Duanmuling reached out and picked up the brocade handkerchief. After seeing it clearly, he couldn't help but laugh. He saw that this gray handkerchief was embroidered with a piece of emerald green bamboo and a crooked word "xi". Look.
It looks like a poorly skilled embroiderer casually embroidered it.
"This child." Duanmuling shook his head and put the handkerchief away.
Facing the voice outside the door, he returned to his usual calmness: "Come in."
The person who had been standing at the door quickly came in: "Right deputy envoy."
Duanmuling looked calm and calm: "Let's go and have a look."
In fact, the order from the sect master came in the morning, asking him to take people down the secret passage by the river to take a look. It was precisely because the secret passage was full of dangers that he was given a day to prepare.
As a result, the young master wasted a whole day in such a leisurely manner. Fortunately, it seems that the knot in his heart has finally been resolved.
"That young master just now...?"
Duanmu Ling paused and said in a brisk tone: "When the child grows up, he has no control over his mother. Just let him go and don't worry about it. If we meet again next time, we will be enemies rather than friends, so there is no need to show mercy."
The person who asked the question was silent for a moment carefully, making sure that he heard everything he said clearly, then he said yes and then withdrew.
When Mu Xi came back, Mu Mu was sitting alone under the tree in a daze, with a glum look on his face. He was trying to think of a way to cover up Mu Xi or go directly to the young master to report his evil deeds. He was hesitating and didn't notice that there was someone standing in front of him.
a person.
"General Xiaolin, what are you thinking about?"
"I wonder if I should report Mu Xi."
"Then have you thought about it?"
"That's about right. If he doesn't come back today, tomorrow I will..." At this point, I suddenly realized something, stopped what I was about to say and raised my head with a guilty look on my face.
Mu Xi was looking at him with a smile: "Hmm? How about tomorrow?"
Mu Mu was surprised: "You're not leaving?"
Mu Xi spread her hands innocently: "Where am I going? I haven't had dinner yet."
Mu Mu followed behind with a standard Mu Mu smile. Although it was already getting late, fortunately the moonlight was not bad, so eating in front of the moon had a different charm.
The heavy downpour and the consecutive days of failures have made people in the military camp panic. In addition, they have traveled a long distance to come, so no matter how you look at it, there is no advantage.
What most people are thinking is that since there is no chance of winning now, there is no need to continue fighting.
Jilharang was as calm as ever, unhurried and people could not guess what he was really thinking.
Dorgon's condition worsened, and he didn't know where he heard the folk remedies. He believed in everything he tried to treat the disease, and wanted to try everything.
Duduo pretended to persuade him a few times, but he just let it go with an expression of "I have no choice but to do what I can do."
Dorgon seemed to want to give his power to Dodo. Jierhalang wanted to have a good talk with Dorgon, but for some reason Dorgon refused to see him for several days.
Jierhalang felt a chill in his heart, knowing that this matter was probably going to develop in the worst direction.
With his tough attitude, he finally met Dorgon, the great hero galloping on the battlefield on horseback, the hope of invincibility in the Eight Banners. He was already an old man lingering on the bed, and the whole tent was airtight.
It was so dark that it smelled of aging and decay. "Dorgon, can you still hear me?" Jirharan sighed.
Dorgon coughed several times, his voice full of exhaustion: "Why did you see me?"
Jirharang wanted to get some fresh air, but Dorgon stopped him: "The doctor said that my disease cannot be seen in public now."
Jilharang paused for a moment: "What are you thinking now? Tell me the truth. You know very well what kind of person Duduo is. It's okay to ask him to lead a few people to fight.
, are you at ease if you really want him to lead these tens of thousands of people?"
Dorgon's voice sounded hoarse and sinister: "After all, are you just afraid that I will take away your rights? You expect that you can make the decision after I die, right?"
Jilharang stroked the sword in his hand: "You might as well think about it carefully, when have I been afraid that you would take away my rights all these years? Or what rights do I have? I have never understood the rights you have for me all these years.
Where does the suspicion come from?"
Dorgon was silent: "I can't remember exactly when it was. Maybe it was the first time you really opposed my idea. So many people chose to side with you. It's obvious that I was right. Qing Dynasty
I only need one regent, one is enough. I don’t need more authority. I only need surrender and respect, no questions or objections.”
He was finally willing to speak out his inner thoughts. Perhaps when he was young, he had never considered his brother who liked to go against him as an enemy.
That's because he was young and vigorous at that time. He was Dorgon. Everyone believed and relied on Dorgon. He was Nurhachi's most outstanding descendant. He had nothing to fear.
But as time goes by, the situation has changed. He is getting older and older. Although no one says that he can feel it himself. In contrast, Jierhalang is either in the army or in the court.
The prestige is getting higher and higher.
More and more people think that Dorgon is arbitrary and nepotistic, and in contrast, Jierhalang appears calm and generous. Both of them are regents, and Dorgon's dissatisfaction becomes more and more serious, and soon
Jierhalang was forced to use his strength to become a regent in name only.
Everyone in the court was afraid of his harsh methods and resolute attitude, and most of them were angry and dare not say anything about what he did.
In the blink of an eye, in a few words, both of them recalled all the things that happened after Jilharang became the regent.
Dorgon burst out laughing: "I have been fighting and killing all my life. My favorite things are wine and beautiful women. It was only before I died that I discovered that everything in this world is empty."
He closed his eyes and waved his hand. Jierhalang looked at this vicissitudes of life old man, and really had nothing to say to him.
He only did one thing after he returned, asking Leji to pack his things.
"That's great, Master, you finally thought about it. We should have left long ago. I'm going to pack my things." Le Ji went to get the things happily.
Jilharang looked serious: "You can leave as soon as you finish cleaning up. There is no need to go back. Just find a place where you can stay anonymous and live your future life smoothly."
The smile on Le Ji's face froze: "Master, what do you mean?"
Jirharang wiped his sword: "I am old and don't want to bother anymore, but I can't just watch Dodo destroy these children."
Le Ji's face turned pale: "Master, since these are their own decisions, what does it have to do with you? Why can't you leave here and leave those unlucky people?"
Jierhalang slowly drew out his sword, and the sharp blade reflected a determined gaze: "Because, I am Jierhalang."