Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 263 Zheng Sen's Jealousy

In Beijing in August, the dust was sweeping, and the cicada monkeys kept chirping, adding a touch of depression to the already restless capital.

A maroon carriage was driving slowly on the street, and the driver carefully avoided the bumps on the road, so as not to bump the owner in the carriage.

However, even so, Fan Wencheng was extremely irritable.

Since last year's defeat, the Han army flags have been nothing. There are many Han people in the north, but there are only thousands of white flags, which have caused serious damage to the Manchu Banners.

Dorgon paid [-] taels of burial fee per household and enclose another [-] mu of land as compensation.

Of course, Fan Wencheng didn't care much about gold and silver. Over the years, people outside the customs had entered and robbed the customs, and there was too much money.

If it doesn't work, there is still the support of the eight imperial merchants. At present, the Qing Dynasty is not short of money, but it is eager for food.

Whether it is Liaodong, North Zhili, or Shandong, they are not lands rich in food. Plague and disasters have left these places in a mess.

"How to get food?"

Fan Wencheng was lost in thought.

"My lord, the palace is here."

The voice of the groom interrupted his train of thought.

"Ok!"

Fan Wencheng got up, got out of the carriage, stared at the red wall and green tiles, and couldn't help stepping forward.

The guards were all familiar with Fan Wencheng's identity, and he entered the imperial city without any obstacles along the way.

"Where is the Regent?"

After entering the Hall of Qinzheng, but no one was found, Fan Wencheng was very surprised.

But the guard didn't answer, his eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, just like a piece of wood.

In this regard, Fan Wencheng had no choice but to give up, drinking tea and waiting.

After a long time, nearly half an hour later, Dorgon came over in casual clothes, refreshed and relaxed.

Fan Wencheng understood that the Prince Regent was in a good mood at this time.

This direction seems to be the Hall of Compassion...

Sighing in his heart, Fan Wencheng had nothing to do about it.

On the contrary, he has a bit of admiration for this person.

At present, I don't know how many people secretly wrote a letter, asking Dorgon to succeed him, but the regent couldn't make up his mind for a while.

Obviously, this woman's means is also part of it.

At this point, being able to save the life of Emperor Shunzhi and stabilize the throne is the greatest thing, and everything else can be done.

Dorgon saw that Fan Wencheng had been waiting for a long time without writing any ink, and said directly: "Hong Chengchou has sent news that he has spent a lot of money and bought some people, and the four towns in Jiangbei are vulnerable."

"And, he communicated with Li Zicheng, so he can hold that Zhu Yixi back!"

Speaking of this, Dorgon couldn't help cursing: "What kind of bullshit name, it's very tongue-in-cheek, old Zhu's family likes to name it blindly."

"It's really nice."

Fan Wencheng ignored the last sentence and clapped his hands: "Hong Chengchou really lived up to everyone's expectations. Now the only Ming army that can fight is Zhu Yixi. If you hold him back, you can defeat them one by one."

"The key is to lure him to bite the dog with the thieves. This is very satisfying. Hong Chengchou's control over people's hearts is really good."

Dorgon also smiled, and then said angrily: "It's a pity that Duoduo was killed. If it wasn't for being unable to leave Beijing, I would like to eat his flesh raw to relieve my hatred."

Of course Fan Wencheng understood Dorgon's hatred.

Duo Duo can be said to be Dorgon's right-hand man, but a rare assistant.

But Fan Wencheng was still extremely relieved and happy.

The hatred of taking one's wife can be said to be irreconcilable, even if one dies.

This has made Fan Wencheng refreshed and energetic for more than half a year.

Similarly, it was precisely because of the lack of Dodo's support that the position of Emperor Shunzhi was as stable as a rock, and Dorgon resolutely refused to proclaim himself emperor.

"My lord, since the four towns in Jiangbei are like sieves, why not spend some money to buy some military rations? With the greedy and vulgar personality of the Ming army, it will definitely work."

Fan Wencheng suddenly thought of something and suggested.

"Oh, not bad!"

Dorgon laughed and said, "It's time to snatch them back. At most, let them keep them for a while."

"When the food is available, Nanjing will be completely wiped out and occupy the fattest piece of meat in Ming Dynasty."

Whether it is the grain in the south of the Yangtze River, the splendid silk, or the taxation, it is all in short supply in the Qing Dynasty.

The reason why Dorgon gave up Shaanxi was because Wu Sangui and others made it clear that Shaanxi was barren and lacked food and grass. If it could not be resolved quickly, it could only be delayed.

After being deeply aware of the importance of Jiangnan, Dorgon resolutely changed direction:
"It's hot and humid in the south, let's go in October!"

Dorgon looked relaxed, as easy as eating and drinking.

The breath of the king came to his face.

Fan Wencheng couldn't help but sigh with emotion that the regent is the most suitable candidate for the throne, but it's a pity that time is fate.

Neither he nor the nobles of the Two Yellow Banners would allow a bloodline other than Huang Taiji to succeed to the throne.

……

King Yu's reminder was shelved by Nanjing.

From their point of view, although the king of Yu was sabotaging these days, the negotiations between the two parties have been proceeding smoothly, and they can even be said to get what they need.

It is worthwhile to make a short-term compromise in exchange for accumulating strength for ZTE.

They even planned to return Duoduo's head to the Qing Dynasty as a gift for negotiation, without telling the king of Yu.

Just when the negotiation situation was going well, Zheng Sen bid farewell to Qian Qianyi and a group of classmates, boarded a boat and left Beijing, and headed upstream to Huguang.

Qian Qianyi felt a little nonsense, how safe is the place where the traitor Prince Yu is?

Even a group of classmates kept persuading him, but Zheng Sen finally chose to go west.

"I'm really unwilling to see King Yu's domineering behavior with my own eyes."

This is his reason.

But in fact, deep down in his heart, he was extremely jealous.

At the same age, how could he conquer the land of two provinces and become a confidant of the Nanjing court?

The deeper the fear, the stronger the strength, Zheng Sen still understands this.

The Yangtze River is choppy, but for him who is familiar with sea ships, this kind of storm is really nothing.

Countless boats pass by the river, although they are not as wide as sea boats, but they are stable, so you don't have to worry about pirates and the huge waves of the sea.

"This route is more profitable than the route in my father's hands."

Zheng Sen was filled with emotion.

As time went by, in just a few days, I came to Jiujiang.

At this time, Jiujiang was the bridgehead of Jiangxi, and a large amount of materials came in and out from here, which gave birth to a lot of shipping and merchants, making it prosperous and prosperous.

It's a pity that this city has already been occupied by King Yu, and the court has little hope of taking it back.

After simply entering the city and resting for a while, he still had to go through the directions for entering Chu.

The wayfinding system in the entire Ming Dynasty was almost abolished, except for Huguang, which required all visitors to go through the wayfinding in Jiujiang before they could enter the country.

It takes two renminbi, or one penny, to buy it.

In Jiujiang City, seeing currency in the shape of Fran's robot made Zheng Sen's eyes wide open.

King Yu, it's getting more and more interesting...

(End of this chapter)