"This will make it clear!" Fu Yin'er rubbed his hands in excitement, "Everyone wants to save face. It would be embarrassing to kowtow and bow down to an ordinary person forever..."
"If you directly admit that you are loyal to someone for money and power, you will be despised by others, which is very embarrassing!"
"What should I do? I want to be a slave, but I don't want to bear the reputation of being criticized... After thinking about it, let's demystify the superior!"
"We subordinates take the initiative to spread rumors and come up with stories... so that the superiors can rely on gods and Buddhas!"
"Whether the unicorn reincarnates or the gods and Buddhas descend, it doesn't matter if the dragon gives birth to nine sons and he is the tenth... When this superior person was born, his parents dreamed of a complete set of the Classic of Mountains and Seas!"
"It's useless to tell this kind of story once, but if you tell it ten thousand times, it's true! The key is that the higher-ups like to hear it. This kind of bizarre myth can help him stabilize the court!"
"One is a false love, and the other is a sincere love. As you sing and sing with the emperors and generals in this history book, it becomes more and more mysterious!"
"With the sense of mystery, now all the people who seek refuge will have a hat to hide their shame!"
"They will say, I am not kowtowing to mortals... that is the emperor, that is the real dragon, or that this is the Xiao Clan!"
"With such words at the bottom, they kowtowed with extra force and a special sense of justice!"
Fu Yin'er glanced at Fu Hui, "My dear, don't blame me. I'm afraid you followed the same routine when the Qing Dynasty settled in the pass!"
"The Eight Banners brought the Shaman Immortal Family into the pass. Naturally, there will be countless people preaching to you about the legitimacy, saying that the Ming Dynasty should be destroyed, and King Chuang should also be destroyed... The Qing Dynasty is in compliance with the destiny of heaven, and the Aisin Gioro family is the real dragon!"
"Is that so? I guess so... Even if you don't do this, those cynical capitulation factions will deliberately spread these rumors, because only by praising the Aisin Gioro family as gods can they and the capitulation faction Kowtow and cut your braids with peace of mind!"
Fu Hui has actually forgotten her bloodline for a long time. Ever since Cixi assassinated her, Fu Hui has lost all family ties with the Eight Banners.
Not only was she not angry, but she smiled happily and said, "Good boy, you have finally figured out the trick, and my aunt did not teach you in vain!"
"It's just like what you said. The Han cynics are so skilled at doing this... What they want is to be promoted and rich and find women to enjoy. It doesn't matter whether they have bodies, hair, skin, or whatever they want from their parents. They will still shave their heads!"
"Of course they knew that those who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty would be scolded and stabbed in the back... Therefore, they were more willing to give the emperor a myth. Only by praising the Qing Dynasty higher would their surrender be more It makes sense!”
"The guilt they feel towards their ancestors will be reduced a lot!"
"Hmph...a bunch of cynics. No wonder my father never liked them. They are really just a bunch of dogs! Why are there so few hard-nosed Confucian scholars like Wen Tianxiang?" Fu Yin'er said harshly.
"I don't want any bullshit legend of the Xiao Clan! I want to be capable and have the true ability to govern the country. I don't want the blessing of such mysterious things!"
"Haha... ok, ok, Fu Yin'er is ambitious, Yuan Zhe, you can only see from a distance..." Fu Hui held him in her arms and said softly, "But kid, don't be so serious. You can't fight against human nature." of!"
"What if they just believe it? Can you dig out their hearts, wash them and stuff them back again? It's impossible..."
"More importantly, spreading the myth of the Xiao family is actually beneficial to them. If you brainwash yourself, you will be more loyal to you in the future!"
"Why are you going against the trend? Just like Ito, the Fuso nation is too small. Being small means being small-minded and having a small structure. In the future, you may do irrational things for the sake of small profits!"
"Of course, at that time he must have felt that this small profit was a huge benefit!"
"I am also a barbarian. What you Han people call barbarians... I understand the national characteristics of these small countries and few people very well. They really do not have the broad world view of the Han people. The only difference is this!"
"Don't! Auntie is not a barbarian. If she were a barbarian, then barbarian would become a compliment, and our Chinese vocabulary would have to be revised..." Fu Yin'er said anxiously.
"Haha... Damn it, I don't care about getting scolded. You have died several times, do you still care about your reputation?"
"You... don't get hung up on this legend of the Xiao Clan. Don't abuse it, don't use it, don't admit it, and don't deny it..."
"Sometimes in this world, being confused is the best thing..."
Just when Fu Hui was teaching Fu Yin'er, Fu Hui suddenly shut up, and her face turned pale in the middle of her words. Fu Yin'er didn't know what was going on, but suddenly Fu Hui let go. he.
"Ugh..." Fu Hui suddenly started retching and tried to vomit into the spittoon but couldn't.
"What's wrong? Madam, what's wrong with you? Call the doctor quickly..." Fu Yin'er suddenly became confused.
"No... really no need. Auntie is fine. Maybe she ate too much fish last night and has a bad appetite... Fuyin'er, please take a nap. Auntie can go back and rest..."
Fuhui stopped class midway, and, surrounded by Qingwen and others, left the 'Little East Palace' in a small sedan chair and quickly disappeared into the lush gardens.
Fu Yin'er scratched his head in confusion, "What's wrong, ma'am? You ate too much raw fish last night, are you still feeling nauseous at noon today? Huh, I'm going to severely punish those unscrupulous cooks in the kitchen. Is the fish not fresh?"
Fu Hui's people surrounded her and quickly returned to the mansion. The Head of State's Palace occupies a very large area, basically the same area as Prince Gong's Palace, and the distance between the buildings is quite far.
Fuhui vomited a few more times along the way, and Qingwen asked in a low voice, "Madam...are you...are you...happy? Counting the days, the master was gentle with you more than two months ago...I pinched you on the right day." It’s a good day!”
Fu Hui shook her head, "I don't know either, I really don't know... Don't make it public, go to Doctor Huang, I believe him now!"
Fu Hui didn't know that behind them, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her!
"Miss... Miss, something's wrong! Something's wrong..." A Chou rushed into Huniu's bedroom and shouted.
Huniu was lying on the bed taking a nap, but she was woken up immediately. When she saw it was A Chou, she suppressed her anger and said, "What are you doing! You were so surprised!"
"Oh... Miss, something serious has happened, do you still have the heart to sleep?"
A Chou lay next to Huniu's ear and said, "My eyeliner reported to me that when Fu Hui was teaching the prince, he suddenly started retching..."
"Ah!" Hu Niu sat up in shock as soon as she heard this. "Retching! Are you sure?"
"It's absolutely true. Later, when my men peeped over, Fuhui vomited several times in Liangzhao along the way! He must have been overjoyed! Damn it, Dr. Huang's medicine worked!"
Huniu herself didn't know how much force she used on her hands, but Concubine Xiang's bamboo fan made a big hole in her!
