There is no iron armor, and there is no food. "Great Khan, there is salt and tea in the carriage outside, it was the prince who asked me to bring to the Great Khan, at the moment the Ming army is attacking tightly, the Qing Dynasty is in the most difficult time, and after this year, the situation has improved slightly, and all the requirements of the Great Khan can be met."

Sonny is like a child who has been caught by an adult and has done something bad, standing there obediently, so that Ezhe's anger has nowhere to fall. "Wait for the situation to improve? "Ezhe stood up and walked over to Sony, "Go back and tell Dorgon that if he doesn't want to exchange things with me, I'll go and get them myself." "Khan Breathless" Sonny was weak.

The carriage remained in the steppe, and the procession of fifty or sixty men set out on the way home. Walking into Zhangjiakou, Sony's face was filled with sorrow again. He doesn't mind discussion and failure, or he is happy to see discussion and failure. "The regent has gone crazy, and if the Qing Dynasty stays in the pass, my daughter really has to be exterminated."

It's not just the two yellow flags that some people think, but also the two red flags and even the two white flags. The Jurchens became 100,000 soldiers, fought for five years, and contracted smallpox and other diseases after entering the customs, and lost more than 30%. This war seems to be endless, and every battlefield needs to be suppressed by the Jurchens. "Emperor Tu hegemony" Sony's eyes were confused, like the future of the Qing Dynasty.

If the peace talks break down, the Jurchens will have to retreat to the outside of the fortress. Sony doesn't know if it's right or wrong. There is no way back from what has already been decided.

That winter, Hauge wasn't dead.

He and Su Quanquan drank in the manor on the outskirts of Beijing, the Han people's liquor was strong, accompanied by steaming mutton hot pot, from the throat to the small stomach was hot, and the Han singers sang small songs. He picked a singer, who according to Su Quanquan, was the daughter of a Han official. He didn't care whose daughter it was, he liked the woman's weak and timid eyes.

All of a sudden, a fierce soldier broke in, and the singer who was singing a tune was pushed down on the carpet. The stove was kicked over, and the charcoal fire spilled on the carpet, nearly setting the house on fire. He was dragged to the icy snow in a drunken haze, the whip whipped his back, the hot pain churning in his stomach like spirits

He was awake, and fear welled up in his heart. He didn't even know what was going on, the cold blade was on his neck, and he thought he was dying.

After the whipping, he was thrown into a gloomy prison, where he spent half a month of sleepless nights. When he came out, he knew that it was the edict prison of Daming Dongchang, and no one who went in could come out alive.

Later, he learned the reason, and the regent received a secret report that he and Su Quanquan had conspired to support Hauge as emperor, and that they were supposed to be executed. It was the Queen Mother, Hauge and Zilharang who jointly saved him and Su Quanquan.

Half a year later, Hauge and Ao Bai conquered Sichuan and returned to Beijing, and Hauge was imprisoned on suspicion of rebellion and died in the prison where he stayed. Ao Bai left a life, perhaps because after Hauge's death, the regent felt that he was no longer a threat.

That scene reminded him of the hero of the Han people, Yue Fei, who was given death on "trumped-up".

From then on, he understood that there was no way back. The regent and he can only save one person.

He doesn't necessarily have to oppose what the regent supports, but he won't miss this opportunity. Without the territory of Sene, the Qing Dynasty still has Liaodong. The defeat of the Qing army has been decided, he does not have such a big appetite, his greed is not enough to swallow the elephant, he will not let the peace negotiation succeed, only in this way will the Manchu Qing preserve their strength to give up the Sei, return to the Seiwai, and only in this way can he ensure that the regent will always be the regent, and the emperor will be the emperor after all.

"Dolgon, you madman, if you can't get the Qing Dynasty, do you want the Qing Dynasty to bury you?"

The messenger galloped into the city of Beijing.

It was a messenger from Huaiyang, and before he reached the regent's palace, someone was asking for news everywhere.

"Is there any progress in the war in Huaiyang? Did the Ming army go on the offensive? ”

Everyone is speculating that it is certainly not good news. Otherwise, the messenger will surely shout "good news" along the way.

The Manchus needed a victory so badly, a morale-boosting victory. God has a peculiar temper, when you are lucky, you can go out and pick up silver, and when you are unlucky, what you hope for will never come.

The messenger enters the Regent's palace.

Half a day later, the report of the battle spread throughout the city of Beijing.

"The Huaiyang War, the Aobai battle, the Jurchens died 5,000 people"

Zilharang did not admit that it was a defeat, and they inflicted the same amount of damage on the Ming army, even more than the losses of the Qing army. But all the princes and nobles of the city of Beijing thought it was a defeat. A Jurchen can top ten Han people, and so many Jurchen warriors died in a battle, and Baturu of the Qing Dynasty was shattered, which was the most tragic defeat since entering the customs.

Bad things happened one after another, and when Dai Shan, the owner of the Red Flag Banner, heard the news, he died with a whimper.

Dai Shan has been seriously ill for a long time, and the princes, Baylor and Beizi have been mentally prepared for his death, but death from illness is not the same as death from anger.

Rumors spread in Beijing like a plague: "Dolgon is incompetent, there is no suitable place to take charge of the imperial court and command the military, the Manchu army has not won for many years, and the treasury has been empty, so it is reasonable to give way and return to the emperor."

