The huge Fuling Mausoleum, the people in the village, there is no sound, only the autumn wind is bleak, blowing the flag hunting sound.

Huang Chongzhen believes that as long as this young man who is born with great personality charm, at this moment, he will raise his arms on the Eight Kings Stage.

No matter how perfect Huang Taiji's arrangement was in advance, under the anger of Chong Guan, there would still be many Jurchen nobles who were willing to stand on his side.

After a long time, however, he lowered his head high, and lowered it deeply, even though everyone could clearly see that his long body was trembling slightly.

But everyone also understood that this arrogant young man, under the extremely unfavorable current situation and huge pressure, finally chose to surrender, or rather, to submit.

Seeing this, Azig and Duoduo groaned. Ah Shan was obviously relieved, but Huang Taiji hooked the corners of his mouth very vaguely.

Without hearing his command, or even seeing him make the slightest movement, a group of white-armored guards walked out from the back of the Eight Kings Terrace and went to the concubine's place on their own.

Dolgon glanced at it and realized that these white armors were the personal guards of his father Khan during his lifetime, and they had always maintained a neutral posture in this battle for the throne, but they didn't want to know when they had been taken into the hub by Huang Taiji.

Glancing deeply at this scheming but silent old starling, Dolgon was different from his two grieving brothers, standing quietly like a stake, but he had buried his hatred deep in his heart.

The eldest concubine, who was like the stars and the moon, was also startled by Ah Shan's roar, but quickly calmed down, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, watching everything that happened on the Eight Kings Platform.

Maybe it's the natural beauty, or the care of being in the top position for many years, so that filial piety can't hide this woman's grace and luxury, and the embrace of a group of Jurchen ladies behind her sets her off like a queen.

She didn't believe that anyone in this khanate could do anything out of the ordinary to her, unless she was willing, as with Ah Shan, you and I would do it.

On the Eight Kings Terrace, which represented the symbol of power of the Great Golden Khanate, three were her own sons, one was her nominal son, and the other was hers......

Therefore, even if a team of tall and powerful white-armored guards suddenly appeared and walked towards her with sonorous steps, they did not see her panic in the slightest.

Until...... Those white-armored guards who belonged to her husband, the Great Khan, drew their swords and killed the house slaves who wanted to protect their masters on the spot.

Blood splattered in front of the concubine's delicate and panicked face, but the knife control ability of these white-armored guards was extremely strong, and they didn't even splash a drop on her.

It's just that the moment the knife was put into the sheath, she was ruthlessly locked with her backhand, and she couldn't tolerate her lips, and she resisted at all.

The white-armored guards behind him also neatly locked and held Deinze, who was trembling behind him.

Deinze was already so frightened that he couldn't say a word, but the concubine's fair face suddenly turned red, trying to suppress the fear and anger in the depths of Fang's heart, and shouted at the stage: "Huang Taiji, what are you going to do?" ”

"I'm sorry, Eniang, my father Khan's edict has to be obeyed." Huang Taiji's eyes were full of helplessness and his face was full of sadness.

"You've just inherited the throne! Will you do such things that are inferior to beasts? This palace is your titular mother! After all, the concubine couldn't contain her anger, and her anger broke through all her fears and shouted loudly.

"E-Niang is indeed misunderstood, this is indeed the edict of my father Khan, and my son just learned about it not long ago. If E-Niang doesn't believe it, she will go to meet her father Khan and ask him face to face, and she will know the truth. ”

Huang Taiji said, as if he was afraid that it would change later, and finally made a vague look at the expressionless white-armored guards.

I saw that the white-armored guards were shocked by the horror of many Jurchen nobles, and they caught the eldest concubine and the concubine Deinze, and resolutely walked towards the mausoleum where there was still a gap.

Many nobles were also shocked to realize that the reason why they didn't seal this gap was actually for such a purpose.

At the same time, several white-armored guards walked out from behind the Eight Kings, protecting a woman in the middle.

When everyone looked at it, they remembered that there was also an Azigan.

However, this woman, who was completely different from the anger of the concubine and the paralysis of Deinze's fear, seemed to squint at the sun with great enjoyment, and did not even need to be escorted, but walked quietly by herself.

Looking at Deinze again, first he was so frightened that he couldn't say a word, and then he begged bitterly, and when he came to the gap, he saw that there was no hope of survival, and finally shouted in a shrieked voice with grief and indignation: "Huang Taiji, you treacherous fellow, what you told me in advance is not so, Huang Taiji...... Huang Taiji...... I won't let you go......"

However, as she went deeper into Fuling, her voice became weaker and weaker, and even the curse seemed so weak.

Besides, just as Huang Taiji despised in his heart, he was just a concubine, and Houjin, who was full of powerful people and was extremely important, seemed to be so soft-spoken.

