Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 189 Depressed Fan Wencheng
"Ning Shilang, what's the matter with you?" Dorgon pulled his face down immediately.

Although this granddaughter of Ning Wan is very much in his favor, but you Ning Wan and I don't look at the situation, this king is standing up and pretending to be C, you are here to find trouble, you are not open-eyed dog slave!
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Regent, this servant thinks that Mr. Fan has ulterior motives, and pre-empted my Qing Dynasty's death." Ning Wanwo lowered his head and said.

"Lord Ning, although you and I have different political views, this is the court. How can you feel at ease when you speak so rudely and slander this official?" Fan Wencheng knelt on the ground and did not get up.

He didn't know what kind of medicine was in my gourd in Ning Wan, so he was making trouble for him at such a critical point.

"Lord Fan, whether I have slandered you or not, I still need the emperor and His Royal Highness the Regent to judge!" After Ning finished, I raised the letter in my hand and handed it to the eunuch in front of the palace.

The little eunuch took the letter and went straight to Fulin who was sitting blankly on the throne. Unexpectedly, he was snatched by the emperor's uncle Dorgon as soon as he got up the steps, which shocked Fulin who was sitting on the throne.

Dorgon unfolded the letter and scanned it quickly, his expression became worse the more he read it.

"Master Ning, where did you get this letter?" Dorgon asked with a cloudy expression, waiting for Ning who was kneeling in front of the hall to finish.

"His Royal Highness, I got this letter from the servant butler in the courtyard last night when he was patrolling the night!" Ning Wan and I reported the truth.

The content of the letter is very short, only counting tens of thousands. Abu Nai of the Chahar Department and the Ming Emperor secretly formed an alliance one month ago.

At the end of Ning, I thought it was some villain's conspiracy, but after thinking about it, I realized that the matter was not that simple. The Chahar Ministry did not cooperate with the Qing's conscription order, and it was Fan Wencheng who was always dealing with it.

If Fan Wencheng really colluded with Chahar, then this guy is looking for death. Even if this matter is not true, but Fan Wencheng has been recruited in Chahar for two months, and he has not recruited a single soldier.

Therefore, no matter whether the letter is true or false, he can refer to a copy of the letter.

Dorgon was also secretly frightened. If the Qing Dynasty sent its troops to the south with all its power, if Chahar rebelled at this time and took advantage of the situation, then the Qing Dynasty might really fall into a dead end.

Although the Chahar Department has been obedient to his military order of the Qing Dynasty, but after all, he still listens to them on the surface, and the horses, cattle and sheep that should be confiscated are also not left behind.

Based on this letter alone, he cannot 100% determine whether the Chahar Department is rebelling.

"Fan Wencheng, the king ordered you to supervise the conscription of the Chahar tribe. How is it going?" Dorgon asked in a deep voice.

"Reporting to His Royal Highness, Chahar said in a memorial that their northern ranch suffered heavy snowstorms, soldiers suffered heavy losses, and most of their livestock died of freezing, so they hope His Highness can give them time to recuperate."

Fan Wencheng didn't dare to breathe. He didn't know what I wrote in the letter to the regent, but he saw the regent's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Have you sent someone to check?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, the slaves sent people, but... but they were all driven back by Chahar's people!" Fan Wencheng seemed to have guessed some clues, and his heart was cold.

"They called the slaves Hanchen, and they are not qualified to enter their ranch..."

"Incompetent, what is the use of such a useless dog slave like you? You can't handle this matter well, and you almost ruined this king's event!
Just look at it! "

Although Fan Wencheng didn't look very pleasing to him, but he also knew that the Qing Dynasty's current situation was due to the contribution of this dog slave, so even though he doubted Chahar, he didn't think about Fan Wencheng.

The letter floated two steps in front of Fan Wencheng, but Fan Wencheng didn't dare to get up, so he could only crawl over quickly, picked it up and looked at it, and leaned over to apologize in fright.

"The slave is terrified, the slave doesn't know about this!" Fan Wencheng broke out in a cold sweat. As a minister of state affairs, he didn't know about such a major event, how did I know about this?

Fortunately, he has worked so hard for many years, and His Royal Highness the Regent did not take too much anger on him.

"Hurry up and send someone to investigate for this king, to find the important soldiers of Daishan, and see if Chahar has suffered a disaster or intends to rebel!

If you still can't do it, you don't have to come back! "

Dorgon was in a terrible mood. Their foundation in the Qing Dynasty was already weak, and the 7 to [-] people they raised before were already stretched. Now they have recruited tens of thousands of soldiers, and their winter food reserves have almost been used up.

Originally, I wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack the pseudo-ming, so as to support the war with war, but now, at this juncture, there is a problem in the rear.

"Your servant obeys the order, and your servant will definitely get things done." Fan Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get out!" Dorgon annoyed Lian Ningwan and I drove out together.

"Slave, leave!" Fan Wencheng got up and retreated, and just raised his head when he saw Ning Wan and I smiled at him sinisterly.

After leaving the palace, Fan Wencheng straightened up instantly. He was nothing in front of his master, but when he left the palace, he was once again a minister of state affairs who was under one person and above ten thousand people.

The masters of the Qing Dynasty were willing to delegate power. Outside the palace, no matter if it was a foolish Tartar or a servile Han, they all knew that he was a scholar of the Qing Dynasty's Secretary Academy and a minister of state affairs.

Fan Wencheng went to the yamen to explain the matter to the subordinate officials, and quietly left work.

Today is a bit rough, he plans to go home and have a meal before dealing with the mountain of government affairs.

Fan Wencheng's house is very grand. After all, he has worked hard for Huang Taiji for more than ten years, and Huang Taiji really didn't say anything to him.

Alas, the first emperor died early!

It was such a bad day, Fan Wencheng suddenly thought of the past, feeling a little sad.

At the door of the house, Fan Wencheng saw a carriage parked in front of the house, and this carriage looked familiar.

"His Royal Highness is here again?" Fan Wencheng asked the sergeant beside the carriage with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the sergeant glared at him with contempt on his face.

Fan Wencheng also felt that he was unnecessary. Prince Azig of England had a rough personality and eccentricities. He was good at wives. He knew that there was a beautiful concubine in his family, so he came to visit from time to time.

He is the half-brother of the regent Dorgon, and in the entire Qing Dynasty, except for his younger brother Dorgon, no one dares to play tricks in front of him.

Even he didn't dare.

Fortunately, Azig left every time he finished his work and never procrastinated.

Fan Wencheng sneaked into his mansion with his head down, and his concubine Xiaoyun cried miserably from the yard.

When passing by his concubine's room, the two guards standing by the door were still grinning at him.

Fan Wencheng pretended not to hear, hurried to the cashier to get some money, and then left his mansion.

"Where are we going, sir?" the coachman asked him.

"Go to Cuiyun Tower!" Fan Wencheng shouted, startling the coachman.

Fucking the target, the old man wants to have fun, every day.

(End of this chapter)