Fan Wencheng gathered a group of Han Chinese ministers to the regent's palace to find Dolgon, hoping to persuade him not to move west with the Manchus.

At this moment, Fan Wencheng couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart.

Since the 46th year of Wanli to Nurhachi, to this day, Fan Wencheng has assisted Nurhachi, Huang Taiji, and Dolgon three generations of Manchu rulers, and has participated in the formulation of major decisions related to the attack on the Ming Dynasty, the rebellion against Ming officials, the surrender of Korea, and the pacification of Mongolia, and can be regarded as the most important strategist in the Manchu camp.

For a total of thirty-one years, he has always believed that he has seen through the ** of the Ming Dynasty, and that Manchurian talents are the destiny of heaven, and they will definitely be able to achieve great things and dominate the world!

But today, the Ming Dynasty only changed an emperor and carried out some reforms to break his expectations of the Manchus, and at this moment the Manchus planned to move westward to avoid the Ming Dynasty's offensive, and it was a hard blow to his heart, completely shattering his original firm beliefs, and almost crushing his old body.

Isn't it the destiny of the Manchurians, why did they face the Northern Expedition of the Ming Dynasty and failed repeatedly, so that they had to lower their once arrogant heads and plan to move west. Fan Wencheng can't imagine this, doesn't this prove that his previous beliefs are wrong, Manchurian people can't make things, he is wrong.

"Regent Chuan'er wait in!" A white flag guard came out to spread the word and let Fan Wencheng and the others enter.

Fan Wencheng immediately reined in his mind and walked in, no matter what, he must persuade Dolgon to give up moving west, the Qing Dynasty has not completely failed, and there is still a chance to turn the tables. Fan Wencheng firmly believes in this, no matter what, he is not willing to let him become a great traitor through the ages in the eyes of the Han people because of the failure of the Manchurians, he should have been the founder of the new dynasty, and he should enjoy all the honor, not some great traitor through the ages!

"Slave Fan Wencheng, see Regent!" Fan Wencheng saluted Dolgon.

Dolgon's eyes narrowed slightly, originally according to what he valued Fan Wencheng, he should have let Fan Wencheng get up as soon as possible, but he didn't do this, but there was a murderous flash in his expression, and Dolgon actually killed Fan Wencheng, who had always been a serious adviser!

"Fan Wencheng, you have been loyal to me for thirty years, right?" Dorgon asked faintly.

Fan Wencheng didn't know why, he chuckled in his heart, and he faintly felt that something was wrong.

"Back to the regent, the minions have been loyal to the Qing Dynasty for thirty-one years." Fan Wencheng suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and replied.

Dolgon nodded: "Thirty-one years, a long time, when you were like the Qing Dynasty, this king was only a six-year-old child, you are still the king's teacher, and many things were taught by you to this king." ”

"Minions don't dare!" Fan Wencheng's uneasiness in his heart was even worse, he had come to persuade Dolgon not to move west, but he was listening to Dolgon's words.

"Regent, the minions are here, yes"

"No hurry, no hurry!" Fan Wencheng opened his mouth before he was interrupted by Dolgon's wave.

Interrupted by Dolgon, Fan Wencheng had to endure it and let Dolgon finish first.

"Fan Wencheng, the Qing Dynasty has taken you a lot over the years, right?" Dorgon asked lightly.

"It's not thin." Fan Wencheng replied helplessly.

The Manchus did not treat him well, not only believed in his talents, listened to his strategies, but also gave him high-ranking officials, even if any Manchu son saw him, he would give a thin face and two points of courtesy, he was more respected than any Han prince in the Manchu camp.

Dorgon nodded, his eyes slightly open, and the murderous intent was completely exposed.

"In that case, you should do one more thing for the Qing Dynasty, this king needs your life to appease the resentment of the Qing Dynasty's repeated defeats!" Dolgon said in a deep voice, finally no longer hiding his murderous intentions.

Fan Wencheng's hair stood up in an instant, and his eyes widened as he looked at Dolgon, full of disbelief.

"Someone! Tie up Fan Wencheng! Dorgon coldly ordered.

"Wow!" More than a dozen guards full of white flags rushed in, instantly subduing Fan Wencheng and a few others, and someone else tied up Fan Wencheng and several others with ropes.

