"You should understand that when you decide to surrender, you have no way out," Nurha, holding on to his chair with both hands, slowly got up, and walked down the jade steps with the support of the palace maid.

Hearing Nurhachi's words, Mao Wenlong lowered his head and said in a low voice: "If what the Great Khan wants is Wang Qi's head, then there is nothing I can do. ”

The whole of Liaodong knew how much Nurhachi wanted Wang Qi to die.

But he, Mao Wenlong, has never even seen Wang Qi's face.

Although he started with Wang Qi's uncle Wang Huazhen, in recent years, since he landed on Phi Island, he has been the governor of Denglai, Yuan Keli, who has been in contact with him, and the court's salary, grain, and will have arrived at Phi Island through Denglai and the Jiaodong Peninsula.

As if feeling Nurhachi's scrutinizing gaze, the corners of Mao Wenlong's mouth moved slightly: "Great Khan, why not change the angle?" ”

"Huh?" Nurha's red eyes narrowed slightly, looking down at Mao Wenlong.

"If you want to kill Wang Qi, you can't do it for the time being, but Liaodong is not up to him Wang Qi alone."

Mao Wenlong actually saw it very clearly, Da Ming never perished because of the strength of his opponent, but because he had too many pig teammates within himself, which led to his own internal collapse.

Donglin, Si Lijian, Zhejiang Party, Chu Party, local gentry forces, clan forces, merchant interest groups, the Ming Dynasty has reached a critical point of internal expansion, and only a little contradiction from the outside is needed, and this critical point can be reached in advance, which can make the internal explosion directly.

Han died strongly,

Zeming died in internal fighting.

"You mean Liaodong, it's not monolith," Nurhachi paced slowly in the main hall, obviously Mao Wenlong had some reminder of it.

"The slave thinks," Fan Wencheng bowed forward: "You can start with Uncle Wang Qi, Wang Huazhen!" ”

Wang Huazhen?

Fan Wencheng's words made Mao Wenlong's brows move slightly, and his eyes shrank.

"Go on!" Nurhachi stretched out his hand and nodded Fan Wencheng.

"Wang Huazhen, who is currently the political envoy of the Ming Dynasty in Shandong, has two identities, for me, I can use it!" Fan Wencheng is obviously very aware of the factional struggle within the Ming Dynasty and the tendency of partisanship: "First of all, Mao Wenlong met his benefactor for Wang Huazhen, if I used a counter-plot to use Mao Shuai to make the Ming court guilty of Wang Huazhen, and secondly, Wang Huazhen was Wang Qi's uncle and moved Wang Huazhen, it would definitely be able to attract Wang Qi to enter, and Wang Qi would enter, then those Donglin literati in the Southern Dynasty would not let go of this opportunity to overthrow Wang Qi!" This is killing three birds with one stone! ”

Ming Ting, Liaodong, Wang Qi!

Behind Nurha's bare hands, the entrance of the main hall was sprinkled with the afterglow of the setting sun at this time, making it seem to be bathed in golden holy light: "This matter, Fan Wencheng, Mang Gurtai, you two go and do it!" ”

"The slave (son) commands!"

"Mao Wenlong," Nurhachi didn't move, still looking at the blazing sunlight, and his tone became cold.

"Great Khan, you ......" Mao Wenlong still couldn't take the word slave as his own name, licking the master's feet like a dog.

"This matter, if you can handle it well, Ming Tingling will not be able to go back, but in my Dajin, you can still continue to be your chief military officer in southern Liaoning, and you will still lead the original team! Ben Khan named you the first banner master of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty! ”

"Great Khan," Mao Wenlong's body stiffened, if he could continue to be in charge of the soldiers and horses, and continue to be his soil emperor in southern Liaoning, there was no big difference between his actual loyalty and to whom he was loyal to someone like Mao Wenlong: "Wenlong's liver and brain are smeared, and he will die for the Great Khan!! ”

"You can discuss the specific matters by yourself, and finally report the plan to Ben Khan, and you can retreat!" When people are old, their energy is naturally low, and they have just experienced the pain of losing their children, and they can stick to state affairs, and Nurhachi can already be called a hero.

"The retainer (minion) retires!"

After a while, Mang Gurtai, Fan Wencheng, and Mao Wenlong slowly retreated.

The Shenyang City Hall had just been repaired, the steps outside the hall were not smooth, and there were even a few places where corners and stone slabs were missing, Mao Wenlong lowered his head and followed behind Fan Wencheng and Mang Gurtai, counting the number of stone slabs, while thinking about Fan Wencheng's words.

Killing three birds with one stone?

So what is your role in this?

"Master Mao," Fan Wencheng had already stood up, standing side by side with Mang Gurtai, and looked back at Mao Wenlong.

With a click, Mao Wenlong paused, raised his head and stood opposite the two people in the backlight of the daylight, the expressions of the faces of the two were not very clear, but the tone was full of condescension.

"From tomorrow, I will arrange a private house for you, in the northwest of Shenyang City, where it is sparsely populated and much more secluded, all the letters and notes of the Ming Court in the past that exist in your mansion, as well as all kinds of grain and grass and military exchange books, all need to be handed over to me, and where you need to sign and draw, someone will look for you, understand?"

"House arrest?" Mao Wenlong squinted, Nurhachi didn't say that.

"No," Fan Wencheng smiled: "It's for the sake of safety, when things are almost done, you can come and go freely!" ”

Compared with Fan Wencheng's crepe words, Mang Gurtai is much more arrogant: "You can do whatever this king needs you, you must have the duty of a slave to be a slave, don't think all day long that you can be the chief military officer of your Phi Island." ”

After saying that, Mang Gurtai snorted coldly, his eyes were full of mockery, and he ignored Mao Wenlong's reaction, and turned to leave.

Only Fan Wencheng and Mao Wenlong were left again.

"Hehe, don't worry about Mao Shuai, Sanbeile is such a temper," Fan Wencheng looked at Mao Wenlong, all of whom were Han, so they were naturally closer relatives.

Historically, Mang Gurtai and Huang Taiji competed for the throne, and were finally defeated by Huang Taiji, missing the opportunity to ascend to the Great Treasure, among which Mang Gurtai's tyrannical temperament is an important reason for his disadvantage.

Mao Wenlong looked at Fan Wencheng, who had lowered his eyebrows and had no bones, and did not answer, but said: "Fan Daren, the word slave, how did you say it?" ”

In the Ming court, civil and military officials all claimed to be ministers, and there was a clear division from the emperor's family slaves.

He Mao Wenlong said that Ming Court had two mental arithmetic, but now he has an extremely strong resistance to calling himself a slave.

"Mao Shuai," Fan Wencheng didn't have any anger because of Mao Wenlong's mockery, but said lightly:

"I have read the books of sages for twenty years, praised the emperor of the court for twenty years, and what did I get in the end? You should know, what kind of bleak situation was Liaodong at that time, everyone was livestock, Yingye white bones, and lived half a point better than a slave? Sometimes, it's okay to lie to others, don't lie to yourself. ”

In the face of Mao Wenlong's silence, Fan Wencheng smiled, seemed very indifferent, and continued: "Today, the Ming Emperor rules the world with domestic slaves, and you civil and military officials are half a point stronger than domestic slaves?" ”

"Think for yourself, sometimes, people have to comfort themselves, why are you so obsessed with a word or two?" Fan Wencheng stretched out his hand and patted Mao Wenlong's shoulder, then arched his hand and slowly left.

In the end, only Mao Wenlong was left alone in the sunset, and he didn't move for a long time.