Daxia Lingxian

Chapter 133
Dorgon comforted Luo Ning and said: "If the princess insists on not retaining soldiers to defend the wrong leader of the dragon, you can slowly recruit people. Yin Xuan knows how to train soldiers and can help you."

"In the name of the princess's retainers, hundreds of Zhuang Ding were compiled, and those officials and lords have nothing to say."

The two entered the lobby while talking, and Luo Ning was slightly startled when he saw a kneeling person in the lobby.

The man kneeled neatly, with a respectful and humble smile on his tail.

Fan Wencheng.

It's really an acquaintance.

When Fan Wencheng saw Luo Ning, he couldn't help but tremble.

Judging from the relationship between Luo opera master and the master, it must be very unusual, if he wants to harm himself...

Thinking of this, Fan Wencheng immediately let go of the past, with a hot face on his cold butt... and smiled at Luo Ning.

He took the initiative to cup his hands and said, "I have seen Mr. Theater Master."

Luo Ning was a little speechless.

This Fan Wencheng really knows how to exploit.

It really made him cling to Dorgon.

Not to mention other things, just talking about this person's forbearance and tenacity is not comparable to ordinary people.

In front of Dorgon, Luo Ning nodded indifferently and sat down naturally.

Dorgon laughed and said:
"Luoning Anda, this person's name is Fan Wencheng. He says he knows you. He has been kneeling outside the camp gate begging to see you. He has been kneeling for a few days."

"I saw his sincerity and understanding of compassion, so I summoned him. I don't think so, this Xia scholar is quite sensible and talented."

"Oh? Are you really talented?" Luo Ning pretended to be surprised, "Can he fall into the eyes of Dorgon Anda?"

Dorgon nodded, "Although Fan Wencheng is not a monk, he is really not an idiot. If such a well-educated person were in my Dajin, he would have been admitted to the Third Academy long ago, became a Dajin civil servant, and enjoyed the royal training."

"It's a pity that he is from Xia. He was selected as a scholar at the age of 12. He is considered a prodigy, right? What happened? He couldn't even pass the exam. He just has no way to serve the country and wasted years."

"In such a situation, he is by no means alone. How can Xia Guo not leave the sea as a treasure? People of insight, who doesn't feel sad, weeping Lin hurts Daopoor?"

Although Dorgon is a noble Jurchen, he was born in the royal family after all. He was taught by Confucian teachers from Xia since he was a child, and his speech can be regarded as elegant.

If it weren't for the ghostly appearance of the braided hair and the money rat tail, he would really look like a son of a great Xia family.

In fact, the vast majority of Jurchens are barbaric by nature, with limited civilization.

"The master is so absurd, the slave is extremely ashamed!"

Fan Wencheng kowtowed excitedly, "Xia Kingdom is rotten, traitors are in power, there is no place for heroes, Xiaoxiao has a chance to succeed. Isn't it because I, Dajin, have the harmony and the right time?"

Dorgon smiled, "In front of Luo Ninganda, you will continue what you said before."

"Hey!" Fan Wencheng kowtowed again, with a respectful and clear tone.

"Master said, Dajin has already occupied half of Jizhou, half of Bingzhou, [-] counties of Xia Kingdom, and [-] million Naxia people!"

"But the master also said that these tens of thousands of Xia people were incorporated into the tribe and became slaves under the Eight Banners. The slave thinks...it's inappropriate!"

"...The servant thought that the Eight Banners of the Xia people could be established, and those who were loyal to my great gold would be included in the Eight Banners of the Xia people, and enjoy the treatment of bannermen..."

"...It is forbidden to rob Xia people to win their hearts..."

Fan Wencheng talked eloquently and at length.

From subduing the hearts of the Xia people, eliminating resistance, to governance and assimilation, division and disintegration, agriculture, taxation, commerce, public opinion, diplomacy, etc., they have expressed their opinions.

From major military and political affairs to minor weddings and funerals, everything is covered.

From the standpoint of the Kingdom of Jin, many of the suggestions are practical, far-reaching and far-reaching, and they hit the nail on the head. They are by no means general.

In all fairness, this person is indeed a political talent, not a rote scholar.

They have good eyesight and a wide range of knowledge.

From the standpoint of Daxia, this person's strategy can be described as a soft knife that kills people without blood, very vicious.

Although Luo Ning himself didn't like the Great Xia Dynasty dominated by Confucian and Taoist monks, he was a Xia person after all.

He suddenly had the urge to kill Fan Wencheng.

If I had known that this person was not an idiot, I should have crushed him to death beforehand.

It's a pity that this person has already taken refuge in Dorgon, and he can't kill him if he wants to.

Dorgon was very satisfied, and when Fan Wencheng finished speaking, he finally said what Fan Wencheng had been waiting for for a long time.

"Fan Wencheng, follow me back to Dajin. There are very few Xia scholars in Dajin Dynasty, and you have a good chance to be appreciated by Da Khan."

"If you can enter the Third Academy, you can become a monk soon."

Fan Wencheng was so overjoyed that he burst into tears, "Master...slave...slave... woohoo!"

Luo Ning felt extremely bored.But in front of Dorgon, he could only smile and say:

"I didn't expect this Fan Wencheng to have such insight! I was mistaken before."

"Dorgon Anda, you have taken in a good servant."

Dorgon laughed, "I don't have a counselor by my side yet, this Fan Wencheng is just right."

"Fan Wencheng, you go down first."

"Hey!" Fan Wencheng kowtowed to Dorgon, "Your servant will resign!"

He was afraid that Luo Ning would say bad things about him, so he saluted Luo Ning flatteringly, "My lord, the villain will leave."

Very alert.

Luo Ning looked at his back, the more he looked like a dog.

"Lonin Anda, look at this."

