Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 417 Shunzhi's Patience

This sentence immediately reminded Dorgon.

He spoke loudly and hurriedly: "Let Qin Tianjian Tang Ruowang come to see me."

Several people on the side looked at each other.

Soon, Tang Ruowang, who was wearing an official robe and had a black and yellow beard, came in a hurry, speaking Chinese more standard than Dorgon:
"Qin Tianjian Zheng Tang Ruowang kowtowed to His Royal Highness the Regent—"

I saw him kneeling on the ground with respect written all over his face.

In the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, worshiping on both knees was a rule that missionaries must abide by. Later, kneeling on one knee during the Qianlong period was nothing more than the British seeing clearly the reality of the Qing Dynasty and fearless.

"Do you know this thing?"

Fan Wencheng handed over the map of the bastion to Tang Ruowang.

Tang Ruowang stood up, looked at it for a while, and was taken aback: "To the regent, this city is in Europa. It is called Bastion. It is popular in the Netherlands. It is used by the lowlanders to resist the Spaniards—"

"It's just, how could this kind of city be in the Qing Dynasty?"

Gang Lin was translating aside, and Dorgon's face was ugly.

Fan Wencheng flicked his sleeves: "It seems that this thing was made by you missionaries..."

Tang Ruowang hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Bachelor Fan, there are a lot of craftsmen in Macau, maybe it's the blueprints of Frangji—"

As he said that, he said to Dorgon: "Regent, although we missionaries look similar to Frangji, we are divided into North Korea and Qing people, and the difference is thousands of miles..."

"Okay!" Dorgon waved his hand and said, "Jian Tang has been in the capital all along, so it must have nothing to do with the Ming people."

Seeing this, Fan Wencheng didn't say any more.

"Is there a way to conquer such a bastion?"

"Prince Regent, the bastion has great restraint on artillery, so we can only grind it down a little bit until the soldiers run out of food."

Tang Ruowang said ten thousand five hundred and ten.

Hearing this, Dorgon's face became even uglier.

"Go down!" Dorgon said in a deep voice, "I have to trouble you for the supervision of the artillery."

The atmosphere in the hall instantly sank into solemnity.

"Nanjing, Zhu Yixi, must win."

Dorgon looked at the crowd, gritted his teeth and said.

In his heart, this person is different from other Ming emperors, he actually attaches great importance to artillery like their Qing Dynasty, and he is not stingy with using the Frangji people, which is really a serious problem in his heart.

The next discussion is nothing more than money and food, conscription, water conservancy and other issues.

Until the afternoon, there was a sudden report of a fast horse army from Shengjing.

"Ninghai City was attacked by thousands of Ming troops, and several cities fell—"

Holding the military letter with both hands, Gang Lin felt his hands trembling, and the Manchu script on it looked so hateful.

He took a peek at Dorgon, who was lightweight with wide-open eyes, as if he wanted to dig out his heart and eat him.

The few people on the other side just lowered their heads and quietly opened the distance.

"Ninghai City (Jinzhouwei), Ninghai City in Fengtian Prefecture—"

"Why did the Ming army go to Ninghai City?"

"Maybe it came from Shandong, or from the sea..."

Gang Lin trembled.

"Just ask Shengjing to wipe it out. If something goes wrong, just feed it to the dogs."

Dorgon said mercilessly.

"Prince Regent, Fengtian Mansion is short of troops. It must be that the Ming people have spied on the opportunity and deliberately sailed there, just wanting us to withdraw our troops and make a fuss—"

After Fan Wencheng thought about it, his expression was extremely ugly.

"Although [-]% of the Eight Banners have entered the customs, there are still more than [-] people left. It is enough to wipe out the rebels for a while."

Gang Lin opened his mouth and said with confidence on his face: "Fengtian Mansion has no bastions."

"Regent, don't be careless, after all, it is the land of Longxing!"

"There are still many people in Fengtian Mansion, that's enough."

Dorgon made the final decision.

Fan Wencheng and others wanted to say more, but in the end they had no words.

When entering the customs, there were more than 5000 elite cavalrymen from the Eight Banners of Manchuria, as well as their own loyal cavalry-[-] people from the Eight Banners of Mongolia, and more than [-] people from the Eight Banners of the Han Army who recognized their thieves as their fathers.

The "puppet army" led by Kong Youde, who was greedy for life and afraid of death, had more than 110,000 people. There were about 200,000 people in the coats of various banners and foreign vassals, and they were claimed to be [-].

In the past two years, hundreds of thousands of family members have been successively relocated into the customs, and very few people stayed behind in Liaodong.

According to Fan Wencheng's estimate, even if the Han Eight Banners are counted, there are only [-] soldiers.

According to common sense, even the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty can crush the Ming army, so there is no need to worry about these thousands of people.

After breaking up, Fan Wencheng sighed.

Of course he understood that if he sent troops to Liaodong, wouldn't that reveal the crisis of Fengtian Mansion to the Eight Banners in Beijing?
You must know that although they have entered the customs these years, the Eight Banners have always regarded Liaodong as a retreat. If the retreat is cut off, the capital must be in a panic.

"Master, where have you been?"

Emperor Shunzhi, who was only nine years old, couldn't help asking curiously when he saw Tang Ruowang who had gone and returned.

"The Prince Regent summoned me to ask questions."

Although Tang Ruowang knew that the emperor hated Dorgon, he still told the truth.

And Shunzhi nodded slightly, without showing any abnormal expression.

He was obviously satisfied with Tang Ruowang's truth.

In fact, after Tang Ruowang predicted the solar eclipse, he was deeply liked by the superstitious Manchus, who thought he was the person closest to God.

Moreover, he also predicted the celestial phenomena from time to time, which made Shunzhi and the Empress Dowager highly valued.

Coupled with his status as a Westerner, he could not pose a threat, so it was logical to enter and leave the palace.

"Thanks to the regent!" Shunzhi glanced at the little eunuch outside the door, and said happily: "Otherwise, how could we live in such a beautiful palace?"

After finishing speaking, he added in a low voice: "What did you say?"

"It's about the Bastion..."

Tang Ruowang explained in a low voice, explaining the situation just now in detail.

Obviously, Tang Ruowang has been in Beijing for many years and has long seen the power of the imperial power. Although Dorgon is powerful, he will inevitably lose power as the emperor grows up.

Therefore, he attached great importance to the emperor.

He even saw Shunzhi's dislike for Dorgon, and every ten days and a half months, he would report the news from the dignitaries of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Even Dorgon's health (fertility) is never hidden.

As an outsider, he also deeply understands that the little emperor is as stable as a mountain now because Dorgon has no heirs.

This is also the reason why the two yellow flags compromised back then.

(As an aside, if Dorgon had an heir back then, I am afraid that after the death of Huang Taiji, there would be a civil war in the Qing Dynasty, but the Ming Dynasty would still perish...)
"Ming people are smart!"

Shunzhi shook his head, joy was written on his precocious face.

That's right, joy.

When Dorgon entered the customs, he took control of the power of the Eight Banners. If the Ming Dynasty was destroyed, wouldn't it be a yellow robe?
"Wait for me for a few years, and I will definitely lead the Eight Banners personally and drink the Yangtze River with horses..."

Clenching his fists, Shunzhi made an oath.

After learning Manchu again, Shunzhi went to visit his mother with great interest.

As a result, Ruo was stopped by the Mongolian maid: "Great Khan, the regent is inside..."

Shunzhi's face turned pale instantly.

Thinking of his mother, but being flattered by a man who bullied him, he felt more and more disgusted.

After a long time, he clenched his fists and strode away.

(End of this chapter)