I'm really not the carpenter emperor

Before he could speak, Amin yelled loudly from the sidelines to build up momentum for Huang Taiji, "That is Father Khan's last edict. Besides carrying it out, what other options do we have?"

"Abahai, you should discipline your son well, even dare to doubt the will of the Great Khan, what else will he not dare to do in the future!"

"So, what else is there to talk about?"

Huang Taiji chuckled, came to Dorgon and touched his head, but was thrown away by the latter.

Huang Taiji didn't care about it, and his face was full of a kind smile like an elder brother doting on his younger brother.

Soon below, the Baylors of the two blue flags who supported him, as well as some descendants of the Aixinjueluo family shouted loudly.

In the end, even the two yellow flags expressed their views one after another.

"We don't know anything else, we just know that if anyone dares to disobey the edict of the Great Khan, the two yellow flags will find him desperately!"

"Our two yellow flags mean this. Since the Great Khan ordered Abahai to be buried, then Abahai must die!"

The two yellow flags are Nurhachi's most loyal subordinates, and there are more old and young left behind. They have been watching the wind for a long time, but they actually believed in the authenticity of this "legacy".

The final attitude of the two yellow flags is the beginning of Dorgon's despair.

He knew in his heart that the two yellow flags controlled the old village, and they were the most capable fighters among the Eight Banners. Once their attitudes were decided, they could almost determine the direction of the entire dispute.

Daishan was too cowardly, and was caught in the pigtails again, so he didn't dare to compete with Huang Taiji for the sweat position in front of everyone. As for Amin, he naturally had his own thoughts.

As even the two yellow flags also turned their backs one after another, the battle for Khan position after Nurhachi's death has come to an end.

Huang Taiji became popular and was officially designated as the heir to the so-called Daikin Khan throne.

As for Dorgon and Duoduo, although they are small and brave, they are too young after all, and no one supports their ideas at all.

The objections of the two failed to stir up any waves, and they were both forcibly taken away in the end, watching their mother-in-law be imprisoned in the dark Khan Palace.

No one expected that Abahai, who was supposed to be in power after Nurhachi's death, became a victim of this political struggle.

……

Five days later.

Huang Taiji stood at the gate of the Khan Palace with his hands behind his back, looking at the concubine Ulanarashi Abahai, who looked even more charming after bathing and changing clothes, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

But the next moment, with the angry roars of Dorgon and Duoduo behind him, even this little bit of mercy disappeared.

"The imperial edict of the Great Khan ordered the great concubine Ulanara to be buried!"

Abahai did not resist, he came out under the service of several servants, and finally looked at the crowd, trying to find the figures of Dorgon and Duoduo.

After seeing it, he felt relieved and smiled at them.

Now Abahai can't wait to be buried without disturbance, because she suddenly figured it out last night, and she thought it through very thoroughly.

In any case, Dorgon and Duoduo are the sons of Lao Khan, as long as he obeys, then Huang Taiji has no reason to embarrass them.

Abahai is her biological mother, so she naturally knows Dorgon's ability. She believes that this child will definitely be better than Huang Taiji in the future.

Now she is just afraid that Dorgon was too impulsive before he was buried and made too much noise, which will affect his and Duoduo's future future.

"Concubine, please enter the palace—" Dai Shan looked into the Khan Palace. At this time, some servants had already placed Abahai's coffin with Nurhachi's.

People are still alive, but they are equivalent to dead.

Thinking about it, Abahai took the last step in and looked back into the crowd. When she saw Dorgon at this time, she no longer yelled loudly.

The 12-year-old Dorgon clenched his fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and he refused to leave Abahai's gaze.

Seeing this, Abahai was completely relieved.

Watching the concubine walk into the Khan Palace without any resistance, and waiting for the gate to close a little bit, Huang Taiji's heart was pounding, and he didn't feel relaxed at all.

I just feel like something is missing...

Why is this happening?

Thinking of this, Huang Taiji looked back at the crowd.

At this moment, Dorgon and Duoduo have disappeared, and I don't know when, I haven't heard their cries again.

These two boys are so calm.

Following the sound of the stool being kicked down in the Khan Palace, all the Baylor clans gathered around fell to the ground one by one.

"The empress is gone!"

"My concubine, let's go—!"

Huang Taiji didn't shout along with the crowd, because he hated Abahai, and even more hated Dorgon, and now that the overall situation was settled, he didn't even want to pretend this one.