How many people will believe what she broke the news, that is, how many people will care.

The passage leading from the gap to the depths of Fuling seemed to be very small, and after the first team of white-armored guards pressed Deinze to enter, the second team did not follow in, which left some time for the concubine.

She turned around to look at the top of the Eight Kings Platform and lowered her head, not daring to look at her three sons who had been martyred, she felt a deep pain in her heart, but forcibly suppressed her grief and indignation, but took a deep breath, and suddenly shouted: "Dolgon, raise your head." ”

If she called Huang Taiji, these white-armored guards who had been subdued by him, out of loyalty to the Great Khan's protector mentality, might have blocked it, but she called her own son, so why not?

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, after all, these guards, don't look young, but most of them are fathers.

So, they looked at each other and gently released their pincer-like palms, allowing Ah Fei to turn her whole body around and face the Eight Kings on the high platform, among whom were her three sons.

The mother is expensive by virtue of the son, and the biological mother of the three Baylors had to die because of a so-called "edict", such a primitive and powerful system made Huang Chongzhen sigh.

He watched quietly, and when he saw the three Dolgon brothers looking up, Azig and Dordo finally couldn't help but cry, and kept calling "Eniang" in their mouths, like a helpless baby who couldn't find its mother.

Dolgon's blood and tears, which had been suppressed for a long time, finally burst out of his eyes and slowly flowed down his cheeks, but only two strings.

The autumn wind was bleak, blowing the flag hunting, and everyone was silent, so even Huang Taiji had no intention of stopping it, leaving enough time for this most precious blood relationship between heaven and earth.

After a long time, the sonorous movement of the white-armored guards gradually came from Fuling, and Ah Fei suddenly woke up, and then said loudly: "E-Niang is going to accompany your father Khan, my son needs to cheer up, when I see your father-Khan, E-Niang will report your bravery to him." ”

Seeing that the three of them nodded heavily, she looked at Huang Taiji again and said, "Huang Taiji, if you can promise this palace to reuse the three sons of this palace, this palace will calmly go to the same cave with the Great Khan." Otherwise, after the palace personally asks the Great Khan about the reason for his burial, he will definitely come back and tell you. ”

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth outlined a cold and glamorous smile, and a pair of smart beautiful eyes constantly shuttled between Ah Shan and Huang Taiji, and the meaning of "otherwise" was clearly conveyed to the two of them.

Such a warning is even more worrying than the curse that "ghosts will not let you go".

Ah Shan and Huang Taiji's hearts also immediately "chuckled", and it was only then that they were shocked.

The one they teamed up to frame was a dignified concubine, and even in the hot summer, she loved to wear long sleeves to dance for the slave chief.

She was ousted from this position for some reason, but it took less than a year for her to return to this position.

Such a method, if there is no backhand arrangement, Huang Taiji, who prides himself on being very good at layout, can't believe it.

Moreover, Huang Taiji is keenly aware that there are already many people in the audience who are ready to move, and if it continues to be consumed, it will be difficult to ensure that there will be no more incidents.

At that time, if more than half of the nobles jumped out and questioned the so-called "edict" in Ah Shan's hand, then whether this authenticity was tested or not?

Huang Taiji is not only good at scheming, but also good at decisiveness, and he knows the top priority at the moment, but such a character disappears first, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

So, he immediately nodded and said: "The twelfth brother, the fourteenth brother and the fifteenth brother are all good brothers of Ben Khan, if Eniang doesn't say it, I will also reuse it." Moreover, this is also the meaning of Father Khan after all. ”

Hearing that this rebel actually took out the remnants of the slave chief to oppress herself, the concubine smiled coldly, and when she heard the sound behind her, she looked at the eight kings on the stage one by one with deep eyes.

Then, he tore off his filial piety clothes, waved his sleeves, turned around angrily, and resolutely stepped into the gap, and went to the depths of the slave chief's mausoleum.

Azig and Dordo cried out in grief, and Dolgon choked up, but he just watched silently, probably burying all his grief in the deepest part of his heart.

Compared with the two, Azgen's departure seemed so peaceful that he didn't even look at a single clansman.

Instead, he turned his head to the direction where Huang Chongzhen and the other Ming teenagers were, cast a deep glance, left a light smile, and calmly entered Fuling, to continue to accompany her for a lifetime.

Three women in one play, but on the same matter, they have three completely different attitudes because of their different experiences and mentalities.

But in any case, martyrdom is undoubtedly the most tragic tragedy in the history of human civilization.

There was no singing, no dancing, no drumming, and the Jurchen nobles just used collective silence to see off these three once glorious women.

In the 22nd century, where Huang Chongzhen once lived and struggled, human civilization has occupied almost every corner of the earth.