Shengjing, Ministry of War lobby.

Hong Chengchou summoned Wu Sangui alone, and as soon as he met, he was harsh and scolded him: "Changbo, you are so brave! You dare to passively avoid war during a war and respect yourself! Do you want to rebel?"

Wu Sangui relied on his heavy army and was not afraid of punishment, but his face seemed to be intimidated and trepidated: "Hong Gong misunderstood that the Qing Dynasty had a re-creation of the generals, so how dare the generals be disobedient!"

Hong Chengchou looked at his performance coldly and said lightly: "There are no outsiders here, so don't pretend. Just your little thoughts, can I not know?"

"Yes, yes, what Mr. Hong said was that Sangui didn't dare."

Wu Sangui stood aside and laughed repeatedly. He was very depressed about this old boss who was his in the Ming Dynasty and now his boss who was his in the Qing Dynasty. He didn't know what evil he had committed in his previous life, so he was so destined to be.

Hong Chengchou's ability is too strong and he can do whatever he wants. Wu Sangui is afraid from the bottom of his heart that Hong Laojiu will take revenge on himself for the fact that Wu Zu's family did not save Chen Yang.

Hong Chengchou handed him the decree and said, "This is the emperor's punishment for you."

After receiving the order, Wu Sangui's face changed, and anger gradually rose, and a corner of the order in his hand was squeezed out of wrinkles.

Hong Chengchou glanced at him and snorted: "Do you think this is still the Ming Dynasty or Liaodong? Can 30,000 troops be respected? If I hadn't mediated for you this time, I'm afraid you're wearing a brand new prison robe or a different body and head!"

In Wu Sangui's suspicious expression, Hong Chengchou said again: "You only have 30,000 troops, how can you compete with the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty? In their eyes, you can still be kept if you are useful. If it is useless, your existence is a threat!"

Wu Sangui just wanted to preserve his strength, but he didn't think so deeply. At this time, Hong Chengchou had to give a note. He hurriedly knelt on the ground and shook his head at Hong Chengchou: "Thank you for your kindness in saving your life, Sangui will never forget you!"

Hong Chengchou helped him up and sighed, "You and I are both Han ministers, and we are both traitors. To say something that hurts our hearts, we are surrounded by enemies, so we should work together to help each other."

Wu Sangui climbed up from the ground, stood respectfully, and said, "I wonder what Mr. Hong has to do with his teachings?"

Hong Chengchou was very satisfied with his attitude and said, "I will not pursue the matter of selling me back then. If I have trouble in the future, I hope you can help me."

Wu Sangui is not a child either, so he will naturally not be fooled by Hong Chengchou for his words. He is still considering his own interests. It is better to have a friend than not.

His attitude was still very respectful on the surface, and he patted his chest and promised: "It must be, it must be! With the ability of Mr. Hong, he is not a high-ranking official, and he is as stable as Mount Tai."

Hong Chengchou patted his shoulder as if he was a junior and said, "Changbo, you must serve the court well when you are stationed in Busan!"

Wu Sangui hurriedly said, "I will remember the teachings of King Dingnan and never dare to have other intentions."

Hong Chengchou nodded meaningfully. In fact, he also knew that Wu Sangui would not surrender because of his threats. As long as this kid lost his former troops, he naturally would not dare to turn against him easily.

After Wu Sangui left, Hong Chengchou carefully considered the following plan. Thinking of the conversation with Dorgon yesterday, he was suddenly shocked and a faint cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I was careless yesterday!"

At that time, he knew that Dorgon had a high probability of choosing Ajige, but when he asked, he vaguely refused to choose. Isn’t this already a disguised side?

"Smart is wrong by cleverness!"

Hong Chengchou regretted that Dorgon was able to participate in political discussions since childhood and grew up under the shadow of Huang Taiji. His ability to turn the tables shows how powerful his political means are.

These days, Dorgon has been asking himself as if he was stupid when he encountered problems, was he pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger and had some plans?

Thinking of this, Hong Chengchou felt invisible pressure in his heart, feeling that he had to take action early and that guy could not breathe a few more breaths...

......

It was late at night and there were only a few morning stars, and the bright lights were lit in Ciqing Hall.

In the inner room, Huang Taiji's original wife Zhezhe sat on the bed, her beautiful appearance was a little vicissitudes, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

Sitting beside her was a pretty and charming young woman in palace costume, her niece, Concubine Zhuang Bumubutai.

