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The night is getting darker, the sky is drifting with hazy rain, and the night breeze is getting colder.

At the foot of Rufeng Mountain, the main camp of the Qing army, many Manchu nobles were roasted in the spiritual shed under the high platform, all of them were tired and had back pain, and the dark circles under their eyes could not be covered at all.

Huaguo rules the world with filial piety.

Although the Jurchen is a barbarian, but for many years, it has been deeply influenced by Han culture, and the small households in the ordinary deep mountains and old forests are not tight, but at this time, Huang Taiji is the lord of the Qing Dynasty, and who dares to slack off on the scale of his funeral?

Not to mention anything else, just the filial piety of the 'first seven', all the core magnates of Manmeng, including a group of minions of the Han military banner, no one can pull down.

In a way, this is also the best time to test everyone's gold content!

Whoever can keep filial piety in the spiritual shed at this time means that who will be closer to the future center of power.

Hauge has lost almost seven or eight pounds in the past few days, and his originally heroic face has become more and more three-dimensional, with a scruffy beard everywhere, and two deep-set eye sockets. Smoke. The descendants of cannons, boiled eagles and walking birds are almost the same.

But physical pain is second to Haoge, after all, Huang Taiji is his Huang Ama, he is the eldest son of the emperor, others may be filial piety may be fine, but he Haoge must be duty-bound.

But the crux of the problem now is that filial piety can't solve the problem!

A group of nobles have used filial piety to restrain him, so that he can only keep filial piety here, but they are sometimes in tandem in private.

This makes Hauge really unspeakably sad in his heart, and his life is really thinner than paper.

Hauge is shackled here, but some people are like fish in water at this time!

Needless to say, it's Azig, Dorgon, and Dordor!

At this time, Huang Taiji died, and there were still many candidates within the Manchu Qing who could compete for the great treasure.

Not to mention the descendants of Huang Taiji, as well as the two yellow flags led by Huang Taiji, the remaining six flags of the Eight Banners, and the owners of each banner are all descendants of the old slaves, and in principle, they can compete for the big treasure.

However, Dai Shan, the owner of the Zhenghong Banner Banner, is already old, time is running out, and he has been severely suppressed by Huang Taiji over the years, and he doesn't want to jump into this kind of fire pit at this time, and use the life of the entire family to win the future.

This made the situation much clearer all of a sudden.

Du Du, the owner of the Red Flag Banner, is the son of Chu Ying, the eldest son of the old slave, even though he has some strength at this time, but unfortunately, starting from Chu Ying, their family has lost the title of competing for the great treasure, or the righteousness.

Even if you don't want to choose neutrality, you can only be neutral at this time.

The owner of the blue flag, Jierharang, although he is the nephew of the old slave, has always been regarded by the old slave as his own, and he has been raised by himself since he was a child.

But Zilharang is a man who understands and prefers to be behind the scenes, he is an ironclad neutral, and a neutral with great veto power.

This time, the real participants in the competition are only Hauge's blue flag and the two white flags of the three Dolgon brothers.

But this matter still has to go back to Huang Taiji.

This dead fat man is too confident, perhaps thinking that he can live forever, and has been shaping Hauge, but he has been constantly denying Hauge.

At this time, the Zhenglan Banner added up to seventy or eighty Niu Lu, and it was not the most elite in Manchuria.

On the other hand, on the side of the three Dolgon brothers, the two white flags add up to more than 200 cattle records, and most of them are the elites of the old slave and the two yellow flags.

There is almost no need to compare.

In particular, Dolgon was extremely shrewd, and at this time he had already promised enough benefits to the Daishan line, the Jilharang line, and the Dudu line, including the two yellow flags.

By this point, the big picture was largely clear.

The cold sea breeze whistled by, and the bonfire under the mourning tent was red and crackling.

Duoduo had already learned the news at this time, and he couldn't even pretend to be sad on his face, so he said to Dolgon excitedly: "Brother, the matter has been decided, we can't ink anymore, we must hurry up and cook the raw rice to maturity!" ”

Dolgon's face was expressionless, and he looked at Azig not far in front of him.