Dorgon took out an extremely exquisite bright yellow dry tobacco bag, "This is a dry tobacco bag made by Longyu. It is as warm as a hand stove in severe winter, and as cool as ice in scorching heat."

He handed the Longyu pipe to Luo Ning, "We are all old smokers who love this one. I asked someone to make two, and this one is for you."

It was the scorching heat at this time, and the weather was hot.Ke Luoning took the Longyu pipe, and immediately felt a burst of coolness.

There is no need to consume spiritual power, and the whole body is extremely cool.

"I won't thank you." Luo Ning took the valuable Longyu pipe, filled it with tobacco leaves, lit it, and took a puff.

"That's right, even the scent of this tobacco is stronger. It's enjoyable!"

Luo Ning, a long-time smoker, was very satisfied after trying the new pouch.

"Isn't it?" Dorgon took out another Longyu cigarette pouch and took a puff, "You know, there is really no one comparable to Longyu in terms of spiritual materials for making cigarette pouches."

"In the Great Jin Dynasty, many people love snuff. I don't like snuff, but I still like dry tobacco."

The two of them each held a long jade pipe that was more than one foot long, and puffed out the clouds in a "batterbatter", don't be too comfortable.

The guards at the door have never seen Ezhen and another person smoking and chatting in such a relaxed atmosphere.

"It's a pity that the tobacco we smoke is not spiritual grass." Dorgon had a whim, "I wondered, if spiritual tobacco can be cultivated, what would the taste be like?"

"However, to turn ordinary grasses into spiritual grasses, even a master farmer can't do it, so he can only think about it."

Hearing this, Luo Ning was also looking forward to it.

Cultivate spiritual tobacco?
It's really possible.

The two of them had just finished smoking a bag of cigarettes when suddenly the fourth member of the mission, Zhenghei Banner Jiala Erzhen Turge, asked to see him.

"The slave has seen Ezhen."

Turge is a fourth-rank master, so he still wants to say hello to Dorgon when he sees him.

"The servant has appointed Qianqiu Shan Yun Fuyao as Niu Lu Ezhen, but Yun Fuyao himself is not in Qianqiu Shan for the time being."

Dorgon said: "This is a trivial matter. When Yun Fuyao returns to the mountain, Luoning Anda will contact him."

"One more little thing." Turge looked indifferent, "Just now, a tribal envoy named Jin Yanshou was killed on his way to Songyuan City to participate in the Shoton Festival."

When Luo Ning heard that Jin Yanshou, the envoy of the Naixue Tribe, was killed, he silently gave You Hao and others a thumbs up in his heart.

After Jin Yanshou died, the tribal envoy's seat was finally vacated.

Dorgon didn't even twitch his brows, "It's just an eighth-rank tribal envoy who was killed by the enemy, what is it worth?"

"However, the tribal envoy is the official of Tubo after all, so if he was killed like this, the other party's courage is not small. Do you know who did it?"

Luo Ning nodded: "The killer is quite courageous, he must not be an ordinary green forest monk."

Turge shook his head, "I don't know the truth of the matter. However, I did inquire a few words. Jin Yanshou is very angry among the Xia people."

"He collected the beauties of the Xia people in the tribe many times, and presented them to those obscene monks in the Yanshi Temple. In order to curry favor with that shit living Buddha, he even sent his niece out to be some kind of wonderful concubine."

"This person is also very good at looting, and there are many complaints in the tribe."

Dorgon said casually: "Then it's no wonder, this person behaves like this, he will be killed sooner or later."

Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at Luo Ning, "It's really time for this person to die! Luo Ning Anda, do you want to be the envoy of this tribe?"

"Me?" Luo Ning was startled, and put down the Longyu pipe, "I'm already the Lord of Longcuo City."

Dorgon smiled, "Although the tribal envoy is only eighth-rank, he is an official official of Tubo! City Lord Longcuo sounds nice, but he is just a retainer. He is not an official and cannot be promoted."

"Being a tribal envoy is different. You can enjoy a bit of Tubo royal air and have the chance to be promoted."

Luo Ning nodded, "I'm interested, but can I also serve as the tribal envoy?"

"It's possible!" Dorgon was also interested, "I'll tell the princess first, try it."

.........

The next day, Dorgon invited Luo Ning and said directly:

"The Nayuki tribe used to be the tribe that supported the Yanshi Temple. According to the Tubo system, the candidates for the Nayuki tribe's envoys need to be recommended by the Yanshi Temple."

"Yanshi Temple will definitely not refute the princess's face. However, the princess doesn't like Yanshi Temple, and she doesn't want her retainers to have anything to do with Yanshi Temple."

"The princess said, which three theater actors won the top three in the Shoton Festival, and those three theater companies will recommend candidates for the tribal envoy."

"If you get the top three, the tribal envoy must belong to you!"

……

On the third day, Gu Zuiyue eighteenth.

Thousands of people are already seated in the Dharma Assembly Hall of Dajinpeng Temple.

Princess Luobudeji, Dorgon, Jiedushi, Xibian, the master of the temple, Jieerlun and other important figures were also present.

On the square of the main hall of the Dharma Conference, there are even more people, there are more than ten thousand people.

Many Tibetan serfs came to Dajinpeng Temple to watch the Shoton performance.

The Sanskrit sound and Buddha singing of Dajinpeng Temple resounded through the sky.

The Shelton performance of the Year of the Wood Rat in Shunzhou has finally begun.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

The ten-foot-long Tongqin horn blew earth-shatteringly, and fifteen troupes appeared one by one!

Under the guidance of the ceremonial monks, fifteen troupe masters held khatas and presented the princess on behalf of the troupe.

All eyes were on the fifteen squad leaders!

PS: There are only three days left in this month.There should be no chance of breaking the thousand monthly pass.

(End of this chapter)