Chapter 1301 It’s because of Jia Heng’s son! (Please vote for me!)
At this moment, Shengjing City, thousands of miles away——
After several months of wandering, Obai and Azig finally arrived in Shengjing.
Behind the two men, nearly ten thousand elite soldiers of the Eight Banners, together with several thousand North Korean naval forces, marched along the official road towards the majestic Shengjing City, holding flag after flag.
At this moment, Dorgon, the regent of the Qing Dynasty, and the Jurchen princes and nobles came out of the city and looked at the demoralized elites of the Eight Banners, feeling that their hearts were bleeding faintly.
Since the Battle of Ping'an Prefecture and the Battle of Northwest China...the Jurchens have not only injured their generals one after another, but even the elite Eight Banners in the country have been wiped out one after another.
"Brother, I'm back." Dorgon suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart and hurried forward to greet him.
Azig's majestic face was full of shame, he came quickly, his tone was full of pathos, and he whispered: "Fourteenth Brother."
Dorgon asked: "What's going on?"
Azig said: "After we arrived in the Japanese country, we had great momentum all the way. However, the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole was behind us. We were tricked by the Duke of Wei, Jia Heng'er, and the Han's Hongyi artillery was too powerful. We were no match at all.
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Dorgon frowned and looked at Obai aside, his eyes a little unkind.
Obei said: "It was okay to capture Edo City in the past, but then the Han people came and surrounded Edo City. The Han people had extremely sharp firearms. They used cannons and blunderbuss to attack the city, and the ones that exploded when thrown in the air.
The sky-shattering thunder exploded into pieces in one fell swoop."
Dorgon looked extremely ugly and shouted: "Then why didn't you withdraw early?"
After asking in one sentence, Obai and Azig let out a long sigh.
I was confused at first, but in retrospect, I should have withdrawn as soon as possible. It would have been a good idea at that time. It would have been better to go all the way to North Korea and subdue the rebellious North Korea.
Dorgon said in a deep voice: "You are really, after losing so many people this time, how can I, the Qing Dynasty, fight with the Han court?"
This time it was really a stretch, and within ten or eight years, I couldn’t even think of entering the Pass to compete with the Han Dynasty again.
Azig knelt down with a "pop" sound and said loudly: "Please also ask the regent to punish me."
Ao Bai also knelt down at this moment, his majestic face full of gray and defeat.
Dorgon waved his hand and said: "Strip off your title and serve in the army."
Today's Qing Dynasty has withered its generals, and it is impossible to behead two people who are good at conquering and fighting for the sake of military law.
After hearing this, Azige paused slightly and said yes.
And Obai was also grateful.
The two of them knew that now was the best result.
While talking, Azige, Obai and others followed Dorgon towards Shengjing City, and a large number of defeated soldiers behind them followed Azig and Obai into Shengjing City in despair.
Because he was a defeated general, there could not be any triumphal ceremony. He gradually entered Shengjing City in a normal, even slightly gloomy atmosphere.
Palace Garden, Xiande Hall
Dorgon sat on the seat under the golden chair, with a solemn look on his face, and said: "Everyone, now that we have an understanding of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty, what should we do?"
Most of the princes and nobles below also had troubled expressions on their faces.
How else could this be done?
Shuo Sai cupped his hands and said: "Prince Regent, our Qing Dynasty has suffered heavy losses in the war with Japan. It is not appropriate to start another dispute. Instead, we should rest and recuperate."
Mandahai came out of court and said loudly: "Prince Regent, I believe that I should cultivate myself and recuperate, and it is not appropriate to be brave and fierce."
There used to be a star-studded cast of princes and princes in the upper echelons of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but in just two or three years, Duduo, Yue Tuo, Hao Ge, and Du Du all died one after another. Now these are the only princes and princes left in the country.
Dorgon's face looked a little unattractive.
The co-author previously sent troops to the Japanese country, and everyone agreed, but now he has become brave and aggressive?
Jierhalang said: "Prince Regent, this battle cannot be continued. Our Qing elites have suffered a lot of damage, so it is not appropriate to continue this battle."
Originally, Prince Zheng was reprimanded for his failure to protect Huang Taiji, and he kept a low profile for a long time. Now, after such a long time, he has gradually come out of the shadow of the original.
Of course, this is also related to Dorgon's decision-making error in entering the Japanese country not long ago. After all, Dorgon also made a mistake.
