In the eighteenth year of Chongzhen, the first year of Shunzhi, the third day of February, Shengjing Palace.

As soon as the day dawned, the cold wind was biting, and outside the Dazheng Palace, a group of ministers of civil and military affairs chatted with each other trembling with their hands.

"Master Fan, can you still hold up your bones?" A slightly eerie voice came from the side.

"Hmph, I'd rather finish me, you can't die if you die!" Fan Wencheng shuddered and spat at Ning Wan.

The gentleman didn't move his mouth, but after Ning Wan, I saw that Fan Wencheng actually spat at him, and he was angry for a while, and he took two steps forward and wanted to go tooth for tooth.

"The ministers have gone to court," a male duck shouted from the main hall.

Ning Wan I immediately shrunk my neck when I heard the call, glared at Fan Wencheng, and retreated to the center of Wenchen.

"Get out of the way, His Royal Highness the Lord Regent is down!" One of the guards pushed Wenchen out of the way and cleared a path.

The regent Dolgon, dressed in a cotton cloak and windbreaker, ignored the ministers at the entrance of the palace, and walked straight into the main hall with his head held high.

Then there was a group of Manchu nobles who walked out of the Ten Kings Pavilion around the Great Palace, all of whom wore large cotton brocade hats, and from the hats a thin pigtail like a pig's tail slipped out.

This group of nobles followed the regent into the main hall.

"Colleagues, let's go, go to the court." Finally it was their turn, Fan Wencheng straightened his official robe and arched his hand to the colleagues around him.

"Scholar Fan, please!" Many subordinates hurried to compliment.

"Humph!" Ning Wan saw that no one was birding him, so he flicked his sleeves and entered the hall, and stomped his feet in a lot of civil and courteous manners.

There is no way, although this Ning Wan I surrendered to the Qing Dynasty later, but he is especially good at camping, and he is more and more favored by the regent Dorgon.

I heard that recently, in order to become a scholar of the Inner Hongwen Academy, Lord Ning was stunned to dedicate his granddaughter to Prince Shuorui's Mansion as a girl, as for what kind of girl she is, the big guy knows it.

A group of Zi Wenchen all shook their heads, pointing at Ning Wan's back, and walked into the main hall with small pieces.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" On the throne of the Jinluan Palace, Fu Lin, who was just seven years old, bit his finger and looked at the group of people below with a timid expression.

"His Royal Highness the Imperial Uncle Regent Chitose!" Dorgon stood at the foot of the throne with his hands behind his back, enjoying the worship of his courtiers.

"The Qing's family is flat." Fu Lin glanced at the imperial uncle in front of him and whispered, and breathed a sigh of relief after speaking.

Because after saying this, there is basically nothing to do with him.

Like the Ming Dynasty, the Manchu Dynasty, the palace is also clearly distinguished, the civil officials are on the left, the military attaches are on the right, and all the etiquette is also a copycat of the Ming Dynasty.

However, due to the wild boar skins being wild, the generals of the Eight Banners still can't fully adapt to these crepe etiquette, and three or two shellfish entered the main hall and took off their brocade hats, revealing a big bald head.

The bald head was shaved with oil, except for a little back at the top of the head where there was a tuft of hair not much larger than a copper coin, which was extremely delicately braided into a small braid.

Of course, the wild boar skins don't have this idle time, but most of them have a lot of Han women in their families, and these women are much more skillful than their mothers-in-law.

The three shellfish scratched their bald heads and flicked the pig's tail on top of their heads.

"It's really insulting, sinful, sinful." A colleague behind Fan Wencheng muttered quietly.

"If there is something to do, it will be played early, and there will be nothing to retreat." The male duck shouted.

"Slaves have their own music." A big man came out of the pigtail group.

"What's the matter with you, nephew?" Dorgon spoke as he sat on a slightly smaller jade pedestal next to Fulin.

"The day before yesterday, I reported that the former city we lost at the beginning of last year had changed generals." Wakdanai is the fourth son of Daishan and the former deputy general of the Red Banner.

"A new general? Is such a trifle worth talking about here? Retire! Dai Shan at the bottom frowned, no one else spoke, this Wakda really gave him a long face.

"Hehe, why should Prince Li be angry and let the virtuous nephew finish his words!" On the contrary, Dolgon was very happy, because although Daishan's family had many sons, most of them had a bad brain.

