At the end of March, the city of Beijing, has passed the harsh winter, the spring color returns, the greenery jumps up the treetops, the branches that are pressed down by the snowflakes slowly send out some tender buds, although the cold wind is still cold, but it belongs to the warm and cold, compared to the cold winter that makes people jump feet, it is already very gratifying.

As soon as the sky was bright, the east gate of the Forbidden City was wide open, the brigade of the guard camp Baibaya Lama soldiers rushed out, first two teams of cavalry iron hooves opened the road, cleared the road, idle people and so on all avoided, a large number of foot soldiers followed, along the Forbidden City to the east gate of Beijing City long street standing in two rows, holding knives and guns, the cotton armor on the soldiers nailed copper bubbles, the color of white inlaid with red edges in the bleak spring cold made people feel particularly slaughtered, the snow bright knives and guns added infinite momentum, the people who cowered crowded outside the guard camp outside the guard, There was silence with a hint of excitement to watch this spectacular funeral scene.

After a long time, the bells and drums in the Forbidden City rang out, and the funeral procession of Prince Yu Duoduo walked out. Walking in the front are 32 flag-bearers, swaggering flags flying in the wind, and an umbrella of all people is as big as a wheel. Then came the royal prince's guard of honor, numbering up to 800 people, because Duoduo is known for his military exploits, and there are many gold melons and silver halberds in the honor guard, shining brightly, and there are many paper ties and flags to show Duoduo's unusual status.

Then there was the bearer of the coffin, a total of sixty-four people, dressed in white and carrying a huge coffin containing the body of Duoduo, like a huge beetle, walking slowly.

The regent Dorgon, with red eyes, a white filial piety scarf tied on his head, dressed in white, personally supported the coffin, and many Baylor and Beizi followed him to send the nine kings to the end, this kind of treatment was unprecedented.

In front of Duoduo's coffin, there is also an elegiac couplet inscribed by Emperor Shunzhi himself.

Just last night, Dolgon ordered the raid of the homes of a county king and two bailes, arrested men, confiscated his family membership, and suppressed a political action against him by thunderous means.

He knew that these people were just small shrimps floating on the water, and the people who could really kill him were still hiding under the water, staring at him for loopholes, after all, he was not the emperor yet, and it was not impossible to bring him down.

Only military power and military merit can make Dorgon's position more stable, through the war to open up the territory, to control all the elite soldiers, and to have the power to destroy all political enemies, in order to block all those who peep into the regent's throne under the ladder, and he has the opportunity to take off the crown that is one step away.

The crown should have been mine, Dolgon walked with a blue face and a coffin, thinking indignantly, if it weren't for the retreat of Zilharang and his ilk, if it weren't for the elite soldiers of the two yellow flags not being included in his control, where would it be the turn of that little fart boy to be on the ninety-five? Empress Xiaozhuang is good to herself, but she is also Fulin's mother, and between herself and her, it is a relationship of mutual use, if the two yellow flags are pinched in the hands of Dolgon, the orphans and widows would have been driven to the Zhaoling of Huang Taiji to guard the tomb.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and finally Dolgon decided one thing in his anger, the war in Shanxi must end as soon as possible, it dragged on too long, and most of the forces of the Eight Banners were contained, and when Beijing City was most embarrassed, there were only three thousand Ge Bush Xianchao Ha Guard Camp left behind in the Forbidden City, inside and outside the city, there was no reliable army, this situation was very dangerous, once the remnants of the Ming Dynasty found out that Houjin was just a foreign power, then it would be a devastating blow to meet the Manchu Qing.

And the two white flags have been away for a long time, which is not a good idea, and it is better to stay with your own descendants.

In public and private, Shanxi has reached the point where it must be solved, on the side of Jingpu, how can the rebels be allowed to make chaos, under Dolgon's white filial piety clothes, is a set of stainless steel chain mail, and when the funeral is over, he will go straight to the north school field, where a large number of Qing troops have been assembled, waiting for him to lead the rush to Shanxi.