Why should the responsibility for Zilharan's defeat be placed on Dorgon's head? But that's the way it is, who called him the regent of the Qing Dynasty.

Dolgon cowered in the regent's palace, letting others talk behind his back, and resolutely did not come forward. He didn't have the strength or the mood to show his tongue to those people, he couldn't win the battle, and it was useless to talk too much.

Bad news wasn't something he could avoid by hiding in the house.

Sony sent a message in Zhangjiakou: "Ezhe needs iron armor and food" The Qing Dynasty now needs to equip more than 10,000 Modong with strong iron armor and sharp scimitars, and there is really nothing extra for the Chahar people.

Dorgon knew the Queen Mother was watching him. If he sold his ironclad blades to the Chahars, instead of using them to equip the Chahar's fierce rivals, the Modong Mongols, the Empress Dowager would cause him even more trouble.

At the beginning of July, Sonny returned to the capital and personally reported peace to Dolgon. Ezhe's refusal to accept the Qing armistice would mean that the long northern frontier could be targeted by the Mongols.

Dolgon's heart was haggard, and he did what he could, but the Eight Banners were no longer the Eight Banners of the past.

When the sun was a pole high, the little yellow gate hurried to the regent's palace.

"The Queen Mother decreed that the regent should enter the palace for an audience."

Dolgon was a little surprised, Da Yu'er never took the initiative to ask to see him,

"What's the matter?"

Xiao Huangmen replied respectfully: "The slave doesn't know, the Queen Mother only ordered the slave to invite the regent." ”

Dorgon thought for a moment, "Go back, and the king will come later." From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to go to Cining Palace, many things couldn't be explained, and he didn't know how to face Da Yu'er. But now there is no need to be back then, the era of him covering the sky with one hand has passed, and if he resists and does not listen, the rumors in Beijing do not know what to spread.

Still escorted by five hundred brightly armored warriors, Dolgon did not ride a tall horse as before, and he hid in a carriage into the Forbidden City. No one in Beijing City has yet brushed his tiger whiskers, but he doesn't want to see the Eight Banners leaders who are talking about him behind his back.

The carriage drove until it stopped at the gate of Cining Palace, and he was still able to come and go freely in the palace.

Dolgon stepped out of the carriage and saw Su Malagu, dressed in a Mongolian robe, standing at the gate of the Cining Palace.

"Lord Wang, please"

The palace was exceptionally quiet, and Dolgon walked into the threshold and naturally tilted his head to the right. The little emperor was not there, and the place where the arrow target grass man was located was cleaned up.

He walked behind Su Malagu, his steps very light.

Da Yu'er sat facing the door, and a cushioned Taishi chair was placed in front of her......

"Meet the Queen Mother" Dolgon hesitated for a moment and made a distinguished salute.

Da Yu'er got up and waved her hand: "Lord Wang, please take a seat"

At this moment, they respect each other and treat each other as if they were guests.

Dorgon bent down and waited for Da Yu'er to sit down before he walked to the chair and sat down.

"I have something to show the prince here," Da Yu'er beckoned. Aunt Su Mala came over with a tray in her hand, and two rows of tall folds were piled up on the tray

Dorgon reached out and picked up the top one, unfolded it, glanced at it, then put it aside with a blank face, and opened the next one.

His face was calm, and his breathing was even, as if the contents of the folds had nothing to do with him.

Da Yu'er waited quietly, and for about half an hour, Dolgon read a total of twenty-three letters. Without exception, the signatures of those folds have been smeared.

Throwing down the last notebook, Dolgon arched his hand: "Queen Mother, what do you want Weichen to say?"

"Some things are not under your control, and they are not under my control" The corners of Da Yuer's eyes were raised, a little arrogant, and a little charming.

"Wechen knows, Wechen just wants to get the Queen Mother's true thoughts."

"Zilharang has never fought, he is not a good general, and the prince must go to Huaiyang to preside over the overall situation. Huaiyang is defeated, and all the persistence of you and me here is no longer meaningful."

Da Yu'er's slender eyebrows danced rhythmically with her tone, which was a side she had never shown before. She is not the queen mother who was bullied by Dolgon and has nowhere to hide.

Tolerate when it should be tolerated, and come out when it is time to come out. Dolgon looked down on her, and the civil and military forces of the Qing Dynasty and the Manchu Dynasty looked down on him.

"The mourning family was shown to the prince by these, it was to sue the prince, the mourning family has nothing to hide from the prince, and when the prince is not in the capital, the mourning family guarantees that there will be no changes in the capital."

Dorgon was silent, and then said, "The Decree of the Minister"

"Ao Bai is dead, it is better to die on the battlefield than in the prison," Da Yuer sighed. It's a reminder and a warning. Dorgon also had to abandon the view of the portal.

Dorgon had nothing to say, and at that point, he thought he was in control.

"Lord Wang......" Da Yu'er looked entangled, and said faintly: "If the prince can't resist the Ming army, just retreat outside the Saiwai."

"Wechen will not give up, this is also the long-cherished wish of the first emperor"

It would not be wise to barely support it, but Dolgon could not tolerate the prosperity of the Qing Dynasty in his own hands and the decay of his own hands, and presumably the same was true of Da Yu'er.

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