"Reporting to your Majesty, Jiannu has sent an envoy outside the city to ask for an audience!"
As soon as Zhu Cihong sent away the two girls who looked completely lost, Liu Xi hurried over to report the incident.
"oh?"
"Quickly, bring him directly to see me."
Zhu Cixiang was stunned at first, then his eyes suddenly lit up when he thought about it, and he immediately urged.
This time Dorgon sent Fan Wencheng. After entering the city, he looked around frequently and did not look back until he was taken to the side hall of Qianqing Palace.
"Student Fan Wencheng met Emperor Ming!"
Looking at the little emperor sitting on the dragon chair, Fan Wencheng bowed and saluted.
He looked neither humble nor arrogant, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.
"Fan Wencheng, if my guess is correct, your ancestor should be Fan Wengong!"
"Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness. If Fan Gongquan knows that there are traitor descendants like you who are willing to be the slaves and lackeys of the Tatars, I don't know what they will think!"
Zhu Cixiang looked at this famous traitor and said coldly.
Fan Wencheng also didn't expect that the little emperor could know his origins. He was so ashamed and embarrassed that he had to remain silent and not answer.
"Tell me, why did Dorgon send you here?"
Zhu Cixiang didn't want to waste time with this kind of person, so he said directly.
"Back to Emperor Ming, my regent knows that Emperor Ming is worried about food and grass. My regent is kind-hearted and does not want the innocent people in the city to suffer and starve to death. He has sent a special student to declare a war. If Emperor Ming has the courage, in five days, the two armies will But he will hunt in Tongzhou!"
Fan Wencheng cupped his hands, took out the letter of challenge from his arms after speaking, held it in both hands and raised it above his head.
The female soldier on the side immediately walked over to take the letter of challenge, snorted coldly, and returned to Zhu Cihong.
"Ha ha ha ha…"
"Such a provocative general dares to use his ax in front of me. Go back and tell Dorgon that I do not have much food and grass left, but it will be more than enough for the first half of the year. If he wants to fight, he can take the initiative to attack Tongzhou. The capital city lets him choose one!"
Zhu Cihong took the letter of challenge and glanced at it, then threw it aside and laughed.
"That's it, the student took his leave."
Fan Wencheng smiled, bowed again, then turned and left.
Zhu Cihong didn't kill him. In the future, he would personally go to Liaodong and hunt down all these traitors and lackeys.
After Fan Wencheng left, Zhu Cihong could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart.
He knew that Wu Sangui and Huang Degong must have succeeded.
Dorgon then sent Fan Wencheng to test. Although he wanted to fight Jiannu to the death immediately, he knew that the more he wanted to fight at this time, the more he had to show that he didn't want to fight, otherwise it would be counterproductive.
Immediately, Zhu Cihong loaded half of the remaining 300,000 shi of grain into a truck and took him to Tongzhou. He quietly returned at night and took him to Tongzhou again the next day. He went back and forth three times before stopping.
Sure enough, Dorgon saw that the capital had transported a large amount of grain to Tongzhou for three consecutive days, and heard from Fan Wencheng that all the soldiers in the city ate were fine flour steamed buns. He couldn't guess the truth for a while.
"Sir, do you think the little emperor is bluffing on purpose?"
"My lord, bluffing is a given, but bluffing is true, and falsity is true, and falsity is true. I don't dare to say how much food and grass the little emperor has left. I'm afraid only he himself knows it."
Hong Chengchou shook his head with a wry smile on his face.
Dorgon's brows knitted into the Chinese character "Sichuan". He stood up and paced back and forth in the tent again, his face full of tangles.
Sometimes he clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, and sometimes he loosened his fists. This look made Dodo and Azig feel uncomfortable, but they did not dare to say anything.
Hong Chengchou also did not dare to say much, nor could he say much. He said everything that needed to be said. As for Dorgon's choice, that was Dorgon's own business.
Dorgon also knew that the fate of the Qing Dynasty was related, and the choice could only be made by himself.
Now that he has returned the Central Strategy to attack Shanhaiguan, he has completely ruled it out. He can only continue to wait and gamble and attack Tongzhou.
But the former was extremely risky, and the latter had an extremely low chance of winning. It was really difficult to make a choice, so Fan Wencheng was sent to issue a challenge to test it out.
But the result of the trial still made him undecided.
I can't guess whether the little emperor was bluffing, really running out of food and trying to trick him into conquering Tongzhou, or whether he was doing it on purpose because he had enough food and wanted to consume himself to death.
………
Half a month passed by in a flash.
Neither Zhu Cihong nor Dorgon made any move, they just paid close attention to each other's every move.
Because neither side knows how much food and grass the other side has and how long it can last, any move at this time may be counterproductive.
Both of them are fighting for their patience, fighting to see who can't bear it first and show his weakness first.
The tremendous pressure made the Dorgon people seem ten years older, and the ends of the pig tails on their heads began to turn white.
And his opponent Zhu Cixiang was not much better.
Seeing that the food supply was decreasing day by day, a large number of people in the city starved to death every day, and the slaves were still unmoving, and they were also restless and were awakened by nightmares every night.
The whole person has lost a lot of weight.
Empress Zhou, Zhang Yan and all the people who cared about Zhu Cihong were watching and anxious in their hearts, but they all knew that unless they could produce food, they would not be able to help at all.
"Mother, this cannot continue like this. The outer city must be completely starved of food. Except for the combatants, everyone in the inner city can only eat rice bran and wheat bran. Each person has one bowl per day. No one is exempt. Anyone who violates this rule will be killed!"
Five days later, when the food in the city could only last for another month, and Tongzhou had to transport food again, Zhu Cihong couldn't sit still anymore, and with blood-red eyes, he said to the two women.
Apparently he's going crazy.
I plan to abandon all those who live on dry food.
Before the two women could answer, their expressions changed and they said: "No, this won't last long. We can't delay it any longer. We must move the capital immediately and transport all the food to Tongzhou. Let's leave immediately. Let's leave now..."
After saying that, he stood up, but after thinking about it, he sat down again and said in a deep voice: "Then Dorgon didn't kill the horse, which means he didn't intend to waste his life. At this time, he must not waste all his efforts!"
"Hong'er, your mother and daughter are so worried..."
The two girls were frightened when they saw him nagging.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, the Tatars started preparing to break camp an hour ago!"
At this moment, Liu Xi rushed in shouting.
When Zhu Cihong heard this, he was shocked. He rushed up to pick him up and shouted, "Say it again?"
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, the Tatars... the Tatars started preparing to break camp an hour ago."
Liu Xi was so frightened that he trembled and said.
"Ha ha ha ha…"
"Okay! Dorgon...you can't keep calm after all, you coward! Hahahahaha..."
Zhu Cixiang let go of him, looked up to the sky and burst into laughter. He was smiling and laughing, but suddenly he was so happy that he became sad. He rolled his eyes and fell straight backwards.
"Ah...Xinger!"
"Your Majesty..."
"His Majesty!"
This scene immediately frightened the two women and a group of eunuch guards who screamed and rushed over to help Zhu Cixiang up.
"Quickly tell the doctor..."
Queen Zhou shouted at the top of her lungs.
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