Within ten days of the siege.

In order to escape from the Ming army, Shengjing City has carried out more than a dozen charges, trying to open up the situation, turn the tide in the turbulence, and help Dajin, a once high-rise building, to fall between the generals.

However, under the layers of defense of the Ming army, all struggles seemed to be in vain.

The sharp weapon of the emperor ** spewed a chilling frenzy, completely extinguishing the last wisp of arrogance, leaving no trace of revenge.

All that remains is despair......

At the same time, the military supplies from Yaozhou and even Ningyuan were transported by train and horse-drawn carriages, and the battle had been going on for more than a few months, and the chill outside the fortress had quietly arrived.

Fifteen days of siege.

Shengjing City.

Tens of thousands of troops were trapped in the lonely city, and some stragglers roamed the streets, but all of them looked haggard, and even the soldiers on duty above the city tower here were hungry.

It stands to reason that this Shengjing was originally the Dajin King City, but it is the capital of a country, and the dragon vein is related, but also the two generations of Dajin Nurhachi and Huang Taiji have been in operation, even if it has been surrounded for three years and five years, it will not be so difficult.

However, before Dolgon left the city, the secret chess he laid out made the grain and grass in the grain depot in the north of the city almost burned to the ground, and the confrontation between Haoge and the nobles of the Eight Banners in the city made the already small amount of grain and grass more and less.

Now the retreat of the entire remnant army is beyond the scope of this Shengjing City, and the city is in danger, so it can be said that because of the famine, it will only be a matter of time before the civil strife in the city comes.

If it weren't for Fan Wencheng's suggestion to gather all the grain and grass in the city, hand it over to the noble assembly for unified arrangement, regular rationing, and transfer the elite of each banner to form a law enforcement team to severely punish all those who rob grain and riot, I am afraid that this crisis would have been lost.

It can be said that behind the seemingly orderly city here is the balance beam under the butcher's knife of the law enforcement team, the dance on the tip of the knife, and the abyss of death on both sides.

Fan House.

Since the death of Emperor Taiji outside the capital, Fan Wencheng has been ordered to assist the government, and the difficulties for several days can be said to have made Fan Wencheng exhausted, and in less than a month, he has become ill and bedridden. org Yavin

Vomiting blood for days, even a strong man can't bear it, not to mention a scholar, and because of the lack of food in the city, although Fan Wencheng is the most favored person of Huang Taiji, but after all, he is a slave, and he is also a Han slave, not to mention that Huang Taiji is dead, the so-called son of heaven and a courtier, no matter how much Haoge trusts him Fan Wencheng, it is not as good as in the past, not to mention that in the face of such a crisis, those Eight Banner princes are naturally unwilling to take out their own reserves of grain and grass first.

Naturally, the wealthy families in the city and those Han ministers are the first to bear the brunt, and for these powerless Han ministers, they are just slaves in the eyes of the Eight Banners nobles, and Fan Wencheng is naturally no exception.

Although because of his status as an auxiliary minister, Hauge authorized to give Fan Wencheng a certain amount of nourishment every day, but someone has to cook this meal, and those servants who can't eat enough by themselves will naturally lack two catties for the nourishment that Hauge has licensed to their master, Fan Wencheng saw it in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, this time is not as good as before, not to mention, this person has died enough.

"The ambition of the day will end up in a dream, when the time is yes, the fate is yes!"

People are dying, looking back on the past, everything is just a flash in the pan, but at this moment, Fan Wencheng understands that for him, his life is short.

I wanted to come to Wanli for forty-three years, and I was a member of the county, but because I was depressed, I took refuge with my brother in Nurhachi, hoping to help Dajin with a helping hand, conquer the city, and drink the Central Plains, so as to vent the anger in my heart.

More than ten years have passed in a flash, and everything that used to be is like a picture, reflected in Fan Wencheng's mind, there has been joy and sadness......

But is all this really what you need?

After all, Dajin is a foreigner, and all the people he has slaughtered in Liaodi over the years are his own compatriots, and all the blood that flows is Han Chinese.

Tick, tick......

There was never a trace of remorse, and I asked myself, is it all worth it? Is it worth it?!

What will the world think after death!

"It may be the Qin Hui and the like on the bank of the West Lake in Hangzhou!"

