Wu Sangui was immediately stunned, once a large amount of male hormones were secreted, he immediately stood up from behind Huang Chongzhen, and changed the posture of bowing his head and waist just now, but changed to holding his head high.

And, with his jerky experience of women, he immediately saw from her slowly moving steps that she was not only weak in body, but also quite weak in spirit.

The woman in white walked up to Zhou Ji, and her faint gaze looked through the gap in her hair at the piece of mutton in his hand.

Zhou Ji's throat moved, and he swallowed the mutton in his mouth with a grunt, and he almost choked to death, so he rolled his eyes and handed over the residual meat in his hand, and said humbly: "Give." ”

The woman in white took it, held it in her hand and sniffed quietly for a long time, but suddenly opened her cherry-like mouth, and miraculously stuffed it into it, and wanted to swallow it without chewing, and immediately choked and rolled her eyes.

This movement caused her hair to spread out a little to the sides.

Zhou Ji at close range saw her face, although she was extremely haggard, she had a naturally pitiful charm, and she was a little timid, so she hurriedly poured a full bowl of wine, held it in both hands and handed it over.

After the woman in white took it, she immediately poured it into her mouth, and then she struggled to eat the mass of scrap meat into her stomach.

This posture, if it weren't for the disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and embarrassed eating, would be as bold as a rough man.

Huang Chongzhen stepped forward, handed over the small half of the crispy roasted leg of lamb and said, "You will die miserably if you eat like this, sit down and eat slowly, don't choke anymore." ”

The woman nodded, sat down according to the words, pulled her hair behind her head casually, took a thin rope like a trick, tied it up casually, and then held the leg of mutton and tore it in small bites.

Only then did the teenagers see her appearance clearly - although her face was very pale, she didn't look like a female ghost at all, but a beautiful woman with delicate facial features.

And a group of men gathered around her out of curiosity, either attentively or in a daze, so that at this moment, she was like a queen who had reached out for wine and opened her mouth.

The woman was already drunk, but she still got up with difficulty and moved slowly into the inner courtyard. The appearance of being full of food and drink and having no love is like a walking corpse.

"It's a pity, what a skin." Wu Sangui said regretfully, but he didn't know how to help her, it was impossible to rush up and start tearing her clothes like he did with those Qinglou women, right?

Huang Chongzhen had seen too many such people, and it was no different from seeing a lump of pork rotting in the refrigerator, so he sighed lightly and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"What's the name of the slave?" The woman in white was stunned, and her gujing-like emotions rippled slightly, and she looked back at Chongzhen deeply, as if she wanted to keep it firmly in her heart.

Then, he turned around again, and continued to move his body slowly, until he disappeared into the darkness of the inner courtyard, and then a sigh came faintly: "The slave Azigen is for the concubine of the Great Khan." ”

"Azigan? Is it Azig's sister? Zhou Ji muttered innocently, diluting the tense atmosphere a little.

"Don't make a fuss, the Jurchen people of this era, their surnames and first names are generally separated, and there is a small dot in the middle to distinguish them, but they are not connected together like Han people such as me." Huang Chongzhen explained.

The teenagers tilted their heads and stared at the deep darkness in the inner courtyard, as if they had also fallen into deep thought.

I don't know who suddenly opened his mind and exclaimed, "Makes sense, huh? No wonder the slave chieftain Huang Taiji Ashan and these people are called differently. So, what exactly is their last name? ”

"It seems to be called Aixin Jueluo." Huang Chongzhen explained casually, laughed at it, and sighed softly, "Slave Chief Concubine Azigen, a poor woman waiting to be buried, this absurd world, hey......"

"Funeral? No way? When Zhou Ji heard this, he exclaimed.

"Yes, yes, this woman is so good-looking, Ren Jiannu won't be so cruel, right?" The rest of the teenagers will also be skeptical.

"It's not cruelty, it's just a system that has been passed down from time to time to generation in the tribal khanate."

Huang Chongzhen patiently explained: "Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, I have felt the cruelty of Mengyuan, and there is rarely a way to be martyred.

At that time, from the princes and nobles to the common people at dawn, all responded enthusiastically, applauded, clapped their hands, and supported the court unprecedentedly resolutely.

The reason why I, the Ming Dynasty, was able to win the battle to defend the capital and resolutely defend the north after Yingzong was captured, may also have this factor in it.

However, it was only a decade after the establishment of the Jianzhou Jurchens, and the Jin Khanate was still dominated by the tribal alliance system, and there was still a long way to go to form a feudal family state system like China.

