Fulin looked at the man lying in the huge coffin in front of him, and his face suddenly became ferocious.

But the face quickly became hidden and no one noticed it.

Although he was just an eight-year-old boy, Fulin already had a good control over his mood. In many cases, some old foxes didn't want to see through his thoughts.

When did this start?

Fulin didn't want to think back to that time, and he didn't want to recall that two years ago, his father Huang Taiji brought himself to his bedroom with that hypocritical smile!

Abomination, hateful!

He clenched his fists, his eyes shifted away, and then moved to Zhulan beside him.

There is no doubt that compared to himself, Zhulan is also a very handsome and cute child. At least, she is the kind of child who meets Huang Taiji's preferences, but why, why did she suffer such tragic things? She is the only one!

A murderous intent suddenly arose in Fulin's heart. For this brother who was only one month older than him, his mind was full of hatred and jealousy and murderous intent!

Suddenly, a huge recitation sound came out, and Fulin hurriedly knelt down.

This is the last step of the funeral ceremony. What should be done the rest is probably the new king ascended the throne?

"From today on, I will not kneel down to anyone. I am the most powerful person in the world!" Fulin thought angrily.

Suddenly, his eyes turned around. He saw Zhulan, who was still kneeling beside him, disappeared!

"How is that possible?" Fulin widened his eyes.

But I didn't hesitate for too long, because a considerable storm was soon set off in the Forbidden City.

"Who will be the emperor?"

Huang Taiji, who died for an indescribable reason, did not have the chance to decide on a suitable crown prince.

Zhulan, who was extremely favored, was at this time subject to unanimous resistance from both the court and the middle.

The great Han scholars believed that Zhang Huazhao's adopted son had no qualifications to become emperor at all. Otherwise, as the empress dowager, wouldn't it be a big deal for the world to be a fool?

And those Manchus also thought that it would be really unpleasant to let a Han man stand on their heads.

But no matter what they thought, Zhulan, who suddenly disappeared and his mother Hai Lanzhu, obviously could not participate in this matter.

So, how should the throne be arranged?

"Of course, it is the eldest son of the emperor. This new emperor's position is the ninth son of the emperor!"

"Don't you, we grassland people never pay attention to the eldest son. We asked me to say that it would be reasonable to choose the strongest one."

"You are a Mongolian, not a whole lot of us, so what are you talking about? You tell me how to compare with whom? Damn, you can't let the princes fight!"

"What do you think you should do?"

...

The scattered debate kept ringing, and Fulin frowned immediately.

Although he was the youngest prince, most of his brothers—except Zhulan—were most of them were born to concubines, and they were completely noble than him.

If we talk about our closeness to Huang Taiji, how could those people compare to themselves who stayed overnight in Huang Taiji's bedroom?

However, seeing the scene where the group of Mongolians and Han people and the mixed people, while many Manchus were crazy about recommending the major princes, he had already understood it completely in his heart.

Too late, I understand it myself, too late!

What is the use of being close and noble?

In the end, isn’t fists and power the most important?

bass!

A sense of unwillingness suddenly appeared in his heart. This aura made him stand up suddenly and roar in a tender voice, "Shut up, the old emperor has just passed away, you are quarreling here, Humph! If you want to argue, let me go outside the palace!"

"Brother Ninth, you don't think you are already the emperor. In this palace, it's not your turn to teach us a lesson." The speaker was the eldest son of the emperor, Haoge. He led his troops since he was a child and controlled the military power. He was an extremely powerful figure!

"Not? The Ninth Prince was doting too much by the previous emperor. Now I forgot his identity!" The person who spoke was the fifth son of the emperor, Shuosai, who was supported by the red flag behind him. He was already a person who was about to command the clan's mansion. Although he might not have a chance for the throne, he would definitely put down the blame on Fulin.

As soon as the two of them spoke, a burst of rebuke came, wishing that they could use nothing to say about Fulin.

Although Fulin has a precocious personality, how could he face such a siege? He immediately turned pale and couldn't help but retreat.

Bang!

Suddenly, he suddenly bumped into a solid body, and a muffled sound came. Fulin's body shook directly. Suddenly, a sudden feeling of flying clouds and fog came. A flash in front of him, and he was already looking down at the people in front of him!

"The ninth son of the emperor, Fulin, is the new emperor, and he will choose a date to ascend the throne. Does anyone have any objections?" Dorgon raised Fulin high and said loudly.

Buzz!

A low quarrel sounded suddenly, and then, Haoge opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Dorgon glared at him, and his whole body was covered with hair. All these thoughts were completely forgotten.

This look was not very terrifying, but after this look, countless soldiers of the Zhengbai Banner swarmed in, and surrounded everyone in a bang.

The longbow was put on, and the cold arrow flashing was the best proof of power!

In an instant, there was silence.

"Since it's meaningless, what are you doing while standing!" Dorgon shouted loudly.

Suddenly someone reacted, and immediately, countless people fell to the ground and shouted loudly, "Long live my emperor!"

