Time flies, and before you know it, two more days have passed.
On this day, Jia Heng was conducting official business in the official office of Beiping Mansion. The clerk reported that the newly appointed commander-in-chief of Xuanfu, Wang Ziteng, and the commander-in-chief of Jizhen, Qi Jianhui, came to Beiping Mansion and were waiting for Jia Heng to be interviewed in person.
At this moment, in the front hall, Wang Ziteng and Qi Jianhui were sitting opposite each other across a small table. The tea cups on the coffee table were steaming hot and fragrant.
Wang Ziteng looked dazed at the moment, and his mood was a bit complicated.
He had already heard that it was because of Jia Ziyu's recommendation that he could be recommended as the commander-in-chief of the Xuanfu this time. Thinking of the discord in the past, he finally sighed in his heart.
After all, the four families of King Jia Shi and Xue are connected with the same spirit, and the bones are connected with the tendons.
Nowadays, the four major families obviously respect the Jia family, as always.
After a while, with the sound of footsteps one after another, Jia Heng came down from the eaves to the hall, accompanied by Chen Xiao and the retinue of the Jinyi Palace Guards.
Although Wang Ziteng wanted to restrain himself, he couldn't help but get up, looked at the young man, and clasped fists with Qi Jianhui beside him.
Jia Heng stretched out his hand to support each other and said softly: "Two generals, quickly excuse yourself."
Then he looked at the two of them, and said in a gentler tone: "You two have submitted your reports to the Ministry of War. I think you have received them. Xuanfu and Jizhen are both important border areas. Whether you can ensure that the border defenses are not breached by the Jurchens again depends on the two of you." It’s a big responsibility on our shoulders.”
Qi Jianhui nodded and said yes.
Jia Heng said: "I know that the defense line from Xuanfu to Ji Town is long, with passes and fortresses everywhere. It is easy to attack and difficult to defend, but it must be defended even if it is difficult to defend. After the two generals arrived, they first focused on rectifying border affairs, forts, and fortresses. The passes must be clearly understood, the deployment of troops must be done in such a way that the most important ones are always the most important, and at the same time, vigilance must not be forgotten. The soldiers must be equipped with real troops and pay, and the imperial court will strictly investigate the issue of short quotas in the next two years."
After the rectification of the Beijing Camp and the Jiangnan and Jiangbei Camps, the imperial court's attitude towards short quotas was basically clear, that is, severe punishment would not be given.
As for Wang Ziteng and Qi Jianhui, who had just become border generals, this was obviously not the case. Moreover, he had to inspect the border several times from time to time every year to determine the number of troops and inspect the defense work.
The two nodded in agreement.
Jia Heng said: "That's it. A few days ago, I made a survey album of passes and fortresses in Ji Town. Later, I asked the guards of Jinyi Mansion to show it to General Qi for reference."
Qi Jianhui cupped his fists and said, "I will obey your orders."
"When General Qi arrives in Jizhen, he must also visit every pass on the spot to make sure he is well aware of it and deploy prevention and control forces according to the situation on the ground." Jia Heng warned again with a solemn expression.
If he personally takes charge of Ji Town, it will ensure that the Hu people will no longer dare to raid from Ji Town to Hebei and other places.
But he is destined to be unable to leave the central core of power.
After giving instructions to the two generals, it was almost noon and Jia Heng was about to stand up. At this moment, a guard outside said: "Captain, the angel from the capital is here."
Jia Heng looked surprised for a moment, and roughly guessed the angel's intention. Without saying a word, he went to greet the imperial edict surrounded by all the palace guards.
Sure enough, the angel came to urge Jia Heng to return to the capital, and Emperor Chongping had already urged Jia Heng to return to the capital again.
Mainly from the beginning of the war to the end of the war, it took about three or four months. The Beijing camp spent a lot of money at the border, and Emperor Chongping also wanted to meet Jia Heng to discuss the marriage.
After receiving the edict, Jia Heng ordered someone to take the tired-looking eunuch to rest. At the same time, he looked at Chen Xiao and said warmly: "Pack up and return to Beijing in the next two days."
In fact, in the past two days, people have been sent to inform Xie Zaiyi to start preparations for the withdrawal. In addition, Cai Quan and Runan Hou Weiqi from Datong were also notified.
Chen Xiao nodded and said: "There are not many soldiers and horses in the Beijing camp, and preparations have begun. What about the Chahar Mongolia in Datong?"
Jia Heng said: "We will go to Beijing together to meet the saint."
