Wang Fuchen's eyes lit up when he heard Liu Xuanchu's question!

Taking all of Beijing would be enough to get one, no, several princes. However, Wang Fuchen may not be able to get one. After all, his qualifications are shallow and he is still a minister. Among the Ming troops who are now marching to Zhili

, there are a lot of people who are more qualified to be the Duke than him.

But if Wang Fuchen could trick Kangxi into hanging in Jingshan, then he must be one of the limited number of princes... and most likely he would be an "Iron Duke" who could be hereditary and irreplaceable!

However, Wang Fuchen also knew that this matter was not easy to handle, and his brows knitted together involuntarily, "Military advisor, according to my understanding of Kangxi, although he is very face-saving, he is by no means a person who wants to save face.

Hanging up the crooked-necked tree on Jingshan Mountain is still difficult."

"If he doesn't want to lose face, then why is he going back to Beijing?" Liu Xuanchu was a little puzzled, "Hasn't he already gone west to Chang'an, so why is he coming back?"

Wang Fuchen said with a smile: "The military adviser doesn't know. Although Kangxi has long been planning to move the capital, his subordinates are reluctant to leave Beijing! The northwest is really barren, not to mention Zhili, even outside Shanhaiguan.

Shaanxi and Gansu are much stronger. Moreover, Guanzhong was previously occupied by Wu Yingqi, and it was impossible for Kangxi to move the capital to the northwest. So he took the risk of going up to Jingshan and came back this time, probably to draw away all the national population in Beijing.

..”

"That's it!" Liu Xuanchu nodded. Just when he was about to plan with Wang Fuchen on how to hang Kangxi, the voice of Wang Fuchen's son Wang Zhenji suddenly came from outside, "Dad, someone is coming from the palace. Please go and receive the order."

.”

"In the palace?" Wang Fuchen did not stand up immediately, but asked, "Which palace?"

Now that he has the freedom of being a loyal minister, of course he has to ask clearly - whichever person comes, he has to wear the same clothes, and there can be no mistake.

"Beijing," Wang Zhenji said, "it's someone from the Beijing Palace who wants to announce your visit to the palace."

When Wang Fuchen heard this, he smiled and said to Liu Xuanchu: "Military advisor, it seems that there is a chance to hang Kangxi on the crooked-neck tree on Jingshan Mountain!"

...

"Kakaka..."

This is the sound the saw makes when cutting a tree pole!

And the tree that was helplessly damaged by the saw was the crooked neck tree used by Emperor Chongzhen!

Liu Xuanchu and Wang Fuchen still underestimated Emperor Kangxi. In order to fundamentally eliminate the possibility of himself becoming "Chongzhen of the Qing Dynasty", this little saint of the Qing Dynasty adopted the simplest and most effective method - sawing off the crooked neck tree!

Since the trees are gone, it is naturally impossible for him to hang on it!

Seeing the good crooked neck tree being sawed down by several eunuchs commanded by Young Guizi's father-in-law, Kangxi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he also admired himself a little in his heart.

This Mingjun is Mingjun! The nightmare of a tree hanging on a crooked neck was simply resolved by him. Although the Qing Dynasty was about to become the Northern Qing Dynasty, it still could not change the fact that Kangxi was a Mingjun!

"Long live my lord," Little Guizi's father-in-law came to Mingjun Kangxi's side and whispered, "Long live my lord, there are many crooked-neck trees on Jingshan Mountain. Look..."

"Everything has been sawed off!" Kangxi said decisively, "Eradicate all evil tasks and leave no future troubles!"

"嗻!"

Kangxi asked again: "Is Wang Fuchen here?"

"Here we are, waiting in the South Study," said Eunuch Xiao Guizi. "Prince Gong, several ministers of the South Study and Duke Kong Sheng have also arrived."

"Okay!" Kangxi nodded, "I'll go see them first... Xiao Guizi, I'll leave it to you to cut down the trees. You must do your best to eliminate evil and never be lazy. I will come to check in person tomorrow!" "

"嗻!"

After arranging the task of destroying the crooked neck tree in Jingshan, Emperor Kangxi took a few eunuchs and guards down to Jingshan in a big way, then got on the imperial chariot and went straight to the South Study in the southwest of Qianqing Palace.

When Kangxi rushed to Nan Study, Prince Gong Changning, Kong Shenggong, Mingzhu, Li Fei, Du Lide, Feng Pu and others were surrounding Wang Fuchen to inquire about the battle situation outside Beijing.