But I don’t know whether they were shouting at Fulin in Dorgon’s hand or saying this to Dorgon…

"If you want to hide your sweetheart in the golden house, wouldn't it be better to hide it in your own home? Why do you have to send it to Jiangnan?" Zhang Qingwei asked in confusion.

Because of Huang Taiji's death, Zhang Huazhao was instantly shot into the cold palace. Although his power was still there, he was already very neglected in front of the door, which made Zhang Qingwei meet with him and let the two communicate well.

Zhang Qingwei was in a good mood at this time, so she looked at Hai Lanzhu and Zhulan in the carriage, and the doubts in her heart were naturally blurted out in an instant.

"Please, that woman is almost thirty years old, okay?" Zhang Chen waved his arm. "Don't say that shelf life has expired. That is a product that can be rebuilt!"

"As a woman, I really want to beat you..." Zhang Qingwei muttered.

"And, it's a political task for me to send them over!" Zhang Chen smiled, "I took Li Zicheng's country. I helped him take it down. Now Li Zicheng has almost finished his life. Do I have to help his son continue to stabilize his country? Of course, I'm taking it back and playing for myself!"

"You mean you want to unify the country?"

"Nonsense!" Zhang Chen gave her a blank look, "I just want to give Dashunguo a more wise leader, and this kid is just right!"

Zhang Qingwei walked away from the carriage and sat quietly, holding a book in her hand and reading it carefully. She couldn't figure out what special thing he had.

But if she could look through the handwritten version of Capital Theory that Zhang Chen had made by Zhulan, I'm afraid she wouldn't think so.

"Forget it, just take people there for you." Zhang Qingwei said, "But when will you be willing to get the young master out of the palace? It's not a solution to stay there!"

Zhang Chen immediately curled his lips, "I'm sorry that I can't do anything about it. How did I think he was so favored at the beginning? Of course, I didn't expect that how many people would he receive now? I'm afraid it will take at least three or five years to get him to leave the palace."

Zhang Qingwei couldn't help but sigh, her face became extremely dim, but she had no choice but to leave in a bad mood.

With a shrugged, Zhang Chen immediately returned home.

As soon as Fang walked into the mansion, a little girl with a braid rushed forward quickly, "Ama, you're back, Baozhu misses you so much!"

Zhang Chen hugged the little girl in his hand and laughed happily.

The girl laughed at the age of six or seven, with a fat and cute face. She always had a sweet smile on her face. Although she was extremely naughty, she looked gentle. Her black eyes looked at Zhang Chen, and her shimmering light was shining. She was really a child that people liked.

"Baozhu, how did you do your homework today?" Zhang Chen asked with a smile.

"It's been done long ago!" Baozhu raised his head proudly, "Those teachers are so stupid. Baozhu just asked a little question, but they couldn't answer it anymore. They are such a bunch of idiots..."

As he said that, Baozhu hugged Zhang Chen's neck and shook his little head, "Baozhu wants Ama to teach me, and those stupid teachers, let them all go home to farm!"

"But I don't have time, Ama." Zhang Chen scratched Baozhu's nose, "Do you want to go find your mother? Now she is your nominal teacher at all, so why should she visit me?"

"No." Baozhu shook his head, "Every time the family went over to see me, I would say something weird, I won't go there!"

Zhang Chen burst into laughter.

This child was naturally the result of his savoring the soup back then. Although he forced Nalan ** to give birth to it, it completely made Nalan ** disgusted himself and was unwilling to marry Zhang Chen - and this was exactly what Zhang Chen expected.

So Baozhu became Zhang Chen's daughter. Although countless people were confused by Zhang Chen's concealment, they could not know who the child's mother was. They only knew that it was indeed Prince Yu's daughter. As for his life experience, I am afraid there are more than a hundred versions.

Of course, the Nalan family naturally knew that this child existed, so every time they saw her, they were more or less embarrassed.

It was just when the father and daughter were laughing, and a eunuch had already entered the mansion and said, "The imperial edict has arrived!"

Zhang Chen curled his lips, took the imperial edict and flipped it casually, "I'll take it, you go back!"

The eunuch didn't dare to say anything more, and said goodbye immediately. He left quickly, without any majesty at all.

But seeing that the imperial edict read "Prince Yu devoted all his efforts to assist the late emperor in unification, I have carefully considered Prince Yu's contributions and specially transferred Prince Yu to lead the Ministry of Revenue to take charge of the wealth and power of the world!"

"The Ministry of Revenue is rich enough!" Zhang Chen shook his head and said, "But, I'm a loss when I took my Liaodong Governor to replace him with the Minister of Revenue, right?"

As he was talking, Zhang Chen suddenly felt his trouser legs tightening.

"What's wrong, Orb?"

"Ama, you are in charge of the Ministry of Revenue now. Are you very idle?" Baozhu asked.

"Well, you should be very idle, right?" Zhang Chen thought for a while, feeling that he was probably the kind of person who just wanted to eat and not do things, so he nodded immediately.

"Then, Ama, please teach me your homework!" Baozhu smiled innocently.

Looking at the sweet smile, Zhang Chen was overjoyed. He actually closed his hands and shouted something he should have said long ago in the direction of the Forbidden City.
Chapter completed!