Chapter 3 Chapter 1 Those sad and beautiful past events in the depths of Dajin

Tiancong six years (1632) autumn.Shengjing Miyagi. In the Ten Kings Pavilion, the generals of the Eight Banners and Gu Shan Ezhen sat silently according to their grades, and each had a cup of top-quality Tieguanyin from the Central Plains in front of them. The little school serving tea knelt in front of the music building and fanned the fire of the small red clay stove desperately. The strange silence made even a small tea slave like him feel uneasy.This is already the second course of tea, but the two kings and eight banners are all sitting upright in their own pavilions, and no one speaks.Even the bells on the eaves of the Phoenix Tower were silent, and when they were shaken occasionally, there was no sound.

The water gradually boiled, and when the fish's eyes passed by and the crab's eyes were born, Xiao Xiao secretly raised his eyes from the scent of tea, and quickly glanced at the ten kings.Those were all heroic and meritorious Manchurian warriors, the royal family with the noblest blood and the most prominent status among the Eight Banners, but now they looked like a group of Central Plains scholars waiting for papers to be handed out in the imperial examination room. Staring at the Dazheng Palace in front of him, there was no sound—on weekdays, this is the time when Huang Taiji is in charge of the account and the busiest time for official affairs, but now, because of Huang Taiji's illness, the palace is empty. Empty, more and more set off the fullness of the Shiwang Pavilion.

The Ten Kings Pavilion is actually the incarnation of ten tents, born out of the earliest Manchu tent system.However, since Huang Taiji succeeded to the throne, the situation where the Eight Banners governed the government together has gradually become abolished, and the Ten Kings Pavilion has become useless. Occasionally when people gather to discuss matters, only Huang Taiji's voice can be heard. Everyone is used to the practice of letting him make decisions and preside over all government affairs.But since he returned from the wounded in the Chahar battlefield, he no longer sits in the Chongzheng Hall to act arbitrarily, but re-appoints the Eight Banners to co-regent in the Shiwang Pavilion, which makes everyone hesitate and forget what to do.

The water was rolling "fluttering", and it was already boiled old. The little school had to bite the bullet and lift the pot, kneeling to refill the tea in each prince's cup.Those princes had nothing to do, when they saw Xiaoxiao pouring tea, they all stared at him without blinking their eyes, as if they wanted to find some flaws in the tea.How could the small school stand up to such stares, in the deathly silence, the sound of "ding dong" water seemed abrupt and loud, and every time he finished pouring a cup of tea, his trembling became more intense, and he bowed to the knees to salute the prince Daishan When sitting in front of the seat, he was so nervous that he was about to cry, but when pouring tea, a few drops of water splashed out and landed on the back of Daishan's hand.

Daishan shook his hands, the little principal was so frightened that he immediately dropped the water bottle, and kowtowed on all fours.The teapot fell to the ground with a "bang", and the boiling water splashed everywhere, quickly flooding Xiaoxiao's lap clothes.The little principal resisted, but still kowtowed desperately, forgetting to even beg for mercy. Everyone was startled by the sudden sound at first, but they couldn't help but find it funny when they saw Xiao Xiaoxiao's distraught appearance.Daishan was the first to burst out laughing, and the rest of the kings immediately followed suit, laughing loudly together.

The tea slave was baffled by the laughter, raised his head and stared blankly at Daishan, who casually threw a piece of silver to him, and said, "Go down and change your clothes, and ask a doctor to see if you have any burns. Pass on my orders, pick a pretty girl to serve tea, and don't tell me to see you clumsy again and make people angry." But the way he spoke, he really didn't look angry.The little school was overjoyed, and quickly kowtowed on all fours, happily took the silver and went. Laughing out of the excuse made the generals of the Eight Banners look a lot more relaxed. Prince Li Daishan seized this opportunity and took the lead in speaking: "Brothers haven't sat together for a long time to discuss matters, and they are all unfamiliar. But King Khan was injured. Now that he is recuperating, it is impossible to say, we have to share some for him, at least not to make any mistakes...Let’s talk about the results of this battle first. The enemy, charged outside the battle, and made a special contribution. He has quick eyes and quick hands, and he used the skills of a sharpshooter to save Da Khan from a crisis. If it weren't for his arrow, Da Khan would be in danger this time. Therefore, I suggest to reward Prince Rui .”

