Fan Wencheng, the founding minister of the future Qing Empire.

Born in Shenyangwei, Liaodong, the Han Chinese, the Mandate of Heaven was three years, and the Later Jin conquered Shenyang, and returned to Nurhachi with his brother Fan Wencai.

Later, he followed Nurhachi to capture Liaoyang and Xiping, although he was only twenty-five years old at this time, he had already won Nurhachi's trust.

Seeing Nurhachi asking, Fan Wencheng took a few steps forward and said:

"What Sibeile said is that this matter should not be rushed, and the minister thinks that he should first stabilize the Mongol tribes, and then form an alliance with Goryeo, as for Phi Island Mao Wenlong......"

At this point, he fell into deep thought, and after a moment he looked up again and said:

"It should be governed from within the Ming Dynasty!"

"What do you mean by that?"

Nurhachi stared at Fan Wencheng and asked with some eagerness.

Fan Wencheng paused and explained:

"Phi Island and my Houjin across the sea, about eighty miles, our soldiers are not good at naval warfare, force can not reach, according to the minister, although this thief is unruly, but loyal to the Ming Dynasty, so the gold and silver beauties can not move their minds, the minister thinks, can only make the Ming Dynasty suspicious of it, in order to solve this problem."

"You mean the other way around?"

Nurhachi was taken aback.

Fan Wencheng nodded, and then said: "The Emperor of the Apocalypse is obsessed with carpentry craftsmanship, and the eunuch Wei Zhongxian has the sole power, so you might as well start with this person, and you will definitely be rewarded." ”

"Wei Zhongxian?"

Nurhachi asked, "Do you know this person?" ”

Fan Wencheng was a little proud, and sneered: "Can the big man know Wang Zhen in the past? ”

Nurhachi nodded: "The change of the civil fort is a joke in the world, how can Ben Khan not know." ”

"That's it."

Fan Wencheng nodded again, "From the courtier's point of view, Wei Zhongxian is arrogant and arrogant, greedy for power, bullying superiors and subordinates, and Yu Wang Zhen is no less, if there is this person as an internal response, the Ming Dynasty will die sooner or later." ”

Looking at Fan Wencheng's conclusive look, Nurhachi was a little puzzled and asked:

"Mr. Fan doesn't leave the house, how can he know this person so well."

Hearing this, Fan Wencheng showed an unfathomable expression on his face, pointed at Huang Taiji and complimented:

"This is the work of the Four Baylors."

Hearing this, Nurhachi was even more surprised, and he stared at Huang Taiji, revealing an expression of disbelief.

Huang Taiji hurriedly saluted Nurhachi again and said:

"Father Khan, according to Mr. Fan's suggestion, the son set up a sticky pole to collect intelligence, so I have a very clear understanding of Daming."

"Sticky pole?"

Nurhachi thought for a moment, patted his forehead and smiled: "Could it be the sticky man you said before?" ”

Huang Taiji nodded again: "The sticky rod is similar to the brocade guard of the Ming Dynasty, a year ago, I have spread our sticky rod people all over the Ming Dynasty, so all the news of the Ming Dynasty can be quickly transmitted to Shengjing." ”

Hearing this, Nurhachi's eyes as he looked at Huang Taiji couldn't help but be full of appreciation.

In his eyes, his son is not only clear-eyed, but also dignified, and more importantly, Huang Taiji is literate, and he never forgets, at the age of seven, he has presided over the housekeeping for himself, and manages the daily affairs of the family, money and property in an orderly manner, and there is no need for Nurhachi to worry about this.

Therefore, in Nurhachi's heart, Huang Taiji is undoubtedly the most valued of his sons.

Seeing Nurhachi's eyes looking at Huang Taiji, Da Bel Daishan couldn't help but snort coldly and said disdainfully:

"What kind of intelligence gathering is nothing more than those gossip that steals chickens and dogs."

When Azig on the side heard this, he also shouted: "Fighting a war doesn't depend on the soldiers fighting to the death, can it be won by relying on those gossip?" ”

Sanbeile Mang Gurtai was not willing to fall at this moment, and stood up and said:

"The brocade guards of the Ming Dynasty are known for their notoriety, from the hundreds of officials to the common people, and they are all complaining about it, and it is extremely inappropriate for Huang Taiji to set up a sticky pole, do you want my Dajin Dynasty to be as filthy as the Ming Dynasty, or do you think that my father Khan is also as mediocre as the apocalypse?"