"Regent, what are you going to do! What a crime I have in Fan Wencheng! Fan Wencheng was furious, and couldn't believe that Dorgon would do this.

"What is this king going to do?" Dolgon smiled, looked at Fan Wencheng who was tied up, and said indifferently: "With your ingenuity, I'm afraid you have already thought of it, yes, this king is just as you think, use your life to appease the resentment of the Manchu children against this king!" ”

Fan Wencheng's eyes widened in an instant, and he was blindfolded!

"You, Dorgon, do you dare to do that, without fear of being attacked by the moats?" Fan Wencheng couldn't care about anything else, and scolded Dolgon, Dolgon is asking for his life, how can Dolgon do this, he has been planning for the Qing Dynasty for thirty-one years for their full life and death.

"Humph! How dare this king! Take Fan Wencheng down, and this king and the others will get to know him with their own hands in front of all the Eight Banners disciples! Dolgon snorted coldly, wanting to use Fan Wencheng thoroughly and squeeze Fan Wencheng's last value.

The Ming army went on a northern expedition, and the Qing Dynasty was repeatedly defeated, so that today it has to give up the result of moving the ancestral land westward.

It is conceivable that the resentment in the hearts of the children of the Eight Banners must be not shallow, and most of them are for him Dolgon, after all, the Qing Dynasty fell into such a situation under the leadership of his Dolgon, and Fan Wencheng's role is to replace this responsibility.

Since Dolgon decided to take his clansmen to move westward and re-open up a land for survival, the road ahead is boundless, he must unite the strength of all his clansmen, which can not let the clansmen have a grudge against him.

I believe that Fan Wencheng will definitely be able to transfer away most of the resentment of the clan, which will be conducive to the unity of the clansmen in the process of moving west in the future, in this case, how can he let Fan Wencheng go.

Fan Wencheng was furious and kept scolding, but his mouth was soon blocked by the wine glass cloth ball and was pressed down by the guards.

Not from time to time.

The 300,000 Manchus, old and young, all gathered inside and outside Beijing, and Dolgon counted Fan Wencheng's many guilts in front of the 300,000 Manchu people and children, the most important of which was to instigate the Qing Dynasty to enter the customs to compete for the Central Plains, and put all the current failures of the Qing Dynasty on Fan Wencheng's head.

Then, Dolgon personally cut off Fan Wencheng's head to soothe the grievances in the hearts of 300,000 Manchurians, old and young.

Fan Wencheng's head rolled to the ground, blood stained a large area of mud, he never thought that he, Fan Wencheng, had worked hard for the Manchurians for thirty-one years, and made suggestions, just so that the Manchus could dominate the world, but now he died in such a humiliating way in the hands of the Manchus, which has to be said to be an extremely sad joke.

Fan Wencheng regretted very much, why did he believe so much that Manchurian people could succeed from the beginning, so that he ended up today, but unfortunately he has no chance to regret it, and he is definitely not just as simple as dying, he will also be beaten into the pit of filthy traitors, scolded by eternity, and will never be able to live forever!

A generation of traitor Fan Wencheng was killed in such a situation.

"How long will it take for the Ming army to arrive?" Dorgon asked, looking at one of the Eight Banners generals.

"Back to the regent, the Ming army will kill in less than an hour!" The Eight Banners general replied.

Since deciding to move westward, Dolgon has been sending people to pay close attention to the Ming army's every move in the direction of Yandang Mountain, Zhu Ci stumbled to Beijing City, Dolgon received the news, he wanted to rush before the Ming army arrived, with his people to leave Beijing City and start moving west.

There is no time, and we will move westward soon!

"Leave Fan Wencheng's head to the Ming Emperor, pass the order, and set off to move west!" Dolgon took one last look at the sky of the city of Beijing, and then set off north with 300,000 tribesmen, intending to move westward from the Mongolian steppe.

"Zhu Cijiao, don't be complacent, one day, I, Dolgon, will come back!" This was the last vow Dolgon made when he left the city of Beijing with great reluctance.

On November 23, the fourth year of the Ming Dynasty, with the westward migration of the Manchus, the struggle between the Ming and the Manchus came to an end, but it does not mean that it is completely over.