"You should understand that when you decide to surrender, you have no way out," Nurhachi held the chair with both hands, stood up slowly, and walked down the jade steps step by step with the help of the palace maid.

Hearing Nurhachi's words, Mao Wenlong lowered his head and whispered: "If what the Great Khan wants is Wang Qi's head, there is nothing I can do."

The entire Liaodong knew how much Nurhaci wanted Wang Qi to die.

But he, Mao Wenlong, has never even seen Wang Qi’s face.

Although he relied on Wang Qi's uncle Wang Huazhen to make his fortune, in recent years, ever since he landed on Pi Island, he has been contacted by Yuan Keli, the governor of Denglai. The imperial court's salary, food, and decrees also arrive at Pi Island through Denglai and Jiaodong Peninsula.

Island.

As if feeling Nurhachi's scrutinizing gaze, Mao Wenlong's mouth moved slightly: "Khan, why don't you change the angle?"

"Huh?" Nurhachi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at Mao Wenlong.

"If you want to kill Wang Qi, you can't do it for the time being, but Wang Qi doesn't have the final say in Liaodong alone."

In fact, Mao Wenlong saw very clearly that Ming Dynasty never perished because of the strength of its opponents. In fact, it was because of too many pig teammates within itself that it caused its own internal disintegration.

Donglin, Si Lijian, Zhejiang Party, Chu Party, local gentry forces, clan forces, businessman interest groups, the Ming Dynasty has reached a critical point of internal expansion, and only a little external contradiction is needed to reach this critical point in advance.

It can cause the interior to explode directly.

The Han Dynasty was destroyed by force,

Then Ming died due to internal fighting.

"You mean Liaodong is not monolithic," Nurhaci walked slowly in the hall, obviously Mao Wenlong had reminded him.

"I thought," Fan Wencheng stepped forward and said, "We can start with Uncle Wang Qi, Wang Huazhen!"

Wang Huazhen?

Fan Wencheng's words made Mao Wenlong's brows move slightly and his eyes shrink.

"Keep talking!" Nurhachi reached out and tapped Fan Wencheng.

"Wang Huazhen, who is currently the Chief Envoy to Shandong in the Ming Dynasty, has two identities, which I can use!" Fan Wencheng was obviously very aware of the factional struggles within the Ming Dynasty and the tendency of partisan strife: "First of all, Mao Wenlong was Wang Huazhen's benefactor.

, if I use counterintuitive tactics and use Mao Shuai to make the Ming court convict Wang Huazhen, secondly, Wang Huazhen is Wang Qi’s uncle, and touching Wang Huazhen will definitely attract Wang Qi to enter. If Wang Qi enters, then those Donglin scholars in the Southern Dynasties will

I won’t miss this opportunity to bring down Wang Qi! This is killing three birds with one stone!”

Mingting, Liaodong, Wang Qi!

Nurhachi put his hands behind his back, and the entrance to the hall was filled with the afterglow of the setting sun, making it seem like it was bathed in golden holy light: "Fan Wencheng and Mang Gurtai, you two can handle this matter!"

"The slaves (sons and ministers) receive the order!"

"Mao Wenlong," Nurhaci made no move, still looking at the hot sunlight, his tone became cold.

"Khan, you..." Mao Wenlong still couldn't use the word slave as his own name, so he licked his master's feet like a dog.

"If you can handle this matter well, you won't be able to go back to the Ming Dynasty, but in Dajin, you can still continue to be your commander-in-chief of Liaonan, and you will still lead the original team! I will grant you this title. The first banner leader of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty!"

"Great Khan," Mao Wenlong stiffened. If he could continue to command the army and continue to be his local emperor in southern Liaoning, it would not make much difference to someone like Mao Wenlong to whom he would be loyal. "Wenlong If your liver and brain are wiped out, you will die from sweating!!!"

"You can discuss the specific terms and conditions yourself, and finally report the plan to this Khan. You can retire!" As people get older, their energy naturally decreases. Nurhaci has said that if he has just experienced the pain of losing a son, he can stick to state affairs. He deserves to be called a hero.

"My son (slave) resigns!"

Not long after, Mang Gurtai, Fan Wencheng, and Mao Wenlong slowly retreated.

The Shenyang City Palace has just been renovated. The steps outside the main hall are not smooth, and there are even a few missing corners and stone slabs. Mao Wenlong lowered his head and followed Fan Wencheng and Mang Gurtai while counting the stone slabs. The quantity, while thinking about what Fan Wencheng said just now.

Kill three birds with one stone?

So what role do you play in it?

"Master Mao," Fan Wencheng had already stood up, standing side by side with Mang Gurtai, looking back at Mao Wenlong.

With a click, Mao Wenlong paused, raised his head, and faced the two people standing in the backlight of the sun. Their expressions could not be clearly seen, but their tone was full of condescension.

"From tomorrow onwards, I will arrange a private house for you, in the northwest of Shenyang City, where there are sparsely populated and much quieter places. All the letters and notes from the past Ming Dynasty that exist in your house, as well as various accounts of grain, grass and military supplies, are all there. If it needs to be handed over to me and needs your signature, someone will look for you, do you understand?"

"House arrest?" Mao Wenlong squinted, that's not what Nurhaci said.

"No," Fan Wencheng chuckled: "It's just for safety's sake. When things are almost done, you can come and go freely!"

Compared with Fan Wencheng's elegant words, Mang Gurtai seemed much more arrogant: "Whatever the king needs you to do, you do it. To be a slave, you must have the duty of a slave. Don't think about being you all day long. Chief Military Officer of Napi Island."

After saying this, Mang Gurtai snorted coldly, his eyes full of mockery, and ignored Mao Wenlong's reaction, turned around and left.

Only Fan Wencheng and Mao Wenlong were left behind again.

"Haha, don't worry about Mao Shuai, Sanbeile has such a temper," Fan Wencheng looked at Mao Wenlong. They are both Han Chinese, so naturally they feel closer to each other.

Historically, Mang Gurtai and Huang Taiji competed for the throne, but were eventually defeated by Huang Taiji and missed the opportunity to ascend to Dabao. Among them, Mang Gurtai's violent temper was an important reason for his disadvantage.

Mao Wenlong looked at Fan Wencheng, who had lowered his eyebrows and lost all his bones. He did not answer, but said: "Fanda, how did you say the word slave?"

In the Ming court, civil and military officials all called themselves ministers, and there was a clear distinction between them and the emperor's slaves.

He, Mao Wenlong, has no doubts about Ming Ting, but he now has extremely strong resistance to calling himself a slave.

"Mao Shuai," Fan Wencheng didn't feel any anger because of Mao Wenlong's ridicule, he just said calmly:

"I have been reading books about sages and sages for twenty years and praising the emperors for twenty years. What did I get in the end? You should know what the bleak situation was like in Liaodong at that time. Everyone was just a beast, and the fields were full of bones. They lived better than slaves.

Half a point? Sometimes, it’s okay to lie to others, but don’t lie to yourself.”

Faced with Mao Wenlong's silence, Fan Wencheng smiled and seemed very indifferent, and continued: "The emperor of the Ming Dynasty uses domestic slaves to rule the world. Are you civil and military officials half better than domestic slaves?"

"Think about it for yourself. Sometimes, people have to comfort themselves. Why should they be so obsessed with one or two words of address?" Fan Wencheng reached out and patted Mao Wenlong on the shoulder, then cupped his hand and left slowly.
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