As time goes by, by the end of February, even in a deserted land like Mobei, although the temperature difference between day and night is huge, it cannot withstand the climate and gradually becomes warmer.

It was precisely for this reason that Chen Dong took the title of general to conquer the captives and commanded an army of 100,000 troops to march along the planned route.

Its army is so vast that it can't be hidden in the vast grassland.

At this time, no matter how blind the Manchus were, they were aware of his actions.

Shunzhi was furious: "Old Shaowu actually has the guts to offend me. Well, that's great. Give me some soldiers and horses, kill him personally, and return to the Central Plains."

Although he followed Fan Wencheng's words and established several strongholds in the west of Lake Baikal, he only regarded them as a last resort.

The foundation of Fengjing Mansion's management for more than ten years, the city, the people, the land, etc., would not be abandoned unless it was absolutely necessary.

None of the civil and military ministers tried to persuade him.

Because they were expelled from Beijing to Liaodong, then to Jilin, and then to what is now Lake Baikal. The hardships along the way are hard to describe in words.

The place where they are currently located is the most suitable land.

There is no escape.

To the west or north, there is frozen soil that is even more desolate than Mobei. There is snow for six or seven months of the year, making it impossible to survive.

Seemingly being forced into a desperate situation, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty agreed one after another and demanded a decisive battle.

For a time, the entire Fengjing Mansion fell into preparations for war.

After returning from the court, Shunzhi got on the imperial chariot and returned to the harem.

Although Fengjing City was a temporary capital in name, in fact everyone built it as a real capital.

For example, the imperial palace covers an area of ​​more than 500 acres, with complete landscapes and palaces. Although it is a bit rough, it is still under the emperor's regulations.

Although there are often words in his ears that the palace is crude, Shunzhi has a very bad impression of Shengjing and Beijing. He only remembers that fear and uneasiness prevailed in his heart, so he didn't feel good about it.

Although he now lives in a corner, he still holds great power. The rough and small palace is extremely comfortable to live in.

"Your Majesty, we are here."

Shunzhi raised his eyes and saw the words "Cining Palace".

The maids and eunuchs came out of the palace to greet him.

"What is the queen doing?"

Shunzhi said softly.

"Report to your Majesty, the Queen Mother is worshiping the Buddha!" ​​the eunuch said hurriedly.

Shunzhi nodded slightly, slowed down his steps, and entered the Cining Palace.

Dorgon died of illness in Jilin and moved to Fengjing. His mother lived in Cining Palace and helped him control the harem.

After years of hard work, Shunzhi's anger and hatred for his mother's service to Dorgon gradually dissipated, and the love between mother and son gradually became stronger.

He turned a corner and came to a small Buddhist hall at the back.

His mother, Empress Dowager Zhaosheng, was kneeling in front of a Bodhisattva statue, holding Buddhist beads in one hand and banging wooden fish with the other, closing her eyes and chanting, very sincerely.

When Shunzhi saw it, he couldn't help but find a futon and kneel beside it.

After a long time, the Queen Mother opened her eyes, put down the Buddhist beads and wooden fish, looked at her son who was getting better and better, and said, "Why is the Great Khan here?"

Even though her son became the emperor, she used to call him the Great Khan, which was considered a special case for her.

"Mother." Shunzhi looked at the kind face in front of him and said softly: "Mingren is coming."

"They sent a hundred thousand troops, coming from Mobei, and some were in Horqin, marching in two directions."

"Fengjing City is no longer safe."

When the Queen Mother heard this, she glanced sideways and said, "Is the emperor afraid?"

"Who is not afraid?" Shunzhi said with a wry smile: "The Ming army marched out to the west, and the Oirat Mongols were forced to land. Horqin in the east was also beaten and divided into two. I don't think it can last long."

"Our Eight Banners have failed so many times. Although we have logistical advantages now, the results are still unknown."

"It would be really difficult for my son to be timid."

At this time, Dayu'er suddenly realized that this son, who had always shown himself to be tough and wise, now had a face full of weakness, no different from ordinary people.

Only then did she realize that her son was only twenty-eight years old, but he was so mature.

For a moment, she felt heartbroken.

But she also truly understood that there was not much she could do.

"Fu Lin, what do you need me to do?"

"Mother, take Fuquan and the others to Huxi!"

Shunzhi calmed down and said seriously: "Now that the ice has melted, we can take a boat to the west of the lake. I have built a small city there, which is enough to accommodate you."

Twenty-two years after he ascended the throne and fourteen years after being in charge, Shunzhi got married and gave birth to many children one after another.

Today, there are six sons and four daughters who survive, which is not a small number.

Faced with the threat of war, he immediately wanted to send his mother and harem to a safer place in the west of the lake, far away from the battlefield.

"Huxi?"

"This is the way out that Mr. Fan advised me to stay."

Shunzhi sighed: "He said that Shaowu was extremely ambitious and wanted to capture barren lands like the Western Regions. It was impossible to give up Fengjing Mansion."

"So we built a castle on the land west of Lake Baikal as a way out."

"Other than you, the family records of all civil and military officials will be sent there to avoid worries."

With that said, Shunzhi said in a deep voice: "When I get there, I will let Suk Saha preside over the military affairs, but you will have to supervise him."

"Yes." Da Yu'er reached out her hand lovingly and stroked her son's cheek, feeling that he was getting thinner and thinner:

"You have to take care of yourself."

"As the Great Khan, you don't need to go into battle in person. Once there is a war, you can come to Huxi to join us. The Han people have a good saying, if you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood."

"As long as you are the Great Khan, the Qing Dynasty will not perish."

Shunzhi smiled lightly, stood up immediately, bowed before leaving.

Da Yuer looked at his back in trance.

She felt this heart-wrenching feeling again.

Soldiers and horses were in a hurry, pedestrians were in a hurry, and the shops in the streets and alleys also knew that something was wrong, so they closed their doors and stopped operating.

In a shop with an obvious rugged Russian style, several red-haired and blue-eyed Rakshasa people were opening the cracks in the windows and looking at the hurried scene on the street. They were speechless for a while.

The leader was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a somewhat philistine face and a thick beard. He sipped tea, and when he saw the two of them peeping non-stop, he said:

"What are you looking at? War is coming soon."

"Yes, war is coming."

The two sighed, picked up their tea cups and drank.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Creak-" The three of them looked at each other, and a little man went to open the door.

"How much gunpowder do you still have?"

"No one has come here all winter, so it's only a hundred pounds."

The businessman said helplessly.

"Okay, I want them all."

The person who came was wearing armor and had a solemn expression.

A few soldiers behind him carried a box of gold and silver, and then went to carry away the gunpowder.

The businessman smiled and closed the door.

"It seems that these Tatars are in danger."

The other two people also laughed.

"However, we must protect ourselves."

The businessman's expression darkened and he warned.

After a while, he rode his horse and walked out of the city gate.

Although Fengjing is in a state of emergency, daily control is not strict, and entry and exit are still relatively random. After all, the Ming army is still thousands of miles away, so it cannot mess up its position.

It seemed that the Rakshasa people had seen too many people, and all the passers-by turned a blind eye. The businessman pretended to be casual and came to a stream.

He took off his clothes, placed them on a stone, and then took the opportunity to stuff a piece of paper into the gap under the stone.

The whole person entered the stream and took a bath happily, looking carefree and at ease.

Almost ten minutes later, he put on his clothes and returned to the city casually.
To be continued...