Chapter 380: I would rather die than cut the braids
"Where did you get this book?"
The head of the Ministry of Rites came back to his senses and asked his wife and children angrily.
The old wife was frightened when she called her husband, saying that she picked it up yesterday on the way to offer incense.
To be precise, I don't know who stuffed her into her sedan chair.
Moreover, it was not the sedan chair of the wife of the Minister of Etiquette and her family that was stuffed, but the sedan chairs of all the dignitaries who went to offer incense that day were stuffed.
This type of technique has a professional name, called leaflet distribution.
A dozen pennies can make a day's work for an illiterate beggar.
After hearing what his wife said, Fulehun frowned. He was convinced that there must be a big conspiracy behind this book, and it was not the work of an individual, but an organized gang crime.
First, there must be people who compile books, secondly, there must be people who print, and thirdly, there must be people who spread the word.
Without a group, it is absolutely impossible to do it.
Asked his son Anmu again: "Where did you get this book?"
Anmu quickly said: "Amma, Zhaozhen gave it to me."
"Zhaoyun?"
Fulehun realized that the problem was not generally serious, but particularly serious.
Because Zhaozhen’s Ama is Prince Kang Yong’en.
What does it mean to spread political rumors that the emperor was not born of the late emperor, nor was he a Manchurian, but it was spread among the clan?
No matter how ridiculous, absurd, or childish a rumor is, if it is exploited by someone with ulterior motives, it can have the effect of killing someone.
Isn't that what the murderous soul-calling case is going on outside now?
How to remove braids to avoid disaster?
It is clearly to deceive the ignorant people to rebel against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty!
Braid is a symbol of the Qing Dynasty. Without the symbol, could the Qing Dynasty still be the Qing Dynasty?
Who is secretly doing this treasonous act?
While his father was in shock, Anmu asked stupidly: "Amma, is the emperor the son of the late emperor? Could it be that the civet cat replaced the prince?"
"You've lost your mind!"
Fulehun slapped his son on the face, "The emperor is not the eldest son of the late emperor, so why should he change his son?"
"That's not right."
Anmu covered half of his face, also angry, "Then what kind of rumors are these people making? They are full of stuff!"
"Idiot, if you are half as smart as your elder brother, I will be willing to die now!"
Fulehun was angry and anxious. This second son was really stupid.
Those people are either full and full, or they are deliberately spreading rumors to achieve ulterior motives.
However, the rumors stop at the wise men, but who is the wise man?
Most of the people are ignorant, and even the gentry and officials are mostly ignorant.
Judging from the virtue of my youngest son, and considering that most of the Eight Banners children, including the clan members, are uneducated and incompetent, many people may really believe this rumor.
The rumors must be immediately investigated and these two books banned and destroyed, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!
A father loves his eldest son, and a mother loves her youngest son. Seeing her husband slap his son without asking for clues, Niu Kulu felt so distressed that he dragged his son to his side and complained: "Why are you hitting your son?
He did not compile this book, and even if the emperor is not a Han, he still has Han blood in his body."
"My dear mother, what nonsense are you talking about again?"
Fuller was really anxious, this prodigal old woman would one day trick him to death.
Back then, if this old woman hadn't taken money from others behind his back, he would have been a good official with clean sleeves.
Mrs. Niukulu was not afraid of her husband. She bulged her eyes and said, "Why, you don't remember that silly elder sister?"
"she?"
Fulehun was stunned again, the past flashing into his mind.
When he was still a boy, he heard his father tell him that one day the late emperor shot a sika deer while hunting in Rehe and drank the deer's blood on the spot.
However, due to the special effects of deer blood, the late emperor was anxious at that time. Since there was no princess by his side, he visited a Han palace maid named Li.
Unexpectedly, this Han palace maid would become pregnant with a dragon seed.
The next year, the Holy Patriarch took the late emperor to Rehe for a hunting trip, just in time to catch up with the palace maid giving birth. When the Holy Patriarch found out about this, he was furious and ordered people to investigate, and the late Emperor had to admit that he had done it.