Azig was also looking at Dolgon at this time, giving Dolgon a reassuring look.

Dolgon nodded slowly, and said in a low voice: "This matter is not in a hurry, although they have expressed their position, many things have not yet been determined, let's just watch Hauge die now." ”

"Uh..."

Duoduo was stunned for a moment, but he also understood what Dorgon meant, nodded busily, and looked at Hauge's gaze, which already carried a layer of superiority like a look down.

As long as his elder brother becomes the new master of the Qing Dynasty, Hauge is still a bird feather?

…

While the three Dolgon brothers were communicating, Daishan and Zilharang, who were not under the spirit shed at this time, including Dudu, and the two Gushan Ezhen of the two yellow flags, were making final plans in a big tent at the back of the camp.

Zilharang glanced at the people in the tent and said unhurriedly: "In principle, I agree with King Rui to lead me in all matters of the Great Qing Dynasty. After all, over the years, King Rui's methods and exploits do not need to be repeated. ...... by King Rui"

"Wait!"

Before Zilharang finished speaking, the two solid mountains of the two yellow flags couldn't sit still.

Zhenghuang Qigu Mountain Ezhen Ashan said: "Prince Zheng, what does this mean? Could it be that you want King Rui to ascend the throne? ”

The Yellow Flag Gushan Ezhen Baiyin Tu also said coldly: "If Prince Zheng wants this, then ~, don't blame us for the two Yellow Flags turning their faces and being ruthless!" ”

Although Du Du didn't speak, his face was not good-looking.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense.

Jierharang hurriedly smiled and said: "Everyone, don't be impatient, I have already communicated with Prince Li in this matter, King Rui, can only be regent, and Dabao must be elected by the emperor!" ”

Saying that, Jierharang made eye contact with Dai Shan, and said: "The ninth son of the emperor, Fulin, the son of Empress Xiaozhuang Wen, although he is only four years old, he is knowledgeable and good at learning, smart and benevolent, and has the appearance of a benevolent monarch. ”

“……”

There was a sudden silence in the tent for a moment, and everyone exchanged glances.

Soon, whether it was Ah Shan, Bai Yintu, or Du Du, they all found that they could accept this plan.

Although Huang Taiji still has many sons, no one is more suitable for Fulin!

Because even though Fulin is young, he is the descendant of 'Little Yu'er'!

And the current state of the Shengjing Imperial Palace, only with the support of Xiao Yuer Bumu Butai, can it reach the interior as soon as possible.

Seeing that everyone nodded and agreed, Zilharang hurriedly smiled and looked at the old Dai Shandao: "Prince Li, what do you think?" ”

Even if Dai Shan seemed to be about to fall asleep at this time, Niu Lu was not the most under his command, but everyone present did not dare to despise him for half a point.

It's an old tiger!

Dai Shan seemed to have just woken up from his sleep, glanced at everyone, and said in a muddy voice: "Since it is everyone's opinion, then so be it." By the way, Prince Zheng, the country can't be left without an owner for a day, let alone in wartime like this at this time? Or settle things down as soon as possible, right? ”

"Good!"

…

Soon, the people of Zilharang came to the spirit shed and revealed the results!

"What?!"

In an instant, not only Hauge was stunned, but so was Dord.

Seemingly, neither of these two guys expected this to be the result!

What does that mean?

Do you want to make wedding clothes for others?!

But Dorgon was remarkably calm, he had expected this.

In fact, as early as the time of reaching a compromise with these neutrals, Zilharan had hinted at him.

Although Dorgon had great ambitions, he also knew that he was born at the wrong time.

If he was born ten years earlier, how could there be anything about Huang Taiji?

After a moment, Dorgon said calmly, "I agree with this plan!" ”

"You, you ......"

Hauge wanted to say something, but the people around him directly treated him as air and ignored him at all.

Hauge has been haggard and exhausted in the past few days, and at this time, under the anger in his heart, his head tilted, and he fainted directly.

Zilharang glanced at Dolgon.