In this way, everyone becomes the same, and there is no need to act like a grandchild and look inferior to others.
Dorgon raised his thick eyebrows and couldn't help but cast his gaze at Fan Xiandou standing below, and asked: "Mr. Fan, what's your plan?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their attention to Fan Xiandou.
After all, it was Mr. Fan who proposed the strategy of sending troops to Japan. Now that such changes have occurred, should Mr. Fan also come up with a solution?
Fan Xiandou seemed to wake up from his sluggish state, a look of thought appeared on his old face, he cupped his hands and said: "Prince Regent, I think that our elite Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty have suffered too much loss, so it is not appropriate to fight against the Han court anymore, so we should keep a low profile and bide our time.
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No one can save the current situation, especially since the Japanese country has no great power.
A closer look shows that some valuables were gained, but compared to North Korea's betrayal and the damage to the elite Eight Banners, it was really not worth the gain.
Dorgon's face was gloomy and condensed. For a moment, a worried look appeared on his face. He sighed and said, "Mr. Fan, what should North Korea do? What will the Qing Dynasty do if we leave North Korea?"
The current situation in the Qing Dynasty really made Dorgon very worried.
Fan Xiandou raised his hand and said: "Prince Regent, it will not be too late to wait for the domestic military strength to recover before resolving the Korean issue."
As the blood bag of the Qing Dynasty, North Korea obviously cannot be left to the Han Dynasty.
Dorgon's brows showed no trace of sadness as he said: "Now the Han army has left a lot of naval forces on the sea. If North Korea has police, they will definitely send troops to help. It will not be easy to attack North Korea."
Fan Xiandou pondered for a moment and said: "Prince Regent, now you can only take one step and watch one step."
Naturally, his previous strategy of going out to plunder Japan to supplement the Qing Dynasty was not wrong. The mistake was that he used Azige and Obai to lead the army.
The two men were too aggressive and greedy for success, so they failed to seize the opportunity to withdraw their troops.
At this moment, Sun Shaozu, who was on the morning train, couldn't help but have a look of thought on his majestic face.
This Jurchen seems to be in serious trouble. The river is declining and is on the verge of collapse.
He should have the opportunity to return to Shenjing in this life, and he will probably be made a marquis by then? Even if he cannot be made a marquis, it is feasible to be made a count, right?
At this moment, Dorgon was also troubled by this. He sighed and said, "There will be no more fighting this year. Let's recuperate first."
Now, it is impossible to fight anymore. Not to mention other things, these tens of thousands of soldiers killed and injured tens of thousands of families. The Eight Banners veterans in Shengjing City do not know how to scold Dorgon behind his back.
In fact, after the news of the Japanese defeat came, the old bannermen of the Eight Banners had already begun to scold Dorgon for only eating dumplings and playing with his sister-in-law.
Fan Xiandou said: "Prince Regent, I am afraid that the Han court will take the initiative to send troops to attack our Qing Dynasty and attack our Shengjing City."
"this……"
"How dare Han Ting?"
As soon as this statement came out, the officials in the palace were in an uproar and looked at each other in disbelief.
In fact, because the Jurchens had long had a strategic advantage over Chen and Han, the Manchu princes and ministers present almost forgot one thing: the Han court's troops could also take the initiative to attack Liaodong.
Jierhalang frowned and said: "The Han people are also fighting one after another. How dare they?"
Fan Xiandou Cang said: "Prince Zheng may not have paid attention to the recent Han court. Last year, the Han court implemented the four new policies proposed by Duke Wei, which has been a great success in the entire Han court. The treasury is rich. Today's Han court is no longer what it used to be.
Compare."
The new policy, which focused on the one-whip method of dividing people into acres, combined with Huo Huo's return to the public, could be described as extremely sophisticated.
It can be said that the long-standing shortcomings of Chen and Han were clarified at once, and now the Han court has fully caught up with the Qing Dynasty in terms of national strength.
The previous strategy for the Japanese Empire was nothing more than an attempt to help the Qing Dynasty try to close this gap as much as possible. Unexpectedly, now the gap is getting bigger and bigger.
When Dorgon heard this, he looked solemn and asked: "With Mr. Fan's intention, how should we deal with it?"
In the previous defeat of the Japanese country, Dorgon knew that it was not Mr. Fan's plan that was wrong, but Azig and Aobai who were just greedy for credit.
