Aisin Gioro shouldn't have died long ago, but they all deserve to die!

Thirty years ago, Nikan's Ama Junying roared like a madman in the middle of the night. He struggled and resisted, but in the end he was strangled by the guards sent by his father Nurhaci, while his younger brother Daishan looked coldly from the side.

That night, Nikan, who was only five years old, witnessed the scene of Ai Xin Gioro's murder. Before Ai's death, the vicious curse of Aisin Gioro's family was deeply reflected in the little Nikan's mind.

"Ama, Ama"

Nikan's body was trembling slightly, and he murmured, but he did not wake up, and he was still immersed in the nightmare.

The whole forest was quiet, occasionally one or two coughs caused by the cold.

The rain is still falling, but it is much less than the daytime.

The leaves on the head are constantly falling, and it won’t take long to make the dense forest become bare.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a figure moved and then stood up quietly.

It was Ama. After looking at her husband for the last time, she gritted her teeth and walked to the distance.

"Here you come."

Looking at her daughter-in-law, Fu Cha wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything. She tried to look at her son for the last time, but it was too dark everywhere and she couldn't see it at all.

"Let's go."

Fu Cha walked silently into the deep forest, and her daughter-in-law Ama also followed silently.

"Mom?"

Guohuan's wife, Alanzhu, hesitated for a moment, but gritted her teeth and walked deep into the forest behind Fucha.

If you look closely, you will find that there are other people in the forest.

They are all women.

Maybe they were afraid of being discovered, these women walked very slowly and moved lightly. They stopped until they walked around the darkness in the forest. Then a shocking scene happened, and one Manchu women trembled and hung themselves on the tree.

Without sound, everything is so calm.

Fucha looked silently, and finally she looked at Hai Lanzhu.

Hai Lanzhu suddenly felt a little scared. The hanged women were floating under the trees and looked terrible. She instinctively took two steps back, but was caught by Fu Cha.

"You are the women of Aisin Gioro. You cannot fall into the hands of the Han people, as that will defile your ancestors!"

Fucha snatched the cloth belt from Hai Lanzhu and threw it on a thick tree trunk. After tying the knot, he signaled Hai Lanzhu to go on the road.

Hai Lanzhu was afraid, so she refused to move.

"Do you want your man to die with your eyes open!"

Fu Cha was a little angry. After urging Alanzhu again, he still failed. He had no idea where the strength he got, so he hugged Alanzhu and raised it up, and put the rope on Hai Lanzhu's neck without any bias.

Before Hai Lanzhu could react, and before the poor Manchu widow could shout for help, her mother-in-law Fu Cha let go of her hand.

"Well"

The rope was tightly tied around Alanzhu's neck, making her throat unable to make any noise.

Hai Lanzhu, who had no force under her feet, stretched her legs out of human instinct in the air. She tried to use her hands to lift her head out of the rope, but no matter how hard she used, it would be useless.

Her face soon turned red, and her breathing began to be difficult. The harder she exerted, the sadder she felt.

Finally, Hai Lanzhu stopped moving.

Like the women floating on the trees nearby, her life is over.

The forest was once again trapped in silent and terrible silence.

After a long time, Fu Cha's body moved, and after wiping away the tears in her eyes, she looked at her daughter-in-law Ama with some difficulty.

She didn't want Ama to be as unsatisfied as Hai Lanzhu. They loved the women of the Xinjueluo family to die and could not fall into the hands of the Han people.

“Ama,”

Fucha hopes that Ama can show the courage a royal woman should have. When she is old, she can no longer treat Ama the same as Alanzhu.

"Mom, don't worry."

Ama's expression was very calm, as if death was not a terrible thing for her. She walked to her aunt Hai Lanzhu, who was no longer moving, put the embroidered shoes that had fallen on the ground again on her aunt's feet, and then threw the strip of cloth that had been prepared long ago onto a thick branch.

After tied the knot, Ama tried to put herself on, but she couldn't do it because she was not tall.

"Step on me."

Fu Cha did her mother-in-law's last wish, and she squatted down and asked her daughter-in-law to step on her to reach that height.

Ama did not refuse and calmly put the rope between her neck. Suddenly, her throat was tightly tied by the rope, and she could not breathe. She instinctively struggled a few times, and after a while, she stopped moving again.

Time and space stagnated again, leaving only Fucha.

The corpses that were shaking in the wind made the forest look very strange.

Fucha sighed.

This scene in front of me is not unfamiliar. In Tieling and Yizhou, many Han wives and daughters ended their lives in this way.

Fucha does not regret it. As long as the men are still there, Manchuria will definitely be able to avenge today's hatred.

And these women will only become burdens to men.

She didn't want her son Nikan to be dragged down because of them. The eagle should spread its wings and fly high. How could she be trapped in the eagle's nest?

The difficulties now are temporary, and failure is temporary. As long as we overcome the current difficulties, Manchuria will definitely return the shame and pain we have suffered a hundred times and ten thousand times to the Han people.

In fact, Fucha had never loved her husband, Chu Ying, and she had never forgiven her until now against Chu Ying.

Because that stupid guy actually thought that the Manchus could not be the opponent of the Han people!

He actually tried to stop the Tianming Khan from conquering the Ming Dynasty!

He wanted to be a Han lackey like his second uncle Shurhazi forever!

Fortunately, Tianming Khan killed this stupid son.

Manchuria has also moved towards glory.

She should have left herself, and the children are gone, what else can she have to nostalgia for?

Fucha firmly threw the rope onto the branch and tied a slip knot calmly and skillfully, so that the rope would strangle her in a moment. If it was a dead knot, she might have to do it again.

But like her daughter-in-law Ama, Fucha also encountered difficulties in not being able to raise her. After exploring in the dark, she found a rotten tree root. Although the roots were rotten, they should be able to withstand her weight.

Fu Cha stepped on her feet, but the rope could not cover her neck.

It's not because it's not tall enough, but because her hands are shaking very hard.

She took many breaths, but she could not strangle herself to death as calmly as her daughter-in-law Ama.

After repeated efforts and failures, Fu Cha finally realized that she was afraid of death!

She stayed there, and her feet suddenly slipped and she fell heavily to the ground.

Then, she cried.

The cry woke the men in the distance, and then the screams of horror.

There are men looking for their wives, daughters, and mothers everywhere.

Nikan followed the crying and found his mother and his wife Ama.

Nikan collapsed when he saw his wife's body floating above his mother's head while his mother was holding a rotten tree root and trembling.
Chapter completed!