Chapter two hundred and seventeen brothers separated
He was dissatisfied in his heart. The King of Zhou wanted to find someone but went beyond him and found Jierharang. Although the two people were both regents on the surface, anyone who knew a little bit about the war situation knew that Jierharang
In fact, Lang had no real rights, so why did the King of Zhou impose conditions on him to support him and become emperor?
Dorgon was sure that although Jierhalang seemed to explain things clearly on the surface, he definitely still had something to hide from him, such as the corresponding reward proposed by King Zhou.
After the two briefly exchanged a few words, they went back to their tents. Dorgon's face was not very good. As soon as he entered the tent, he found someone there. He immediately became alert: "Who?"
"Brother, it's me. I thought about how hard you have been working recently, brother, so I made a plate of snacks to fill your belly. Come and try some."
Dorgon was relieved when he saw Duduo's smiling round face: "It's you. Why don't you rest so late? You think about eating all day long and don't do anything serious."
Duduo touched his round face, still smiling and good-tempered: "Isn't it because my brother and brother Jierhalang are here? I don't understand these things, so I won't cause trouble."
Dorgon snorted and picked up a piece of pastry: "If you could be as smart as Jilharang, I would have to worry less." Maybe the pastry tasted pretty good, and his complexion also improved a lot.
"Jilharang is indeed very powerful. This time he not only quickly reversed the situation of the war, but also saved the lives of countless soldiers. Now the soldiers in the army respect and appreciate him. How can I have such great ability?"
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Dorgon paused for a moment, and soon he continued to take a piece of snack as if nothing was wrong: "If you know someone is good, learn more, or see who can protect you in the future."
Duduo continued to say a few good words to put Dorgon in a good mood before saying goodbye and leaving the camp.
The smile on his round face disappeared completely as soon as he walked out. The opinions of the lieutenants and generals were a big taboo in Dorgon's heart, especially Jierhalang, who had fought side by side with him and later became equal.
Dorgon can accept other things, but when it comes to military rights, he will definitely feel uncomfortable.
At this time, Jilharang should continue to stay in his empty-name regent position. The blame is that he has gained too much limelight.
Jirhalang returned to the camp and sat down in a state of exhaustion. He was already injured, and after running around for days, his whole body ached every time he moved.
Seeing him come back, Leji hurriedly came over to him and changed the dressing. "Sir, I see your wound has opened again. I told you that it needs to be healed. If it continues like this, it will take many years and months for it to heal."
Jilharang listened absently to Le Ji's complaint: "There's no time to rest on this battlefield. It's okay. This little injury won't bother you."
I don't know when there was an extra person in the camp.
"Bah, what are you doing here, this unlucky guy, in the middle of the night?"
King Zhou took out his ears and said, "Can't you discipline this talkative servant like you? If this were in my palace, I would have had such a servant dragged down, cut out his tongue, and fed it to the dogs.
Already."
The hairs on Leji's back stood up. He glared at King Zhou viciously, but the latter turned a blind eye.
"Okay, let's get down to business. Didn't you come here specifically to tell me that I need to discipline my servant?"
King Zhou laughed loudly: "I just like to deal with a smart and cheerful person, but I still want to remind you, do you understand the principle that a man is not guilty but carries a treasure with him?"
Jilharang was silent for a moment, and then smiled indifferently: "I guess I won't have two feet chopped off."
"It's not just my two feet. I might even lose my head."
Leji was unhappy and wanted to ask what this unlucky guy was talking about. He also remembered that he had just wanted to cut out his own tongue and feed it to the dogs. With this guy's bad character, he might really do something like cut off someone else's tongue in the middle of the night.
Something crazy happened, so I tightly closed my mouth and said nothing.
King Zhou also saw his hesitation and couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "Look, isn't this progress very fast? It's very good. Keep up the good work."
Leggy puffed out his cheeks and glared at him angrily, then turned his head and ignored him.
Jilharang couldn't help but smile: "Okay, stop teasing him, let's get down to business, I'm going to bed."
King Zhou reached out and brought the supper prepared by Leji for Jierharang in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth unceremoniously. After eating a few big mouthfuls, he slowly said: "I have found a good friend for you. In a few days,
Maybe you will have a chance to meet him someday."
Jierhalang was surprised: "What kind of friend? Is he also yours?"
King Zhou shook his finger: "No, he is not my person. You will know when you see him. By the way, there is one more thing. You have to be careful about Duduo. I found that he may not be peaceful recently, so don't
You are causing trouble for me at this juncture."
Jierharang calmly poured a bowl of water and handed it to King Zhou, who was beating his chest as he ate the late-night snack too quickly: "I understand. If you have nothing to do these days, please don't come to see me. Dorgon is probably not here."
Don't worry about me."
King Zhou was satisfied after drinking the water. He stood up and prepared to leave: "I don't want to get involved in your affairs, but as a fairly agreeable person, I still hope you can live a few more days."
Le Ji couldn't help it anymore: "What are you talking about? My grandfather will live a long life and be in good health. What are you talking about that is depressing?"
King Zhou put down the bowl in his hand: "Live a long life? I hope so. I wish your wishes come true."
Le Ji stared at King Zhou's leaving figure with dissatisfaction: "Why is this man like this? Are you hungry? I'll go and prepare some food for you."
Jierhalang stretched out his hand to stop him: "I'm not hungry, I'm just sleepy. Don't bother. I'm going to rest. You can go down and rest early."
Leji nodded, watched Jierhalang lie down, then blew out the candle and retreated.
Jierhalang had a dream. In the dream, he was still seventeen or eighteen years old. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He always thinks that God is the boss and I am the second child.
Coupled with the fact that he went to the battlefield at the age of fifteen and became famous in a single battle, the young man was inevitably complacent and a little arrogant.
In addition, when fighting, he can always point out the pros and cons and the best time to attack with sharp eyes. The elders also have many expectations for him.
At that time, the most valued person of their generation was Dorgon. Since he had been with Nurhaci since he was a child, he had a courageous and courageous temperament, and because of his relatively noble status, almost everyone felt that he was the legitimate successor.
Jierhalang was not convinced. Later, the two finally had the opportunity to fight side by side, and Jierhalang decided to compete.
He always wants to be more decisive than Dorgon on the battlefield. When analyzing the battle situation, he also likes to give him different opinions and strategies, and racks his brains to find a plan that saves time and effort.
I don’t know whether Dorgon really didn’t realize this or was too lazy to agree with him. In short, with his acquiescence, the contest between the two began.