Autumn in Liaodong is always fast and urgent. Almost in the blink of an eye, the yellow leaves begin to fall.
Huang Taiji's body was hunched, huddled in the thick fur, looking greedily at the vast world outside the window.
It was a land he had galloped and conquered countless times, but now, he felt that he no longer had the power to control it.
"Ahem, the windows in Xia Kingdom are really good. I heard that even ordinary people can afford them there. But here, the palace is reluctant to replace them all."
"The Emperor has a clear vision of thousands of miles and is unparalleled in martial arts. He can only take a few years at most. What's Xia's is ours."
Jirharang stood by and said complimentary words.
Huang Taiji didn't smile at all.
Your own body knows best.
He could no longer feel heat or cold and had been unable to eat for five days. All this told him that his life had come to an end.
This country is so beautiful, I really can’t bear to leave 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 never had a battlefield duel with Zuo Menggeng. He and I are the only heroes in the world. I am about to die, but he is still young. God... is so unfair to us Manchus!"
Jierhalang couldn't hold it back, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Of course he knew what Huang Taiji would mean to the Manchus once he died.
None of the others can compare with this emperor.
But if destiny is like this, what can you do?
"Prince Zheng, who can take over?"
A fatal question.
Jierhalang quickly knelt down, terrified.
"Only the Emperor Qiangang has the sole discretion to achieve great things for a long time. I... I dare not say anything."
Just kidding, how dare he get involved in such a big matter as the 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 except a helpless lament.
When his life comes to an end, what worries him the most is 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."
Bu Mu Butai came up and ordered the eunuch to push Huang Taiji back to the bed.
This is a young and beautiful woman.
If their names hadn't been determined, her relationship with Huang Taiji would have been more like that of father and daughter than husband and wife.
But not only are they a couple, they 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 Jilharang away, Bumbutai seemed to be chatting and said something like this.
But at such a critical moment, how could there be any small talk?
Jierhalang hadn't even left the palace yet, and he gradually came back to his senses. Suddenly looking back at the harem, he suddenly smiled knowingly.
Dorgon, Hauge, do you understand the principle of the conflict between the snipe and the clam and the fisherman's gain?
On the ninth day of August in the sixteenth year of Chongzhen, Huang Taiji died suddenly in the palace, without even having time to issue an edict to pass the throne.
With the death of Huang Taiji, the situation within the Manchu Qing Dynasty immediately became serious.
Dorgon and Hauge were both heavily armed and eyeing the throne.
Dorgon fought for many years, made outstanding achievements, had a high reputation, and had a large number of supporters.
Although Hauge is a junior, he is Huang Taiji's eldest son, so he has the support of the Zhenglan Banner under his own control and the two yellow flags of Huang Taiji's direct lineage.
"Hmph, many generals of Xianglan Banner also show their loyalty. I wonder what Dorgon can do to fight me?"
"Since ancient times, there is no exception for sons to inherit their father's inheritance. Dorgon's foreign ministers are competing for the great treasure, which is really treason. Your Majesty, please rest assured that the servants are already in contact with the two red flags. As long as the two red flags are willing to join forces, Dorgon will definitely lose. .”
Hauge's house has been extremely lively recently.
Ministers and generals from all walks of life came to visit and expressed their allegiance.
Seeing that the battle on his side was getting stronger and stronger, Hauge couldn't help but feel proud.
"Master, we are far from celebrating. In my opinion, if you are not careful, you may lose everything."
When Hauge was feeling proud, Fan Ji poured cold water on him. He was furious on the spot and immediately whipped him with a whip.
"How dare you, a dog slave, destroy my prestige and raise others' ambitions?"
Fan Ji was in unbearable pain from being slapped, rolling around on the ground, and quickly expressed his feelings.
"Master Mingjian, this slave is afraid that the two yellow flags will not be stable!"
Hauge was stunned when he heard this and stopped whipping.
"Obai and the others have already formed a blood-based alliance and are sworn to stand by my side, so what's the point of instability?"
Fan Ji ignored the pain of his skin being torn apart and quickly analyzed it for Hauge.
"The people of the Two Yellow Banners only advocated establishing the son of the late emperor as emperor, but the son of the late emperor is not only the master!"
Hauge was faintly angry.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who else is my father's son besides me? Those brats from Fulin? What qualifications do they have to compete with me?"
Fan Ji felt really tired when he saw that he hadn't realized the danger yet.
"The other princes, no matter their merits and abilities, are certainly not enough to compete with the master. But by making them emperor, the master can not compete with Prince Rui."
Hauge stopped talking.
He needed to digest this.
Although his mind is not very good, he still knows that what Fan Ji said makes sense.
Now the outside world is focusing on him and Dorgon for the position, as if the outcome is only between the two.
But he also knew clearly that in terms of strength, he would be inferior to Dorgon.
If the fight continues like this, neither he nor Dorgon will be able to win.
But a country cannot live without a king for a day, and other people will certainly not be able to accept the long-term struggle between the two.
The most terrible thing is that if Dorgon sees that the fight for the throne is hopeless, he may turn around and support other princes.
Anyway, in Dorgon's mind, as long as the person who becomes the emperor is not Hauge, maybe he can really accept it.
If that happens, wouldn't he be able to gain nothing?
"Although Prince Zheng intends to favor his master, he cannot be said to be a minister of the emperor. If other princes besides the master were to take the throne, I guess Prince Zheng would not disagree. Master, we are really standing on the edge of a cliff!"
Fan Ji's sincere words made Hauge's hair stand on end, and he was filled with fear.
"Come on, invite Dorobel, Yibai and others over."
Not long after, Abatai, Yibai and other major figures from the Zhenglan Banner hurried over. Seeing Hauge's solemn expression, they all knew something had changed.
"Although this slave is daring, he always makes sense. If it really comes to that point, how should we deal with it?"
Everyone in Zhenglan Banner was shocked. They never thought that a good situation would be in danger in the blink of an eye.
