You can't only love the Qing Dynasty when you're eating the fruits of others' labor.

Chapter 382 Fulin vs. Zhu Youlang~
Forbidden City.

The bizarre phenomenon of the two emperors living together has been going on for a year and a half.

Yongli, residing in Yuqing Palace, could be called the Eastern Emperor.

Emperor Shunzhi resided in the Hall of Mental Cultivation and could be referred to as the Western Emperor.

The two initially ignored each other and avoided each other, but gradually their relationship evolved into mutual insults when they met, and the image of the sacred and inviolable emperor was crumbling.

The Imperial Garden is lush and verdant.

Emperor Shunzhi toured the garden with Consort Dong'e.

Consort Dong'e was only 27 years old, young and beautiful, knowledgeable and reasonable, gentle and virtuous, able to relieve worries and accompany her, truly a rare beauty.

Emperor Shunzhi was so enamored with her that he could hardly bear to be apart from her for even a moment.

"Your Majesty has been experiencing liver qi stagnation lately. Sunbathing and taking walks will be beneficial to your health."

"My beloved consort, I am so fortunate to have you, otherwise how would I have survived as a prisoner?"

"To be able to serve Your Majesty is a blessing I have accumulated over three lifetimes."

Emperor Shunzhi looked up at the sky, his face paling.

"Ever since he returned victorious, I haven't had a single good night's sleep. I really don't want to become a monk, I..."

"Your Majesty, if all else fails, becoming a monk is also a way to survive. As long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback. The Grand Secretary is ruthless; if you anger him, he might really do something to you."

"My beloved concubine."

"emperor."

Just when the two were deeply in love.

Yongli appeared, looked at the two of them, and recited a line: "The courtesan knows not the sorrow of a fallen nation, still singing 'The Flowers of the Rear Courtyard' across the river. Fulin, you have fallen."

"Zhu Youlang, I request that you find another place."

"Impossible. This Forbidden City used to belong to the Zhu family, but now it's half and half for each of us. Apart from your palace, I can come and go as I please in other places."

"Have you forgotten how we were chased like stray dogs by our Qing army back then?"

"Yes, my army cannot defeat yours, but where are your Eight Banners soldiers? Where are they now?"

"No matter what, my Great Qing is far superior to the Great Ming!"

"Nonsense! The Ming Dynasty is the ancestor of your Qing Dynasty. Back then, this old servant was merely the commander of the Jianzhou Guard of my Ming Dynasty. Your Aisin Gioro clan stole the throne from my Zhu family. Now, karma has come full circle. Haha, your throne has also been taken away."

……

Shunzhi's face flushed red, and he rolled up his sleeves, attempting to teach Yongli a lesson.

Yongli was originally a weak-willed person, but after experiencing the Kunming Incident and becoming a powerless emperor living in the Forbidden City, his personality changed.

He actually got a taste of the benefits of bullying Shunzhi.

Shunzhi's anger made him happy.

When Shunzhi was depressed, he was happy.

The terror and resentment of fleeing thousands of miles found full release in the Forbidden City, and the joy of avenging his great enemy was overwhelming.

"Zhu Youlang, don't you dare run away."

"Pah, go to hell with your wild boar skin."

"I'm going to kill you."

"You are not as good as your own father, not even close."

As Zhu Youlang ran, he turned back and hurled insults at her.

The eunuchs, palace maids, and guards watching were thoroughly entertained. Orders from above allowed the two deposed emperors to fight as they pleased, but no one was permitted to intervene as long as no one died.

After running for a mile, Shunzhi still couldn't catch up with Zhu Youlang. He was foaming at the mouth and his limbs were weak.

Upon seeing Consort Dong'e arrive, he quickly offered an explanation.

"I have never been good at running, and if it comes to fists and feet, he is no match for me."

……

A dozen or so feet away~
Zhu Youlang stood with his hands on his hips, loudly cursing.

"Fulin, I have traveled thousands of miles from Zhaoqing to Liuzhou, and from Liuzhou to Kunming over the years. I am a veteran who has survived countless battles. And you? You are a useless piece of trash who has spent your whole life in the palace and is used by women. Do you even deserve to fight me?"

"Dorgon is a hero, I admire him. You are a piece of trash. If it weren't for your mother selling her body, you would be nothing. Your ability to be an emperor is not even as good as mine."

