In the letter to the king's mansion, finding the real reason for his irritability, Zhu Youzhen's mood was much lighter.

Picking up the accessories of the "Victory" again, this time Zhu Youzhen easily hung the accessories to the parts that should be hung.

Looking at the semi-finished products in his hand, Zhu Youzhen's heart slowly became firm.

He is not fighting alone, no matter what, there is still a God who accompanies him in this world, and he will never leave him.

Entering the pale blue system of God in his mind, Zhu Youzhen plunged into the teaching area, he needed to use the boring knowledge of basic materials to drive away the faint loss in his heart.

What is the difference between gray cast iron and white cast iron?

Why is the cast cannon made of gray cast iron?

The boring theory of the basic materials instantly washed away the distracting thoughts in Zhu Youzhen's mind.

Liaodong

The lost Huang Taiji drank sullen wine at home.

No one passed the word, so Fan Wencheng walked in quietly and stood in front of Huang Taiji without saying a word.

Huang Taiji looked up at Fan Wencheng, stretched out his finger and pointed to the seat next to him, and said drunkly: "Mr. Fan is here, sit." Join me for a drink. ”

After carefully looking Huang Taiji up and down, and seeing that he was not angry, Fan Wencheng opened his mouth and said, "Si Beile, don't you blame me?"

If I hadn't given you the idea, you wouldn't have ended up staying. ”

Raising his eyes and glancing at Fan Wencheng, Huang Taiji laughed loudly: "Blame you, blame you for what you did." You've got a good idea.

It's just that you are not our Jurchens after all.

You don't understand, we Jurchens are from the wilderness, and what we are talking about is a scramble.

If you don't fight, you will only get weaker and weaker.

Your approach is very appealing to Old Khan's appetite, and I appreciate that.

Your method is good, but I did it a little too submissively, forgetting the nature of our Jurchens.

It's my fault, what does it have to do with you!

Sit down, have a drink with me, stay for once, the sky won't fall. Haha, haha. ”

Maybe he was a little drunk, Huang Taiji had no scruples when he said this, and the pride revealed in his words made Fan Wencheng feel even more heartbroken.

This is the monarch Fan Wencheng dreams of.

Able to admonish and responsible.

There is no complaint about what happened, and he can keenly find the deviation between planning and reality.

There is enough magnanimity to his subordinates.

Huang Taiji, he really deserves the name I changed for him. Fan Wencheng's face was a little red with excitement.

Seeing that Fan Wencheng was still standing there, Huang Taiji stood up slowly, pulled Fan Wencheng to his seat, picked up a wine glass and put it in front of him.

Huang Taiji laughed loudly: "It's just a little thing, I won't blame you." If you really don't want to go, just make a toast yourself. ”

Looking at the laughing Huang Taiji, Fan Wencheng filled the wine glass and drank it all.

"Okay, okay, this is my big kin. Here, let's have another drink. Huang Taiji raised his glass with a smile and smothered the wine in the cup proudly.

Fan Wencheng's eyes flashed with a hint of gratitude, and he solemnly raised his glass: "Lord Belle has an order, and Wen Cheng obeys everything." ”

After speaking, Fan Wencheng took a sip of the wine in the cup again.

Listening to Fan Wencheng's statement, a sharp cold light flashed in Huang Taiji's eyes.

At this moment, Huang Taiji still had the slightest drunkenness.

When Fan Wencheng put down the cup, Huang Taiji regained his drunken demeanor.

Huang Taiji clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay, Mr. Fan is the most arrogant this time." Today we will only drink, and we will talk about the rest tomorrow. ”

"Okay," Fan Wencheng, who had drunk two glasses in a row, also threw aside the calculation in his mind.

Since Huang Taiji has such a belly and such pride, then he will put all his life on Huang Taiji and fight hard.

"Lord Belle has a life, Wen Cheng is willing to accompany you to get drunk."

Where is this?

Opening his eyes and enduring the hangover headache, Fan Wencheng slowly recalled what happened before he got drunk.

It's a mistake to get drunk!

Struggling to sit up, Fan Wencheng rubbed his head, and while relieving the headache after a hangover, he looked left and right.

The furnishings in the room convinced Fan Wencheng that this was not his home.

This is......

"Did you sleep well, sir?"

With the sound of greetings, Huang Taiji strode in.

"I can't see that Mr. is really a good drinker." Huang Taiji rubbed his head and sat down unceremoniously on the edge of Fan Wencheng's bed.

"Lord Belle, this is..."Fan Wencheng asked with a little hesitation.

"This is my Baylor House!" Knowing what Fan Wencheng was asking, Huang Taiji replied with a smile.

"Sir's wine is really good, and when he is drunk, he only knows how to sleep. Wasted the beauty I arranged for you. Pointing to the corner of the room, Huang Taiji laughed loudly.

Catching a glimpse of two women standing in the corner of the house, they didn't even care about their appearances, so Fan Wencheng rolled out of bed. He lay on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "The slave is drunk and immoral, and I ask Lord Baylor to forgive his sins." ”

Huang Taiji, who was laughing, stiffened with a smile on his face.

"Arise, arise, what can be wrong with sir? What's the big deal about getting drunk? My Dajin doesn't have as many complicated rules as Daming.

Besides, they are not my concubines, but just two maids, and I will send someone to the gentleman's house later. Huang Taiji pulled Fan Wencheng up.

At the beginning of the Later Jin Dynasty, all kinds of regulations were not perfect, and Huang Taiji didn't care much about the Han rules mentioned by Fan Wencheng. However, Huang Taiji is still very satisfied with Fan Wencheng's performance.

As soon as he pulled up Fan Wencheng, Huang Taiji laughed loudly: "Since Mr. is willing to come to see me, there must be something important." Let's go ahead of that. ”

Seeing that Fan Wencheng still wanted to excuse himself, Huang Taiji pretended to be angry: "Since it is in my house, Mr. will listen to my arrangements." ”

Huang Taiji was not wrong, Fan Wencheng really had something important to say here.

When Fan Wencheng heard that Huang Taiji was arranged by Nurhachi to stay in Shengjing, he was extremely uneasy.

Although Fan Wencheng is not a Jurchen, he clearly knows that Houjin is based on military exploits.

There is no spoils without exploits. Without the spoils of war, Huang Taiji would not be able to expand the power of his direct subordinates, let alone have a greater say in the Houjin Dynasty.

In order to save his position in the eyes of Huang Taiji, Fan Wencheng spent more than half a month repeatedly thinking about and investigating the current situation of Houjin.

After careful investigation and consideration, Fan Wencheng finally found a way to break the situation.

Originally, Fan Wencheng also wanted to take this opportunity to test Huang Taiji's mind again.

Unexpectedly, Huang Taiji's performance far exceeded Fan Wencheng's imagination.

It can be said that Huang Taiji is completely the image of Mingjun in Fan Wencheng's heart. Fan Wencheng is now completely willing to be used by Huang Taiji.

"Lord Belle, the most important thing for Daikin now is food."

After following Huang Taiji to the front hall and sitting down, Fan Wencheng opened his mouth with a solemn face.