roccoschili Chapter 36 The Death of Nurhaci
Chapter 36 The Death of Nurhaci
"Daishan..." Thinking of this, Nurhaci's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he stared directly at his eldest son, Daishan. "You're a real bastard, you have the right to... cough cough cough..."
Before he could finish speaking, Daishan was so frightened that he repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Father Khan, spare my life! Father Khan, spare my life!"
"Father, please calm your anger! My elder brother is only acting out of filial piety. Please forgive him, Father." As soon as Hong Taiji entered, he saw the old emperor coughing up blood on the bed and Daishan kneeling on the ground. He then looked at the Grand Consort Abahai, frowned slightly, and bowed.
He rushed over after hearing that Nurhaci's injuries had worsened but he had recovered after emergency treatment.
After saying that, he glanced at Dai Shan and gave him a meaningful look.
Daishan felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He kowtowed several times, crawled out of the tent, and ran away in a flash.
"Eighth Brother! You're here too!" Nurha knew that his son, Hong Taiji, was no pushover, but he was the one who gave him the least trouble.
"Father, don't be angry! No matter what my elder brother has done, he is still my elder brother!" Hong Taiji said.
"Sigh! Never mind!" Nurha sighed. He had originally wanted to scare his eldest son, Daishan, so that he would assist the heir he had chosen, but he was still a little anxious.
And this Lao Ba is quite a character.
He was both literate and skilled in martial arts, and always took the lead in battle. He had made numerous military achievements in recent years and was the most outstanding of his sons.
But in the past year... this old man has changed quite a bit, often doing things that he can't understand, such as tinkering with distilled spirits, soaps, and refined salt, wasting countless amounts of money and grain, and in the end all of them were failures.
Enraged, he sealed all those things away and forbade them to be mentioned again.
But now that I think about it...
Nuerha simply closed his eyes and stopped thinking about these things.
He waved his hand, his voice weak but undeniable: "All of you, get out. I have something to say to the Grand Consort."
Hong Taiji's eyes flashed, and he gave Abahai a deep look before bowing and retreating.
After the curtain fell, Nurhaci and Abahai began to talk inside the tent.
"My beloved consort! I... may... no longer be able to protect you!"
"Great Khan, don't say that! Don't say that! Great Khan will be alright, he will definitely be alright!" Tears welled up in Abahai's eyes as she tightly gripped his hand. "Great Khan will protect his Abahai. Abahai cannot live without Great Khan, she cannot live without Great Khan!"
"Rest assured, my... beloved concubine, Abahai!" Nurhaci could only smile sadly and shake his head. "Listen to me, our Great Jin..."
Before he could finish speaking, another sharp pain struck, and Nurhaci couldn't help but groan in agony.
"Great Khan, rest now. We'll talk when you're feeling better. Let's go back to Shengjing and discuss this further."
Nurhaci shook his head: "No, if you don't tell me now..."
"No! Great Khan, don't say such things. Great Jin cannot live without you. You will get better, you will!" the Queen Dowager kept shaking her head.
"I know my own body! While I still have time!" Nurhaci revealed a stern smile, then said solemnly, "My beloved consort, listen to me, I have decided to... to pass the Khanate to... to our son... Dorgon."
Abahai shuddered, looked up, her eyes blurry with tears and filled with astonishment, "Great Khan..."
"I will arrange everything in these two months," Nurhaci said, staring intently at her. "My sons... Daišan, Mangultai, Hongtaiji... none of them are easy to deal with."
"If I am no longer here, Dorgon will be too young, and you, a woman, will not be able to control them."
"Therefore...I...want to...pave the way...and make arrangements...before I take my last breath..."
Nuerha spoke haltingly, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by a voice!
"Arrange what?" Hong Taiji suddenly appeared beside the bed, a sinister smile on his face. "Did Father Khan just say he wanted to pass the Khanate to Dorgon?"
"You...you...didn't...go out?!" Nurhaci only saw Hong Taiji appear here, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he looked uneasy. Then he shouted, "You...get...out!"
"Get out?" Hong Taiji approached the bed and said coldly, "Father Khan, when you said you would pass the throne to Dorgon, you were already courting death!"
"You...you..." Nurha trembled all over, raising his hand shakily to point at Hong Taiji, "Get...out! Get out..."
Before he could finish speaking, Nuerha's hand fell heavily to his sides, unable to be lifted again, and he could no longer make a sound, only able to sob weakly...
"It seems the medicine has taken effect! This is all thanks to Father Khan's beloved concubine!" Hong Taiji, seeing Nurhaci's condition, grabbed the concubine's waist and teased, "Father Khan said I should get out? Concubine, shall I get out?"
"...", Grand Consort Abahai stiffened, but did not push him away. She simply closed her eyes, tears silently streaming down her cheeks.
"..." Nurhaci suddenly remembered the hesitant face of the Grand Consort Abahai when she fed him the medicine.
That bowl of medicine…
It's that bowl of medicine...
Treason! What a traitor!
As I was thinking, I saw that Hong Taiji had already begun to take advantage of me, removing my armor and exploring the secluded place.
His eyes widened suddenly, a hoarse sound came from his throat, and then he spat out another mouthful of blood, "Pfft!"
"Eight...Eight...Beile!" Grand Consort Abahai asked softly.
Hong Taiji turned his head, his voice as gentle as the grasslands in June, "The Grand Consort wouldn't want anything to happen to my father's heir, my good brother Dorgon, would she?"
After saying this, he kissed the Grand Consort Abahai's lips forcefully and boldly demanded her.
"...", the tears of the Grand Consort Abahai flowed even more fiercely, but in the end she did not push him away, letting his hands explore the unknown area, letting that kiss fall on her lips.
In Nuerha's pupils, the two intertwined figures were reflected.
His fingers gripped the mattress beneath him so tightly that his knuckles creaked.
His lips moved, but no sound came out.
slap~
clap~
Snap snap snap~
The rain began to pour down, pattering against the tent with a loud thud...
This is the time when Wushan is in the midst of clouds and rain, and the waves rise and fall continuously.
Nuerha struggled desperately by the bedside, but was powerless and could only watch this scene unfold.
Three or four hours later, Hong Taiji straightened his robes, strode out of the tent, and laughed loudly, the sound echoing in the twilight rain, indescribably joyful.
"Guards!" he announced loudly, "By order of this Prince, the Khan has decreed that the army shall be temporarily under my command from this day forward, and shall be responsible for the security of the Khan's tent! No one is to enter without authorization!"
"twitter!"
Not far outside the tent were several guards who had been secretly driven away by Hong Taiji before he did his work. They stood in front of a large cart of ice, looking at each other, and then nodded in unison.
"Your Highness, the ice just arrived today, and now it's raining heavily. Do you still need it?" A guard stepped forward, bowed, and asked Hong Taiji.
"Just like before, place it in front of the main tent. The Grand Consort will take care of it!" Hong Taiji nodded and gave the instructions.
"twitter!"
Outside the tent, the sounds of orderly personnel moving about could be heard as everyone busied themselves.
Inside the tent, Nurha lay on the couch with his eyes wide open, seemingly lifeless.
A trace of dried blood clung to the corner of his mouth, and he clutched the Tianqi Daily tightly in his hand.
Abahai sat by the couch, her face flushed and her hair disheveled.
She remained silent for a long time, then reached out and carefully arranged the newspapers scattered on Nurhaci's body, folding them neatly one by one.
Her gaze fell on the last page, where a line of large words was printed—
"Yield of 30 dan per mu! Vice Minister of Revenue Xu Guangqi's trial planting of sweet potatoes is a great success!"