"It should be, it should be."

Jia Liubu nodded, he came here, he had to howl twice, after all, it was his nominal ancestor who was buried here.

Originally, he was going to send the Taizu Emperor the money for the Chinese New Year's Eve, saving the Taizu Emperor from having no money to celebrate the New Year, but he did not want to receive the bad news that the tombs of the ancestors outside the Guanwai, including Fuling, had been damaged by the hostile elements of the Eight Banners last night, forcing him to come to inspect in advance.

The most serious damage is Emperor Taizu's Fuling, as well as Emperor Taizong's Zhaoling, the damage to the surface building of the second tomb is as much as seventy percent, and the Yongling tomb where several ancestors of Aixin Jueluo are buried is slightly better, only four or five percent of the damage is damaged.

According to the officers and soldiers guarding the mausoleum, the soldiers of the Eight Banners in the city before the restoration of Shengjing fled with their families because they were worried about being liquidated by the imperial court, but before these people fled, they not only burned and looted in the city, but also set fire to the Sanling Tombs outside the Guan, causing some areas of the Sanling Tombs to fall into ruins.

As a descendant of Aixin Jueluo, Jia Liu, who got this bad news, was furious, and he didn't care about taking care of the Shengjing endgame and hurried over.

Not long after His Majesty the Emperor arrived, black smoke rose from the sky above Fuling, which could be seen from afar away in Shengjing City.

In order to reduce losses, Jia Liu, who personally led the imperial camp to fight the fire, specially asked people to remove the still usable Jimu and bricks and tiles of the surface buildings of Fuling and transport them to a safe place for storage, so as to prepare for secondary use to avoid waste.

After all, due to the blockade of the Qing Dynasty for a hundred years, all kinds of building materials are in short supply, and the building materials needed for engineering projects in the past have to be transported from all over the country, which is time-consuming, laborious and costly, so it is really impossible to waste things.

It's like these thousand-year-old auspicious trees on the surface of Fuling can be transported back, and they have to build a few communities.

As for the sacrificial ritual utensils and utensils, they were also packed and transported back to Shengjing, and they were either turned into coins or guns and cannons.

Anyway, it's razed to the ground.

In the unannounced plan for the large-scale development of Guanwai, Shengjing will return to its original name Shenyang, and the imperial court will open a large-scale industrial and mining park by the Hunhe River outside Shenyang, so as to promote the large-scale development of the entire Guanwai with a leading role.

Correspondingly, the planning of the administrative area outside the customs is also being drawn up, and the actual control area of the Qing Dynasty outside the customs may be divided into three to four provinces, and it is proposed to set up a governor and three to four governors, and the administrative (military) establishment of flags, wings, and battalions in the past will also be abolished, and the management system of political envoys will be implemented as in the Guannai.

There are no more generals and commanders.

The reason why it is still being drawn up is that another opinion holds that the actual population outside the Guanxi is sparse and insufficient to support the provincial administrative management system, so it may be possible to set up a province only in the Liaodong region, which has a relatively large population, for the time being, and the rest of the region will be dominated by the military garrison management system.

After the number of immigrants in the customs reaches a certain number, the regional adjustment will be carried out.

The two opinions have their own merits and advantages, but one thing is obvious, that is, Shenyang will surely become the most important of the large-scale development outside the Guanxi area.

In addition to fighting the fire in Fuling, Jia Liu issued an order, that is, to immediately correct the Dharma of the captured Shengjing general Hongsheng to comfort the ancestors' spirits in the sky.

This is naturally related to the destruction of the ancestral mausoleum.

If it weren't for Hongsheng's actions against the way of heaven, how could such a heinous thing happen in the land of Ancestor Longxing!

If you don't cut off Hongxi's head, Jia Liu is sorry for the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty.

As for the meaning of what Kuini said, he hoped that the Six Emperors would be able to do a ritual for Emperor Taizu as a qualified filial son and grandson, instead of just getting off the horse like before, he couldn't wait to start setting fires, saying what to let Emperor Taizu feel the warmth from his descendants.

Although everyone knows in their hearts that the Six Emperors are not the descendants of Aixin Jueluo at all, they always have to pretend to be faced.

Otherwise, it's too much.

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

"Your Majesty, the minister knows that you are busy, so you will take a place when you stay, and you can just say a symbolic howl."

The intimate Queenie brought His Majesty's insulated teapot over to prevent His Majesty from howling out of his throat due to thirst.

"It's just howling, you don't have to really cry, right?"

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

Queenie hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, how can you make the emperor really cry, what kind of thing is he Nurhachi, and he deserves to let the emperor cry for him?" As soon as the words fell, I heard Zhang Jia Laofu interject on the side: "No, you have to cry, you have to let the emperor cry twice, otherwise it will be too fake." ”

After speaking, he looked at the good brother of the sixth son, "If you don't cry twice, the emperor won't be at ease, right?" ”

"Do you really want to cry?"

Jia Liu was a little hesitant.

Lao Ji thought for a while, stepped forward and said: "The ministers still hope that the emperor will come to sweep the tomb of Emperor Taizu with feelings, so it is best to cry twice, so that there is an explanation for all aspects." ”

"Alright, I know."

Jia Liu nodded.

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

I don't want the Sixth Emperor to suddenly raise his hand: "Slow!" ”

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

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

Queenie quietly handed the eye drops in a small porcelain bottle to the Six Emperors.

Jia Liu shook his head: "I don't use props, take it." ”

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

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

"Let's go!"

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

"Wow!"

After taking a deep breath, Jia Liu's body slowly bent forward and gave Emperor Taizu a ninety-degree bow.

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

When everyone saw this, they were greatly moved.

"Your Majesty, just mean it, don't be too involved, you still have to take care of the dragon body first..."

Queenie felt that it was almost time to come up and prepare to help the emperor go down, but he didn't want His Majesty the Emperor to break free of him, and rushed forward with an arrow step to "plop" and knelt on the ground, his hands kept patting the sealed soil, and howled affectionately: "Emperor Taizu, Emperor Taizu, grandson is late, late, grandson should come to see your old man early..."

The crying pear blossoms bring rain, and the howling voice cracks the lungs.

The officials present were all moved when they saw it, and they all consciously sobbed.

After taking more than a dozen breaths, His Majesty the Emperor got up in pain, let out a long sigh, and turned to look at the courtiers: "Almost, right?" ”

"Almost,"

Queenie wiped his eyes and stopped choking: "The emperor's own father is dead, and that's it." ”

"Well, I think that's the smell too,"

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