Dorgon reborn

Yan Ran has lived an ordinary life, although only 20 years, but for him, he has already gone through many vicissitudes and hardships.

In the experience of life, he understands that a good life needs to be created with his own hands, and he understands that there will be no such things as pie in the sky in this world.However, everything in front of him at this moment broke the laws he had always followed, and he became Dorgon, the fourteenth son of Qing Taizu Nurhachi!

With such a noble status and such a famous name, what he felt was not a surprise but a burst of confusion and fear. Dorgon, a man like an eagle, left too many questions for people in the flood of history. !

Yan Ran raised his eyes and glanced at Abahai who was taking a nap beside him. This is his mother-in-law in this life. She is such a beautiful woman. No wonder even Nurhachi dotes on her so much, but will history repeat itself?He who has never felt the love of his parents, now has an inexplicable feeling for this quiet and sleeping woman beside him!

After all, blood is thicker than water. After all, the blood flowing in his body is the blood of Nurhachi and Abahai. After all, this body was conceived by her. Too many emotions are entangled together, so he has to watch this as it is. Sunny woman.But now the most important thing is to fill the stomach!

Although Yan Ran was very relentless, given his current situation, even if he was given a bowl of rice, he would probably only be able to sigh in relief. He sighed silently, stretched out those little hands that made him so sad and indignant, and held Abahai. He tugged at the hem of his clothes, making a babbling sound that even he couldn't understand.

Feeling the slight movements around him, Abahai hurriedly opened his eyes to look at the child beside him, with a doting smile on his face, "What happened to Er Niang's little Dorgon? Er Niang fell asleep!" The child was hugged in her arms and gently comforted by her hands. Her tiredness was undisguised on her soft cheeks. The childbirth had exhausted her physical strength, but the instinct of maternal love drove her to care for the child meticulously.

Yan Ran frowned and tried his best to express the meaning of hunger, but Abahai seemed to have misunderstood his meaning, and even hugged and coaxed him!His stomach kept protesting, and he had no choice but to embarrass himself in the end. People depend on food, and food is absolutely necessary.This time his face was ready, Yan Ran rubbed his head into Abahai's arms for a while, his heart was in a mess, he had never had such close contact with a woman, even though he was his mother in this life, she was still I feel a little awkward.

"Hehe, it turns out that our little Dorgon is hungry!" Abahai looked at the child who was leaning towards her arms, couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and opened the skirt of his clothes, picked up the child and stuck it to himself.

Yan Ran closed her eyes, opened her mouth and began to eat, a stream of sweet milk poured into her mouth like a spring, her heart gradually calmed down.It turned out that it was so warm in his mother's arms, and he pressed his head close to this warm body, greedily wanting more warmth.

His stomach was full, Yan Ran's eyelids sank again, and his brain couldn't think for a long time. This is really a life like a pig. After thinking about it, he fell into a deep sleep again, and this time he didn't dream about the past life again. He slept peacefully, because there was always someone by his side guarding him.

Abahai was lying on his side and staring at the child beside him. His peaceful and sleeping face was pink and cute. He was really a beautiful child, perfectly combining the advantages of her and King Khan.Her Dorgon will definitely be a handsome man when he grows up, and she wants to make him the pride of the Jurchen and King Khan, child, you won't let Erniang down, right?You have to grow up quickly, follow your Ama to fight on the battlefield, and go there to make contributions!

--------------In the woods outside the city--------------

Huang Taiji leaned against the tree trunk with anger in his eyes, the grass in his hand was pulled off the ground and scattered on the sand under his feet, "Emiang, have you seen that? That Abahai gave birth to Ama again. Since You only had that woman and her sons in your eyes when you passed away, Ama!" Burying his head in his arms, he recalled the time with his mother, what a beautiful and happy moment that was, but since Abahai married For Ama, everything changed drastically. She competed with Erniang for favor and scheming, and finally pushed Erniang out and monopolized Ama's favor.

Erniang, I know you are not reconciled, my son will avenge you, and I will not let this woman continue to be proud and arrogant.There was a firm sneer on the corner of his lips, the seeds of resentment had been ingrained in him since he was a child, and so many years of forbearance made him learn not to panic.He will use his actions to gain everyone's approval, and he will regain everything he lost!

