Chapter 3: The Death of Tu Lai (I)

"Emperor, news came from lurking in Shengjing that Huang Taiji seemed to be attacking Dorgon. The leader was his guard captain Tu Lai." Zhou Wenyuan stood under the steps and quietly reported.

"Oh?" Zhu Yinglong was not surprised by Huang Taiji's decisive decision. If he had been in his position, he might have issued the same order. There was only one dragon throne, and it was destined to be done by one person. The system of the Later Jin throne was not the inheritance system of the eldest son, but the capable one. This kept the strongest in every throne of the Later Jin monarch, but it was both advantageous and disadvantageous. For a throne, brothers fought against each other, fought for power, consumed the power of the country, hindered development, and even regressed.

"Is there anything wrong with Shengjing?" Zhu Yinglong asked with a serious expression.

Zhou Wenyuan bowed and said, "Mangguertai, the political situation of the Jin people is turbulent, but overall, it is relatively calm."

"Where is Wuyun Shandan?" Zhu Yinglong was extremely concerned about his sister-in-law. Although she married Dorgon, Dorgon's heart was not on her. But she was also the legitimate sister of Hai Lanzhu and Da Yu'er. She was also a family. Even if Dorgon didn't like her much, he was unwilling to let Huang Taiji take advantage of her.

"I have quietly ordered someone to send the news to her, but I don't know if she believes it. This woman has wisdom that does not belong to a man and is confirming the news of Dorgon's life and death through various channels." Zhou Wenyuan said.

"Dorgon should not know about this in advance. After Tu Lai and Dorgon officially met, the camera would move." Zhu Yinglong instructed that although Huang Taiji sent 90% of Tu Lai to execute Dorgon on the spot, there was no need to inform Dorgon of the news before the other party made clear actions. This was an excellent opportunity, enough to break up with Dorgon and Huang Taiji.

Zhou Wenyuan's calm face did not have a slight fluctuation. As Zhu Yinglong's second intelligence general, how could he not understand the emperor's thoughts? He even wondered whether he wanted to cause Dorgon to be injured, so that the effect might be better.

"I understand that I will make people stare at Tu Lai's every move and report to the emperor at any time." A smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Wenyuan's mouth, a little cruel and a little mockery.

Sakhalin received a message from Shengjing. The letter said that someone would come to Beijing soon and take Dorgon back to Shengjing, but he did not say who was coming to pick him up, let alone how many people were.

This ambiguous news made Sahalin confused at first, and when he understood a little, he was already in a cold sweat behind him.

Sakhalin never expected that the people from Shengjing were an elite team led by Tu Lai. This was the guards around Huang Taiji. They were all loyal soldiers who had experienced many battles and were loyal to Huang Taiji. They were not here to support them, but to kill people. Of course, they would not choose to kill him in front of Sahalin, but Tu Lai would not come forward in front of Sahalin, otherwise wouldn't Huang Taiji's thoughts be completely exposed to him?

Half a month passed, and Dorgon arranged for him to stay in a small courtyard in a village outside the capital. Although the conditions may not be as good as the dark prison, at least he could see the sun and breathe free air.

After burning a pot of wine, four exquisite albums, life was so comfortable. Looking at books and writing, Dorgon finally found that the square characters of the Han people were better than the characters of their Jurchens, square, and his own characters were like tadpoles, and the culture of thousands of years was not yet covered.

As dusk approached, suddenly dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the darkness covered the sky and the earth. In a blink of an eye, the biting north wind started to scream loudly. The sky became darker and darker, and the clouds were pressing lower, the wind and clouds were changing, and the wind and snow were about to come.

In less than a stick of incense, the north wind stopped, and suddenly the sky was covered with heavy snow like goose feathers, and a thick layer was spread on the yard in a blink of an eye.

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and the eyes are full of flying snowflakes.

The charcoal in the charcoal stove burned with a "crackling" sound. The temperature in the house was like outside the house, one in the sky and the other underground. Sahalin tried hard to choose this opportunity and quietly left the city to come to a place where Dorgon temporarily lived in seclusion. He pushed open the door and shook his face first, and suddenly shivered. When he raised his eyes, he saw Dorgon lying on a rattan chair, holding a book in his hand, leisurely and contented Dorgon.

Dorgon's calm and composed appearance made Sakhalin finally realize what the difference is. He seemed to never reach the height of Dorgon. Whenever there was any disturbance, he would be a little panicked and could not hold back. Fortunately, he was not in front of others, otherwise he would have lost face.

"Uncle Fourteenth, my nephew is here to see you." Sahalin stepped forward enthusiastically and owed him.

Dorgon moved the book away, sat up, and said happily, "Here, it's so windy and snow outside, it's rare that you still think of Uncle Fourteen."

"Come on, come on, sit down quickly and roast the fire first!" Dorgon greeted enthusiastically.

"Uncle Fourteenth, I'm sorry for letting you live here!" Sahalin said with apologies.

"Don't be wronged, don't be wronged, there is no need to work here, there is wine and meat, I have never lived such a comfortable and comfortable life." Dorgon's face was full of smiles, and he shook his hands repeatedly.

