"Has Yuan Chonghuan forgotten his original intention like this?" Recalling that when he first arrived in Ningyuan, he sighed silently for Yuan Chonghuan's expectation of swearing to Ningyuan's heart, "The hearts of the old people who are idle know each other are changeable." ”

He glanced deeply at Wu Sangui again, and that look made the latter feel endless life.

Wu Sangui suddenly remembered the time when Jin returned after the spy war, and made a detour with a group of life and death brothers to enter the customs.

Thinking that Jiannu did have the possibility of making a detour to enter the customs, his heart was terrified, but Yuan Chonghuan was next to him, and Wu Sangui, who had always had great selfishness, didn't know what the purpose was, so he hesitated again and again and just didn't say it.

Looking at Yuan Chonghuan again, his face sank like water, he pursed his lips tightly, and didn't speak again.

"The worry of consolidating the Jiliao section of the Great Wall to prevent Jiannu from detouring into the customs was the first to be raised! Have you really forgotten your original intention? Could it be that Ning Yuan's envoy, who was simply concerned about Liaodong, had been carried away by too many potholes and fame and fortune, and diluted his original intention? ”

Chongzhen finally gave up on him, and there was sadness in his heart.

What Yuan Chonghuan thinks about his psychology, to be honest, he is not even sure.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to create the Grass Clothes Guard earlier, and there are even the Grass Clothes Guards in the Grass Clothes Guard.

That is, Mission Impossible!

And very early, there was a plan to separate these members from the Guanning system and become a force directly subordinate to him, since he became the king of faith inexplicably, Chongzhen knew that this was by no means the last force.

The change in identity, vision, and mentality made Chongzhen not plan to argue with these two anymore, and said: "Before going to Jiangnan, you can go with me to Jingshi, the emperor wants to see you." ”

Yuan Chonghuan instantly felt that his heart was beginning to drip blood, but Wu Sangui was stunned and said, "Isn't it His Royal Highness the King of Letters?" ”

Chongzhen shook his head and said, "The vassal king will meet the general of the border pass, do you want to trap His Highness in injustice?" King Xin Xinwang, although he became the prince in the name of the emperor's younger brother, and he has become the regent of the dynasty, but he can't lose his trust in the world. ”

Wu Sangui bared his teeth and wanted to bite it, but he was very useful because of the word "general" in his heart, and muttered: "That is to say, His Royal Highness King Xin is the vassal king of which family, he is the emperor's younger brother and the regent." ”

Listening to the two singing and harmonizing, Yuan Chonghuan's back molars were about to be crushed, but he didn't say a word.

Chongzhen caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, and sighed secretly: "Yuan Shuai can't listen to my admonition after all......"

Wu Sangui has obviously grown up, he can look at other people's faces, and he can adjust the atmosphere.

He stretched his neck and stared at those narrow eyes like a king, looked behind Chongzhen and said, "I forgot to ask just now, I think there is something missing, didn't Ergou come with you?" ”

"Are you worried that the tiger will come out of the night and pull out the heart of you, a heartless fellow?" Chongzhen glanced at him coldly, and said, "Guarding the house in Jingshi." One is in the palace of the king, one is at noon, and one is from Kunning Palace, and they are on duty in turn, and the one on duty at the noon gate is also part-time responsible for patrolling in the palace. ”

"What a good Liaodong beast, has it finally become a royal beast of the royal court?" Wu Sangui sighed.

Yuan Chonghuan raised his head and eyelids, and glared fiercely at this mean guy.

"Could it be that you don't want to be such a beast, but try to dominate one side, but to divide the king?" Chongzhen dropped a sentence with deep meaning, and walked to the west side of the Dalinghe Fort.

This rhetoric is tantamount to an internal dispute in the Guan Ning Army.

However, they are all monsters that have been cultivated into the essence of human bodies, and the speaker has not said it, and the listener does not know whether he has listened to it or not.

No one can be sure that these words will have a certain impact on the internal unity of the Guanning army.

In Chongzhen's mind, this so-called iron army has always been full of complex factional struggles.

Liaoxi generals, court ministers, and court generals are all competing for their own interests all the time, just like the party struggle in the court.

The only thing that can bring people a little comfort is probably the confrontation with Jiannu.

After all, Jiannu was originally divided into categories, and all the non-Eight Banners people who remained in Liaodong were turned into slaves.

With the two failures of the march into western Liaoning, this indiscriminate blow has changed to this day.

So Chongzhen learned solemnly: Liaoxi's original intention of guarding the last pure land in Liaodong is becoming more and more diluted, and the selfishness of turning the Guanning army into a private soldier and Liaoxi into the soil of Jiangmen is getting heavier and heavier.

Yuan Chonghuan may have the idea of changing this situation, but he does not have such ambition, let alone ability.

What he adopted for the Liaoxi generals was a means of entrapment.

"The Yuan Chonghuan who once fought the deputy chief soldier has disappeared forever with the passage of time."

Chongzhen's melancholy heart was not without sadness, and the sunset of the winter solstice stayed behind him, dragging the figure forward for a long, long time.

Wu Sangui didn't follow, but smiled and made a gesture of invitation to Yuan Chonghuan.

That look and mentality are really more and more similar to the faceless Liaodong splashing skin.

"Even Ben Shuai is about to be unable to suppress your kid's ambition? Hehe, even your cheap uncle ancestor barbarian doesn't dare to obey me......" Yuan Chonghuan sneered in his heart, and glanced at him coldly as a warning.

Wu Sangui felt the icy chill from it, which was stronger than the bitter cold of Liaodong, so he replaced the cheap smile with a sneer, and said softly: "Marshal, Marshal Huang is waiting for you to pass." ”

This sentence is a bit suspicious of sowing discord, he thought he was speaking quietly, but he was really deaf and clear-sighted, and he heard it clearly, so he secretly said: "After leaving Liaodong for a long time, this kid has indeed become restless and has to be suppressed." ”

"In the end, he is still a person in the Liaodong system, unlike this locust, who climbed the high branch of King Xin, and actually came to try to change the ambition of the commander, which is simply ungrateful." Yuan Chonghuan had other thoughts.

Instead, he nodded to Wu Sangui, who played the role of a villain, took a deep breath and straightened the corners of his clothes, and walked towards Chongzhen.

In this extremely short distance, Yuan Chonghuan felt that the young man in front of him seemed to have the style of a general.

"He's so young, and with time, there's no limit to what he can accomplish. It's a great honor that he was a subordinate of Ben Shuai. It's also sad that he was once a subordinate of Ben Shuai. He sighed, standing still behind Chongzhen.

It's as if he is the real follower, this kind of taste makes Yuan Chonghuan feel very uncomfortable.

But what can be done? He is already the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, although he has no real power, but looking at the future, how many people have had such an honor? Moreover, the emperor believed in the king, and they all favored him.

Sighing lightly, Yuan Chonghuan looked at it with a serious eye, and in the afterglow of the sunset, it was a horse in Pingchuan.