The most important thing is that Huang Taiji was very jealous of the concubine that his father Khan loved the most during his lifetime.

Because, she has three sons who are all born to slave chiefs, and they all show the sons of dragons and phoenixes at a young age.

Dolgon, in particular, can be called the best existence among the Jurchen nobles of this generation.

On the contrary, his eldest son Hauge, who is in the same age group as these three brothers, is innocent.

Every time Huang Taiji thought about it, he was deeply worried, and that was why he tempted Dorgon that night.

After all, no one knows better than him how fierce the cold wind from above is.

To be a wise emperor or to live a long life? Unless he's as gifted as Han Wu. But if you don't fight for it, you will leave your own line and the rights you hold to other brothers to decide.

This feeling that the fate is in the hands of others is very disliked by Huang Taiji.

Moreover, that concubine is good at dancing with long sleeves, so even the big Belle Ashan is deeply trapped in it, and it is difficult to extricate herself.

"In some time, I'm afraid that even my own net worth and life, as well as the full strength of the tribe, will be offered with both hands, so I am willing to give it to you. Under the calculation of this woman's long-sleeved and good dancing, it is difficult to ensure that Dorgon's anger and sincerity are just an illusion. ”

Huang Taiji thought silently, so from the very beginning, he planned to set up a shocking situation, one that made the concubine defenseless, but could not refute and resist - a mortal situation.

And such a chess game, in the current Houjin, where the major banner owners all have their own tribes, their own armies, and their own right to give orders, it is impossible for him to do it alone.

Therefore, only by persuading and uniting his second brother Ah Shan can he succeed in one fell swoop.

Even in such a difficult period, Chongzhen has never forgotten his original intention.

While leisurely cooking and practicing, he gained insight into the opportunity, made full use of his knowledge of this period of history, looked for loopholes in Huang Taiji's strict defense, and discovered, understood, and dug deep from some clues.

In fact, Amin and Mang Gutai are both breakthroughs. But then the goal is just too big. Not only is it not conducive to the development of follow-up work, but it is also very likely to put yourself and others into it.

And, if it's so direct, is it still called spy work?

Therefore, Huang Chongzhen is willing to find the answers he wants from the Jurchen people who feel good about themselves.

Huang Chongzhen does not have high requirements for ingredients, but if he can eat it, he will not waste much, but just like later generations, unless there is no way, he must be fresh if he can be fresh.

Therefore, every day, he would send a few seemingly honest but clever teenagers to the market to purchase, or to the homes of those Jurchen nobles in Shenyang City to exchange them.

This is understandable, that is, Fan Wencheng can't find a reason to oppose it, after all, even he, a minion, feels that the commercial civilization of Houjin is really primitive to the point of coldness.

Bartering, taking what they need, and complementing each other's deficiencies is a thing that even the Jurchen aristocracy is often doing.

Such a primitive way of exchange has long been called business in China, but ushered in and sent, and people exchanged.

These little guys are also worthy of their mission, and they will bring back a lot of news every day in this invisible way.

Among them, there are common sense that everyone knows, as well as the gossip casually said by the aristocratic people, as well as the so-called secrets that are mysterious and pretentious, and there are lace hotspots that everyone talks about.

These messages are mixed with the materials that have been procured and replaced, although they seem to be extremely messy.

But what Huang Chongzhen is best at is to carry out precise screening, comparison, elimination, combination, and confirmation in such chaos, and then he can get some very valuable information.

Some of them, even Jurchen nobles such as Huangtai Ji Ashan did not realize it.

In this way, the teenagers greatly deepened their understanding of this ancient and primitive people.

In Huang Chongzhen's eyes, Huang Taiji, the person who gave himself a homonym for the Han family, is actually really bad.

Maybe it's to support them, maybe it's to show Houjin's wealth, or maybe it's to use the meat that can't be eaten every day to break the fighting spirit of these Guanning teenagers.

In short, in terms of food supply, it is extremely generous.

If it weren't for Huang Chongzhen's strict control, these teenagers who would never have eaten so much meat in their lives would really be able to sink.

After all, long-term overeating, or even eating only meat, is very harmful to the omnivorous stomach and intestines that the Han family has cultivated for thousands of years.

In addition to the size of these young people, especially Wu Sangui, pay attention to moderation.

Huang Chongzhen will also make delicious food in different ways, and use delicious food to enhance the needs and requirements of his comrades-in-arms for food - who is used to eating cooked food, who still eats raw meat? Who is used to eating good food, who still eats pig food?

One day, Huang Chongzhen suddenly felt tired of eating barbecue and wanted to eat steak.

In Hou Jin Shengjing, fresh and good steak meat is naturally as much as you want, but there is no pan for frying steak.

So, Huang Chongzhen drew a drawing and sent a few little guys to the blacksmith shop in the city to find the blacksmith master and build one back.

