Become the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Chongzhen!

Chapter 445 Unknown
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

Dorgon's scream spread like a night owl in the early morning, and Zhao Bai was shocked!He drew the knife straight to Dorgon's bandage-wrapped neck!
Then You Shoulong appeared at the back at some time, but the Xiuchun knife was placed on the neck of Nalan Mingzhu who was staring at Zhu Youjian with his mouth open so wide that he was about to dislocate!

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous!!"

Dorgon was so pale that he jumped to his feet, but because of his weakness, he fell straight to the ground, squirming repeatedly regardless of the blade on the side of his neck, trying to stay away from Zhu Youjian, as if he had seen some wild beast!
Zhu Youjian raised his hand to ask You Shoulong to put away the knife that was protruding towards Nalan Mingzhu's neck.

"Mingzhu is a good one, it doesn't have to be like this."

And Nalan Mingzhu felt that his mind was almost muddled, so he didn't have the time to pay attention to whether there was a knife or not.

Dorgon was captured.

It was just right at this time, and it was reported that Hong Chengchou sent someone to report the preliminary results of the turmoil in the imperial city.

Because of this, Dorgon's screams came to an end.

I saw him slapping the floor with his unbroken left arm, his face distorted with sorrow and joy, and he let out a horrible cry and growled in a low voice: "So it is! So it is!! But why is it so! Why is it so! ?”

Seeing that he seemed to be insane, Zhu Youjian beckoned for the Long Xiao Gun from the equally frightened Xiang Heiwei.

The faces of Xiang Heiwei, who had studied Chinese around him, were somewhat complicated at this time.

There are also many doubts, but it is not easy to ask too many questions.

And Dorgon suddenly raised his head at this time!Staring at Zhu Youjian, his gums were bitten so blood oozes, his eyes stare as if the corners of his eyes are about to burst!

"This king doesn't believe in God's will!"

"I didn't say that what I did was God's will."

"Evil! You really are an evil!!"

Burying the slug and pressing the firing pin, Zhu Youjian walked up to Dorgon who was being detained, and pressed the muzzle of the gun to his forehead.

Gods and ghosts are not important.

"Azig has always had a deep brotherhood with you. If you die at my hands, Azig will not be able to obey my orders, so he must die too. Why don't you think of a way to save the lives of Azig's family before you die? ?”

The revenge of the country is almost done.

Zhu Youjian wanted to draw a relatively good end to the end of the Fall of the Eight Banners.

And Dorgon felt the coldness of the muzzle of the gun, and his thoughts finally became much clearer. With Zhu Youjian's wink and acquiescence, he successfully raised his hand and held the barrel of the gun. Before they live to marry and have children, and then change the name of the child to be raised by an ordinary peasant family, so that there will be no future troubles."

"Do you really have a way to convince Azige to submit to me?"

"Azige surrendered, so Fulin can safely give birth to a son, how about it?"

Zhu Youjian was indifferent on the surface, but there was a sense of humor in his heart.

Fulin was under his surveillance, and his attitude towards Dorgon and other Kings of the Eight Banners was not good.

Especially Dorgon.

Almost hateful.

"If this is the case, I promise you, Jinkou Yuyan, if you believe it, you might as well say it."

When Dorgon heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he closed his eyes and said, "Please give me a pen and paper."

After a stick of incense.

"Boom."

A gunshot rang through the admiral's yamen in the northern city of the capital.

Prince Rui Dorgon forced the palace to rebel with [-] dead men and failed, so he committed suicide in the admiral's yamen.

Among the dead, 130 dead were executed, but there were still [-] dead who escaped. The black flag traced to the residence of the last batch of residents of the Eight Banners, which forced the Qing Prince Zheng Jierhalang to rush to the imperial palace overnight. In the city, he visited the emperor to comfort him and submit a book, but also negotiated with the black flag.

It is hoped that the black flag can temporarily stop pursuing Dorgon's remnant party, so as to stabilize the hearts of the soldiers and civilians of the Eight Banners in the city, so as to avoid any further troubles.

Wu Erte agreed, expressly stating that he only punishes the chief villain, and that the Eight Banners need not worry. In order to make the city more stable, the Yu Party will not pursue them for the time being.

However, this turmoil and the advance of the black flag to the north of the city obviously made the people of the Eight Banners panic.

Jierhalang had to arrange for the remaining Eight Banners to retreat in advance.

The next day, the teams of the Eight Banners going out of the city formed a long queue, which was different from the previous large groups migrating like a march. This time, the Eight Banners were like fleeing from a refugee. .

The rest also live in the palace of the Zhenghong Banner owner Luck Dehun. In the future, this will also be the contact point and office of the Eight Banners and the capital.

After Dorgon's death, because his family members and his subordinate Zhengbai Qi were busy leaving, and only a few bannermen came to collect the body, the funeral had to be organized by Hei Qi.

At the same time, the black flag stationed in the city completely released the restrictions between the south and the north of the city, and was busy with many affairs.

Nalan Mingzhu galloped down the street with dark circles under her eyes. Thinking of everything that happened in the early morning, she still felt dreamlike and somewhat chaotic.

It was too shocking, and I am afraid that I will not be able to recover within a few days.

So much so that when he arrived at Chongwenmen, when he got off his horse, he lost his mind and fell to the ground without standing still.

He didn't care at all.

It's all about remembering the past.

Thinking of his father's oath that he has found the real master who belongs to the Yehenala clan, who can lead the Jurchens and the Manchus to rule the world.

Recently, I have written many papers on persuasion.

If only Dad knew.
It's good to keep the noise from the top.

Then look at the surrounding Xiangheiwei who also came to greet and escort the princess into the North City.

Some of them were also greatly shocked.

Yes, the princess has a broken arm.

The nephew of the black flag king who came before
Got it. Got it.

But even more do not understand.

This is the current state of Nalan Pearl.

"The princess car is here!"

My mind was muddled, what should be done is still to be done, Nalan Mingzhu immediately waved his hands and ordered: "Quickly line up and kneel down!"

A moment later, Zhu Yu's carriage hurriedly entered the north of the city from Chongwenmen.

"Master, father and lord let you decide whether you want to mourn the false king who built slaves or not."

"Ah!"

Auntie Zhu snorted: "It's really cheap for him to die under the gun of the emperor! Don't go! Wang Zhien, please ask the emperor for me if the emperor can avoid the confinement! Nothing was found at the sticky pole of the Jiannu turmoil! There is no sign I didn't even smell it! I want to protect my father! I have to be safe!"

"Whoo!"

Auntie Zhu did not go to offer her condolences.

There were not many people who mourned.

Eight Banners avoided suspicion and did not want to clash with Black Flag at this critical moment.

Most of the officials from North Korea and the Eight Banners have withdrawn, and the rest are Han officials and black flags. It is impossible for each of them to mourn a person who rebelled before he died, let alone the current capital has become the capital of the black flag. .

Hong Chengchou was already arranging Dorgon's crimes, pouring more dirty water along the way, and involving himself a little bit between the lines, to excuse himself, and to gain some reputation from the side.

Fulin cried a little, but his feelings towards Dorgon were still very complicated.

Although Dorgon's funeral was deserted.

But among the condolences were people sent by the black flag Wang Wu'er.

The commemorative condolences are not all for Dorgon.

Also for old times.

Now in front of Zhu Youjian is a brand new future, an unknown future.

　Chapter 2, the long-lost one is getting bigger, this time it should be bigger
　　
　
(End of this chapter)