The Chahar Mongols can be said to be foreigners. This kind of sight of foreign guests from all over the world coming to court has always been a joy for the emperors of the Central Plains dynasties.
"They want to take back the old land and are still grazing in the original place. Moreover, the Han and Mongolian customs are different, so it is inconvenient to force them to merge together." Chen Xiaoxiu frowned and reminded.
The fighting power of this Mongolian cavalry is not low. If they have a foundation in the Han Dynasty, if they recruit his subordinates for him, they may be of great use in times of emergency.
In contrast, the Beijing camp may not be helpful in times of emergency.
Jia Heng said: "This is not difficult. Now that the Jurchens have withdrawn their troops in large numbers, the original Jining Haizi can graze, and their soldiers are grazing outside the cities of Datong and Xuanfu. Administrative offices are set up to divide and rule. The court can trade freely, but the tribes can The young men in the middle age will be recruited and trained as cavalry troops, and they will go out with our cavalry army in the capital of Han Dynasty."
In fact, this is also how the Qing Dynasty in parallel time and space dealt with Chahar Mongolia.
Chen Xiao nodded and said, "That's fine."
She had to think of a way, how could she help him win over Chahar Mongolia?
Jia Heng looked at Chen Xiao, with a thoughtful look on his face, and said, "Xiaoxiao, I remember that the imperial seal passed down from the Northern Yuan Dynasty is still in the hands of the Chahar Mongols. When they return to Beijing, can you please persuade them to surrender the imperial seal to surrender?"
Needless to say, the benefits of surrendering to the Han Dynasty were better than surrendering to the Manchus. At least Ezhe's mother did not have to remarry, and the old clam gave birth to pearls.
And when the jade seal passed down to the imperial court returned to the imperial court, the emperor was sure that Long Yan would be delighted.
But before that, the matter needs to be discussed with Ezhe in Taiyuan. Now that the Jurchens have withdrawn, Ezhe may have other thoughts.
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Qing Dynasty, Shengjing City
After a period of hurrying and hurrying, Dorgon and Prince Li Daishan finally returned home with their souls supported, and arrived at the majestic Shengjing City, and they couldn't help but feel sad.
At this moment, from the city gate to the street, there are Jurchens and Tatars, all wearing mourning clothes.
At this moment, the city of Shengjing was completely immersed in sadness. At the gate of the city, headed by Queen Zhezhe of the Central Palace, and beside her was Hailanzhu. This historical concubine of Emperor Taiji was depressed and ill because of the loss of her son. But at this time, both No children were born, and no children were lost.
Zhuang Fei Bumu Butai was not far away, her face under her combed hair was covered with pear blossoms and raindrops, and the tenth prince Fulin, who was leading by her side, also had tears on his face.
Accompanied by the sound of low mourning music, a golden coffin was placed on a carriage, surrounded by two bannermen with yellow flags, and approached the city gate. For a time, crying could be heard everywhere, and the surroundings were filled with the sound of crying.
Dorgon, who was riding on the horse, also turned over and dismounted at this moment, looking at the charming Bumu Butai with pear blossoms and rain, with a sense of pity in his eyes.
At this time, Zhezhe looked at Dorgon, questioning in his tearful eyes, and asked: "Fourteenth brother, what is going on with him, Your Majesty?"
Dorgon stepped forward quickly, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse and he said, "Sister-in-law, it's hard to say anything."
Zhezhe said: "How did you protect your imperial brother?"
As he said that, he looked at Hauge aside and said, "What's going on with your father?"
Before Haoge could say anything, Prince Li Daishan also came over. His white-haired and white-bearded face was full of weathered color, and he said in a gray voice: "Go to the city first, and then explain in detail."
When everything was done, Huang Taiji's coffin was placed in the Xiande Hall of the Qing Palace. White spiritual flags had already been hung around it, while the Aisin Gioro clan was kneeling around the coffin, sobbing bitterly.
Dorgon, Daishan, Jierhalang, Yue Tuo, and Hao Ge, several other Manchu and Qing clan members, gathered in the hall to the west of the mourning hall to discuss matters.
After listening to Dorgon's brief account of Huang Taiji's "death", Zhezhe's eyebrows were filled with anger and he said: "How could you let the emperor personally lead the troops to the front line? I don't know that the emperor is already over sixty years old." ?"
Everyone present was questioned and it was difficult to answer, so they just remained silent.