Daishan, the second son of the former emperor Nurhachi, was named the head of the Four Great Baylors. He is highly respected, has countless achievements, and holds two red flags.As early as the Nurhachi era, he had been participating in the regent's administration. In terms of qualifications and prestige, he ranked first among the ministers and members of the royal family. When he spoke, everyone agreed. "It should be, it should be, Prince Rui contributed a lot to this great victory, and no one can match it." "And Doduo, who also showed bravery in this battle..."

"Prince Su Hauge's contribution is not small..." It is always easy to judge meritorious deeds and set rewards. The ministers flattered each other, and gradually the conversation became full of enthusiasm. But in the heart of the central figure in the discussion—Prince Rui Dorgon, he was not happy.God knows how much he was looking forward to Huang Taiji's death, so much that his eyes were tearing apart.However, he saved him with his own hands. Because of instinct.The instinct of a samurai. In the entire Eight Banners of Manchuria, no one can be more like a warrior than him. His riding, archery, knives, and swords are all first-class. Huang Taiji is not inferior, and he is even better in employing people well and planning strategies.

His unparalleled arrow skills made him a hero myth on the grassland, and his extraordinary handsomeness made all the Manchurian girls crazy.Wherever he went, there would be reverent applause from the boys and passionate screams from the girls. He is the one who should be sweating profusely. However, when his father Nurhachi passed away, he lost to his elder brother Huang Taiji just because he was young, and he watched his mother Ulanara being forced to death. That tragic scene became an eternal nightmare throughout his childhood and youth. He will never forget that that day was the eleventh day of the eighth month in the eleventh year of Tianming (AD 1626).

His father, Nurhachi, the "Destiny of the Golden Kingdom Khan", passed away in the Dazheng Hall. Before he died, he called the four great Beile Daishan, Amin, Mang Gurtai, and Huang Taiji to him, and left his last words: "I After death, Daishan will be the regent for the time being, and when the fourteenth son grows up, he will be passed on to him. In order to prevent the great concubine Ulanara from intervening in politics, let her accompany me to the underground." Nurhachi married 16 concubines in his life, and Ulanara was the eldest concubine, who gave birth to him three sons, Azige, Dorgon, and Duoduo.Although the eldest son Azige is brave and good at fighting, he is impulsive and reckless, not enough to become a great weapon; the youngest son Duoduo is deep in the city, studious and polite, but he is weak in writing; The sharpest knight and handsomest Baylor on the steppe.It can be said that it will be a matter of course for him to inherit the position of Khan, and everyone expects it.

However, the price for the son's ascension to the throne is his mother's death to the underworld. What kind of deal is this? The will was relayed by the great Belle Daishan.Ulanara's mother and son were stunned.Dorgon hugged his mother and shouted frantically: "No! Don't! I don't want my mother to die!" Dai Shan knelt on the ground for a long time, exchanging tears: "The son is the crown prince, and the mother is bestowed with death. Back then, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty killed Gou Yi and passed on the throne to his son. It was a last resort choice. Dafu Jin, for the fourteenth brother In the future, I ask you to agree." Ulanara cried, cried and cried, and laughed again: "Really? My son is going to inherit the Khan throne, and Dorgon is going to be the Great Khan of the Kingdom of Jin, right?" She hugged her son and cried again He laughed again: "Dorgon, you're going to sweat profusely, aren't you?" A tragic emotion suddenly ran through Dorgon's body, and he cried like crazy: "No! Don't! I don't want to be sweaty! I want Erniang to live!" Ulanara let go of his son, looked at Daishan steadfastly, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Big Beile, why do you think the Great Khan let me be buried?" "That's for the fourteenth brother." Bei Shan muttered. "No! No!" The mother suddenly laughed strangely, shaking her head desperately, the hair fell loose, the pearl hairpin fell off, and the tears also fell down: "You are wrong, Daishan, he wants me to die, It’s not that you don’t worry about me teaching Dorgon badly, it’s that you don’t worry about it.” Daishan's expression changed in shock, he stepped back a few steps, he had to grab the bow hanging from the corner of the tent so as not to fall: "Da Fujin, don't say that." "But this is the truth, isn't it?" The mother approached Daishan, still with that inexplicable and weird smile on her face, "He has always been worried, and has always thought that I have an affair with you, so he wants me to accompany you even if he dies. It is to avoid "the father dies, the son, the wife, and the stepmother". He is unwilling to let you get me, so he wants