Emperor Shunzhi's eyes were bloodshot.

"You scoundrel, prepare to die!"

"Oh dear, this terrifies me! Go ahead and chase after me if you dare!"

Over the years, Zhu Youlang endured hardships, sleeping in the open and living in constant fear. He was placed under house arrest by Sun Kewang, pursued by the Qing army, and threatened by civil officials. He developed both physical and mental strength.

After another fifteen minutes of running, Shunzhi still couldn't catch up.

Zhu Youlang leaned against the palace wall, panting heavily, but he could still manage. He turned around and looked at Shunzhi, who was so exhausted that he couldn't straighten his back, and laughed heartily.

“Little Tartar, how about this, you give me your beloved concubine, and the Ming and Qing dynasties will no longer be at war.” “Zhu Youlang, I curse your ancestors.”

Unable to bear the humiliation, Shunzhi mustered his remaining strength to pursue and kill.

……

Zhu Youlang had already tasted the sweetness of a spiritual victory. He ate and slept soundly every day. He wanted to anger Shunzhi to death and then seize the Forbidden City for himself, which could also be considered revenge for the late Emperor Chongzhen.

The next day.

Zhu Youlang carried a Ming Dynasty banner that he had made overnight to the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, waving the banner and shouting: "My Great Ming is here, Fulin! Where is your Great Qing?"

Inside the palace.

Shunzhi scrambled off the kang (a heated brick bed).

Lady Dong'e, with tears in her eyes, said, "Your Majesty, please don't get angry with that scoundrel."

"roll."

Emperor Shunzhi's eyes were bloodshot as he looked around, searching for a suitable tool.

Zhu Youlang was cursing wildly outside the palace.

"Fulin, you spineless bastard, come out here, come out here!"

The palace doors creaked open, and Fulin appeared, holding a wooden stick.

"Barbarians, don't go! The Qing army is coming!"

"Oh dear, you little Tartar, you've scared me to death!"

Zhu Youlang ran off with a grin, running against the wind in the morning sun, his flags fluttering in the breeze.

Shunzhi was, after all, a young man, and possessed a short-range explosive power.

The distance between them kept getting closer and closer.

Zhu Youlang glanced back and thought to himself, "I am indeed good at running away, but I am not good at fighting."

Abandon the flag!

The two chased each other from the Moon Flower Gate, the Heavenly Purity Gate, the Hall of Preserving Harmony, and the Hall of Central Harmony, until they reached the Golden Palace.

Several officers from the Zhili Green Standard Army looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What to do?"

"Who cares about the ball, let's play!"

"What if someone gets killed?"

“Perfect timing, our young master will ascend the throne as emperor.”

Hehehehehe~
A group of people watched the spectacle with smiles, unaware that the Ming and Qing emperors had already fallen from their pedestals.

……

Zhu Youlang rushed into the Golden Palace.

Fulin also chased after him into the Golden Palace.

"Zhu Youlang, you're dead."

The wooden stick came crashing down, missed, then came crashing down again~
The two began running around the pillar, panting heavily, just like Qin Shi Huang and Jing Ke.

Shunzhi exerted too much force, and the wooden stick broke in two under the weight.

Zhu Youlang, pushed to the limit, turned and threw a punch.

"Little Tartar."

"Old pighead."

The two of them began to wrestle passionately.

In the past two years, Fulin's physical strength has been severely depleted. It's hard to say whether it was due to excessive mental stress or being drained by the gentle Consort Dong'e.

Zhu Youlang gained the upper hand, riding on Fulin's back and attacking with both hands.

Bang bang bang~
Three punches!

The beating left Fulin bleeding profusely, his nose crooked, as if a soy sauce shop had been opened, with salty, sour, and spicy sauces all gushing out at once.

Fu Lin couldn't get up, so he threw the wooden stick aside and kept shouting, "Well done!"

Zhu Youlang was furious: "You little Tartar, how dare you talk back?"

Another barrage of wild punches followed.

Fu Lin was also enraged. He bit Zhu Youlang's finger and refused to let go, like a turtle's mouth meeting a turtle's fist.

Zhu Youlang let out a shrill scream.

Half an hour later~
Two conscientious officers from the Zhili Green Standard Army came in and separated the two men who were fighting.

(End of this chapter)