Dai Shan is the second, he is the fourteenth, the two have been fighting for I don't know how many years, and he will not miss the opportunity to mock Dai Shan like this.

"The new general is called Yan Yingyuan, and there is another one named Chen Mingyu, who said in detail that the surname Yan is very powerful, and our little cubs have died several times, they all say that the surname Yan is called Lord Yan, we can't beat it."

Wakda didn't know what to do, and when he saw that the emperor's uncle asked him to continue, he started talking about it.

"Shut up, you useless thing." Dai Shan was simply angry with this well-developed son, shameful.

"This is really your good son, second brother, if we are all like this, wouldn't we be going to die?" Dolgon looked at Dai Shan below with a gloomy face, and his heart was extremely comfortable.

Although this king has no sons, he is better than a bunch of fools born to you! Dolgon thought contemptuously.

Not being able to give birth to a son has always been an eternal pain for Dorgon!

"Fan Wencheng?" Dolgon pointed to Fan Wencheng, who was headed by Wenchen.

"The minions are here." Hearing the master's call, Fan Wencheng immediately bent down and knelt down to salute.

"Tell Wakda, do we need to be afraid of the group of big-headed soldiers who can't even eat enough and will collapse at the first touch?"

"Huh! At present, there are 50,000 soldiers from the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty, 100,000 soldiers newly recruited from the Eight Banners of Mongolia, and a total of 120,000 soldiers from the original Eight Banners of Mongolia.

Not only that, but my Qing Dynasty also has the Han Eight Banners, Jingnan King Geng Zhongming, Pingnan King Shang Kexi, plus Zu Dashou Department, a total of 60,000.

Although these 100,000 soldiers of the Eight Banners are new recruits, my people of the Qing Dynasty have always been proud on horseback, all of them are marksmen, and they do not need to be trained.

According to the drawings collected by the old man from the pseudo-Ming, the Ministry of Industry has also successfully developed the Hongyi cannon.

Compared with the original Furlong cannon of our Qing Dynasty, the firing range of this cannon has been more than doubled, and the power has also been greatly increased, and it can be used for siege.

As long as His Royal Highness the Prince Regent orders to take my Qing Dynasty iron cavalry south, and lead it with Hongyi cannons, he will definitely be able to break through the mountain pass.

And the small Qiansuo city outside Shanhaiguan is not even more of a mantis arm as a car?

As long as you enter the customs, you can expect a big event! Fan Wencheng knelt in front of the hall and didn't dare to raise his head, and said a lot of countermeasures that he had already thought of.

"The minion implores His Royal Highness the Regent to give an order to attack the Pseudo-Ming at a certain time!" A large number of traitors led by Fan Wencheng knelt down and agreed.

"Okay, what Master Fan said is good! Wakda, do you hear me? Although Dorgon was speaking to Wakda, his eyes were fixed on Daizen.

Ever since his younger brother, Prince Yu Duoduo, died inexplicably outside Shanhaiguan, he had always suspected that there was a conspiracy of Dai Shan.

Dai Shan snorted coldly, the government was controlled by Dolgon, he couldn't stand this anger, so he simply flicked his sleeves and walked out of the court, and walked to Fan Wencheng's side and didn't forget to take a sip.

"Your Majesty, my Qing Dynasty is thriving, and now it has more than 200,000 soldiers, and there are only 100,000 people who can fight on the nine sides of the pseudo-Ming Dynasty, this is a good opportunity, and I beg His Royal Highness the regent to conquer in person with my servants!"

Fan Wencheng didn't care what Dai Shan thought of him, although the current Qing Emperor was supported by him Dai Shan, but the military power was in the hands of Dolgon and his brother Azig.

What is Dai Shan? It's just an old-fashioned mediocrity.

Seeing the old man retreat, the corners of Dolgon's mouth rose, and he stood up from the jade seat, intending to issue a military order and move south on a certain day.

"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness the Regent, the slave has something important to report!"

Ning Wan suddenly came out of the civil service class, holding a letter in his hand.

PS: For the sake of speech fluency, this book automatically ignores the linguistic surprises and inconveniences of various ethnic groups.

PS: I'm delayed today, and there will be a shift after twelve o'clock.