me to die. After I die, he can rest assured that he will hand over the throne to you and Dorgon. This is the truth, right? " Dai Shan sat down, his face turned pale in an instant, and big beads of sweat rolled down. The mother also knelt down slowly, stretched out her hand to caress Daishan's thick stubble with infinite pity, and said a very strange sentence, which Dorgon could not understand after many years—she stared at Daishan with tears in her eyes. Shan, said with a smile: "It's really wronged, if I knew I was going to die today, I should have..." The mother didn't finish speaking, she threw herself into Daishan's arms and burst into tears.That crying seeped into the night, making the night in Shengjing extraordinarily deep. Dorgon looked at them in confusion and shock, and a very special feeling rose in his young heart, which was somewhat sad, sacred, peaceful, and painful.Then he fell asleep.When he woke up, he saw that Daishan hadn't left yet, and had been hugging his mother tightly, and they sat hugging like that for a whole night. He will never know what his mother said to Daishan that night, is it an unfulfilled wish, is it Tuogu's order, is it the resentment of his early death?Or, she didn't say anything, just sat tightly and silently with him all night, illuminating the last moments of her life with each other's warmth. When the first ray of morning light entered the tent, the soldiers brought the funeral gowns and asked the mother to change and go to the hall. The emerald and emerald phoenix crown was placed on the table, Daishan's face turned pale, and there was a look of pain in his eyes.But the mother seemed very calm, as if nothing had happened, she called the maid to fetch water to wash her face, combed her long hair neatly, and sat in front of the dressing table to apply makeup meticulously, as if she had never dressed up so seriously in her life. Even when we got married, we never took it so seriously.What is a wedding compared to death?When she got married, she didn't know Nurhachi, let alone her future destiny.But it is different now. Now, she, a dying person, has clearly seen the coming of death when she was alive, and unexpectedly greeted the unexpected arrival of the god of love on the eve of the solemn arrival of the god of death.The husband she once loved wants her to die with her, the lover she's been secretly in love with has just embraced her, and the son she loves forever is about to ascend the Khan throne, what more could she want?She is not bad.She has made all the preparations and can face death calmly. She carefully arranged the phoenix crown in front of the mirror, then turned her head and asked with a smile, "Son, is Erniang beautiful?" Dorgon replied loudly: "Beautiful. Erniang is as beautiful as a fairy Fogulun." Fairy Fogulun is the most beautiful and noble goddess in the eyes of the Manchus.It is said that a long time ago, when there was no concept of human beings in the world, three fairies came from the top of Changbai Mountain.They took off their bright feather coats, loosened their soft and long hair, and jumped into the clear water of Tianchi to take a bath.The water in the pool boiled because of the fairy's arrival, and the water splashed out, and the green grass and flowers beside the pool were all beautiful.The fairies sang while taking a bath, and the sound of singing filled the clouds, calling all the birds. A colorful bird flew over with a red fruit in its mouth and threw it in the hands of the three fairies Fogulun.Seeing the bright and beautiful color of the fruit, Fogulun couldn't put it down, and couldn't help but put it to his lips to taste it. Unexpectedly, the fruit was spiritual, and immediately rolled into her mouth by himself.After bathing, the fairies went ashore, put on their feather coats, and prepared to fly up, but Fogulun suddenly felt that his body became very heavy, and he could no longer fly.She understood that something special was about to happen, but no matter what happened, it was God's will.Therefore, she decided to stay in the human world and not ascend again until she gave birth to a boy.That boy was born able to speak, grew up quickly, and was named Bukuli Yongshun by God, that is, the ancestor of the Manchu people. Therefore, the Manchus worship their ancestors and Changbai Mountain at the same time every year, and worship them as gods.The name of Fogulun has become synonymous with beauty and dignity.Dorgon, who followed his father to sacrifice to the mountain since he was a child, knew the name very well. When his mother asked him if she was beautiful, he immediately thought of the allusion of Fogulun and blurted it out. When Da Fujin heard her son's praise, she couldn't help but smiled with satisfaction, and said, "If I were Fogulun, you would be Bukuli Yongshun. This is a good sign, and my son will really sweat profusely. Then, she turned to Daishan again: "Big Baylor, do I look good?" Daishan nodded numbly, with tears in his eyes.Dafujin's mother and son's dialogue about the Fairy Fogulun and Bucuri Yongshun actually has a lot of arrogance.However, he didn't want to accuse