Seeing Huang Taiji leave Khan Palace without saying a word, Daishan felt a little bit in his heart, he suddenly had a feeling that he was wrong.

……

In September of the fourth year of Tianqi, Nurhachi died of a relapse of his old illness after being frightened by Mao Wenlong in Wenquan Town.

On November [-], Daishan convened a meeting of the nobles of the Eight Banners, and in the name of the edict, forced Nurhachi's concubine Ulanarashi Abahai and two concubines to be buried in the Khan Palace.

On December [-]st, Daishan, his sons Yuetuo, Sakhalian and others jointly held the throne of Huangtai Jishi Khan under the name of "the talent and virtue are the best in the world, and he should immediately succeed to the throne".

All the Baylors combined words to persuade Huang Taiji to succeed him, while Huang Taiji adopted Hanchen Fan Wencheng's opinion, followed clear rules and made modest resignations again and again.

On December [-]th of the fourth year of Tianqi, Huang Taiji burned incense to proclaim to heaven in Hetualahan Palace, and took the next year as the first year of Tiancong.

On the same day, Huang Taiji changed his name to Huang Taiji.

Chapter 543 It's All About Me

After Nurhachi's death, the whole Houjin was immersed in grief. No matter whether Huang Taiji hated or loved Nurhachi, this was his father. Although he was not sad, he also had complex emotions that could not be described.

In any case, Nurhachi's death made Hou Jin's next offensive against Neikalkha suspended.

At this time, Khan Xinli, besides wearing hemp and filial piety, the Baylors of the Eight Banners are also considering their own interests in the future, and have no time to compete for any military exploits.

Although the two blue flags supporting Huang Taiji were mourning the death of Xian Dahan on the surface, they were secretly happy.

It won't be long before their new Great Khan Huang Taiji will give them the promotion they deserve and the reward they deserve. This is what they are looking forward to.

As for Daishan and the gang of Lianghuangqi, they were also secretly pondering whether this newcomer had the qualifications to be a profuse sweater.

For Huang Taiji, although he has successfully succeeded now, it does not mean that he can relax.

Although Daishan and Amin support his succession, they actually have their own ideas. If they are not handled properly, they may be overthrown.

It's not that Huang Taiji is ignorant of the opportunities that the Ming Dynasty's conquest of Hal will bring to Hou Jin, but the stability of the country is more important now.

It's good that Lao Khan can't die in one breath, he can always suppress those who are about to make a move, but if he dies suddenly, he will not be so safe immediately.

For Huang Taiji, taking advantage of the opportunity of the Ming Dynasty and Lin Danhan to stabilize the country is the top priority.

Huang Taiji did exactly that. As soon as he succeeded, he sent envoys directly to Horqin and Neikalkha to test their intentions.

Horqin's Obateji has nothing to say. Nurhachi helped him get his seat back. Without Houjin, Horqin couldn't survive alone.

To show his sincerity, Oba not only replied first, claiming to recognize Huang Taiji's status as a great khan, and continued to be a vassal to Houjin, but also paid [-] prairie horses at one time, which is not a small amount.

Although he has experienced the failure of Fuyuwei, Horqin is still one of the best in the east after all.

As soon as Horqin expressed his position, the rest of the Eastern Mongolian tribes also sent envoys to Hetuala to profess their vassals to Huang Taiji, which greatly consolidated the position of the newly succeeded Huang Taiji in Houjin.

However, since the defeat of Fuyuwei in the first battle, the five major ministries of Neikalkha, who have a strong sense of gunpowder in the post-golden period, have been silent for a long time, and their attitude is unclear.

However, Huang Taiji did not continue Nurhachi's policy of persecution, and he had the intention of abandoning his previous suspicions.

Huang Taiji sent envoys to the five major ministries again, and also presented a lot of cattle and sheep, saying that it was to comfort Fu Yuwei's pain after the First World War.

In this way, the tit-for-tat situation between the five major ministries and Hou Jin has eased a little.

……

The upheaval outside Liaodong was quickly spread to the capital with the north wind entering the customs, and then spread farther and farther along with the word of mouth of merchants and common people.

Nurhachi is dead!This damn thing is finally dead!

Countless people clapped their hands and applauded. For the people who have suffered from the flames of war for many years, the death of the old slave chief is undoubtedly the best news since the Liao incident in the Wanli year.

Especially in Liaodong, many people couldn't believe it was true. It didn't take long for every household to celebrate, just like celebrating the new year.