"The Holy Ancestor was afraid that outsiders would know about the negative impact of this incident, so he sent someone to bring the Han palace maid into the shed. Later, the palace maid gave birth to a boy in the shed, right?"
Mrs. Niukulu helped her husband remember.
An Mu understood: "Mother, could this child be the emperor?"
Niukulu nodded.
Anmu understood immediately: "That palace maid is the Queen Mother?"
Niukulu was so angry that she wanted to slap her son, but she finally held it back and shook her head and said: "The palace girl's boy was given to the queen mother to be raised by the late emperor. After that, the palace girl went crazy and the emperor couldn't bear to drive her away.
She has been raised in the palace since she left the palace, and everyone in the palace calls her Silly Sister. She seems to have died more than ten years ago, right?"
The last sentence is about asking my husband.
"I didn't know. These are also rumors and cannot be believed."
Fuller had an angry look on his face, completely forgetting that it was his wife who told the silly eldest sister this matter.
But he was telling it as an anecdote, and he didn't think about his wife, but he took it as a serious matter.
Mrs. Niukulu took her son to sit down and said to her husband seriously: "Master, there is no smoke without fire. There is no smoke without fire. People say that the emperor is not from Manchuria, so it may not be unreasonable."
Fuller was confused: "What do you want to say again?"
"Let's talk about it. In his early years, did the emperor often wear Han clothes in the palace and have his portrait painted?"
The old wife's question shocked Fuller for no reason.
The emperor indeed liked to wear Han Chinese clothes, and had more than a dozen portraits of him wearing Han Chinese clothes painted.
The "Hongli Viewing Lotuses and Playing the Qin" awarded to the late scholar Fu Heng, and the "Snow Scenery" awarded to the late General Zhaohui were both portraits of the emperor wearing Hanfu and having a painter paint them.
When the emperor was young, he was even more obsessed with Han Chinese clothes, sometimes changing into two or three sets a day.
He even asked the chamberlain once if he looked like a Han Chinese.
After the veteran Zhang Tingyu learned about it, he wrote a letter to advise: "The emperor is sincere to the Han people, but not to the Manchu people."
After this, I never heard of the emperor wearing Han clothes again.
"Why was Zhang Tingyu dismissed from office? Wasn't it just because he refused to let the emperor become a Han? Or maybe Zhang Tingyu knew that the emperor was not a Manchu, so the emperor forced him to retire and return to his hometown?"
The old wife's unreasonable association was simply made up of nothing.
However, for a while, Fullerhun couldn't find any flaw in it.
He advised the emperor not to be obsessed with Han things and was kicked out of the court.
Things are a little weird.
Anmu, who has always been looked down upon by his father, also wanted to prove that he was not stupid, so he asked Ama something: "If the emperor were not Han, why would he be so kind to those loyal Han ministers in the Ming Dynasty, compile histories and books for them, and treat them so favorably?"
Their descendants, in turn, are so disgusted with the Han ministers who helped us in Manchuria, and they asked the National History Museum to compile the Erchen Records for them?"
Having said this, he thought about it and added: "Yes, the emperor also hates the Han army who helped us. After he ascends the throne, he will drive them all out of the Eight Banners."
"Shut up!"
As soon as Fuller raised his hand, his old wife glared down at him. She pondered slightly and asked Anmu: "Did you think of these yourself?"
"no,"
Anmu was honest, "It was Zhaozhen and the others who said that."
In Xianghe County, Jia Liu, who had just returned from the river embankment, had not had time to sleep for a while when he was invited by Xianghe Mazhi County, saying that he had just captured two ghost-calling monsters.
Jia Liu was puzzled: "What kind of soul are you calling for?"
"Master Jia, I'm not calling for souls, I'm calling for souls!"
Maghi County briefly talked about the frequent ghost-calling cases in the county recently.
Without waiting for the final summary of personal opinions, Mr. Jia was furious. He shook his braid that was full of mud and water, and circled it in a circle around his neck, and said with an angry look on his face:
"You bastard! How many heads did the Qing Dynasty cut off before the Han people shaved their heads and grew pigtails? Now even if they have their souls cut off, these pigtails must not be cut off!"