This cruel funeral system may still be in vogue and occupies the mainstream thinking of most Jurchen aristocrats. ”

Huang Taiji hesitated after reading Yuan Chonghuan's post, but did not open the private letter sandwiched in it, because what was written on the envelope was - the Lord of the Golden Khan personally opened it.

But he, although he started a few years ago, won one after another in this battle for the throne.

There are more and more rights and resources in the open and covert, but he has never jumped up to become the new Great Golden Khan.

"Put it back in its place before dawn."

Huang Taiji put the letter in the worship post and handed it to one of the people who was standing with him, and the man retreated according to his words, and he asked another person: "Are you sure that there is only Yuan Chonghuan's worship post, but there is no national letter?" ”

"The minion has repeatedly confirmed, and indeed not."

Huang Taiji received an affirmative answer again, so he couldn't help but scold: "Yuan Chonghuan is really an old fox!" ”

Although Huang Taiji was sitting, the candlelight shone on his burly figure, still forming a long black shadow behind him.

And in this dark shadow, at this time, a voice suddenly came out: "Could it be that the guard called Huang Xiaoer is still hidden, and he is only willing to present the national letter when he is received by the master?" ”

This person's breath is gentle, and his speech is warm, if you don't look carefully, it will be extremely difficult to detect his existence, and it seems to merge with Huang Taiji's shadow.

And if you look closely, this person is dressed in black, hanging his hands and bending over, looking like a willing servant.

As soon as he had finished speaking, he sat there silently, without any sense of existence.

Huang Taiji's guards were not surprised in the slightest, as if they had long been used to it.

"Tomorrow, the seven kings will gather to meet the envoys, and they will naturally see and know." Hearing this, Huang Taiji nodded slowly, shook his head slightly, and put the matter aside for the time being.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "My brother Ah Shan, what are you doing at this time?" ”

"As soon as it gets dark, I have entered the concubine's bedroom, and there is no news at this time, so I think it is still there. The time when Big Baylor stayed at the concubine's place was like a day, and I am afraid that I will spend the night there today? ”

The dark shadow replied, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"This bastard, Father Khan did this as soon as he went, it's just like a beast."

Huang Taiji slapped his palm on the table, his face was full of anger, looking indignant, but he sneered in his heart: "Hurry up, stay as much as you want, it's best to spend the night." Because in a few days, there will be no chance. ”

After reading it, he said again: "Have you negotiated with Deinze?" ”

"It's done, just wait for the master's order, and you can expose the affair between the big Belle and the concubine."

"It's so good, it's just that this woman's appetite is a little big, just a concubine, hum. Mr. Fan, you've worked hard these days, so let's go rest. ”

"The master is serious, and it is his duty to serve the master. The slave is gone, and the master is to rest early. ”

"Hmm."

Huang Taiji nodded slightly, watching Fan Wencheng disappear backwards into the range of the candlelight.

He froze for a moment, relaxing his tense spirit a little.

Only then did he get up and come to the inner room, and he didn't wash, so he didn't even take off his shoes, and lay down on the kang with his clothes, and in a blink of an eye, he was already snoring loudly, and he entered sleep mode tiredly.

What annoyed him was that the slave chief came back to his dreams and repeated the words of his deathbed.

"I didn't want to pass on the throne to you, but if you are as smart as you, you should be able to see that my favorite is the old fourteen, because among my many children, only the old fourteen has the same temperament as me.

But the old fourteen is too young, and I just can't hold on, even if I barely pave the way for him, I'm afraid you will be ousted from the position of Great Khan, right? Don't you quibble, if you know your son, if you are your father, I don't know you yet?

You've been setting it up since many years ago, right? The incident between Ah Shan and the eldest concubine back then was also your masterpiece, right? Hehe, eight, eight, you are really calculating.

And I know that with the temperament of the old fourteenth, he can be regarded as a fierce general, but he cannot lead Dajin out of the predicament, break through Liaodong, enter the Central Plains, and win the world.

For the sake of my thousands of years of foundation, I thought about it, and finally decided to let you do this great khan.

In the past six months, I have learned from the pain, maybe you are really right. For the Ming people, even the most humble Ming people, they can't be suppressed with iron and blood alone.

Because the patience and rebound of these people are extremely strong. Once the pressure is too much, the force of the rebound is afraid that it will hurt Dajin's foundation in Liaodong.

Isn't Mingren very upright? Then start with this to enslave, let the hearts of slaves, let servility, go deep into their integrity.

Such a method of boiling a frog in warm water, but hitting the heart, may be more effective than the fierce torture on the body, right?

After inheriting the throne of Khan, you need to remember that for the Ming Dynasty, it is advisable to plan it slowly, and not to be in such a hurry as the father Khan, because the Ming Dynasty is too big. ”