anything.When man is dying, he has already become a god. Who can say that Dafujin is not more noble and great than Fairy Fogulun?He nodded to her, and nodded again.It is an acknowledgment and a promise. Ulanara stared at him blankly for a long time, gritted his teeth, stood up firmly and walked out of the tent. Dorgon was in a hurry, and rushed forward, trying to grab the skirt of his mother's dress, but he was caught by Big Baylor just as he got up.Daishan's big hand trembled, but he grasped it so hard that his nails dug into his shoulder.Dorgon cried, struggled, kicked and beat, while Da Bei Le remained motionless and endured silently, turning into a tower. The mother looked at her son, then looked at Da Bei Le, tears rolled down, and wet the makeup she had just put on. Finally, she fixed her eyes on Da Bei Le's face and asked expectantly: "After I die, you two, Can you really inherit the throne? Will you take care of my three sons for me?" Big Baylor hesitated slightly, and avoided answering her first question, but readily promised her second question: "Don't worry, Da Fujin, as an older brother, I won't let my younger brothers suffer." Mother nodded, and left with confidence. She had already walked out of the tent, but she turned her head and smiled coquettishly, saying, "It's worth dying like this." That smile is so beautiful. Like a flash of lightning across the night sky, like a sharp sword piercing into the atrium, like a sunset rolling down the mountain suddenly.For some reason, Dorgon felt a pain in his chest, as if he had been hit hard by someone, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he passed out. Da Fujin didn't stay to take care of her son who was overly sad. She left resolutely, walked into the Dazheng Hall, and walked to her husband's coffin.It was a huge oak coffin, with the lid open, and inside lay her heroic and suspicious husband on one side, surrounded by stars of agate jade, pearl curios, gold-woven war robes, and inlaid Holding a gemstone waist knife, Nurhachi slept majestically among those treasures, with his eyes wide open, as if waiting for something.Da Fujin lay down on the other side of the coffin, clinging to her husband, she said, "I'm here with you." Her husband opened his eyes wide and did not answer.Of course he wouldn't answer any more questions.He is already a dead man. But his will is still alive, so even after his death, the Baylors still faithfully carried out his will, and let him be buried for him with Da Fujin, whom he had so much in his heart and never wanted to lose. Da Fujin pushed aside those hideous jewels, leaned close to her husband, and then leaned down and whispered something in his ear. No one could hear what she said, but everyone could clearly see that at that moment, the old Khan's eyes, which had always been wide open, suddenly closed. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, the sweat has died in peace." So they called craftsmen to cover the coffin boards, and nailed the four corners firmly without leaving any gaps. There was not a sound in the coffin, but everyone felt suffocated at the same time, as if the person who was nailed into the coffin alive was not Da Fujin, but themselves. This suffocation lasted for a long time, but no one would take the initiative to speak, let alone propose to open the coffin. They struggled with their own suffocation, struggled, and thirsted for a long time, and suddenly felt their necks loosen at the same time, and their breathing became smooth again.Still no sound was heard, but everyone knew that Da Fujin had passed away. Then the Dorgon brothers were notified to clean up and watch the ceremony. According to custom, their hair is braided into many long braids, and golden bells are tied at the end.After being dressed like this, it was already noon, and then she walked in wearing a long and heavy filial robe that could reach the ground, kicking and shuffling, and was brought to the coffin of her parents.The clansmen said that your mother had already followed Da Khan, and Huang Taiji inherited the Khan throne. how?Is it Huang Taiji, not Dorgon?Daishan looked around in astonishment, his face pale.So, Da Fujin died in vain? Mother, sacrificed in vain.When he died, he was only 37 years old. Dorgon couldn't help but opened his mouth, and spit out another big mouthful of blood, which was fishy and anxious, as if his heart was beating out. Yes, many years later, Dorgon felt that what he vomited that day was not blood, but a small piece of heart.Because from then on, he felt that his heart was missing a corner, and it was no longer complete.The tragic death of his mother made him lose the respect he should have for his father.Ever since he was a child, there was only hatred in his heart. It was precisely because of this strong hatred that he was able to train himself to be the most valiant warrior in Manchuria and the most powerful opponent of Huang Taiji; it was also because of this hatred that he was crippled That part of my heart always hurts slightly whenever I think of the past, just like the knees of an old man with rheumatism will sting on