"Ahem! Ahem~"

Thinking of this, there was another violent coughing sound, and Yin's red blood gradually became a little black.

"Father!"

Seeing this, Fan Chengyin on the side stepped forward busily, looking at the face, but it was a sad face, as the son of the Fan family, he grew up beside his father since he was a child, and he was naturally emotional, and the most important thing was that his father was the pillar of the Fan family, and now he was just working in Hanlin, and his younger siblings were not yet adults, if his father died suddenly at this juncture, it would undoubtedly be the heaviest blow to his Fan family.

"Chengyin, I am afraid that my father is fate...... Life is short, thinking about this life for the father, but ...... But you regret not at the beginning, and after today, you will be ...... Don't covet the wealth in front of you, Shengjing City..... The city was broken overnight, and you should retreat to the mountains and forests with your younger brothers and sisters, and you must not set foot in the political arena...... One step, if not, it is also under the nine springs of the father..... Also. ”

"Ahem~~"

With another cough, everything came to an abrupt end, and Fan Wencheng, a strategist of the post-Jin generation, passed away suddenly, and his eyes that couldn't be closed for a long time were full of unwillingness to fate, maybe he just regretted not being at the beginning.

"Father!"

......

When Hauge heard the news, he saw a cold corpse.

"Sir, in this dangerous situation, why did you leave me first!"

For today's situation, as the nominal lord of a country, Hauge understands the crisis very well, but now at this juncture, Fan Wencheng is returning to the west, and how he Haoge is not sad from his heart.

"Great Khan, please also mourn, this is what my father specially entrusted to you before his death."

"Thank you."

After receiving the letter, Haoge was not in a hurry to open it, but walked towards Fan Chengyin on the side.

"What are Hanlin's plans for in the future?"

Faced with Haoge's general question, Fan Chengyin fell to his knees suddenly.

Seeing this, Haoge's brows furrowed slightly, and then he was slightly puzzled.

"Hanlin, why is that?"

"Great Khan, before his father died, he instructed the slave that after his death, the slave should bring his younger siblings, and from then on he should be hidden in the mountains and forests, and he should no longer ask about political affairs, and his parents' words are a big deal, so the slave dared to ask the Great Khan to allow the slave to resign and keep filial piety for his father, so he will be hidden!"

Fan Wencheng is a generation of capable ministers, but his son is a follower.

Although Haoge grew up in the army, he also has his own knowledge of knowing people, and Fan Chengyin resigned at this time, although it was Fan Wencheng's meaning, but he Haoge had his own ideas.

You must know that Fan Wencheng is the first Hanchen in the Houjin, and he took refuge in the Houjin in order to show his ambitions, and the reason for this is naturally that he thinks that the Houjin has infinite potential.

And now, Fan Wencheng has just died, and his son is asking to resign, what can this mean, there is no doubt that it tells the world that this great gold has been exhausted.

Outside the city today, the Ming Empire is already under siege, like an iron bucket.

Although it is a stalemate, Hauge does not understand that this impasse is destined to be broken, and it is only a matter of time.

And if Fan Chengyin resigns in accordance with his father's wishes, it will inevitably be a signal and an extremely dangerous signal in Shengjing City, which is already in danger.

It can only be said that Daikin is coming to an end!

So at this moment, Hauge naturally has his own plans.

"What Fan Hanlin said, I should have agreed, but the siege of my Shengjing Imperial City by the Southern Barbarians here is a time when my Dajin is in danger of survival, and all my colleagues should be in the same boat to tide over the crisis together.

"This ......."

Haoge's words made Fan Chengyin a little silent, after all, retreating into the mountains and forests was what his father said, not his heart, and now in the face of Haoge's so-called heart-to-heart, he is naturally difficult to refuse.

"Hanlin doesn't have to hesitate, I will seal Hanlin as the official and give him a yellow coat!"

......

In the face of Haoge's persuasion, Fan Chengyin was finally grateful, and when he returned to the mansion and opened the letter from Fan Wencheng that Fan Chengyin had submitted before, his face became more and more embarrassed.

After a few moments, he finally looked dead.

"Could it be that my big gold is really going to be destroyed at the hands of me, an unscrupulous descendant? Immortal God, how unjust you are! ”