Therefore, when faced with a difficult situation now, it is still important to consider important matters.
Fan Xiandou said: "The trouble has been diverted to the east. Now Junggar and Heshuote have become personal enemies of the Han court. Now we rely on the power of one country to control the Han court. It is not easy to check and balance the Han court. We should closely contact the several major Han countries to advance and retreat together.
Contain the Han court."
"As for the country, there is a shortage of population and soldiers, so it should be cultivated and encouraged to have children." Fan Xiandou said.
In fact, today's Qing Dynasty can only endure the humiliation, wait for the opportunity, and continue to toss, which will only make the situation worse.
Of course, Nurhachi must be much stronger than Nurhaci who raised troops with thirteen suits of armor, but no matter how you say it, the situation is not optimistic.
Dorgon thought for a while and said: "Mr. Fan's words are not unreasonable. It is not appropriate to use weapons rashly in the next three or two years."
More than two or three years...
Fan Xiandou pondered for a moment and said: "The regent can wait for changes. In the Han court, Duke Wei was successful at a young age, and many civil servants were jealous of him. Moreover, the Han court liked the monarch and his ministers to be jealous and kill each other. The regent waited patiently.
Given time, there will definitely be a turning point."
Dorgon nodded and said: "What Mr. Fan said is reasonable, so let's follow Mr. Fan's plan first."
After that, the Jurchen officials dispersed, but the worry on Dorgon's face did not diminish at all. How could this good Qing Dynasty end up at this point?
Dorgon returned to the backyard with a heavy heart, and just sat down. At this time, accompanied by the sound of jingling rings, the fragrant wind blew in, like orchids and musk deer, refreshing the heart and mind.
Then, Concubine Zhuang entered the palace and said, "Fourteenth brother, thirteenth brother is back?"
"I'm back, I lost my troops and generals." Dorgon said softly with a sad face.
Concubine Zhuang came forward gently, rubbed Dorgon's shoulders, and said comfortingly: "Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists."
Dorgon whispered: "Yes."
Victory and defeat are indeed a common occurrence for military strategists, but constant defeat is not...a grand event for military strategists.
Concubine Zhuang said cautiously: "We have been fighting in the past few years and have lost many troops and generals. Although I am a female prostitute with long hair and short knowledge, I also know that it is not a problem to continue fighting like this."
The past two years have been really scary. Duduo, Yue Tuan and other Jurchen princes, Beile, suffered losses one after another. Concubine Zhuang felt that the situation was getting worse.
Under Dorgon's heroic brows, he sighed: "Yes, we can't keep fighting like this. We don't get any benefits every time."
Concubine Zhuang's voice was soft and waxy, and she whispered the data: "Uncle Fourteen, don't worry, the Han people are extravagant and enjoy themselves, and have a fighting spirit. There is no way to stop fighting. Within two or three years, the Han people will start fighting among themselves.
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In fact, it is not wrong to say that the Han court has always been like this. The main warlords and peace factions often wax and wane and change dynamically.
As the saying goes, when you pinch your neck, you pretend to be dead, and when you let go, you start bragging.
Dorgon looked deeply and said: "I hope so."
After thinking about it, Dorgon's heart moved slightly and he said, "You wait here, I'll go meet someone."
If it is an internal fight, and Chen Yuan, the son of the former King Zhao, is still in Shengjing City at this moment, could Chen Yuan, the son of the former King Zhao, be used as a breakthrough to cause chaos within the Han Kingdom?
Under Concubine Zhuang's beautiful eyebrows, her increasingly bright eyes looked towards Dorgon with eyes as full as water.
On the other side, Chen Yuan was sitting in the post house at the moment, with an anxious look on his face.
The news of Azige and Obai's return has been conveyed to Chen Yuan.
"My lord, this Jurchen is not very good at all. She has been defeated in battles against the Duke of Wei. In the past few years, the situation has been declining." Guo Yizhen, the leader of the four dead men under Chen Yuan, said in a low voice.
Chen Yuan said: "Jia Heng's son is good at fighting. Who would have thought that he would go to the Japanese country and win consecutive battles all of a sudden. However, this is also a good thing. Otherwise, Jurchen, who is too powerful, would not be willing to stay in this bitter and cold land in Liaodong.
, thinking about invading the south whenever there is an opportunity."
