Chapter 1988 Chaos has emerged! The race bag is broken!
Boundary between Ming and Qing dynasties.
Song Jingsheng, the Minister of Rites, once again served as the envoy of the Ming Dynasty and went to the Qing Dynasty to convey the decree.
However, just as his car arrived at the border, he was stopped by a man and a horse.
Song Jingsheng, as the envoy, looked at a burly man in armor sitting on a tall black horse on the official road, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Who is blocking the way?"
The armored man stopped his horse and blocked the road. He glanced past the guards of the mission, looked directly at Song Jingsheng, and said lightly: "I dare to ask, but are you Mr. Song?"
Song Jingsheng's heart sank slightly when he saw the other party's arrogant look. He realized that the other party was probably coming for him, and his expression became cautious: "Yes, it's me."
"It's good that you are Master Song. I have been ordered by my master to deliver a message to you."
The armored man jumped off the horse at this moment. Before Song Jingsheng could react, the other party was already in front of him as if he was in a deserted place. He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to his hand!
What a fast speed!
Even though he knew that the other party was deliberately showing off his strength, Song Jingsheng couldn't help but be secretly vigilant. Since the other party ignored the escort and easily approached him to deliver the message, he could naturally stab him.
In other words, even if the other party wants to kill him, he can still do it in a flash!
Song Jingsheng tried his best to calmly take the letter, but when he saw the contents of the letter clearly, his expression could not help but change slightly.
The armored man said calmly: "The letter has been sent. It is up to you, Mr. Song, to do whatever you want. However, if Mr. Song acts in accordance with my master's arrangements, he will definitely gain the friendship of my master."
As soon as the words fell, the figure of the armored man flashed back to his horse. He hugged his fists and rode away.
Song Jingsheng was left in front of the carriage, his face gloomy and uncertain.
Because he knew what the armored man didn't say afterward. If you follow the instructions, you will gain friendship. If you don't follow the instructions, you will gain hostility!
And who in the Ming court today can face that hostility?
Song Jingsheng fell silent.
At this time, a subordinate came to ask cautiously: "Sir, we are about to enter the Qing Dynasty. There is no village in front of us or any store in the back. Do you think you should drive a little longer? There are many tribes on the border of the Qing Dynasty. Maybe you can find a tribe."
Camping?”
Song Jingsheng waved his hand and said calmly: "That's all, everyone is tired from the journey, so let's just set up camp!"
"Yes, sir."
A group of people looked at each other.
Mr. Song, who was rushing to the Qing Dynasty in a hurry before, why is he suddenly not in a hurry?
And in the distance in the sky.
The armored man who had just been riding the horse looked at the envoys who were camped on the spot, showed a faint smile, and said with a low laugh: "They say that you, Song Jingsheng, know the current affairs, and now it seems that it is indeed true!"
After the words fell, he looked towards the Qing Dynasty and showed a cold and sarcastic smile, "Four Emperors of the Qing Dynasty, hum! My lord doesn't even have such an honorable position, how do you deserve it just by you?"
"Let there be chaos, let there be chaos. It is best for the Qing Dynasty to be completely in chaos. My lord will lead his troops to come when the time comes. When the mountains and rivers are calmed down, my lord may not be able to win the title of the four emperors!"
The armored man's eyes showed a look of fanaticism, and then he disappeared from the spot.
Qing Dynasty.
Shengjing City.
In the golden tent of sweat.
At this moment, the atmosphere was tense.
Dorgon, who had just ascended to the position of regent for his imperial father, looked haggard at the moment. Although it was due to too much work last night, it was also due to the pressure brought by the current situation.
"So, the Ji clan has completely rebelled?"
Dorgon looked at Dodo.
Duduo said with an ugly face: "Yes, now they have divided themselves into kings in various parts of the Qing Dynasty, and they have the support of a large number of civil servants and generals. Many tribes have rebelled, which further strengthens their momentum. If
If this continues, the Qing Dynasty is afraid..."
Having said this, he didn't say anything further.
However, the meaning behind the words was clear to everyone present.
Dorgon sighed, looked around at the many brothers, and said: "Everyone must have seen the current situation clearly. If we continue to fight among ourselves at this time, then once the Qing Dynasty is over, the ministers below will still have a chance to surrender.
Can you and I, the royal family, do it?”
Naturally, he knew in his heart that during this period, their brothers almost fell out over each other because of their position.
Fortunately, he still won this round.
Although he did not sit on the position of Great Khan, Fulin became Great Khan and he became the emperor's father and regent. So it was not he who had the final say in the Qing Dynasty?
Faced with Dorgon's sincere performance, Daishan finally said: "Yes, since the Ji clan wants to replace me with the Qing Dynasty, let's have a fight. No matter how we fight, we brothers are still members of our own family, and they Ji
The clan is different!"
"Yes, compared to us, does the Ming Emperor really want the Qing Dynasty to fall into the hands of the Ji clan? After all, our threat to the Ming Emperor is very small, but once the Ji clan officially takes control of the Qing Dynasty, it will not necessarily
Already..."
"We may be able to find ways to seek support from Ming Dynasty..."
"There is no harmony within the Ji clan. We may not be able to try to divide them..."
A group of people talk to each other and share the same hatred, and their morale is reunited.
In the crowd, Liu Xuan and Mr. Fan looked at each other, but neither said a word.
Since the news of Yang Fan's fall to the White Lotus Sect spread widely, their former confidants were not liquidated. Firstly, it was because of their strength, and secondly, they were worried that Yang Fan would reappear.
Therefore, it is the best way for the Qing court to ignore these two people.
However, although Liu Xuan and Mr. Fan did not speak, they still relied on the manpower they had buried to control the direction of the situation from afar, trying to keep the situation stable and waiting for Yang Fan's return.
"The Ji clan is powerful, young master, please come back quickly..."
Liu Xuan couldn't help but feel tired in his heart, but facing the powerful Ji clan, he just planned to see what kind of power secretly supported Dorgon and Fulin's rise to power!
at the same time.
In a magnificent temple, with auspicious lights and Buddha's light shining on bullfights, Maitreya Buddha, wearing a yellow robe and a monk's robe, with a human race bag hanging around his waist, sits on the central Buddha throne with a face full of compassion.
"When I look at this land of the Qing Dynasty, the good and evil of all sentient beings are fully revealed."
"Struggles lead to many killings, and greed for sexual pleasures and misfortunes is an abyss of desire and a sea of right and wrong. It is just suitable for me to teach people to walk, and to guide people to do good with my "Future Sumeru Sutra"."
"Please obey my Lord's decree!"
The Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and monks who were protecting him all around him paid homage one after another.
It's just that some of the Buddhas seem to be compassionate, but many of them show ferocious appearances, and some even directly show themselves as demons, so that the temple above is like a demon-Buddhist kingdom!
"Go for it!"
Maitreya Buddha waved away the crowd.
Everyone resigned.
The hall was empty, but at this moment, a sharp sound like tearing cloth suddenly sounded.
"not good!"
Maitreya Buddha instinctively had a bad premonition. He looked down and saw that the human seed bag... was broken.