"Yang Zi, I heard from the Inspector, this time you are going to make an alliance with Jiannu, is this matter true?" Zu Dashou looked at Yang Fan suspiciously and asked.

The wind brings a hint of coolness. Shanhaiguan, which was about to come in the wind and rain just now, suddenly became clear again, and the rain did not fall, which couldn't help but make people a little dull. The sentry who had been patrolling for a day dragged his tired body back to the camp. Shanhaiguan became silent, lit a fire and cooked, ready for the arrival of night. Yang Fan looked into the distance and muttered, "Yes, I'm going to the Huimeng." ”

Zu Dashou took a step forward, looked at Yang Fan's side face, and asked, "You are not a foolish person. This Jiannu must be uneasy and kind to invite you to the past. If you think about it, they all met each other and made an alliance, they just set up a table for a banquet and asked you to send sheep into the tiger's mouth. ”

Yang Fan's hand slammed on the city bricks, snorted, and said, "If he Emperor Taiji has the heart to be the overlord of Western Chu, then that's it." The bad thing is that he wants to be Liu Bang, and there is a role like Fan Zeng by his side, so why don't I go to the meeting for a while? ”

"Then I can't go." Zu Dashou was a little worried: "Although there has been a saying that there is no killing in the war, but if Jiannu makes trouble and puts you under house arrest back to Shenyang, what should I do?" Anyway, it's a matter of time before you fight or not, so it's better to ......"

Yang Fan patted Zu Dashou on the shoulder and interrupted his words, "Ancestor, I have always wanted to ask you something, you and I have been born and died, but you have to tell me the truth." ”

"Cheng, you say."

Yang Fan looked at the rough face of the Chinese characters, and said word by word: "What I want to ask is, when the battle of Dalinghe was in the first place, if Wu Xiang's army did not arrive in time, what would you do?" ”

"Hi. What should I ask? That's a question. ”

"You say yes. He Kegang died in battle, what about you? It is a choice to die in battle. Or surrender? Yang Fan asked, even if ordinary people are unwilling to surrender. I'm afraid that I will be cheeky and say that I chose to die in battle. Zu Dashou has been defeated twice, this is history, but people dare to fight, but some saliva parties, all day long in the temple saying loyalty and patriotism, and finally open the city to surrender to the enemy, it is often these saliva parties.

"Yang Zi, I still remember that when Linghe City was in the beginning, there was only an empty city left. Did I say that if Jiannu comes in and finds you, you will surrender? He asked solemnly.

"I remember. At that time, I was sitting on the castle tower, shouting and beating drums to see me off, something I will never forget in my life. Yang Fan's words are not hypocritical, people who have not been on the battlefield and experienced the moment of life and death will not understand what it is like. Until now, Yang Fan often does the scene in his dreams. He never forgot those eventful years.

"Tell you the truth. If Wu Xiang's army does not come at the last moment, as long as it is a quarter of the night, it will almost be shouted to surrender. After all, it's all fate. I still have more than 10,000 unarmed farmers in my life. You can't just die in vain. ”

Yang Fan smiled: "Then you're not afraid that someone will poke you in the back?" ”

"That's all for later. When my ancestor Dashou was in Ningyuan's expedition, which time was not a bloody battle? But it's all scenes that you can win with confidence. That time I really gambled my life to play with you, and there was no way. But it really got to that point. We must surrender. It's still fate, reputation or something that's after death. ”

"What about after surrender?"

"After surrendering? If he still asks me to lead the troops. Let's just run back, we're still a good man. If you don't let Lao Tzu lead the troops. We are also happy, the daily sword and sword shadow of the province. Zu Dashou squinted his eyes and spoke eloquently. By the way, what is this thing for, you ask? ”

Yang Fan smiled: "If I am captured, this is my choice, understand?" He slowly walked down the tower. By the time Zu Dashou reacted, Yang Fan had already walked away, and his second monk was confused, and muttered to himself: "Understand, understand what a fart." Yang Zi, are you sick in the brain, you are thinking about going to the captive...... Hey......"

It was getting dark, and Shengjing City, which crossed the Liao River, really ushered in a late shower. The soybean-sized raindrops crackled, smashed on the eaves of the imperial palace in Shengjing, and then gurgled down. The emperor sat in the palace and waited for the rain to stop, and then moved to bed. It's not that he can't go now, but now that the nurse and the concubine are still playing with their young children, and he resents the baby's crying.

Before he could sit for long, an oil-paper umbrella entered the temple. He narrowed his eyes, and faintly saw the figure by a bolt of lightning. Before the guards could get through, he said, "Go, get an umbrella for Master Fan." ”

After half a ring, Fan Wencheng came in and hurried in. Because he walked too fast, half of his clothes were soaked by the rain that came diagonally, and he was a little embarrassed. After bowing and saluting, Fan Wencheng hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, Yang Fan has come to Liaodi, and it is estimated that he will go to Shanhaiguan now." ”

Now that Sun Chuanting is supervising Ning Yuan, the source of news has begun to become closed. The news of Yang Fan's visit to Liao came from a spy buried in Shanhaiguan. The news of the spy was not very clear, but it was mentioned that Yang Fan had come out of the Beijing Division, which made Fan Wencheng rush over to report it.

"And what are you going to do?" As the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, if Huang Taiji personally went to the Liaohe Alliance, it would inevitably be too grand, and this safety would be difficult to guarantee. Undoubtedly, Fan Wencheng is the best representative. When it comes to rebellion and appeasement, this Han man obviously has won his heart.

"Three words. Delay, stability, persuasion. The first thing to do is to delay, the longer this alliance drags on, the better, it is better to talk about three, five or June, and when the war between Korea and Simon is over, it will be even more perfect. ”

Huang Taiji frowned, "Aren't they in a hurry if it drags on for three or five months?" ”

So the second word is stability. From time to time, I have to reveal to them a sweetness that I want to stabilize the situation in Liaodong. Business is not harmonious, the current situation in the Ming Dynasty is slightly stable, Yang Fan can come to Liao, he must want to buy more time to accumulate national strength, so the first two words, it is estimated that he also hopes, we might as well calculate. ”

Huang Taiji frowned slightly, and asked again: "I don't think there is any need for this persuasion." When the time comes, house arrest is. Such a genius is really placed in Daming, and it is difficult for me to sleep and eat. I don't want to be the overlord of Western Chu, I can stay, even if I can't use it, I can't use it for others. ”

Fan Wencheng nodded and said, "Then do what the emperor wants." He looked at Huang Taiji's Yin Hall and said, "The emperor is in the prime of life, and he must manage state affairs moderately, so that the Qing Dynasty can prosper." ”

"Good, good. Submit the auspicious words of Cheng. Come back early, this wet suit will inevitably catch a cold. ”

"Your Majesty." He slowly exited the temple door. (To be continued.) )