What Jia Liu didn't know was that there was another person who heard the conversation from beginning to end.
This person is none other than Li Fengyao, the younger brother of Li Shiyao, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, and the second-class imperial guard who just arrived yesterday.
His ancestor was Li Yongfang, who was designated by Qianlong as a first-class traitor.
Looking at the retreating figure of the prince-in-law, Li Fengyao sneered: "This prince-in-law is very ambitious, but no matter how you look at it, he is just a stick."
"Bangchui" was originally the term for ginseng outside the customs. Later, anyone who was simple-minded or ignorant was called Bangchui.
It means the same thing as a rookie.
Fullerhun laughed dryly: "If this kid isn't a stick, can I get him to join the club?"
Li Fengyao reminded: "I don't think this guy has any respect for you. If he really wants to become a big official in the future, I'm afraid he won't listen to us. If it doesn't work, just find him a copy of Ginseng and transfer him."
"It's rare to have such a stick around, so it's okay to tease me. Besides, I'm an admiral from the first rank now, so I feel like my wings are hard no matter what. You have to let me feel it first."
Fulhun blew his teacup "hissingly".
"Young people, how can you let go of your stature if you haven't suffered a loss? How can you know how to be calm unless you have been taught a lesson? ... Tomorrow, we will stop the expenses of the Sichuan Green Camp and his flag-bearer training camp, and see how long this guy can last.
"
Fuller Hun has many ways to deal with a silly boy who wants to be on an equal footing with him because he thinks he is full of wings.
Li Fengyao smiled and said nothing more, because Fulehun had brought the stick into the meeting, and Fulehun was responsible for anything that happened.
But there is really no one in this world whom Fullerhun cannot deal with.
This governor-general stepped on the heads of two governors and three governors.
Then I asked what the other side of Da Jinchuan said.
Fulehun motioned to Li Fengyao to sit down and talk.
"Fu Sheng'a said that Sonomu asked the imperial court to canonize him first and fund him with a batch of ordnance before he would take action against Sengge Sang. In addition, after the incident was completed, he wanted the land of Xiaojinchuan, but he would not go to the capital to meet the emperor..."
Fulehun briefly explained the results of the two peace talks.
It was similar to what he said in front of the emperor before. This Sonomu was not only afraid that his Jinchuan would be brought down if he continued to fight against the Qing Dynasty, but also afraid that he would be asked to go to Beijing if he begged for surrender directly, so he wanted to learn from North Korea and become like Annan.
The "vassals" of the Qing Dynasty were not ministers.
In addition, he proposed that the Qing Dynasty donate 500,000 taels of silver to him to restore people's livelihood in Jinchuan and Jinchuan.
If the Qing Dynasty could not meet his demands, then he would not take action against Sengge Sang in Xiaojinchuan.
This means that the war will continue to drag on.
"Sonomu's abacus is very good, but this matter cannot be delayed any longer."
Li Fengyao meant that he could promise Sonomu to deal with the Ming Dynasty remnants of Xiaojinchuan who were most feared by the emperor first.
Fulehun nodded. He could have made a lot of money from this negotiation with Da Jinchuan, but now he had to give up some benefits.
Because something happened to Yu Minzhong, the chief military minister who supported the peace talks and was the backbone of the mutual aid association.
For a long time, Yu Minzhong bribed the palace eunuch Gao Yuncong with a lot of money, and through this person he secretly learned the secret contents of the governors of various places.
I often walk by the river without getting my shoes wet.
Half a month ago, Gao Yuncong was discovered while peeking at the records of Emperor Zhu Pidao's palace, and was seized on the spot.
When the incident reached Qianlong's ears, he was immediately furious and ordered Gao Yuncong to be handed over to the imperial ministers for interrogation.
Gao Yuncong failed to survive the torture and confessed that he had received gold and silver from Yu Minzhong many times and informed him of secret information and imperial approval.
When the news came out, Yu Minzhong was frightened and blamed himself.
"Yu Minzhong is called by me every day to deal with everything. What can't I say to him? Why does he turn to the eunuchs in the palace to inquire about relevant information?"
Qianlong did not expect that his trusted and respected chief minister of military aircraft would do such a thing, and he was furious and ordered Yu Minzhong to be handed over to the Ministry of Punishment for severe punishment.
The Ministry of Punishment decided to dismiss Yu Minzhong from his post.
This incident shocked the capital court and was even more shocking than the Agui rebellion.
If Da Jinchuan can surrender at this time and help the Qing Dynasty pacify Xiao Jinchuan, it will definitely be good news for Yu Minzhong in prison. When the time comes, he will be rewarded according to his merits, and if the governor and ministers intercede, the emperor will most likely forgive Yu Minzhong.
Fulehun is also the main promoter of the peace talks, but he knows the emperor's intentions better. Now he can agree to Sonomu on any conditions, but once Xiaojinchuan is destroyed, Dajinchuan will be pacified.
"I will go to talk to the people in Sonomu in person tomorrow. If necessary, you can go to Dajin River for me."
"Can."
Li Fengyao had no objection, because this was tantamount to giving him credit.
But, the wind picked up.
.......
late at night.
Sanping, temporary camp of the Second Squadron of Guerrilla Flag Guards.
Several flag bearers holding muskets and standing guard were warming themselves around the campfire, when suddenly a strong wind blew by, blowing sparks everywhere.
If flagman Sega hadn't flashed so fast, sparks would have blown all over him, but even so, his ears were burned by a flying spark, which made him grin.
"Why is there such a strong wind?"
Sega muttered, and bent down with his companions to pick up the firewood that had been blown away by the wind and put it back on the fire.
In February in Sichuan, it was still very cold at night.
The fire can not only provide a light source in the dark night, provide warmth for the sentries on duty, but also deter the wild beasts in the mountains.
When they stood up, Sega saw their squadron leader Ling Ke and Dalantai, who had been dismissed, walking over.
Sega and his companions immediately gave a military salute to Link and asked in confusion: "Sir, what's the matter so late?"
"The wind is blowing."
Link walked to the fire and stretched out his hands on it to feel the warmth of the fire.
"The wind is blowing!"
Dalantai patted Tuke on the shoulder, his voice containing great perseverance.
"That's it now!"
Sega's heart was inexplicably excited, and the other flag guards on duty also showed excitement.
The wind is blowing, which is a signal for action.
In the darkness, figures appeared one after another.
They are all members of the 2nd Squadron who should be sleeping.
110 Manchu and Mongolian flag bearers with muskets on their shoulders stood motionless on both sides of the fire like sculptures in the wind and snow.
Lynk looked around at his subordinates. As the squadron leader and the forward guard, he must be responsible for his subordinates.
"Everyone, the time of sacrifice has come. If anyone is unwilling to participate, please turn around and go back!"
Dalantai said in a deep voice: "No one will blame you, just like no one forces us to sacrifice. It is up to you to decide whether to be a warrior like a wolf or a coward like a dog."
The team remained calm and no one quit.
"Then take action!"
Dalantai and Lynk looked at each other, and they both came to the front of the team.
"Everyone, see you at Ziguang Pavilion!"
The two of them took the lead and headed towards the night without looking back.
Behind us is a silent team, but also a team burning with passion.
Tonight, they will bear the heavy responsibility of awakening the Eight Banners!
On the hillside in the distance.
Looking at the team leaving the camp, Jia Liu felt that the taste was not pure enough and couldn't help but regret: "I should have written a song for them."
Then he bowed deeply to the departing teams: "Please, please make me a hero of the Qing Dynasty!"