As his words fell, the entire hall was noisy, and everyone was talking.

Fan Wencheng bowed his head and was silent, in this case, he would not come forward to express any opinions.

Everyone present knows that there has always been no harmony between the several big Baylors, you look down on me, I don't like you, and quarrels are common, but after all, they are all Nurhachi's sons, and in this case, a fool will do this!

So despite the buzz and noise in the hall, no one came out to express their opinions.

Nurhachi smiled bitterly in his heart, he cleared his throat, waved his hand and said:

"There is no need to discuss this matter again, Huang Taiji is responsible for the matter of sticking the rod, let's disperse!"

As this voice fell, everyone withdrew from the main hall.

"Azig, how is Dolgon?"

Nurhachi called out to Azig.

Azig turned around and smiled: "Back to Father Khan, this kid is solid, and the wound is not yet healed, so he ran out to play with Duoduo again." ”

Nurhachi laughed when he heard this, and said as he walked:

"Let's go, go to Yongfu Palace to see this kid."

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Beijing, Suning Mansion.

Wei Zhongxian suddenly sneezed a few times, he sniffed, and muttered:

"Which turtle son is talking about Lao Tzu?"

In the battle of Guangning, the Ming army was defeated, and this news shook the entire Ming court, and the Emperor of the Apocalypse went to tinker with his carpenter work after a burst of thunder.

Wei Zhongxian had a headache, he patted his forehead and said to himself:

"Your Majesty, if you continue to play like this, this Da Ming will be finished by you!"

He is really a little helpless, it is rumored that he is 9,000 years old and arrogant, but who can understand the real pain in his heart?

Later, Jin Nurhachi's power grew stronger and stronger, from the small fight at the beginning to the large-scale invasion now, which has become a problem for the Ming Dynasty.

From time to time, the peasant uprisings within the Ming Dynasty, what are the rabbit cubs of the Donglin Party doing, they know that they are fighting for power and profit, coupled with the continuous natural disasters over the years, the whole Ming Dynasty looks like a giant, but in fact it is already extremely weak.

To put it bluntly, he Wei Zhongxian is a eunuch, and he doesn't even know a few big characters, so it is really a bit difficult for him to pick up this burden.

But what can be done?

He is the eunuch of the celebrant and the eunuch of Bingbi, the emperor's most trusted courtier, and he is nine thousand years old in the eyes of everyone.

The emperor can strike, but he can't!

So he can only persevere, he can only do as much as possible to do some things that he thinks are right, even though some things are not really right, he still has to do it.

"Sun Chengzong!"

Wei Zhongxian whispered the name, pacing back and forth in the study, and the man with a strange appearance and a halberd appeared in his mind again.

In the early days of the dynasty, someone once again proposed to let Sun Chengzong serve as the secretary of the military department and preside over the defense of Liaodong, which was proposed by the imperial historian Fang Zhenru as early as last year, and the ministers of the court and China at that time thought that this person was familiar with military affairs, and immediately seconded the proposal.

But this person was a standard Donglin Party member, Wei Zhongxian naturally refused, so he asked the Emperor of the Apocalypse to refuse to agree on the grounds that he couldn't bear to leave the podium.

Now that the old matter is brought up again, Wei Zhongxian has to weigh it carefully again.

After a moment, as if with great determination, he stamped his foot and muttered in a low voice:

"It's a fart for your face!"

After saying this, Wei Zhongxian hurriedly walked out of the study.

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At this time, Sun Chengzong was sitting at home drinking tea, he was the right attendant of the Ministry of Rites, and the teacher of the Emperor of the Apocalypse, the days were quite leisurely, but unexpectedly above today's court meeting, someone brought up the old matter again, and proposed to let him be the secretary of the military department and preside over the defense of Liaodong, which caught him off guard.

Everyone knows that in the current Ming court, Wei Zhongxian and the Donglin Party are on the same page, in this case, how can Wei Zhongxian let him take such an important position?

"But if you don't let me go, then who can Your Majesty send?"

He thought to himself, looking worried.

At this moment, the next person came to report, saying that the nine-thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian came to visit.

"Wei Zhongxian?"

Sun Chengzong was surprised: "What did he come to me for?" ”