When Zhezhe lost his temper, Daishan said in a loud voice: "Sister-in-law, the emperor left in a hurry. Now the successor has not been decided. For the sake of the inheritance of our ancestors, we need to make a reservation early."
Zhezhe asked: "Who do you want to recommend to take over the throne and preserve the inheritance of our ancestors?"
At this time, Hauge's face was ashen and his eyes were coldly cast on Dorgon and Azig brothers.
Dorgon said: "Sister-in-law, we are still discussing this matter."
At this time, Yue Tuan made a face and calmed down his expression, and said loudly: "The Han people pay attention to the establishment of a direct descendant. It is said that the eldest king of the country is the blessing of the country. Prince Su is the eldest son of the emperor's uncle. He has also made many military achievements. Naturally, Prince Su Kecheng will be the great one. Tong, to avenge the emperor’s uncle.”
This kind of self-recommendation obviously cannot come from one's own mouth, and Yue Tuo is undoubtedly quite suitable.
Hearing this, Hauge puffed up his chest, with a look of determination in his eyes.
Azige snorted coldly and said softly: "Why does a country have a eldest king? That is the rule of the Han people. The emperor's brother was killed by the Han people. Do we have to listen to the Han people? Prince Su is arrogant and irritable. How can he look like a human king?"
In the context of the Han people, Wang is not like Renjun.
"Who are you talking about?" At this time, Hauge said angrily: "If you brothers hadn't done nothing and asked my father to go to Ping'an Prefecture to conquer by himself, how could my father have died?"
Azige said in a deep voice: "You are still making random accusations here. At that time, my fourteenth brother and I proposed to go to Ping'an Prefecture, but the emperor insisted on conquering it himself. What do you know? If you and Yue Tuo hadn't eaten in Xuanfu If the battle is defeated, why does the emperor need to go to Ping'an Prefecture?"
Hauge scolded: "Bullshit! We broke Juyongguan and marched to the gates of Peiping. It was you who instigated our father's personal expedition. Why, you have followed your brother's wishes and can become the emperor."
Azige's expression changed slightly and he said, "Shut up!"
At this moment, Zhezhe and others in the hall were also shocked, while Concubine Zhuang raised her beautiful face and looked at Dorgon with tearful eyes.
In fact, when Huang Taiji was around, the two had already secretly communicated, but Dorgon had always been intentional and not courageous, and he buried his love for his sister-in-law deeply in his heart.
Daishan glanced at Dorgon, who was frowning and silent, and shouted: "Prince Su, don't be presumptuous!"
At this moment, Jierhalang was not far away, looking up at the arguing people, his lips moved, but he didn't say a word.
This Prince Zheng had already been deprived of his status as the flag master, and because of his inability to protect Huang Taiji, he was already considered guilty among the Jurchen senior officials.
It was only because Jierhalang was a member of the clan after all that he sat aside and listened.
"The emperor's body is still cold, and you have been quarreling all the way. Will the inheritance of my ancestors of the Qing Dynasty be ruined in your hands?" Dai Shan shouted in a cold voice.
Not to mention, without Daishan as the middleman, brothers Hauge and Dorgon would have been able to meet each other and fight.
Dorgon's face was as cold as ice and he said nothing.
Hauge's face was as gloomy as ice, and he said coldly: "Anyway, no matter who becomes the emperor, it must be the flesh and blood of my father. Otherwise, my father will fight all his life and not make a wedding dress for others."
With that said, he looked at Zhezhe and said: "Mother, I think that only the flesh and blood of my father can ascend the throne. Otherwise, I can't stand up to my father who is under the Nine Springs!"
Zhezhe's eyes moved under his slender eyebrows, and he said in a clear voice: "This is what I believe. Your Majesty, he has worked so hard for the sake of the Qing Dynasty. Now that he has ended up like this, no one else is qualified to inherit the throne. They must be the emperor's biological son." Only by taking over the throne with flesh and blood can one win the hearts of the people."
As Huang Taiji's widow, she naturally has the right to speak in the clan.
Dorgon's face turned frosty as he listened to the two people's statements, and he was undecided for a moment.
Azig said with a sneer: "It doesn't matter who becomes the emperor, but Hauge cannot do it. This man has a violent temper and can even kill the person next to him. His temperament is so cold. If he becomes the emperor and treats him harshly, he will be treated harshly." He is so troubled and full of resentment, how can he be the opponent of the Yongning Marquis of Han?"
As soon as he said this, Hauge's face turned livid, and he was about to get angry, but he was glared at by Dai Shanhe on the side.