Wang Fuchen replied with a sad look on his face: "Pinggu was lost last night, and Sanhe was surrounded by rebels. There has been no news for two days. It is probably more serious than bad, but the situation in Xianghe is not bad... .But the real danger right now is over Tianjin Prefecture. Ninghe and Lutai Town have been lost long ago! The rebels may march into Tanggu and Dagu at any time to seize the seaport and commercial port!"

When he heard that the Ming army left Beijing alone and marched towards Tianjin, Kong Shenggong was a little puzzled, "Aren't they in a hurry to attack Beijing?"

"It's not that we're not in a hurry, it's that we can't." Wang Fuchen explained, "To attack Beijing, we need heavy artillery to tear down the city walls. We need long-barreled cannons that can fire shells weighing ten to twenty kilograms. That kind of cannon doesn't exist. The method was pulled all the way from Lushunkou and had to be transported by sea. Moreover, the rebels fought more than a dozen battles along the way. The ammunition was greatly consumed and was in urgent need of replenishment. The land route from Lushun to Shuntianfu was too far. , it’s not easy to leave either. So opening up shipping is a prerequisite for attacking Beijing!”

Kong Shenggong inquired: "That will take a lot of time, right?"

"It won't take long to capture Daku and Tanggu." Wang Fuchen said, "As for the ships transporting heavy artillery and ammunition, they should be anchored on the sea outside the mouth of Daku by now. But we need to unload the artillery and ammunition and transport them to It will take some time to get outside Beijing...I guess it will take another month before they can attack Beijing."

Kong Shenggong breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, the emperor still has time to run away."

As soon as he mentioned that the emperor had run away, the atmosphere in the South Study became solemn. Wang Fuchen, who had been chatting animatedly with Kong Shenggong before, suddenly became speechless.

Kong Shenggong also felt that something was not right in the atmosphere, but he didn't know what was wrong with him now. He was particularly daring to speak and had a strong backbone, so he continued to talk about this matter.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "By the way, the emperor came back to Beijing just to lead the big guys to run away, right? Where is he going to run to? Is it to Xi'an?"

He had 60,000 Lu Yong to support him, but others did not, so they all remained silent.

When he was embarrassed, Kangxi's voice suddenly came in: "Brother Shenggong, I will not leave Beijing... I will not imitate Emperor Yuan Shun. If the city of Beijing really cannot be defended, I will Be the Chongzhen Emperor of the Qing Dynasty!"

When several people heard Kangxi's voice, they quickly stood up according to the order, and then knelt down and kowtowed together, shouting "Long Live the Mountain".

Emperor Kangxi, who had just had his neck chopped off, seemed to be in a good mood, with a confident smile on his face and brisk steps. After walking into the South Study Room, he sat down on the throne and said with a smile: "Pingshen, Pingshen...

...Everyone, stand up and talk! We should behave ourselves today and don’t lie down on the ground if nothing happens.”

This rule was changed for Kong Shenggong... The Shenggong with 60,000 Lu Yong deserves the respect of Emperor Kangxi!

Everyone stood up, but except for Kong Shenggong, they all lowered their hands and shoulders and bent their backs, still looking like good slaves of the Qing Dynasty... But Kong Shenggong stood there arrogantly,

He looked at the chair under Emperor Kangxi's butt with a smile.

"Come here," Kangxi quickly ordered, "bring a chair to my holy brother!"

The last person who was qualified to sit and discuss political affairs with the Qing Emperor was probably Dorgon, the regent of Emperor Ama! Now Kong Shenggong has also begun to enjoy the treatment of "Kong Ama"!

Seeing that Kong Shenggong sat down with satisfaction, Kangxi breathed a sigh of relief, and then said seriously: "I came back to Beijing this time to fight the rebels to the death! I don't want to learn from Emperor Yuan Shun, I want to learn from Chongzhen!"

"Brother Emperor, no!" Prince Gong Chang Ning immediately knelt down to Kangxi.

Although he hoped that Kangxi would learn from Chongzhen, he still had to pretend to be a loyal and good brother.

Kangxi looked at his younger brother and seemed to be quite moved. He nodded and said: "Chang Ning, I plan to make you and my brother Shenggong the political kings of my Qing Dynasty... If something unexpected happens to me, please ask Prince Yinreng.
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