Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 552

Zhu Youjian looked at the tartar in front of him who was wearing a four-claw python robe and dared to sit on the throne in the main hall of his Qianqing Palace, so he could naturally guess that this person should be Dorgon.

The regent of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the legendary hero who single-handedly created the entry of the Qing Dynasty into the customs.

But at this time, in Zhu Youjian's eyes, Dorgon is just a loser, a historical loser.

As soon as Zhu Youjian finished speaking, he stepped into the main hall of the Qianqing Palace and kicked a jug that had fallen to the ground aside.

"You are the Ming Emperor Zhu Youjian?"

Dorgon also stumbled to his feet at this time, his swaying body was supported by a Manchu eunuch, the corners of his mouth were still full of alcohol, and there was still a trace of sinisterness in his eyes hollowed out by the color of wine. , didn't have the slightest fear of Zhu Youjian, and even smiled.

"Exactly, you are Bumbutai's concubine Dorgon?"

Zhu Youjian sneered, and now he is most interested in these lace news about Dorgon, and he is not interested in anything else.

In his eyes, what a hero in troubled times, what a hero is, is nothing more than a group of boring literati admiring a barbarian chief.

If Dorgon is really awesome, why would he still lose to Huang Taiji.

"You bullshit!"

When Dorgon heard that Zhu Youjian said that he was Bumbutai's concubine, Dorgon suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and he was about to hit Zhu Youjian with his fist.

Seeing this, Wang Zide Jinyiwei hurriedly came to escort him.

But Zhu Youjian had rushed over at this time and swept Dorgon's face with his leg, and the thick soles of his boots slapped Dorgon on the spot, causing Dorgon to stumble and fall to the ground.

"It's useless, I thought the regent of the Qing Dynasty was so brave." Zhu Youjian said with a cold smile, then walked up to the throne, sat on it, and looked at the steps below who were struggling to get up Dorgon: "Dorgon, have you ever thought that you will have today?"

Dorgon looked at Zhu Youjian angrily: "If I were the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, I would definitely not let you Zhu Youjian come back here alive!"

"I really think highly of myself, and I will tell you the truth, let alone you Dorgon, even Huang Taiji Nurhachi, these people are not dead yet, and they are not my current opponents. If it were not for us Han people, you would still be fighting outside the pass. Ice fishing, how can it be compared with us Han people!"

Zhu Youjian yelled, and Dorgon couldn't help but staggered back a few steps: "So what, the world has always been home to the strong, if it weren't for you, Zhu Youjian, this world would have been my Qing Dynasty long ago." , you Han dogs have long been my servants of the Qing Dynasty for generations, and even if the Qing Dynasty dies one day, many of your descendants will still sing praises for us, and even worship me Dorgon, you Believe it or not! It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that I, Dorgon, failed to succeed."

Zhu Youjian had to admit that Dorgon was right. The grief of history is often forgotten with the continuation of history, and people instinctively like the strong, so if Dorgon wins at this time, even if he The butcher knife slaughtered millions or even hundreds of millions of people. As long as he is a strong man, he will still be respected as a hero by his conquerors.

but!

Now Dorgon has failed, and his Qing Dynasty has failed.

"I will make you die a miserable death!"

Zhu Youjian only said this sentence, and Dorgon's words touched his inverse scales. He was indeed the most angry at the forgetting of human nature, and he was also the most angry at the people of this era who used this human nature to do things unscrupulously. Inhumane.

Therefore, Zhu Youjian wants to punish Dorgon severely. He wants to use Dorgon's death to warn people all over the world that although history is easy to be forgotten, many things will be reported in the present world.

Zhu Youjian asked Wang Zide to send someone to drag Dorgon down, put him in the imperial prison, and sent [-] Jinyiwei guards to guard him strictly.

After Dorgon was detained, the entire Qianqing Palace fell silent.

Zhu Youjian lay on the dragon chair, let out a long breath, and looked at the top of the gilded hall of Panlong. The more he looked, the more blurred and heavy his eyes became, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep.

It's been six years, a full six years, and it's the first time that Zhu Youjian sleeps so soundly.

The Ming Dynasty finally returned to the starting point under his rule.

The morning glow came in from the dense black clouds, and the long-quiet Beijing city began to usher in a new day for him.

Zhu Youjian also woke up from his deep sleep. He didn't know when he was lying on the big bed in Qianqing Palace. He felt that this place was a little strange, and he couldn't believe it was real if it was so strange.

"I'm not dreaming."

Zhu Youjian pinched himself before confirming that he was indeed in the real world, and in the Forbidden City in Beijing.

All this is true.

"Father, you are awake!"

Xu Zhaohua is the eunuch of the Supervisor of Rituals, and now she is the only one with the most power in the entire inner court, so she is the only one who dares to come in and out of Zhu Youjian's place casually.

Seeing that it was Xu Zhaohua, Zhu Youjian couldn't help asking, "Where is Mr. Qi Gui?"

"My minister arranged her in Jingren Palace. She is a concubine and cannot enter Qianqing Palace without being summoned by His Majesty," Xu Zhaohua replied.

Zhu Youjian nodded and asked, "Did it thunder last night?"

"It's thundering," Xu Zhaohua replied.

"Mr. Qi is most afraid of thunder, and without my company, how can I get it? Take me to Jingren Palace." Now Zhu Youjian is no longer in a hurry to deal with government affairs, and can also devote some energy to cultivating the relationship between himself and his concubines. Feelings.

As for the cumbersome affairs after the recovery of Beijing City, he is not in a hurry to adjudicate, because the more this kind of dust settles, the more it delays, the more it will attract some ghosts and snakes.

Zhu Youjian came to Jingren Palace, but he didn't see Qi Guiren. Just when he was suspicious, Qi Guiren suddenly hugged Zhu Youjian from behind: "Your Majesty, my concubine is afraid!"

Zhu Youjian smiled.

Xu Zhaohua on the side also laughed.

Qi Dechu tightly grabbed Zhu Youjian's sleeve.

Zhu Youjian also simply hugged Qi Dechun into his arms: "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

The beauty in the arms is weak and pitiful, her face as white as a crescent moon is stained with tears, and the mountains and rivers in the north outside the temple gate seem to have just returned to Zhu Youjian's arms.

Zhu Youjian couldn't help hugging Qi Guiren even tighter, as if hugging the entire northern country and the most beautiful existence in Ming Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, you haven't washed up yet, and you have to summon the officials later."

"The officials don't call me first, tell them, I will call them tomorrow, but I still have to wash up." After Zhu Youjian said that, he let go of Qi Guiren, patted Qi Guiren's buttocks, and sat in front of the dressing table.

Qi Guiren blushed pretty, but she stood there stupidly. Seeing this, Xu Zhaohua hurriedly pulled her from behind: "Your Majesty, it's your turn to wait for His Majesty to wash."

"I do not know!"

(End of this chapter)