Standing up and dusting off the dust on his body, he pulled the horse tethered by the tree and leaped up, clamping his legs hard, and the horse rolled up and kicked four times and galloped forward.The young man on horseback is tall and straight, drawing a graceful arc in the wind. The wind blows over his young and handsome face, outlining his firm face. He is Nurhachi's fourth son, Huang Taiji, who is side Fujin Meng Gu's only son, a man like the wind!

One month passed in a blink of an eye, and Nurhachi gave a grand full-moon wine to his son who had just turned one in the city, and drank and laughed with the soldiers during the banquet.The resolute face that had been through vicissitudes and was sanded by the wind and sand was always full of joy. He picked up the wine glass and stood up and shouted to the people around him: "Come, let's drink this glass together. One is for my son Dorgon; the other is for my son." For my Jurchen and Horqin of Mongolia to tie the knot."

"Congratulations to King Khan, congratulations to King Khan, subjugate Mongolian Horqin, and make another step forward for our Jurchen unification!" Cheers came from around, and then wine glasses collided.

With a faint smile on his lips all the time, Huang Taiji picked up the wine jar and filled Nurhachi with wine, "Ama, my son toasts you, congratulations on the double happiness of Ama! I wish Ama complete the great cause of reunification as soon as possible!"

"Haha, Huang Taiji, you are the elder brother. You must teach Dorgon more in the future!" Nurhachi reached out and patted his son's shoulder heavily. This son has always been his favorite, and he is cautious and leaves him to handle many things without him. He will carry out what he wants, but it's a pity that Meng Gu left early, which made him lose Eniang's love.

"Ama, don't worry, my son will do his best to take care of Dorgon!" Huang Taiji said respectfully, but with a touch of sadness in his heart, he was always less important than that woman's son in Ama's heart.

"Okay, it's Ama's good son. Go to Dafujin to see your fourteenth brother!" Nurhachi was very happy to see such a sensible son in front of him, and he picked up his wine glass and drank heavily with the soldiers around him.

A little smile appeared on the corners of Huang Taiji's lips, he bypassed Nurhachi and came to Abahai's side, and said with a smile, "Da Fujin, the fourteenth younger brother is really handsome!" He is not the slightest bit of joy, he really looks like Abahai, but the corners of his eyes and brows are very similar to Ama.

"Sibeile, sit down!" Abahai had a slight smile on his face, but from the corner of his eyes, he noticed the subtle changes on Huang Taiji's face, she knew very well that Huang Taiji in front of him was definitely not a kind person.The Jurchens are as precious as their mothers. When Meng Gu was in Dafujin, Huang Taiji was so beautiful, but after Meng Gu died and she became Dafujin, Huang Taiji's status plummeted. She remembered that 12-year-old Huang Taiji was in The angry gaze in front of his mother's coffin, so Huang Taiji will not have any good feelings for her, everything in front of him is just his disguise.

"Da Fujin, can I hug my fourteenth brother?!" Huang Taiji behaved very calmly in front of Abahai, as if he had a brotherly love, and he would never let this shrewd woman see any clues .

Abahai picked up the child in his arms and handed it to Huang Taiji, "Sibeile, Dorgon is very naughty, you hug him!" She is still very relieved now, Huang Taiji will definitely not face him on such an occasion. Dorgon made an extraordinary move, and if something happened to Dorgon in his hands, King Khan would never let him go.With Huang Taiji's shrewdness, he would never do such a stupid thing.

Huang Taiji took the child in Abahai's hands and hugged it into his arms. With a slight smile on his lips, he hooked Dorgon's chubby chin with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Little Dorgon looks so good. It's so cute, when you grow up, mynah will teach you how to ride and shoot!"

Yan Ran blinked her eyes and looked carefully at Huang Taiji in front of her. He is the one who will seize the throne of Dorgon Khan in the future, and the man who forced his mother to be buried!Sure enough, there was a different reaction, just now from the brief conversation and expression between him and Abahai, he could see that this man's city is extremely deep and cannot be peeped at.

Can he handle such a powerful opponent?After getting along with Abahai for a month, he has already become dependent on this woman, which is the pursuit of the lack of maternal love.He wants to change history, wants Abahai to be by his side, and doesn't want to lose his mother in this life again.

But he doesn't want to be involved in the battle for sweat position, he just wants to live an ordinary life, but things often don't change with people's consciousness!History is repeating itself, the gears of fate have turned, and Yan Ran has stepped into this chaotic world of strife!

Family affection, love, hatred...all of these things will flow along with the torrent of history, whether he can grasp this sail, whether he can grasp this last hope, all of these things will flow along with his life Show it little by little!