Ming Zuo

Autumn in Liaodong is always fast and urgent. Almost in the blink of an eye, the yellow leaves begin to fall.

Huang Taiji hunched over, huddled in the thick fur, and looked greedily at the vast world outside the window.

That was the land he had galloped and conquered countless times, but now, he already felt that he no longer had the power to control it.

"Ahem, Xia Guo's windows are so good. I heard that even ordinary people can afford them over there. But here, the palace is reluctant to replace them all."

"The emperor sees thousands of miles, and is brave and unparalleled. In a few years at most, Xia Guo's is ours."

Jierharang was by the side, saying compliments.

Huang Taiji didn't smile at all.

Your body knows best.

He no longer feels hot or cold, and has been unable to eat for five days.All this is telling him that his life has come to an end.

This country is so beautiful, I really can't bear it!

Huang Taiji finally understood why Qin Shihuang was so determined and persistent in finding a way to live forever.

If reason hadn't told him that there was no immortality in this world, he would have wanted to try it.

"The biggest regret in my life is that I have never faced Zuo Menggeng on the battlefield. He is the only hero in the world. I am about to die, but he is still young. God...how unfair to us Manchus!"

Jierharang couldn't hold back, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Of course he knew what Huang Taiji's death would mean to Man Qing.

The rest of the people can't compare with this emperor.

But what is the destiny like this, what can we do?
"Prince Zheng, tell me, who can take over?"

A deadly question.

Jierhalang quickly fell to his knees, terrified.

"Only the emperor can decide the great cause of the future, and the minister... the minister dare not comment."

Just kidding, how dare he meddle in such a big matter of succession to the throne?
Huang Taiji doesn't need to look back, he knows Jierhalang's performance.

This left him with nothing but endless sadness besides a helpless lament.

When his life came to an end, what worried him most was who should hand over the huge country.

Dorgon, Hauge...

One name after another flashed through his mind, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

"Your Majesty, the time has come, it's time to go back and rest."

Bumbutai came up and ordered the eunuch to push the little bed and send Huang Taiji back to the bed.

This is a young and beautiful woman.

If it weren't for the established names, the relationship between her and Huang Taiji would be more like a father and daughter than a husband and wife.

But they are not only husband and wife, but also have a child.

Now, the man who held up the sky is about to fall.

As a mother, a woman has to start thinking about her children.

"Prince Zheng, you are an old man. No matter what, the emperor's heirs must be preserved, and the emperor must not be disappointed."

When sending Jierhalang away, Bumbutai seemed to be chatting and said something.

But at such a critical moment, how can there be small talk?
Ji Erhalang's footsteps had not yet left the palace, and he gradually came to his senses.Looking back suddenly, looking at the harem, he suddenly smiled knowingly.

Dorgon, Hauge, do you really understand the truth of the fight between the snipe and the clam, and the fisherman's profit?
On the ninth day of August in the 16th year of Chongzhen, Huang Taiji died suddenly in the palace, before he even had time to issue an edict to pass on the throne.

With Huang Taiji's death, the situation inside the Manchu Qing Dynasty immediately became severe.

Dorgon and Hauge are all gearing up, eyeing the throne.

Dorgon has fought for many years, has made outstanding achievements, has a high reputation, and has a large number of supporters.

Although Haoge is a junior, he is Huang Taiji's eldest son, so he has the support of Zhenglan Qi and Huang Taiji's direct descendant Lianghuang Qi under his own control.

"Hmph, many generals of the Xianglan Banner also expressed their loyalty. What do I think Dorgon is fighting against me?"

"Since ancient times, there has been no exception for a son to inherit his father's business. Dorgon's foreign ministers competed for the great treasure, which is really treasonous. Please rest assured, the servants are already in contact with the two red flags. As long as the two red flags are willing to come over, Dorgon will undoubtedly lose .”

Hauge's residence has been extremely lively recently.

Ministers and generals from all walks of life came to the door one after another, expressing their allegiance one after another.

Seeing his side getting stronger and stronger, Hauge couldn't help feeling proud.

"Master, it's far from the time for us to celebrate. According to this slave, if you make a careless move, you may lose everything."

When Hauge was proud, Fan Ji poured cold water on him. He was furious on the spot, and immediately whipped him.

"You dog slave, how dare you destroy Lao Tzu's prestige and uplift others' ambition?"

Fan Ji was in unbearable pain from being whipped, rolled all over the floor, and quickly expressed his feelings.

"Master Mingjian, the slave is afraid that the two yellow flags will not be stable!"

Hauge was taken aback when he heard the words, and stopped his whip.

"Oboi and the others have made an alliance with blood and swore to stand on my side, so what's the matter?"

Fan Ji didn't care about the pain, so he quickly analyzed it for Hauge.

"The people of the Two Yellow Banners only advocate the establishment of the late emperor's son as the emperor, but the late emperor's son is not only the master!"

Hauge was faintly angry.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who else is the father's son besides me? Fulin those brats? What right do they have to compete with me?"

Seeing that he hadn't realized the danger, Fan Ji was really tired.

"Of course the other princes are not enough to compete with the master regardless of their merits and abilities. But making them emperors can prevent the master from competing with Prince Rui."

Hauge stopped talking.

He needs to digest the words well.

Although his mind is not very good, he also knows that what Fan Ji said makes sense.

Now the outside world is focusing on him and Dorgon, as if the outcome is only between the two.

But he also knew in his heart that in terms of real strength, he was inferior to Dorgon.

If the fight continued like this, neither he nor Dorgon could win.

But a country cannot be without a king for a day, and others must not accept the long-term struggle between the two.

The most terrible thing is that if Dorgon sees that there is no hope of contending for the throne, he might turn around and support other princes.

Anyway, in Dorgon's thinking, as long as the emperor is not Hauge, maybe he can really accept it.

If that happens, won't he get nothing?
"Although Prince Zheng intends to favor his master, it cannot be said that he is a courtier of the emperor. If other princes take the throne besides the master, I guess Prince Zheng will not disagree. Master, we have really stood on the edge of a cliff!"

Fan Ji's earnest words made Hauge's hair stand on end, and he was terrified.

"Come on, invite Dorobeile, Ibai and the others over."

Not long after, Abatai, Yibai and other main figures of Zhenglanqi rushed over. Seeing Hauge's solemn expression, they all knew that something had changed.

"Although this slave is bold and reckless, he has always been reasonable. If it really comes to that point, how should we deal with it?"

Everyone in Zhenglan Banner was astonished, they never thought that the good and good situation would be in jeopardy in the blink of an eye.