The top management of the Qing Dynasty at this moment is like a logic question in a public examination. Azig looks down on Hauge, and Hauge only recognizes the bloodline of Huang Taiji's descendants and chooses an answer that meets everyone's expectations.
But neither Dorgon nor Daishan expressed their opinions, or Dorgon himself could not say that he wanted to be emperor.
If Duduo is still alive, there is no doubt that Dorgon's power will be stronger.
Dorgon was hesitant for a moment, but just wanted to deal with it coldly, and said loudly: "Let's prepare the funeral for the emperor first. The Mongolian princes and ministers have been waiting for a while."
Bumbutai's eyes flashed, and for some reason, there was a strong throbbing in his heart. The hand holding his son Fulin beside him started to tremble a little.
If, she meant what if, if Hauge and Dorgon really couldn't come to an agreement, and both sides would suffer at every turn, then if Dorgon recommended her son Fulin to the throne, how should Hauge respond?
With this thought, Bumbutai felt his heart surge, and his legs under his skirt began to close together a little.
If her son becomes emperor, she will be the queen mother.
The most noble Queen Mother, the most noble woman in the entire Qing Dynasty.
Fulin, who was being held by Concubine Zhuang, felt his hands hurt from being pinched by nails. His small brows were furrowed into broad beans, and a trace of pain appeared on his fair, chubby little face.
Dorgon adopted the "drag" strategy and did not mention the matter again.
As a result, the first reserve discussion among the top officials of the Qing Dynasty calmed down for the time being, but a larger undercurrent was surging in it.
After the senior officials of the Qing Dynasty paid their respects one after another in front of the mourning hall, every family in the huge city of Shengjing, in the streets and alleys, shops and houses, hung filial piety to commemorate the national mourning.
In the afternoon, Taiji, Beile, and the princes of Neikalkha also came to the Xiande Hall to offer their condolences. There was a steady stream of carriages and horses, and a bustling crowd.
Sacrificial sheds were also erected on both sides of the street, and cries broke out. Some bannermen knelt down and cried bitterly, roughly saying "The emperor's kindness is not over yet, so let's make a profit."
In the palace garden, in the Xiande Hall, the hall hung with white flags was crowded for a while, and the cries were accompanied by the roll call of the chief civil servants Fan Xiandou and Deng Changchun. It seemed a bit like a "state of etiquette".
In fact, after plundering a large number of Han people, the Jurchens absorbed a lot of nutrients from Han people's etiquette and customs in their official system, clothing, and etiquette, and changed their appearance.
Of course, Jiannu was originally a vassal servant of Chen Han from the beginning.
Huang Taiji's mausoleum was built long ago. It is surrounded by pine, cypress, camphor elm, willow and other vegetation, and is also surrounded by flags with yellow flags.
Seven days of mourning and twenty-seven days of national mourning.
Although no administrative organization such as a funeral committee was established, Dorgon and Daishan also discussed a grand burial.
On this night, in the side hall next to the Xiande Hall, the night was deep. On the eaves of the corridor outside the window, the lanterns hanging were swaying in the wind, casting a cloud of orange light and shadow.
Dorgon was sitting in the palace, looking at a book in his hand, somewhat absent-mindedly.
The dispute during the day can be said to have torn apart the entire Qing Dynasty in front of Dorgon. Not only Dorgon, but also Hauge, the two have gradually become in conflict with each other.
At this moment, a woman's clear and jade-like voice came from not far away, it was Bumu Butai.
"Is Brother Fourteen in there?"
Dorgon's face paused slightly when he heard this, and he turned to look at Bumbutai. He saw a beautiful woman wearing linen and wearing mourning, holding a food box in her hand, and her jade face beneath her combed hair showed a tranquil look. Said: "Sister-in-law, why are you here?"
On Bumu Butai's plump and bright face, he said softly and softly: "I know that my fourteenth brother has been busy all day, and I think he is hungry now. Let's drink some rice soup first."
When Dorgon heard this, he felt his heart beat slightly and said quickly, "Sister-in-law, I'm not hungry."
"It's just some Tremella fungus and lotus seed soup," Concubine Zhuang said softly. She was already holding the food box of Tremella fungus and lotus seed soup and said, "Fourteenth brother, use some. The Qing Dynasty will still count on you to save people from danger in the future. How can we do this if we haven’t eaten a grain of rice today?”
As he said that, he put down the lid of the food box, took out a soup bowl, picked up a large spoon and started scooping into it, steaming out the soup.