Even if he becomes emperor, he still has to deal with the Liaodong Jurchens.
"It's better to get rid of the Duke of Wei." Guo Yizhen said in a cold voice with an evil look on his face, a cold glint in his eyes.
"Until Qing's father dies, Lu's troubles will not end, and until Jia Heng's son dies, great things will be difficult to achieve." Chen Yuan's eyes were dark, and the murderous intention in his heart was boiling like water.
To put it bluntly, the fault lies with Jia Heng’s son!
While the three masters and servants were discussing this matter, someone from the outer posthouse shouted loudly from the eaves: "Young Master, a eunuch has come to the palace and is calling you into the palace."
Chen Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he said to his two men, "You guys wait here, I'll go take a look."
Then, Chen Yuan followed the eunuch towards the palace gardens of Shengjing City, quickly entered the Xiande Hall, and saluted, "Chen Yuan has met the regent."
Dorgon looked at Chen Yuan with his eyes and said, "With no courtesy, King Zhao, please come and see where you are seated."
Chen Yuan stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Prince Regent."
Dorgon paused for a moment and asked: "King Zhao, I think King Zhao has also heard about the recent events in our Qing Dynasty."
Chen Yuan nodded and said, "I heard that your country suffered a defeat in Japan."
Dorgon said: "Yes, the country's situation is deteriorating now. On the other hand, the Han Dynasty in Guannei is prospering. It has the momentum of swallowing up mountains and rivers, which is really worrying."
Chen Yuan put on his face and calmed down his expression, and said: "Your Majesty, please listen to me."
Dorgon asked: "What's the matter?"
Chen Yuan's eyes were bright and he said with an extremely determined attitude: "The monarchs and ministers of the Han State have always had a tendency to fight among themselves. If the two countries confront each other, it won't be long before the Han State will start killing each other."
This judgment is almost the same as that of Concubine Zhuang, and is also the consensus of all dynasties.
Under Dorgon's thick eyebrows, there was a look of worry in his eyes, and he said: "I'm afraid that the Duke of Wei will not give us time. If the Han Dynasty's new policy becomes popular, a war will be launched as soon as next year. Even if it is a rabbit, a dog will die."
Cooking, I can’t even see it in the Qing Dynasty.”
At that time, his own country had also been destroyed, and it was not important that the Patriotic Guild would not be jealous to death.
Chen Yuan expressed relief and said: "With the current national strength of the Qing Dynasty, it should not be a problem to maintain a stalemate with the Han court for five years."
Dorgon was silent for a moment and said: "Can King Zhao return to the Han Dynasty and make some noise from it? This was not the case before. If the Duke of Wei is taken down, there is no chance of a change."
Chen Yuan looked troubled and said hesitantly: "Shandong White Lotus Sect suffered heavy losses before. Now... this matter may not be easy to handle. I will try my best... go all out."
Seeing the change in the expression on Dorgon's face, Chen Yuan changed his words to show his determination.
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Shandong, Laizhou Prefecture
After Jia Heng talked with Zhao Qi, the governor of Shandong, he came to the square courtyard, followed a corridor with red eaves and green railings, and entered a side room.
At this moment, Emperor Meisho had just finished lunch and was leaning on his forehead, seemingly dozing off.
After a tiring journey, this beautiful lady with a soft face showed a hint of tiredness in her gentle and bright eyebrows.
While Jia Heng was speaking, he entered the side room, his movements with his hands couldn't help but be a little gentle, and he sat down close, quietly observing the beauty's expression.
I have to say that Sakura girls have a sweet and lovely charm that is very different from the Central Plains girls, and their bodies are plump and soft.
At this moment, Emperor Mingzheng seemed to be alert, and suddenly woke up. Immediately, his eyes paused slightly, and he stared at the young man, and said in surprise: "Jia Jun, when did you come here?"
"I've been here for a while, and I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I couldn't bear to disturb you." Jia Heng smiled, came closer, held the beauty's slender catkins in his hands, and said, "It's been really hard for Xingzi along the way."
When Emperor Mingzheng heard this, a slight blush appeared on his pink jade cheeks, and he whispered: "I am a little tired. Jia Jun just met the minister."
Jia Heng smiled and said: "I've seen it before. Let the general rest for two days, and then we'll take a carriage to Shenjing City."
Emperor Mingzheng said softly "Hmm" and said with emotion: "Jia Junhan's country is so big."
