Following a dazzling bolt of lightning, a huge thunder sounded in the sky.
"Winter Thunder!" Shunzhi said quietly, looking up at the dark sky with his head tilted, "Mother, this is an ominous sign. There may be a big disaster in our Qing Dynasty this year."
Bumubutai paused slightly with the rosary in his hand.
But soon, he continued chanting Buddhist scriptures as if nothing had happened: "And Shariputra, that Buddha's land..."
"Eniang!" Shunzhi shouted again in an aggravated tone, but Bumubutai still ignored her. She couldn't speak because if she did, she was worried that she would be unable to control herself and scold the little emperor.
In a few days, the little emperor Shunzhi will be 11 years old.
Shunzhi already had his own opinions on many things.
What she, the Queen Mother, said was no longer as effective as before.
To put it lightly, it was of no use; to put it too harshly, the mother and son would have another quarrel.
In order to prevent the relationship between mother and son from deteriorating further, Bumubutai had no choice but to completely let go.
Seeing that Bu Mu Butai ignored him, Shunzhi stomped out of Cining Palace and returned to Qianqing Palace.
Surprisingly, Sony and Ye Bilong were waiting for him in the Qianqing Palace. Seeing Shunzhi coming in, Sony and Ye Bilong quickly flicked their sleeves and knelt on the floor.
"Slave Sony/Ebilong, come and see the master."
"Get up." Shunzhi said lazily, "Why are you two going to the palace in such a heavy rain?"
"This slave came here specially to bid farewell to the master." Sony suddenly wiped away tears, "If we say goodbye today, I don't know if I will have the opportunity to serve the master again in this life."
Yi Bilong couldn't squeeze out tears and could only howl.
"Master, this servant is also here to say goodbye to you."
"Sony, Ebilong? What happened?" Shunzhi frowned.
Sony shed tears and said: "Master, the emperor and the regent have made a decree. Tomorrow, I will lead the Eight Banners warriors with two yellow flags and two blue flags to go south to garrison in Hebei."
Ye Bilong also said: "I will also lead the warriors of the two red flags to Shanhaiguan."
Shunzhi frowned and said: "You two were actually transferred to Hebei and Shanhaiguan? Who will command the Manchu and Han armies that remain in the capital? My father is so ill now, can he still command the army?"
Sony lowered his head and said: "Master, the Manchu and Han armies in Gyeonggi will be commanded by Hong Chengchou."
"What? You mean Hong Chengchou? That second minister?" Fulin's face fell instantly, "This man is not trustworthy. How could my father be so careless? No, I must stop him."
Having said this, Fulin turned around and walked out the door.
A hint of joy flashed across Sony and Ebilong's eyes.
They came to Qianqing Palace this time, firstly to say goodbye, and secondly to deliver a message. The two of them said that it was impossible for the emperor and the regent to change his mind, but if the emperor could come forward, there might be a chance for a change. In short, the military power of the Qing Dynasty could not be handed over to a Han official, especially not to Hong Chengchou.
However, Fulin only took one step and then took it back.
Shunzhi suddenly remembered what Bumubutai said to him.
Never show your fangs until you have enough strength.
Shunzhi did not think he had the strength to challenge Dorgon now.
With the support of Sony and Ebilon, can they really challenge Dorgon?
At that moment, Shunzhi said: "Since this is my father's will, there must be some reason for it."
"In this way, I will retire here." Sony and Yi Bilong kowtowed and left Qianqing Palace with disappointed expressions. After leaving the palace, the two of them sighed deeply at each other.
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The Warm Pavilion of Prince Rui's Mansion.
Cao Eryu reported: "Master, Sony and Ebilong just went to Qianqing Palace."
Dorgon's hand movements paused, but he quickly continued to hold the medicine bowl to his mouth as if nothing had happened, and drank the bitter medicine that was unbearable to swallow. It was really bitter.
Dorgon's eyebrows knitted together in such pain.
Cao Eryu quickly handed over the hot towel.
Dorgon wiped his mouth with a hot towel and said quietly: "Soni and Ye Bilong are important ministers of the Two Yellow Banners. They should meet the emperor before leading the army to leave the capital. There is nothing strange about this."
"What the master said is true," Cao Eryu said, "it is indeed a slave who uses the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman."
"That's the only thing you Hans are bad about. You like party strife." Dorgon pointedly said, "No matter what time or situation you are in, you will never forget to exclude dissidents."
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"My master is aware that this is indeed the bad nature of the Han people." Cao Eryu deeply agreed.
"In comparison, the Manchus were more united than the Han people, so they were able to enter the pass and dominate the world."
"Dingding Tianxia?" Cao Eryu's words brought back Dorgon's worries, "Cao Eryu, please don't put gold on my face. Don't talk about whether Dingding Tianxia can hold the half of the country north of the Yellow River. You don’t even know that today’s situation is really serious, far more serious than you imagine.”
Cao Eryu was unusually determined: "Master, Nanming's strength has been exhausted. The Ming Dynasty in the Qing Dynasty is destined to return, so master, there is no need to worry. Once the battle begins, our Qing soldiers will definitely be able to turn danger into disaster." , the disaster is auspicious, even though Chongzhen deliberately tried to impose excessive taxes, he could not escape the end of defeat."
"Slave dog, you are really good at talking."
Dorgon couldn't help laughing and kicked Cao Eryu.