The rolled-up sleeves revealed a white lotus-root arm. Under the reflection of the orange lights, the whiteness was like the snow of Changbai Mountain.
Especially when he whispered, a hint of snow peak under the beautiful neck jumped into his eyes, which made Dorgon feel a slight fright in his heart, and he immediately did not dare to look any further.
Dorgon glanced over, frowned slightly, his eyes were somewhat absent-minded, and said softly: "Sister-in-law, I can serve it myself."
Concubine Zhuang had already filled the soup bowl with a big spoon, and with a faint smile in her beautiful eyes under her brow, she said softly: "You should just read a book, I'll just fill it up."
As he spoke, he came closer and handed over a porcelain bowl in his hand.
Dorgon sighed, stretched out his hand to take it, and inevitably touched the soft and delicate catkin. There were ripples in his heart, and he quickly calmed down.
I drank a bowl gently, and it was sweet in the mouth, with a little freshness of lotus seeds and white fungus and a little beauty fragrance.
And when he looked up, he saw his sister-in-law looking at him with twinkling eyes. Her beautiful eyes were like a river pond about to be rippling with reeds, making Dorgon unable to help but want to indulge in it.
"If the fourteenth brother doesn't have enough to eat, I'll serve another bowl to the fourteenth brother." Bumbutai said softly.
Dorgon wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and said quickly: "Sister-in-law, I will just drink a bowl."
But Concubine Zhuang had already reached out to take the soup bowl, but it seemed that she didn't hold it firmly. The soup bowl in her hand fell to the ground with a "clack" and landed on Dorgon's lap.
"Oh, Fourteenth Brother, let me wipe this for you." As he said that, he picked up the handkerchief and wiped the water stains on Dorgon's legs.
Dorgon said: "Sister-in-law, I, I can do it myself."
When he lowered his head, he seemed to be able to see a ravine under the snowy skin, and he quickly suppressed the restlessness in his heart.
The emperor's brother's body was still cold, how could he be with the emperor's concubine...
No, she is his royal sister-in-law, and he and her are more about love than etiquette.
At this time, Concubine Zhuang's hand holding the handkerchief was trembling a little, her beautiful cheeks were slightly flushed, and her beautiful eyes were filled with moisture. As she was wiping, she could feel Dorgon's agitation and agitation.
When he raised his eyes, he looked at Dorgon's hot and restrained eyes from below.
And just when the two people looked at each other, their eyes were drawn.
At this moment, Hailanzhu, who was standing outside the window of the palace to look, had a pair of plain hands with scarred bead-studded nail polishes. He had also covered his open mouth. Under his beautiful eyebrows, there were like black gems. His eyes showed shock.
Prince Rui and Concubine Zhuang, how can they be next to the emperor's coffin? What are they doing?
However, Dorgon didn't do anything after all. He just turned his cheek to the side, calmed down, and said in a trembling voice: "Emperor's sister-in-law, I will take over my brother's wake later."
Hearing this, Concubine Zhuang licked her lips to moisten her lips, but she didn't bother and said softly: "The fourteenth brother is busy first. I'll go see Fulin."
At this moment, I suddenly woke up, my heart was in my throat, beating non-stop. I felt that my whole body was hot and my mind was numb.
The emperor is still in the hall next door. She just...
Just after the beauty had some thoughts of feeling guilty about the gods, she couldn't help but have the thought of self-persuasion in her heart.
No, she was not wrong. In order for the emperor's bloodline to ascend the throne smoothly, the emperor would smile even under the nine springs.
Such thoughts were going back and forth in my heart, and suddenly I seemed to lose my mind for a moment. With a sound of "Ouch", I seemed to twist my feet on the spot and fell towards Dorgon.
Dorgon's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he quickly reached out to hold her. Without thinking and for some reason, Concubine Zhuang was suddenly brought into his arms and her cheek was brought close to her. Dorgon was immediately at a loss.
I could smell each other's breathing, and I didn't know who was breathing more quickly.
The figures on the screen overlap.
Most likely, they are neither brothers nor human beings, it’s just that my sister-in-law is too charming.
After a while, Dorgon calmed down and looked at the beauty with sparkling eyes and cheeks as red as rouge. He quickly let go of Concubine Zhuang and turned away.
Concubine Zhuang acted as if nothing had happened. She silently packed up the food boxes on the table, straightened her clothes, and headed outside the palace.
After Concubine Zhuang left, Dorgon calmed down, looked at the main hall, and sighed heavily.
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(End of chapter)