a rainy night. How did my mother die, what did she say before she died, did she know that her death was in vain, and how did Huang Taiji use the forces of the Two Yellow Banners to threaten the other Baylors and reach an agreement with the Fourth Division of Jurchen Hulun in the East China Sea? According to another decree, those who ascended to the throne of Khan became eternal mysteries, and were buried underground with the death of their parents. However, intermittently, he still gradually learned some fragments of the truth from the clan population, the incoherent stories belonging to his parents: his mother, Ulanara, married Nurhachi as a concubine at the age of 12, and at the age of 16 when his father Among the wives, she is the most favored, and because she gave birth to three sons in a row—brother Azig, herself, and younger brother Duoduo, her position is stable, and she has been the only one who has been favored for more than ten years.However, one day, little Fujin De Yinze reported to the Great Khan, saying that the clansmen had rumored that Da Fujin was having an affair with Daishan Baylor, and he said it clearly. What kind of concubine complained to Daishan, saying that King Khan was over sixty He still refuses to die, and occupies 16 wives, so he can't take care of them at all. What is it? Anyway, the Manchus have the custom of "the father dies, the son's wife is the stepmother, and the brother dies, the brother's wife is the widow". It's better to treat him as dead Now, let yourself and Big Baylor accomplish their good deeds ahead of time.That year, my mother was 30 years old, and Big Baylor was 37 years old. They were about the same age and matched in appearance, which virtually provided quite strong evidence for this rumor.So the father believed it was true, and was furious. Not only did he abolish his mother as a concubine, but he also ordered the termination of Daishan's regent.Later, although it was confirmed that this incident was purely a rumor, and my mother was once again regarded as a concubine, but in my father's heart, there was always a lump left in my father's heart. The relationship between Daishan and his mother has always been brooding, and he is very taboo. Therefore, At the time of his death, he would leave a last word to let the concubine be buried, so as not to rekindle their old relationship behind him and prove their relationship again. The information obtained at the same time as these fragments is that it is said that the reason why little Fujin De Yinze would falsely accuse his mother back then was the instigation of Huang Taiji.Huang Taiji is the rebellious son who had an affair with his concubine, and also the real culprit who coveted Khan's position and tampered with the will. In other words, it was Huang Taiji who forced his mother to death and seized his throne. My mother died so unjustly that to this day, her soul is still wandering around in the Dazheng Hall. Every now and then, people say they heard the cry of Da Fujin.Even the maid who fetched water swore that she had seen Da Fujin's face in the well, so frightened that she dropped the bucket into the well.The night watchman also said that when passing by the Phoenix Tower on a full moon night, one can clearly hear the sigh of a woman, which is exactly the same as that of Da Fujin. For the rumor, Dorgon went to the old watchman to verify it, and on a windy night, he came to the Phoenix Tower to wait.The wind was tinkling under the eaves covered with golden bells, and he couldn't help but think of his own braids covered with golden bells on the day his parents died, how similar the sound was.So he knew that his mother had come. A kind of cold seeped from the bottom of his heart, and in the silence, he suddenly understood that the communication between the dead and the living does not need any form, no sound or image as a carrier, which is the imagination of ruthless mediocrity.For skin-to-skin blind daters, the feeling of the undead can go straight to the heart, and a thorough understanding has been completed silently. The mother is dead, but the soul of the mother is still alive, and she is reminding herself not to forget the hatred.But how could I forget it?The old watchman had already huddled under the eaves and fell asleep, but at this moment he suddenly turned over and muttered vaguely: "Da Fujin is here, please greet Da Fujin." Everyone did not forget Da Fujin, and he even will not forget!The hatred of killing one's mother, the hatred of seizing the throne, what kind of hatred in the world can be stronger than this?Deeper? He waited silently, waiting for the day when he could defeat Huang Taiji, trample him under his feet, eat his flesh, suck his blood, pick his bones, and sleep his skin. However, just today, God had already decided to end Huang Taiji's dog life ahead of schedule by the hand of the Chahar woman, but by mistake, he shot an arrow at the sneak attacking woman and saved him from her sword with his own hands. Saved the number one enemy in the world who was sworn to death with him. He really hated himself. At this moment, he looked at the Big