Jia Heng sat close, gently caressed the beauty's shoulders, leaned close to the beauty's ear, and whispered: "Yes, it's not just the Han people who are older..."
The following words were almost whispered, and some of them were hard to hear clearly.
Emperor Mingzheng's pure and sweet face suddenly turned red with shame, his bright eyebrows and eyes were covered with a hint of resentment, and he said: "Jia Jun, you are really bad."
Jia Heng: "..."
Well, it smells bad.
Authentic taste of small life.
Jia Heng's palms were full of softness, and he said softly: "When we get to the capital, I will introduce some sisters to you. The Grand View Garden is very lively."
If I take such a woman back, I don't know what attitude Daiyu and Baochai will have.
Emperor Mingzheng snorted, but he saw the young man coming closer. After a while, he came to his lips and kissed him. Suddenly, waves of warm and soft breath came over him.
Emperor Meisho was also accustomed to the boy's intimacy and affection. He curled his eyelashes and closed them gently, while a deep red blush appeared on both sides of his cheeks, and his heart was filled with sweetness.
Jia Jun likes to kiss her very much.
Although the beauty is already twenty-six or seventeen years old, because she rarely encountered care from men of the same age during her growth, she actually longs for the pampering of this boy in python suit.
After a while, Jia Heng stared at the delicate Emperor Mingzheng. He gently touched the beauty's shoulder and said softly: "Xingzi, please serve me."
Emperor Mingzheng: "..."
Most likely, there is no such thing as love without a reason.
Emperor Meisho's plump and lustrous eyebrows seemed to have a hint of shyness. He softly said "hmm", then lowered his head and gently lifted a strand of hair hanging down from his ears to the back of his head.
At this moment, Jia Heng picked up the book beside him, which was the Three Kingdoms dialect book written by himself. He opened a page at random, frowned, and seemed to make a slight "hiss" sound.
On top of it, he lowered his eyes to look at the beauty who was working hard to please him, and the beauty just raised her eyes to look at Jia Heng, her eyes filled with water, which seemed to be filled with a different kind of aura.
After a while, Jia Heng took Xingzi's delicate hand and said softly: "Xingzi, how are you?"
Emperor Meisheng's face, which blended pure and bright charms, was as red as a blush, like a red apple. He snorted softly and said: "Jia Jun, what do you think?"
Jia Heng said: "Does Xingzi like it?"
Emperor Mingzheng snorted softly and did not respond, but his cheeks as pink as snow were already as red as clouds with shame, and his two willow-leaf eyebrows were frowned, and he lowered his eyes to look at the young man who was nibbling like a child.
That face that combines plumpness and pure charm is already a bit bright and charming. Her voice trembled slightly and she said softly: "The ladies in Jia Jun's family are all getting along well."
"Some are easy to get along with, and some are not so easy to get along with." Jia Heng's voice was unclear, wallowing in the soft fragrance of powder.
Emperor Mingzheng said softly, "Hmm", his beautiful face was covered with layers of blush, and he muttered: "Jia Jun, I won't be jealous."
Before he finished speaking, he felt another tingling current surge through his body. He closed his eyelashes and gently stroked the young man's shoulder.
Jia Heng left the cherry blossoms on Mount Fuji, raised his eyes to look at the shy beauty, and said, "It's nothing else."
He pulled Emperor Meisho to sit in his arms. Because it was summer, the air was hot and the heat had not subsided. The two of them cuddled up against each other, rubbing their ears and temples together.
Emperor Mingzheng frowned, then relaxed his eyebrows, and his originally soft voice contained a bit of thrill in the trembling, and he said in a trembling voice: "Jia Jun."
Jia Heng gently stretched out his hand to hold the soft and plump hair, raised his eyebrows, and said with warm eyes, "Let's see when the last sea trade and pirates will end."
Emperor Meisho's face, as white as pear blossoms and as white as feathers, blushed as red as clouds. He snorted and said nothing else.
It is midsummer in June. At this moment, the lotus on the lake is swaying gently. The dewdrops on it are as crystal clear as glass. They sway and "crash..." fall on the water, causing ripples in the distance.
On the sycamore trees, there seemed to be cicadas chirping intermittently, sometimes softly, sometimes lowly, seeming to announce that the summer of the 18th year of Chongping was gradually fading away.
