On the first day of June, the Forbidden City, Gonghou Garden.

The strange stones in the garden are dotted all over the place, the beautiful trees are verdant, and the ancient cypress vines are planted all over. With the Qin'an Hall dedicated to Xuanwu as the center, there are nearly 20 buildings of various types on both sides, whether they are built by the wall or pavilions, they are all exquisitely chic, sparse and dense.

Among them, Fubi Pavilion and Chengrui Pavilion, Wanchun Pavilion and Qianqiu Pavilion are the most distinctive.

In addition to serving the palace people on the side, he was accompanied by the seventh son of Prince Daishan of Heshuoli, Gushan Beizi Mandahai.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Prince Li is all right?"

"Back to the word regent, it's fine." Man Dahai has a deferential attitude.

When Huang Taiji died, Dolgon and Hauge competed for the throne, and Dai Shan stirred up and broke the private Dolgon, which made Fulin the emperor. It was Dolgon who could only regain power through the position of regent, and Daishan was tragically excluded from the center of power by Dolgon, and spent his days at home.

Ran Daishan's father and son were full of red and red flags, seeing that the war in the Central Plains was about to break out, and the Qing Dynasty relied on the children of the Eight Banners to fight the world, all of which were indispensable. For this reason, Dolgon intended to win over Mandahai and let him replace the title of Prince Li.

Mandahai knew that his family was at the bottom of the list, and if he wanted to continue to climb up, he had to help Dolgon. Dolgon has a heart, he has intentions, and the two of them have a good heart, so they don't need to say it explicitly.

Gossiping all the way, Dolgon took Man Dahai into the Wanchun Pavilion and sat down, and the palace people then brought preserved fruit cakes and poured tea and water for the two.

Seeing that there were six more empty cups on the table, Mandahai asked, "Regent, what is this?" ”

Dolgon took a sip of tea, the bitterness of his tongue in exchange for a clear eyebrow, and said lightly: "There are still people coming, we will know later." ”

It didn't take long for Azig to bear the brunt of the attack, and under the guidance of the palace people, he came to Wanchun Pavilion, followed by five people, who were Nikan, the prince of Jin, Bolo, the prince of Duanzhong, Wakda, the king of Doluo County, the king of Chengze County, Shuosai, and Wu Sangui, the king of Pingse.

Everyone saluted Dolgon, sat down in turn, and after drinking tea and exchanging pleasantries, they immediately got to the point.

Dolgon took the lead in speaking: "This king received a letter from the spies yesterday, Jiang Hao made a mess, and the matter of recruiting Datong should be in ruins, in addition, the spies said that they heard about Chongzhen's traces in Datong, what do you think of this matter?" ”

As soon as the word Chongzhen came out, Wu Sangui felt a thrill in his heart, and hurriedly lowered his head to pretend to be tea.

The Xuan War front was in charge of Azig, of course, he spoke first, and Azig paused: "I also received the same news. Then he told everyone the news that his subordinate Manhachi had brought back, which mirrored Dorgon's information.

"So, Chongzhen is not dead?" Nikan questioned.

Bo Luo grabbed the beard and replied, "There is indeed a possibility. ”

For them, the symbolic meaning of Chongzhen is extraordinary, and if they can be persuaded to give way, then the rhetoric against our Qing Dynasty will be self-defeating. Several princes talked to each other, and Wakda, Shuosai, Mandahai, and Wu Sangui listened to themselves, and none of them spoke, which seemed very interesting.

"Whether the news is true or not, this king will change his next plan slightly." Seeing that the time was almost right, Dorgon threw out his thoughts.

"I want to hear about it."

Chongzhen's color head was enough for the Qing Dynasty to slow down the southward offensive and turn around and go westward with all its might. This time, Dolgon decided to personally conquer Datong, assisted by seven people present. After pacifying Datong and stabilizing the logistics line, the troops were immediately divided into three routes, attacking northern Shaanxi all the way, besieging Taiyuan all the way, and finally diverting the route to Henan.

Li Zicheng must be eliminated, this is the consensus of all people here.

"Manchuria is a record of 25 cattle of the white flag, 15 of the white flag, 25 of the red flag, 26 of the red flag, and 15 of the yellow flag."

"Mongolia is the red flag, the yellow flag, the Han army is the yellow flag, the yellow flag, the blue flag, the blue flag, the white flag, the red flag." Dolgon counted all the troops ordered to go out one by one, and the total number of troops in the Eight Banners was more than 90,000, which can be said to be the best of his family.

"That's it, and the army will be drawn in three days." The people had nothing to do, and they were commanded to leave.

Dorgon stood up, admiring the garden, and he was now satisfied.

"Gonghou Garden, it's not good, you go and change the plaque, and it will be called the Imperial Garden in the future."

.........

"Hooray, wake up, wake up."

In his sleep, Chongzhen dreamed that he was soaring in the sky, and the land of Kyushu was united under him, and the people were thriving.

"Long live the lord, long live the lord."

Hearing someone calling for him, Chongzhen opened his eyes, and the peaceful scene suddenly turned into devastation, and the city walls were full of ruins, which was a tragic reality.

He was so tired from the days of fighting that the Qing soldiers retreated, and he fell asleep on the ground, and he did not remove his armor for many days, and the armor and lining had been bonded together, full of peculiar smells.

Wang Chengen saw Chongzhen waking up slowly, hurriedly turned around, turned his back to Chongzhen and said, "Long live Lord, you are sick!" Let the slave carry you back. ”

"What day is this?"

"Master, it's the tenth day."

Hearing Wang Chengen say that he had a fever, Chongzhen pasted it on his forehead with the back of his hand, which was a little hot. My head is dizzy, I can't think of anything, what is the situation of Wang Jinchao now?

Chongzhen thought about it, stood up with the pestle on the ground, and staggered.

"I can't fall, I can't fall....." Chongzhen muttered while looking around, and saw that the people who climbed the wall to defend the city were all people.

He remembered that the war in the north was tight, the Qing army successfully crossed the river, and Wang Jin's army suffered heavy losses in the field battle, so he transferred all the troops in the city out to reinforce, and the people in the city spontaneously defended the city.

"Is the north holding on? Say it! Chongzhen asked anxiously.

"Guard, defend, but the two forts are lost, and Wang Jinchao is holding on to Gudian Town."

Hearing this, Chongzhen took a deep breath, the north wing of Datong is very important, the north side is not guaranteed to the west, and he had made two plans before that.

The first is to follow the plan, stick to Datong to involve the movement of the Qing troops, so as to take the opportunity to go south, even if the war is lost, he has a back hand in killing the tiger, and it is a big deal to retreat into Mongolia with his own people. But if the west side is surrounded, it is impossible to retreat with tens of thousands of people.

It's been ten days, has Jiang Huo arrived as promised, and will Tang Tong come? These unstable factors will affect the final result.

Thinking of this, the oil finally ran out, Chongzhen's eyes were black and slumped to the ground, Wang Chengen protected Chongzhen's body, and shouted to both sides: "Escort!" Escort! ”

In a daze, Chongzhen lay on the stretcher, trying to raise his hand to stop Wang Chengen, he still had something to tell.

"Long live Lord, what are you talking about, the slave can't hear clearly!"

"I ......"