"Ning Shilang, what's the matter with you?" Dolgon's face suddenly fell.

Although this Ning Wan my granddaughter is very much in his heart, but you Ning Wan and I don't look at the situation, this king has stood up and wants to pretend that you are looking for trouble, a dog slave who doesn't open his eyes!

"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness the Regent, the servants think that Lord Fan has ill intentions and predestined me to be in the face of the Qing Dynasty." Ning Wan lowered my head and said.

"Lord Ning, although you and I have different political views, but this is above the court, how can you be at ease with your words and slander your own officials like this?" Fan Wencheng knelt on the ground and never got up.

He didn't know what kind of medicine was in my gourd, so he was looking for trouble for him.

"Lord Fan, has this official slandered you, and you still need the emperor and His Royal Highness the regent to make a holy judgment!" After Ning Wan, I held up the letter in my hand and presented it to the eunuch in front of the palace.

The little eunuch took the letter and went straight to Fu Lin, who was sitting on the throne, but he didn't expect that he was snatched by the emperor's uncle Dolgon as soon as he went up the steps, which startled Fu Lin on the throne.

Dorgon took a quick look at the letter, and the more he looked at it, the worse his face became.

"Ning Shilang, where did you get this letter?" Dolgon's face was cloudy, waiting for Ning Wan, who was kneeling in front of the hall.

"Back to His Royal Highness the Regent, this letter was obtained in the courtyard last night when the servant butler was on patrol!" I'd rather finish reporting it truthfully.

The content of the letter is very short, only a few crosses, and the Chahar tribe Abnei has secretly formed an alliance with the Ming Emperor a month ago.

Ning Wan, I originally thought that this was a conspiracy of some villains, but after thinking about it, I felt that things were not so simple, the Chahar Ministry did not cooperate with the conscription order of the Qing Dynasty, and Fan Wencheng has always been maneuvering around it.

If Fan Wencheng really colluded with Chahar, then this guy was simply looking for death, even if this matter was nothing, but he Fan Wencheng had been conscripted in Chahar for two months, and not a single soldier was recruited.

Regardless of whether the letter is true or false, he can refer to Fan Wencheng.

Dolgon was also secretly frightened, if the Qing Dynasty really poured the power of the country to the south, if Chahar rebelled at this time and took advantage of the situation, then the Qing Dynasty was really likely to fall into death.

Although the Chahar Ministry has always disobeyed his military orders of the Qing Dynasty, after all, they still listen to them on the surface, and the horses, cattle and sheep that should be levied are also not left behind.

Based on this letter alone, he could not be 100% sure whether the Chahar tribe had rebelled or not.

"Fan Wencheng, this king ordered you to supervise the conscription of the Chahar Ministry, how did you do?" Dorgon asked in a deep voice.

"Returning to His Royal Highness the Regent, Chahar said that their northern pastures suffered heavy losses from the snowstorm, and most of the livestock froze to death, because they hoped that His Highness would give them time to recuperate."

Fan Wencheng didn't dare to breathe, he didn't know what Ning finished writing in my letter to the regent, only to see that the regent's face instantly became gloomy.

"Are you going to send someone to check?"

"Back to Your Highness, the servants have sent people, but ...... But they were all driven back by the Chahar people! Fan Wencheng seemed to have guessed some clues, and his heart was also cold.

"They scolded the slave for being Hanchen and not qualified to enter their ranch......"

"Incompetent, what's the use of this king asking you to be such a useless dog minion? You can't do this thing, you almost ruined the king's big thing!

Check it out! ”

Although Fan Wencheng made him look at it not very pleasing to the eye, he also knew that the Qing Dynasty could have such a situation as it was now, and this dog slave was indispensable, so even if he doubted Chahar, he didn't think about Fan Wencheng.

The letter floated two steps in front of Fan Wencheng, and Fan Wencheng didn't dare to get up, so he could only quickly crawl over, pick it up and take a look, and quickly leaned over in fright to plead guilty.

"The minions are scared, the minions don't know about it!" Fan Wencheng broke out in a cold sweat, he didn't know about such a big matter as a minister, how did I know about this Ning Wan?

Fortunately, he has worked hard over the years, and His Royal Highness the Regent has not been too angry with him.

"Why don't you send someone to check on this king, go to Daishan and ask for soldiers, and see if he Chahar has suffered a disaster or intends to rebel!

If you still can't do it, you don't have to come back! ”

Dolgon was in a terrible mood, their foundation was already thin, and the sixty or seventy thousand people before raising them were already stretched, and now they have conscripted hundreds of thousands, and the winter food stocks have almost been used.

Originally, I wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack the pseudo-Ming so that I could nourish the war with war, but now it's good, at this juncture, there is a problem in the rear.

"The slave obeys, and the slave must get things done." Fan Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get out!" Dolgon's distraught Lian Ning finished driving me out.

"The minions are gone!" Fan Wencheng got up and retreated, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw Ning Wan smiling at him.

Out of the palace, Fan Wencheng straightened his waist in an instant, he was nothing in front of the master, but out of the palace, he was a minister of parliament above 10,000 people under one person.

The Manchu masters were willing to delegate power, and outside the palace, whether it was a stupid Tartar or a groveling Han Chinese, they all knew that he was a scholar of the Secretariat of the Great Qing Dynasty and a minister of parliament.

Fan Wencheng went to the yamen and explained the matter to his subordinate officials, and he quietly got off work.

Today is a bit unpleasant, and he plans to go home for a meal and deal with the mountain of government affairs.

Fan Wencheng's house is very magnificent, after all, he has worked hard for Huang Taiji for more than ten years, and Huang Taiji really didn't say anything to him.

Alas, the emperor died early!

After these days, Fan Wencheng suddenly remembered the past, and he was a little sad.

When he arrived at the door of the house, Fan Wencheng saw that a carriage had been parked in front of the house, and this carriage was still very familiar.

"His Royal Highness Prince Ying is here again?" Fan Wencheng asked the sergeant next to the carriage with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the sergeant glared at him with contempt.

Fan Wencheng also felt that he was doing too much, Prince Ying Azig had a rough personality and quirks, was a good wife, and knew that he had a beautiful concubine at home, so he came to visit from time to time.

He was the half-brother of the regent Dorgon, and in the entire Qing Dynasty, no one dared to play tricks in front of him except his younger brother Dorgon.

Even he didn't dare.

Fortunately, Azig left every time he 'finished his work' and never procrastinated.

Fan Wencheng lowered his head and sneaked into his mansion, and his concubine Xiaoyun cried miserably from the courtyard.

When he passed by his concubine's room, the two guards standing by the door were still grinning at him.

Fan Wencheng pretended not to hear, hurriedly went to the account room to get some silver, and went out of his mansion again.

"Sir, where are we going?" The coachman asked him.

"Go to Cuiyun Tower!" Fan Wencheng shouted, startling the coachman.

Fuck the target, the old man is going to be happy, day by day.

ps: In history, it was Duoduo who slept with Fan Wencheng's concubine.