, so she came up and prepared to help the emperor up and down, but the emperor suddenly broke free from him, rushed forward and "thumped" and knelt on the ground, patting the seal with both hands, and howled affectionately: "Emperor Taizu, Emperor Taizu, grandson is late, late, grandson should come to see your old man earlier."

The crying pear blossoms brought rain, and the howling screamed and cracked the lungs.

The officials at the scene were all moved when they saw it, and they all spontaneously sobbed.

After taking a dozen or so breaths, His Majesty the Emperor stood up in pain, let out a long sigh, turned around and looked at the courtiers: "Is it almost there?"

"almost,"

Queenie wiped her eyes and stopped her sobs: "That's what the emperor's father died."

"Well, I think it's the same smell,"

Jia Liu nodded and waved his hand: "Dig, give me the old man Taizu!"