Baylor back then and the current Prince Li Daishan, and remembered those long-standing hatreds.At the same time, I also remembered my mother's confession to Daishan on the eve of her death.The gesture of their silent embrace, after many years, is still vividly engraved in his painful memory and has become a symbol of love.No love can be more silent, more desperate, more thorough, more sublime.On that night, his mother and Daishan became the two most loving and acquainted people in the world.When they embraced, their hearts came together freely through all shackles, without gaps.It is Daishan's company that makes the mother's death have a sublime beauty, and it is also the mother's death that makes the silent love eternal. Since then, he has always had a strange intimacy with Daishan. He not only regards him as his elder brother, but also regards him as his father.He hated his father, Nurhachi, who killed his mother, but quietly gave Daishan the admiration inherent in human nature in his heart.It's just that this special feeling is unknown to Daishan. However, Daishan, he may not be a brave lover or a frank prince, but he is really a dutiful elder brother.Over the years, he has remembered Da Fujin's dying entrustment, silently shouldered the responsibility of taking care of her three orphans, and has been helping them cover up with his special identity.Originally, after Huang Taiji seized the throne, he might not have thought of exterminating his one-time opponent, but because of Daishan's blind concessions and careful mediation, he had no chance and no reason to do it. After a long time, he also forgot this old debt Instead, he thought it was his benevolent government that conquered all the tribesmen, eliminated dissent, and generously conferred the titles of Prince Heshuo to the three brothers.Therefore, rather than saying that Daishan's carefulness saved the lives of the three brothers, it is better to say that Huang Taiji's blind self-confidence ignored the dangerous undercurrent. But no matter what he said, Daishan felt that he was finally worthy of Da Fujin who died unjustly, and lived up to her silent feelings for him.Now, he is very old, but he is still like a faithful scarecrow, dutifully watching over the three orphans who will never grow up in his eyes, looking for someone who can help their brothers in every possible opportunity Way.At this moment, after implementing the plan to reward Dorgon in detail, he instinctively looked up, but was unexpectedly stabbed by the scorching crystal light in Dorgon's eyes.Those eyes were filled with neither pride nor honor, but deep-seated hatred and self-blame. He immediately understood the meaning in those eyes.God!It turned out that the child was regretting, regretting that he had saved Da Khan.He wished to sweat profusely to death.He still remembers his mother's hatred.He was almost burned by that hatred.For so many years, this kid just practiced silently, and every time he went to the battlefield, he would charge forward without leaving any room, and made countless military exploits.No one doubted that he was not Huang Taiji's most loyal brother and most valiant warrior.But no one thought that the motivation for his bravery was not honor, but hatred.The reason why he worked so hard was to consume the fanatical hatred accumulated in his heart.Going into battle to kill the enemy is actually the best way for him to adjust his mood.Because of this hatred, he became extremely shrewd, but because of his extremely shrewdness, he instinctively saved his enemy. What kind of strange circle is this! Daishan has never felt his old age and powerlessness like he does now.Hatred is a matter that requires a lot of physical strength. Many people will have hatred, but few people can maintain the emotion of hatred for a long time.Because hatred has always been a bloodthirsty sword, when you can't use it to hurt the enemy, you must use it to hurt yourself. Not many people can stand the hurt and torture for so many years, so they give up their hatred, and give up the belief in revenge beyond their own ability.Only those who are determined and extremely confident can hold a hatred in their chests for years and never fade away. He is old and a weak man. He didn't know how to love back then, and he doesn't know how to hate now.However, in the eyes of the child he had been raising all along, he saw such a strong hatred that could burn everything.That hatred frightened him, made him worry, and made him helpless. Dorgon, like Huang Taiji, is his brother.Although he did not hesitate to lean toward Dorgon on the emotional balance, it does not mean that he does not love his brother Huang Taiji, the Great Khan, nor does it mean that he is not loyal to King Khan.After all, Huang Taiji is the pride of the Bucuri Yongshun family, the well-deserved leader of the Eight Banners today, and the hero myth on the grassland.Of course, if it was Dorgon who came to the throne at the beginning, he might not be worse than Huang Taiji, but since Huang Taiji's proclaiming Khan has become a fact, he will obediently submit to the new Khan, support him, defend