The men gathered together and shouted loudly that they would not be drunk or return tonight, and most of the women who stayed at home also dressed and washed on this day, and took to the streets to say hello to each other.

In the brothels and teahouses in the capital, scholars and scholars celebrated each other with bullet crowns, swaying pen and ink, reciting poems and composing Fu.

Liaoyang.

Today is a big day. Seeing the news that Nurhachi died of illness in Hetuala, Cao Wenzhao was stunned for the first time.

After confirming again and again, Cao Wenzhao dared to believe the shocking news that the slave chief was dead...

The chief culprit who killed countless people in Liaodong and ruined countless families died just like that!

Cao Wenzhao thought he could finally get a good night's sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. When he walked to the street, he realized that the bustle outside was the same as during the day.

Seeing this scene, Cao Wenzhao felt a little emotional.

It's been a long time since I saw this kind of scene in Liaodong. Since the rise of Liaodong, the Han people in Liaodong have not been safe for a day.

He put on his coat, took off the armor he had been wearing for an unknown period of time, and came to the tower to the north of Liaoyang.

Cao Wenzhao looked around and found that even the moonlight tonight was extraordinarily bright, as if the whole sky had been washed clean with the death of the old slave.

Noticing that there was still a person standing in the distance, he chuckled lightly, thinking that he was not the only one who couldn't sleep.

"Taitai, it's so late, why don't you go to rest?"

Xiong Tingbi pressed the cold bricks with one hand, turned to look at him when he heard the words, and said:

"There's no need to call it Taitai, it's not a promotion tonight."

Cao Wenzhao smiled and didn't answer, but stood silently beside Xiong Tingbi, looking at the quiet wilderness.

"The old slave is dead..."

"Finally dead, a good death." Xiong Tingbi knew it a long time ago, but now he was shocked when he heard this, and there was an unconcealable excitement in his words, "I really want to kill him with one knife! Unfortunately, there is no chance again ..."

Cao Wenzhao glanced at Xiong Tingbi, yes, Liaodong Jinglue has a deeper hatred for the old slave than they do.

He has been fighting Nurhachi for five years, from the beginning of the civil and military ridicule and impeachment of the Manchu Dynasty to the recovery of Liao now, he has waited too long for this day.

"Your Majesty must be very happy to hear the news." Cao Wenzhao looked back at the capital.

Apart from excitement, Xiong Tingbi's face didn't show much joy at all.

"The old slave is dead, but Jiannu is still alive, and the Liao incident is far from over!"

"The successor Huang Taiji knows how to appoint Han people as officials. Fan Wencheng and Ning Wanwo are all his traitors!"

"Compared to the old slave, Huang Taiji is even more terrifying!"

In fact, Cao Wenzhao also found out, "Taitai is right. It was reported in the Tang newspaper this morning that the newly appointed slave chieftain Huang Taiji sent people to Neikalkha to donate cattle and sheep to the five major ministries. This kind of thing can be done by old slaves." Never did."

Xiong Tingbi sneered, "This is buying people's hearts! The five major ministries didn't want to fight Jianzhou to the death. Now that there is another war in the west wing of the imperial court, they will definitely watch the fire from the other side and go down the slope."

The city was still celebrating, but Cao Wenzhao's face was filled with deep worry, "What do you think should be done?"

Xiong Tingbi thought for a while, and said:

"At this time, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty are celebrating, thinking that once the old slave dies, the Liao incident will be over."

"Liao affairs are far from over to the point where they are now, and I want to advise His Majesty."

Hearing this, Cao Wenzhao was a little embarrassed.

"Taitai, let's relax for a while. Now that we are going up and down, I am afraid that we will be impeached and opposed by the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty."

Xiong Tingbi stood there looking a little alone, and sighed:

"Have I not done enough with the courtiers?"

"That's right." Cao Wenzhao chuckled, as a military general, he was really powerless when it came to government matters.

Chapter 544 The Reckless Old Eunuch

"Your Majesty, happy event! Great happy event!" Chao Fu rushed into Xinuang Pavilion recklessly, his face looked like he had a second spring.

However, Zhu Youxiao watched the memorials all afternoon, and now he is not in a good mood, because with the passage of time, the memorials in various places have also developed in a bad direction.

For example, in Shaanxi, although the money from the imperial court for disaster relief has been distributed to county governments in various places under the supervision of Dongchang, local governments have also provided porridge and built sheds to gather a large number of victims, but the disaster situation has not seen any improvement.