Dolgon said calmly: "Prince Su is too tired these days, come on, help him go back and have a good rest!" ”

"Wow!"

With Hauge taken care of, the rest of the story went even smoother.

Led by Zilharang and witnessed on behalf of the good, Dolgon had a more in-depth exchange with the nobles of the Manchurians.

In the end, everyone reached a unanimous opinion, and early tomorrow morning, the news will be officially confirmed, sent to Shengjing, and then, the Ming people will be used again!

…

Early in the morning of the next day, the Ming army received news of the Qing army's camp movement.

Since the death of Huang Taiji, the Qing army, which had been decadent for several days, began to move on a large scale again, with a faint intention of going on an expedition.

Hong Chengchou also summoned all the generals to his Chinese army tent early in the morning to discuss the war.

"Fuck me, did Tartar get things in order so quickly? It shouldn't be. They didn't die. ”

"Governor, is there any accurate information, now, who is the leader of the Tartars?"

"The situation is a little bad, if the Tartars elect a new master, I'm afraid they will be ruthless with us."

“……”

The hundreds of generals in the tent were all talking.

Hong Chengchou shook his head and said, "There is no accurate news yet. I guess it may be Prince Su Haoge, but not necessarily. The princes of the Tartars are extremely powerful, and it is not yet known that there may be a mutiny. Do you have any suggestions? ”

Looking at the chaotic people in the tent, Xu Changqing was like an old monk in his mind, without saying a word, everything was expected.

At this time, Xu Changqing will definitely not say the matter.

Dolgon's identity is already doomed, even if he presses his nephew to sleep with the queen mother, he can only be a 'false master'.

Especially at this time, this state is doomed, Dolgon will definitely focus on stability, and will never venture forward!

After all, they are now on the expedition, and Shengjing will definitely need to spend a lot of money to sort it out.

In the end, in a military discussion, Xu Changqing did not make any gestures, and Hong Chengchou also tacitly did not let Xu Changqing express his position.

The final result was that the royal courtiers quickly returned to Qiantun, gathered their troops, fortified the walls and cleared the wilderness, and guarded against the possibility of the Tartars attacking Qiantun!

…

Not long after leaving the Chinese army, Xu Changqing was just about to go back to his big tent, and was about to have some breakfast to discuss the matter of the next level with Cao Bianjiao and Wang Pu.

Pulling Xu Changqing directly to his big tent, he said coldly: "Boy, you, did you have any plans with the governor before?" ”

Seeing that Lao Cao's nose was so long, Xu Changqing was also a little helpless, this veteran ruffian recognized himself when he co-authored.

However, this is not a too private and unsightly matter, Xu Changqing did not hide too much, and told Lao Cao Xu about the discussion with Hong Chengchou about Qiantun yesterday.

Lao Cao was a little speechless after hearing this, and hurriedly said: "Then, what about the few forts around Qiantun?" You don't care? ”

Xu Changqing smiled bitterly: "Uncle Cao, you have to understand a truth, you can't bear the child, you can't trap the wolf!" It's time for this battle to end. ”

"You, you !!"

Lao Cao was about to explode angrily, pointing at Xu Changqing angrily, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say it for a while.

Xu Changqing was also a little helpless.

A lot of things, simply can't be explained, let alone explained.

Because, politics, or the general trend, is so cruel!

Of course, this is mainly because Xu Changqing is still too humble at this time, if he can control the overall situation at this time, how can he make such an inferior choice?

Fortunately, Lao Cao is not a child after all, even if he is angry, he can only endure it in the end.

Xu Changqing is right, this battle, at this time, can no longer be fought.

…

Lao Cao's state, coupled with the fact that the Qing army soldiers will soon be overwhelmed, it is not good to talk about the first level, Xu Changqing returned to the camp, and was preparing to take a good rest to see if he could get some more heads and benefits from this Qing army's offensive.

At this time, Uncle Guang, who stayed on Hope Island, rushed over and brought Xu Changqing a ...... A piece of news that made Xu Changqing a little dumbfounded.