Prince Chongzhen

Chapter 513 Urgent news from Shanhaiguan!

September 24
Beijing. Prince Li's Palace
This mansion originally belonged to the emperor's father-in-law Zhou Kui, and became Daishan's residence after the Qing army entered the pass.

For ordinary people, this house covering nearly ten hectares would be enough, but since Daishan was at the pinnacle of power in the Qing Dynasty, such regulations seemed a bit petty.

Therefore, when he first entered the Pass, he planned to expand it, at least to build it into a top-level prince's palace divided into three parts: central, eastern, and western.

But things in this world are always unpredictable.

The Qing Dynasty, which was once as prosperous as a raging fire, seemed to be following the old path of Li Zicheng, and Daishan's health was getting worse day by day.

Under such circumstances, the originally huge plan was shelved, and by this time even Daishan himself might have forgotten about it.

"Your Majesty, Prince Zheng is here."

"Cough cough cough."

After a violent coughing fit, Daishan waved his hand towards the inside with difficulty. Seeing this, the family member hesitated for a moment before going out to pass on the message. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall for a long time before he recovered from the shock in his stomach.

A moment later, footsteps were heard.

As soon as Jirgalang stepped into the house, he saw Daishan, whose face was pale. He then looked around and saw Daishan, who had drunk half of the medicine. Then he frowned and asked, "Didn't you say you had a slight cold? How did you become so sick?"

To put it bluntly, he came today to see what this old fox was up to.

In the final analysis, Daishan has given people the impression over the past few decades that he is insidious and irresponsible.

Now Dorgon was leading his troops to confront the Southern Dynasty, and the supplies that the court could send were getting less and less. With these two factors combined, Jirgalang thought that Daishan chose to stay at home on the pretext of illness in order to evade responsibility.

But who would have thought that after just one meeting, even Jirgalang, a layman, knew that Daishan's claim of illness was not fake, and he immediately felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

To be honest, he looked down on Daishan.

Not only did this fellow have an unclear relationship with the Queen Abahai in his early years, but he also abused Shuotuo and Yuetuo, his two sons born to his ex-wife, for a long time due to the slander of his second wife.

Even though he was extremely outstanding in military, political and domestic affairs, Jirgalang still had no desire to deal with him.

With this understanding, Jirgalang should not have had too many emotions because of Daishan's serious illness, but the current Qing Dynasty is like Daishan. It is better to say that his emotions were caused by Daishan rather than by the scene.

"sit down."

"Ah."

Daishan pointed at the stool beside the couch, and Jirgalang was no longer polite.

However, seeing the other party's expression, the words he had prepared earlier were of no use. Coupled with the influence of his emotions, Prince Zheng, who had taken the initiative to visit, fell silent.

"I really can't do it this time."

"Don't talk nonsense. Let the imperial physician take a look tomorrow. Maybe he will be fine after taking two doses of medicine."

Daishan knew why Jirgalang came, and when he saw that the other party had fallen silent, he took the initiative to change the subject.

According to common sense, he should have responded with at least a few words to the comfort of the visitor, but for some reason, Daishan waved his hands helplessly before Jirgalang could finish his words.

Then the other party fell silent again, and he spoke weakly.

"Thinking back to when we first entered the Pass, everyone was full of high spirits. Even I, who was half buried in the earth, had some thoughts." Daishan paused here, as if he was recalling the glory when he had swept the world. He was also too ill to say more: "These are all fate, but there is no need to say much. The key is what decision to make next to keep the flame of war alive." Hearing this, Jirgalang was stunned.

He had been the regent prince for nearly a year, and was certainly not a reckless man who only knew how to fight wars. It was just that several of Nurhaci's brothers of the same generation were all deep-minded people, which made him seem a step slow in everything, as if he was stupid.

But then again, how could an ordinary person be able to survive Nurhaci for so many years?

As soon as Daishan uttered the second half of the sentence, he already understood the other party's thoughts.

After all, it is sheer wishful thinking to think of conquering the world given the current situation.

The best option is to exit Shanhaiguan like the previous times.

But this level is not so easy to retreat.

Indeed, when the Qing Dynasty first came into contact with Wu Sangui, everyone from top to bottom just wanted to take advantage of the civil strife in the Ming Dynasty to make a big move. No one ever expected to sweep the country with a population of one million.

But as the situation changed, everyone's thoughts were also constantly changing. After defeating Li Zicheng, the weakness of the Han people was fully demonstrated, and everyone's mentality underwent a huge change.

The change in mentality is naturally accompanied by a change in interest demands. Anyone who damages everyone's interests will be punished.
With this understanding, even those who stood at the highest positions in the Qing court knew that they should cut their losses in time, but after several discussions, no one dared to suggest retreating outside the Great Wall.

Is it really impossible?

After thinking for a while, a guess came to Jirgalang's mind. Then he glanced at Daishan's face inadvertently, and his mood immediately became gloomy.

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"You are the only one holding on to the capital now, so you have to make a decision soon."

Under the current circumstances, Jirgalang should have agreed, but he had been dealing with Daishan for so many years and had been fooled by him more than once.

Even if it was true that "a dying man speaks good words", he couldn't help but think twice in his heart, and the words changed when they came to his lips.

"We have finally assembled an army, and Henan is also beneficial to our army. If we withdraw without fighting, I am afraid we will not be able to explain ourselves."

Hearing this, Daishan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Back then, he watched his father Khan and Jirgalang's father turn against each other, and later watched his eldest brother being killed by his father Khan.

At that time, he knew that as the interests in his hands expanded, the original slight contradictions would be infinitely magnified, and he would even be willing to find some minor charges and give up the qualification to compete for the Khan position.

At this point, Jirgalang was still cautious about his last words. He was lamenting the horror of interests.

"I heard that Hauge is planning to make jerky?"

"Ah."

After a moment's silence, Daishan suddenly moved.

Seeing this, Jirgalang wanted to lend a hand, but the other party took out several memorials from the inside of the bed and said: "You can see that the Emperor is planning to kill us. Even if Hauge turns all the people in Shaanxi into jerky, it will not help."

As Daishan spoke, he handed over the memorial in his hand. After taking a breath, he continued, "I can't survive this anyway, so I'll let the evildoers be."

Following Daishan's words, Jirgalang finally dispelled his doubts, but before the other party could finish his words, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard outside the room.

"Your Majesty! Urgent news from Shanhaiguan!"

(End of this chapter)