But when he turned his attention to the direction of the Chaohe River, Dorgon's expression darkened again.
Hong Chengchou, Hong Chengchou, I have entrusted you with the 120,000 Eight-Banner Han Army and the 40,000 Green Battalion. I have also entrusted the national destiny of the Qing Dynasty to your hands. You must not let me down.
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Hong Chengchou has arrived at the mouth of the Chaohe River.
Looking at the vast expanse of ice in the North Sea, Hong Chengchou suddenly felt that life was like a dream.
Six years ago, he led Bai Guangen, Ma Ke, Yang Guozhu and other eight town generals, a total of 130,000 troops to reinforce Jinzhou, and encountered the main force of the Qing army led by Huang Taiji in Songshan.
The Battle of Songjin was almost the decisive battle that determined the national destiny of the Ming and Qing Dynasties at that time.
In the end, the Ming army lost the Battle of Songjin, and Hong Chengchou was forced to surrender to the Qing Dynasty. Soon after, Zu Dashou also surrendered to the Qing Dynasty. Three years later, the puppet Shun army captured Beijing, and Li Shun became the Ming Dynasty.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! If Chongzhen hadn't realized Taoism at Meishan at the critical moment and suddenly changed his temperament, the Ming Dynasty might have perished long ago, right?
However, things are unpredictable, and no one expected that Chongzhen would realize enlightenment and change his mind before he was hanged on Meishan Mountain. In the next four years, he would change his mind and make every effort to cure himself.
When Hong Chengchou thinks about it now, it feels like he is dreaming.
Can an emperor really have such a big contrast between his front and back?
He really couldn't connect Chongzhen's various operations in the past few years with the previous Chongzhen. Is this really the same person? Is this really the Chongzhen he is familiar with?
However, the cruel reality is that whether he believes it or not, the Ming and Qing countries seem to be facing another battle over national destiny.
What makes Hong Chengchou feel absurd or laughable is that in the battle of national destiny in Songshan six years ago, Hong Chengchou was the coach of the Ming army, but in the battle of national destiny that will be staged in Beihai six years later, he became the commander of the Qing army.
He was the commander-in-chief of the army, but the emperor Chongzhen who he had previously loyal to became his opponent Hong Chengchou.
What's even more ridiculous is that Hong Chengchou's official title is still Governor of Jiliao and Minister of War. I don't know what Dorgon thought, but he actually gave him the same official title.
Do you want to ridicule him? Or do you want to spur him on?
Nothing could be more ridiculous than this.
Hong Chengchou really hoped that this was just a nightmare.
After waking up from the dream, he was still in his mansion in Beijing.
He was still the governor of Jiliao and the minister of the Ministry of War in the Ming Dynasty.
"Hong Budang, it's windy outside, so let's go into the tent first."
Kong Youde's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, which also brought Hong Chengchou's thoughts back to reality.
"Oh, okay." Hong Chengchou woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly raised his hands to Kong Youde and said, "King Pingnan, please."
Although Hong Chengchou's official title was Governor of Jiliao and Minister of the Ministry of War, he did not have a title, so his political status was far inferior to that of Kong Youde, the county king. This was Dorgon's way of checking and balancing.
The essence is that the command can be handed over to you, Hong Chengchou.
But military power must be in the hands of Kong Youde and others.
After entering the account, Hong Chengchou looked at Kong Youde, Wang Fuchen, Xia Longshan and others, and felt absurd again in his heart. They were still the same people as before, but they were no longer the same people.
"Hong Butang." Another sharp and gloomy voice sounded in Hong Chengchou's ears.
Without looking back, Hong Chengchou knew that Hou Fangyu had arrived. If Kong Youde, Geng Zhongming, and Shang Kexi were sent by Dorgon to check and balance him, then Hou Fangyu was sent by Dorgon to monitor him. This is a supervisory army!
Of course, nominally Hou Fangyu only joined the army. Because he was quite resourceful, he was sent to the army to listen to him.
"Hou Shenjun." When Hong Chengchou turned his head, his face was already full of smile, "I wonder if you have any advice?"
"I don't want to take it seriously, but I suddenly thought of a way, maybe I can give it a try." Hou Fangyu said with a dark smile, "If I'm lucky and it works, maybe I can kill hundreds of thousands of Nanming's troops in Beihai."
"Brush!" Wang Fuchen, Xia Longshan and other generals in the tent all looked over.
Even Meng Xueli, Feng Guofan, Yuan Fuzhong and other three scholars also looked astonished.
Ruining Nan Ming's hundreds of thousands of troops in a flash is no longer simple arrogance, it is simply arrogance that knows no bounds. This is really a toad yawning, such a loud tone, you really dare to say that.
Geng Jimao, who was standing among the generals, wanted to spit in Hou Fangyu's face.
You eunuch without eggs, do you know how to fight? How dare you talk nonsense?
There was silence for a moment in the big tent, and then there was loud laughter, and everyone burst into tears.
Hou Fangyu was not angry, but looked at Hong Chengchou blankly, waiting for Hong Chengchou's reply.
Hong Chengchou was also sneering in his heart. How could he allow hundreds of thousands of Ming troops to die in Beihai in a flash? This was really a big deal.
However, on the surface, Hong Chengchou did not show it at all. Instead, he solemnly said: "I also ask Hou Shenjun to give me some advice."