The aunt and nephew marry one husband and brother-in-law together. This kind of social experience is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

There were only these aunts and nephews in the house, and no eunuch and palace maid were standing guard by his side.

Zhezhe said worriedly: "Yu'er, the emperor really doesn't plan to make Fulin the crown prince?"

Since marrying Huang Taiji, Zhezhe has never given birth to a person with him in his half life. He only gave birth to three daughters for Huang Taiji, and all of them were given to the Mongolians through political marriage.

After Huang Taiji's death, she was occupied by the crazy Dorgon. After being played with several times, she was left alone. She was a miserable woman who fell from heaven to hell. (Edited, Dorgon did not want her in history)

She placed all her future on the blessings born to Concubine Zhuang, hoping that this child could rise to power and rescue herself from the sea of ​​suffering.

After all, this child has half of the Korqin Borjigit bloodline. Strictly speaking, he can call himself a great-grandma...

Bumubutai said: "Aunt, I can guarantee that Dorgon will not establish Fulin. If he wants to establish a position, he would have established it long ago."

From the test that day, Bumubutai had already seen that Dorgon had no intention of passing the throne to Fulin. Not only that, she seriously suspected that Dorgon had already had the intention to kill.

Fulin was seven years old and Doni was only nine years old. They were all children and were raised in the harem. If Doni succeeded to the throne in the future, some things would inevitably depend on several women in the harem. The women in the harem are basically mentally retarded except themselves...

Zhezhe interrupted his thoughts and asked with a pale face: "You said that after Dorgon ascended to heaven, if Ajige succeeded to the throne, what should we do?"

Originally, my husband was occupied by my younger brother-in-law, but now my younger brother-in-law and new husband are about to die again. According to the customs of the Jurchens, I still have to serve his brother Ajige? How embarrassing!

Dorgon had no son at all, and he could only serve him and protect his son Fulin.

What about Ajige? There are only twelve sons alone! If he had risen to power, Fulin would not have been bullied to death?

What if Ajig dies and someone in his son is obsessed with him...

Thinking of this, Bumubutai was terrified, let alone Zhezhe, who dared not even think about it!

"Ajig must not be allowed to succeed to the throne!" Bumubutai said with a firm look on his face.

Zhezhe looked panicked and said, "Ajige is his brother. He has made many military achievements over the years. Now he has been named Prince Heshuo and has gone to Japan again. I am afraid that if he has accumulated enough strength, he will take over the position! How can we stop it?"

What I fear most is that the years of arrangements have been wasted and I have made wedding dresses for others.

Bumubutai thought for a moment, smiled slightly and said, "Auntie is thinking too much. Ajige has to deal with him. Prince Zheng and others are not vegetarians!"

Zhezhe thought about it carefully and suddenly realized that Jierhalang's biological father was Nurhaci's younger brother Shurhazi, and he was not qualified to succeed him. If he wanted to maintain his status, he could only support the descendants of Taizu to the throne.

But who can he support? Azig?

Never mind, Ajige and Jirgalang have always been in a disagreement, the kind that fights life and death.

Doni? Even more impossible!

Zhezhe once heard his ex-husband Huang Taiji occasionally complain about Prince Yu Duoduo. A few years ago, the Eight Banners entered the pass and went south. In the battle of Dingzhou, Jiergalang was completely abused by the Tianwu Army of the Ming Kingdom. Duoduo threatened to kill Jiergalang to boost the morale of the army.

Jirgalang is not an open-minded person, how could he support his enemy Duoduo's son?

Bumubutai said: "Jirgalang was once the confidant of the late emperor. Like you and me, he voted for Dorgon because of helplessness. If he supports it, he will definitely support the Fulin of the late emperor's remains!"

She paused, then lowered her voice and said, "There is also King Dingnan. This afternoon, he sent someone to contact me secretly and said... "

Zhezhe's face changed, and he finally nodded for a while and said, "Then what should we do?"

Bumubutai sighed quietly and said, "Planning is about people and accomplishing things is about heaven. We don't know how much effort we have spent on Fulin in the past few years. We must not fail. We cannot delay this matter any longer. Even though we know we need to take risks, we must try it!"

Zhezhe seemed very nervous and nodded firmly: "What do you mean..."

Bumubutai said: "Ezhen Ashan, Gushan, Eight Banners, was once the confidant of the late emperor. His great concubine has a good relationship with you. My aunt can try to contact him..."
Chapter completed!