For this reason, he was mistaken for stealing information about iron smelting.

It wasn't until the finished product was created that the misunderstanding was resolved.

However, Huang Chongzhen has indeed roughly deduced from the production process of this frying pan what level of iron-smelting and forging Houjin is probably in.

And so on, and many more, find the answers in the mundane.

Therefore, Huang Taiji and other Jurchen aristocrats boasted of extremely strict surveillance, and for Huang Chongzhen, a young man in the new century who had been a special soldier, it was simply nothing, and the anti-espionage system of day and night defense was full of loopholes.

This kind of thinking that is well versed in people's psychology and the professional skills of logical reasoning ability are the standard configuration of later generations of Chinese special combat personnel.

After all, in many cases, the information given by the chief when assigning tasks is very limited, and more often than not, they need to conduct on-the-spot investigations after they arrive at the mission point.

For the information that came from the spy war in this way, Huang Chongzhen naturally did not record it in the notebook, and did not deliberately tell it to others, so as not to be like Wu Sangui, who loves to show off his big mouth, and is fooling around.

He likes to subtly change everyone's perception of Jurchen in the way of small talk, but one day, these grown up teenagers can naturally think of a way when they have to go toe-to-toe with Houjin.

Huang Chongzhen called this method the ancient tradition of the Chinese nation - passing on the torch from generation to generation, and moisturizing things silently.

Except for a narcissist like Wu Sangui, no one feels like they're growing up all the time.

It is only when most people look back that they find that they seem to have grown taller, stronger, more sensible, and more able to get along with the world.

Huang Chongzhen feels that growth should be like this, instead of mentioning life and even pulling out seedlings to help grow.

On this day, a little comrade-in-arms ran back "on the feet" before he finished the procurement, and told Huang Chongzhen, who was instructing Azigen to play Tai Chi, a news that was very noisy over Shenyang.

"Yesterday evening, Fan Wencheng personally sent his beautiful wife to the Duoduo Mansion and handed it over to the guards of the Duoduo Belle Mansion with a smiling face.

Early this morning, I personally accompanied my wife home with a smiling face. It is said that when she left the house, Wen Cheng's wife looked very tired, but her face was full of the smell of spring, and she did not completely dissipate until she returned home. ”

Huang Chongzhen, who took the opportunity to drink water, almost mixed warm water with saliva and sprayed it all on Azigen's red apple-like face.

Seeing that the little guy went to describe it to his friends again, Huang Chongzhen roared angrily and called him back, and first scolded: "If you don't do anything all day long, you know that you are foolish." ”

Then, he shrugged his shoulders again, shook his head and sighed, "He has finally become the most despicable of all, but what does that mean?" Do you bear the burden of humiliation? ”

As he spoke, he was ready to teach Azigen Tai Chi hand in hand.

"This shows that Duoduo's kung fu is good. But this guy doesn't look old, but he has a lot of bad intentions, who knows if he called the guards to help. ”

Azigen smiled all over his face, but said with disdain in his eyes, and gave Huang Chongzhen a charming look as he spoke.

These words came out of the mouth of a woman full of amorous feelings, in a tone of "I know too well", and even Huang Chongzhen, a psychologically mature man, was a little red-faced.

The sentence "You have tried" almost didn't blurt out.

Wu Sangui looked at the appearance of the two of them, and was extremely disgusted with Huang Chongzhen's behavior of guarding and stealing, muttered hatefully, and then pulled his beloved friend to study the news that made them extremely interested.

In the end, the two of them came to a conclusion - the relationship between men and women of the Jurchen tribe is really a bit chaotic.

Then I looked left and right, and when I saw that no one was paying attention, I couldn't help but sigh - being a Jurchen man, how happy.

Zu Dale, who was hiding behind and eavesdropping, simply hated the appearance of this cheap nephew's vain head, and slapped him hard on the back of his head.

"Who! Hey? Uncle Da Le? Wu Sangui was furious at first, and when he saw the person clearly, he immediately coaxed him.

Seeing that the little friend who came with the news laughed secretly, even his guards shook their heads secretly.

After all, Huang Chongzhen, the excellence of his peers, is there, and when he looks at his own young master who is guarding him with all his might, he feels extremely immature.

Especially in front of a beautiful woman, this young master seems to be difficult to control, and even a little hungry.

Although Huang Chongzhen leaned close to his body to teach Azigen to dance...... Ah no, the way of doing Tai Chi is really despicable.

But according to his own words, he was sacrificing his young body to find out the news for Daming.

After all, this woman belongs to the high-ranking aristocracy of the Jurchens, and the inside information she knows is naturally not comparable to those ordinary people, and there will be no such shop in this village after this village.

Huang Chongzhen called this method - Tai Chi spy warfare.