"My nephew brings you a jar of good wine." Sahalin ordered his men to carry a jar of five kilograms of wine in and introduced, "Uncle Fourteenth, this is a famous good wine in the capital, Taibai Zui from Taibai Tower."

"Uncle Fourteen has heard of this wine. I heard that a pound of wine costs ten yuan. This is just ordinary, and it is expensive for hundreds of dragons. Xiao Sa'er, where did you get it?" Dorgon's eyes lit up when he heard it. He is also a person who loves wine. The winemaking skills of the Jurchens are really not very good. Dorgon has always been to the fine wine of the Han people. Zhu Yinglong has been to the dark prison three times. Every time he invites him, he drinks different wines. Each wine is a superb good wine, especially this too white drunk, strong enough, mellow and strong enough. After drinking it once, he deeply remembers the taste of the wine.

"You are being taken care of by this 14th uncle. Anyway, this wine is my nephew's filial piety to you." Sahalin laughed. Looking at Dorgon's slander, he didn't look like an elder. The relationship between uncle and nephew seemed to be much closer.

There were bowls and dishes on the table. Sakhalin slapped the mud and a strong aroma of wine spread out. When you smell it, you will be mouth-watering.

"What a good wine, good wine, come on, hurry up, Xiao Sa'er, give it to Uncle Fourteen!" Dorgon said impatiently.

"Come on, Uncle Fourteen, I'll give you a full list!" Sahalin became more excited. After pouring Dorgon a glass of wine, he poured himself another glass.

"Gulu, Gulu" After two drinks of wine, Dorgon shook his mouth excitedly and laughed happily: "What a wine, it's so good!"

"Uncle Fourteen is really the number one warrior in my Great Jin Kingdom. My nephew admires me so much!" Sahalin followed.

Dorgon glanced at Sahalin, put down the disc in his hand, and asked, "Little Sa'er, you are the fourteenth uncle who grew up watching you. You can hide the twists and turns in your belly from others, but you can't hide it from your fourteenth uncle. Tell me, what's going on today?"

Sahalin's face turned blue and white. What did he grow up since childhood? He grew up together. If my father hadn't been his father's son, his generation had been settled, so he could have used such a humble voice, so he quickly smiled and said, "I'm here to report the good news."

"Announce the good news, what good news? Don't say that you married a Han wife in the capital?" Dorgon said in surprise.

"No, Uncle Fourteen!" Sahalin quickly denied, "You are about to return to Shengjing!"

"Go back, where to go, go back to Shengjing!" Dorgon was excited and suddenly stood up, his eyes suddenly burst into tears.

"Yes, Uncle Fourteen, you've suffered so much, it's time for you to go back!" Sahalin didn't know what to say. Although he felt something was wrong, he didn't dare to say it, nor could he say it.

"No, I won't go back. I'm a sinner from the Great Jin Kingdom. I'm a defeated general. I have no face to go back!" Dorgon suddenly became like a deflated ball, and he felt as if he had time to take all his strength. The calmness and calmness that had just collapsed before the collapse of Mount Tai seemed to collapse all at once.

"Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. Uncle Fourteenth, failure is not scary. As long as you can stand up again, you will always be the number one warrior of the Great Jin Kingdom in your nephew's heart, Batulu!" Sakhalin discovered that the noble man was not perfect, he also had his weaknesses, and Dorgon's weakness was that he was too proud.

"Did my starling say what to do with me?" Dorgon asked.

"My nephew only received the news. The Khan sent someone to pick up the fourteenth uncle back. My nephew didn't know the others." Sahalin said truthfully.

"That's right, do you know who is the one who sent it?" Dorgon asked.

"My nephew doesn't know." Sahalin replied honestly.

Dorgon cleverly avoided Sakhalin's eyes. A terrifying murderous intent flashed in the eyes that had just been tearful. It seemed that the one in Shengjing had already had murderous intent on him. Since he sent someone to pick him up, would he have to hide so much from him? Who was the one who performed this mission?

Brother, brother, you are so cruel! Dorgon only felt that his heart was cut by someone!

Unable to let Sahalin see something, Dorgon stabilized his emotions and said, "The Ming people's intelligence personnel are everywhere, and it's better to be careful in everything, that's fine."

"The people who come to pick up the 14th uncle will come to Beijing these days. If the nephew cannot get rid of himself, the nephew will not come to see you off. Please forgive me." Sahalin was a self-protection. He just needed to hand over Dorgon's hiding place to the visitor, and then there would be nothing he had to do next.

"Okay, if you get any handle on the Ming court, it's not good." Dorgon knew everything about Sakhalin. He was not wearing a pair of pants, and he was considered to have done his best.

"In this way, I wish Uncle Fourteenth is here to have a good time!" Sahalin bowed to the end.

"Your 14th Uncle Xiao has received your feelings for the past half month. In the future, the 14th Uncle will be punished later!" Although Sakhalin is not against him, Sakhalin has been pretty good to him these days and has not played any tricks. Therefore, he has accepted his affection, so he said this.

"Uncle Fourteenth is taking care of me. I hope my nephew will have a day to drink with Uncle Fourteenth!" Sahalin's eyes couldn't help but turn red. Although he was on Huang Taiji's side, it was Nurhaci's bloodline after all, and Sahalin still couldn't accept the fact that his brothers were killed.
Chapter completed!