him, and obey him , This is the inherent spiritual quality in the blood of Manchurian warriors.He has no way to eliminate the hatred between his two brothers. If Dorgon is a mediocre child, he can at least protect him for the rest of his life, but he is so good, so strong, and his fate is so strange and rough. His life is extraordinary, and his world is beyond the comprehension and reach of a mediocre person like himself.He is just an old man with some achievements, who can he help? Just as Daishan understood the hatred in Dorgon's eyes, Dorgon also understood the sadness in Daishan's eyes.As if a needle had pricked the softest part of his heart, he felt compassionate suddenly and lowered his head slightly. In the bustling Shiwangting Square, the princes were discussing in full swing, no one heard the conversation between Prince Li and Prince Rui with their eyes.Everyone had a smile on their faces, because it was a merit appraisal meeting, and the brothers seemed to be harmonious and harmonious, bragging about each other. When he raised his head again, the crystal light in Dorgon's eyes had disappeared, replaced by the kind of peaceful smile that the generals of the Eight Banners used to have in meetings.Daishan was even more surprised, and now he understood why Dorgon had been by his side for so many years, but he was unaware of his hatred.But since he was able to hide his hatred for so many years, why did he show his fierce eyes in front of everyone today, thus revealing the deepest secret in his heart?Could it be because of the Chahar girl who assassinated the Great Khan?Was it her appearance that alarmed his disguise and awakened his hatred?So, behind this fierce gaze, what is his next move? Daishan was even more worried and hesitant, and there was even a bit of begging in his eyes to Dorgon.But Dorgon didn't look at him anymore, he avoided Daishan's questioning eyes, but turned to his younger brother Dodo, and when he spoke, it was the girl from Chahar: "You are in charge of the Ministry of Rites, and you have better information than me, do you know?" How is that female assassin doing now?" Prince Yu Duoduo always respected and loved his elder brother very much. Upon hearing this, he immediately replied: "I heard that he has been staying in the Imperial Hospital and has not yet woken up. Temporarily he used old ginseng from Changbai Mountain to preserve his heart veins, but he is still very weak; I heard that Da Khan's injury is not serious, the bleeding has stopped, and he will be fine after a few days of recuperation, and he just sent an order to search for thousand-year-old ginseng everywhere." Dorgon was stunned: "Recruiting ginseng? It's strange. I heard that Hauge was looking for ginseng everywhere in a daze two days ago. I thought it was Huang Taiji who wanted to eat it. It turned out that it was for that girl." After pondering for a moment, he suddenly raised his head again, " That girl, do you know her name?" "A girl from an ordinary herdsman's family, how can she have a proper name?" Duoduo said casually, "But there is a surname, Qilei." "Qi Lei? It sounds good! It sounds good!" Dorgon suddenly burst out laughing without hesitation: "I want to give the title of Ba Tulu to that Qi Lei." 〖Note: The Eight Banners are the Zhenghuang Banner, Xianghuang Banner, Zhenghong Banner, Xianghong Banner, Zhenglan Banner, Xianglan Banner, Zhengbai Banner, and Xiangbai Banner. Except for the two yellow banners which are led by Huang Taiji himself, the rest of the banners are controlled by the princes and Gushan. Amount of real management. In the full army organization, every 300 people is a Niulu, and its master is Niulu Ezhen; every 30 Niulu is a Gushan, and the commander is called Gushan Ezhen. There is a saying in the Manchus that "a banner is separated from a mountain", and the banner owner is equivalent to a little king, who has extremely high power over the banner.The Great Khan is the Lord of the Eight Banners. The Shengjing palace group was first built in 1625 during the Nurhachi period. It originally only included the Dazheng Hall and the Ten Kings Pavilion. Ning Palace, Guanju Palace, Linzhi Palace, Yanqing Palace, Yongfu Palace, etc.The enfeoffment of the princes and the concubine's residence in the palaces were carried out after Huang Taiji changed the country's name to Qing Dynasty in 1936, but for the convenience of narrative, the titles of the kings were used here in advance, and the concubines also lived in the five palaces in advance. The post-jin system is quite different from that of the Han people. The titles are complicated and the titles are awkward. Not only have many changes before and after the founding of the Qing Dynasty, but there are also great differences between before and after entering the customs. It is very special. In order to make it easier for readers to read, it is simplified as much as possible and unified to make it easy to remember. In addition, the palaces have been renovated and rebuilt several times.I hereby explain it, lest some textual scholars raise doubts and think that it is inconsistent with history. 〗