C615 Dignity and Glory

From Murong Lingyun's words, Zhang Jingxuan knew that Fu Lin had been busy these past few days.

Ever since he returned to Shengjing, he had obtained that shocking and unreal news.

Dorgon and Hogg, this pair of uncle and nephew, had gone through a few years of internal strife. Yet, they were still unable to obtain the final result. Although Dorgon had been operating for many years, his strength was strong, and he was steadily gaining the upper hand. However, Hogg, who had received the support of many people, was still able to hold on. This had made it difficult for the Qing Dynasty to form a true joint force. It also allowed the empire, which was the leader of the south, to survive under internal and external threats.

This time, the strength behind Hogg and him... He might as well tell Dorgon that they would split up. The current Qing Dynasty was divided into two, and each of them had their own branch. They would do their own thing. They might as well be more straightforward. Since no one was willing to submit to the other, since no one could eat the other party, then no one would be able to sit in that position. They might as well give this seat to someone whom everyone acknowledged. With this, the overall strength of the Qing Dynasty would be fully condensed. It would make all the enemies tremble in fear.

At first, Haoge didn't think that Dorgon would agree to it. After all, the opponent's strength was obvious. However, Dorgon only thought about it for a while before agreeing. It was said that a large part of it was Consort Zhuang who convinced her uncle.

In a daze, Fu Lin was told that he was going to sit on the throne of the most courageous and warlike kingdom in the world. As a prince, he might have thought of this day, but he would never have thought that it would be this day.

As long as the nobles gave the order, the people who were working would start working. Fu Lin's current status and identity was no longer the same as before. The nobles and ministers who wanted to see him would almost flatten the threshold. Many of these people did not sincerely pledge their loyalty to Fu Lin. They were just like the alkali grass on the red beach. Wherever the wind came from, I would dance with it.

Because when he entered the city, he refused to see Zhang Jingxuan's intention. On the one hand, Fu Lin openly found someone to treat Zhang Jingxuan. On the other hand, he might as well not meet Zhang Jingxuan, not to mention that he had too many things to do. There were also a lot of things that needed to be thought out by him.

Just as he had settled the matter and felt that it was time to visit Zhang Jingxuan, something suddenly happened and completely messed up everything.

This matter was a trivial matter from the beginning. Who knew that it would cause a mighty uproar that almost rewritten history later on?

In Shengjing, a case happened three days ago.

Not far from the Imperial Palace, there was a street. It was called Yi Jing Street, and there was a grocery store on the street. The owner of the store was called Wang Tian Wu. He was smart and calculating, and relied on a store the size of a sesame seed. He had also earned a decent amount of money. Unfortunately, the heavens were unpredictable. This manager of the Five Kings of Wang Tian, who had calculated so well, what? He didn't have any relatives, only a little shop assistant in the shop, Wang Sankui, who was a bit lacking, followed him. In the end, it was also this Wang Sankui who ran to report to the government.

Originally, the Shengjing was so big that it was normal for such incidents to happen. If it was someone else, most of the officials and bailiffs in the yamen would be too lazy to care about this kind of thing. But this Wang Tiangwu had no relatives and had a small family business. And there was only this Wang Sankui, who was not very smart, who might get a lot of benefits after making a trip. Not to mention that Wang Sankui did not come to report to the officials, as long as they knew there was such a good thing, they would definitely notice him as well.

However, when they arrived at the scene, the situation wasn't as optimistic as they thought.

Wang Tianwu lay on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep. But it seemed very strange. After looking at him for a while, he understood what the problem was. Because, a strand of braided hair was lying quietly on his neck. The strange thing happened to the braided hair. The tail was smooth and neat. It seemed that someone had cut it off with a pair of scissors.

In the Shengjing, this was a treasonous matter! So the servants did not dare to hide it and hurriedly reported this matter to their superiors.

The braids were the unique hairstyles of the people of the Qing Dynasty. The entire family thought that the braids were the resting place of True Souls and were the source of life. The bones of the eight flag soldiers who had died on the battlefield would be brought back unconditionally. The braids would definitely be brought back to their homeland and buried there. It was commonly known as "Little Braid Braid Braid."

That year, Nuer Hachi used 13 sets of armor to raise his troops and established the post-Jin regime.

After many years of war, the Qing Dynasty's officials and troops were no longer full. Some of the Mongol settlement chiefs and captured Ming Dynasty soldiers surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, and a large number of Han were taken back. At the later stages, the Han people outside did not want to leave their homes and escape. Hence, they became the vassals of Qing Dynasty.

Later on, in order to stabilize the morale of the army and the people's sentiment, Nurhachi became one of the people. He ordered that no matter if it was Manchu, Mongol, or Han, they had to shave off all their front heads. The front half of their heads was shaved into a crescent moon shape, leaving only the back of their heads. They had to be braided into braids at the back of their heads.

In a sense, braids had already become the symbol and glory of the Qing Dynasty. Therefore, it was no wonder that Fu Lin had looked at Zhang Jingxuan with a strange gaze that day. Anger and resentment would arise in his heart. Losing the braids of the Qing Dynasty was equivalent to losing their dignity. They had lost their honor, and they might even lose their lives.

Wang Tianwu's case was reported to Shangguan, who was a servant. Then he had been suppressed. Because this kind of thing could be big or small, if you put it in a big way, it could be big or small, but if you put it in a big way, it could be big or small, but if you put it in a big way, it could be big or small. This meant that there might be people who had cut off their braids and were planning to rebel. Perhaps the entire Wang Tiangwu had accidentally cut off his braids and committed suicide out of fear of guilt. This Shangguan who knew the rules, in the spirit of not having to worry about one less thing, directly classified this matter as a small matter.

However, what he did not expect was that not even half a day had passed... This kind of case was no longer just one case, but four instead. Baldi, who sold stinky tofu in the south of the city, the Fan Er Gang, Fan Er Guo Er, and a professional beggar in the west of the city, East Barker. They were all discovered and somehow lost their lives. These people all had the same characteristic: their braids were cut off behind their heads. Then, they had been placed on their necks.

Finally, the official who dealt with thieves and thieves all day knew. This matter was not something he could bear. He hurriedly reported this situation to his superior. His superior was a sensible person. After understanding the situation, he knew that this was not a trivial matter. He immediately reported it to his superior. Until Yin Shujing of Shengjing was alerted.