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In Xi'an, thousands of miles away from Beijing, in the small courtyard inside the governor's yamen, Wang Huan also knocked on the door with a bang.

Princess Changping came out, still in a white dress and red shirt, and her beauty was the same.

Wang Huan didn't enter the door, stood in the courtyard, stood by the knife, the spring breeze blew through the small courtyard, raising the fallen leaves.

The white armor is equipped with a long knife, the breeze is swept by the big wind, and the red tassels on the iron helmet dance lightly, and the heroic spirit is overflowing.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but no one spoke. Wang Huan came, is to feel that the battle is very risky, although the Kuizhou army artillery is strong, but the elite of the Qing army is not a vegetarian monk, when the Salhu Ming Dynasty gathered the whole country, the strong army was exhausted, but was killed like a lost dog like a river of blood, many generals died, since then the Ming army has no more soldiers, some historians say that the Ming Dynasty died in Salhu, destroyed in Songshan, it can be seen that the strength of the Houjin Eight Banners soldiers.

Now with the assistance of traitors, a large number of red-clothed cannons have been cast, which is even more powerful, it can be said that today's Qing army may rarely go into battle after having Han puppets, but their combat effectiveness has not been weakened, but strengthened.

Wang Huan's problem lies in the weakness of the troops, counting the Huozi battalion left behind in Kuizhou Xu Tiezhu, the four battalions of the Kuizhou Army are only more than 20,000 people, although Wang Huan has always insisted on quality army building and professional soldiers, but now is not a complete era of hot weapons after all, and there are still losses due to the lack of people.

Therefore, this rescue of Shanxi, facing most of the military strength of Houjin led by Dolgon, a little careless, that is, the whole army was annihilated, Wang Huan is a traverser, but not God, it is entirely possible that he was killed by a stray arrow in a battle, or was crushed to death by a jumping iron bullet, and may be hacked to death by an unknown Qing army, death in the war is so close, as if it will come in the next moment.

So he came to resign to Princess Changping, it stands to reason that Princess Changping is willing to marry him, it is a political marriage, the Zhu family needs him, he also needs the Zhu family, that's all.

But this moment is different, Wang Huan feels that between Princess Changping and him, after several long talks, they are no longer political allies with deep estrangement, on the contrary, he can feel the pain of a young girl's loss of relatives, and can feel the bitter hatred from the bottom of his heart.

From this point of view, he and Changping have something in common.

The massacre on the top of the stone mountain on Wuchang Road often startled Wang Huan from his dead dreams, and every little monk buried in the chaotic pine forest, every face was imprinted in his mind and could not be erased.

Wang Huan raised his head and looked at Princess Changping standing on the steps, he was very calm, and Changping was very indifferent.

The two are like two old friends who are about to separate, there is no earth-shattering crying scene, there is no attachment to life and death, there are just extremely deep concerns in their eyes, which are buried very deep and ordinary people can't find out.

"I'm leaving, going to Shanxi." Wang Huan said briefly: "You take care, if you have to return your life, I will come back and marry you!" ”

Princess Changping nodded, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said softly: "I am already your person, whether I marry or not is in my heart, the ritual and etiquette are not important." ”

Wang Huan hung his head, feeling a little ashamed of this girl who had traveled thousands of miles to him, and was a little dazed.

Princess Changping's voice was a little lower, and she continued: "Master Hou, my real name is Zhu Yujiao, although my father married me to a family when I was sixteen years old, but when the war came, I was not married, so I was still a virgin, and according to the female system, I could keep festivals for my husband." If the Hou Ye is gone, I will cut the green silk into the empty door, set up a spirit card for you to guard the empty boudoir, a hundred years later, buried with you in one place, living in the same hole, life can not sleep together, death must also be the same coffin! ”

The sound is like a mosquito's song, but it is like thunder.

The corners of Wang Huan's eyes suddenly became wet.

(End of chapter)