"Emperor, the emperor, it's all the old minister's fault, it's all the old minister's fault. If the old minister is guilty, then the old minister is guilty..."

Wu Sangui came to Hong Chengchou's official residence. Not long after entering the front yard, he heard Hong Chengchou's crying in the room. There was even more white and cold white, making his scalp numb, as if Hong Chengchou was crying for Emperor Chongzhen.

"Ping Xibo, please wait a moment, the younger one will go and report it to you immediately."

The servant who led the way did not dare to neglect Wu Sangui, so he hurried in to report.

Wu Sangui looked at Hong Chengchou's decoration and couldn't help but glance at the corner of his mouth. Old guy, this is really fucking good at playing.

However, Hong Chengchou's appearance made Wu Sangui feel more at ease.

Otherwise, once Hong Chengchou is ignorant and wants to play the game, there will definitely be a battle between the two sides in Ningyuan City.

Although Hong Chengchou personally led the Qin army at this time, there were only 6,700,700,700,800 people, and their equipment training was not weak. Even if Wu Sangui wanted to eat them, he had to work hard.

Especially, once he eats Hong Chengchou, it is unreasonable in theory, and he doesn't know how much time and energy he has to spend to wash his hair.

And if Hong Chengchou, the big head, was facing the front, Wu Sangui would undoubtedly have more room for him in all aspects.

"Ping Xibo, please come here."

While he was thinking, the servant's voice brought Wu Sangui back to his senses. Wu Sangui hurriedly nodded at him and followed him into the room.

"Wuwuwu, Changbo, it's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I could have hit the Tartars early and go to the capital to serve the king, how could it be..."

Hong Chengchou was wearing slaughter and filial piety. When he saw Wu Sangui, Lao Zhao couldn't help but cry even more fiercely, and Taotao cried.

But Wu Sangui is not an ordinary person, and tears rolled down for a moment: "Supervisor, you must cherish your body. The Tartars are still at our doorstep. If you collapse, tens of thousands of men and hundreds of thousands of people in Guanning will be completely finished..."

The two of them hugged their heads and cried for a long time before they gradually calmed down. Wu Sangui also expressed his intention.

"Dashunchao?"

"No! How can this work?"

"Changbo, isn't this acknowledging the thief as his father? They just forced the emperor to death! No, no, absolutely not! As a minister of the Ming Dynasty, we should share our worries for the king..."

Hong Chengchou immediately shook his head like a rattle, looking so arrogant and decisive.

Wu Sangui couldn't help but curse in his heart, but at this time he still needed Hong Chengchou, so he could only hold it back and said with tears: "Supervisor, things should naturally be like this, but the situation in our Liao area is different! If there is no support from the court, will we fall into the hands of a foreign race? Supervisor, what is the nature of the Tartars? You know, please ask the Supervisor to make plans for the people and for my Chinese plan..."

At the end, Wu Sangui knelt directly in front of Hong Chengchou, and with his identity as Ping Xibo, he never needed to do this.

"This, this, hey..."

Seeing that the time was almost over, Hong Chengchou sighed and said, "Changbo, how much food and salary is the new dynasty willing to provide to my Guanning?"

Wu Sangui couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Twenty-five thousand taels."

Hong Chengchou's expression was slightly slower.

But Wu Sangui continued, "The governor, this 250,000 taels are not only for us, but for all the tribes in western Liaoning."

"What? This..."

Even Hong Chengchou was a little confused for a moment.

What's the meaning?

Two hundred and fifty thousand taels are all divided?

Even if he can take advantage of his advantage, there are five or six generals of Liao Diguang at this time. What kind of deputy generals and a large number of generals, how many can they be divided into him?

The key is that the world is already in chaos at this time, and there is no money or food. So how can I play in the future?

"Governor, you understand the low-ranking position. If possible, the low-ranking position will definitely fight the life and death with the Tartars, but at this time..."

Wu Sangui sighed and covered his face and cried.

How could Hong Chengchou not understand Wu Sangui’s thoughts? Although his face pretended to be sad, his consciousness was busy making him calmer.

That

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In fact, if there is a choice, Hong Chengchou would definitely not be willing to vote for Dashun Dynasty. After all, once he voted, he would have to ask for the reputation of "Terrand Minister".

But reality made him choose.

Although Xu Changqing rescued the crown prince Zhu Cilang at this time, Nanjing and Jiangnan still remained, they must have no idea what to do at this time, but they were facing such a huge offensive by the Tartars at this time.

If you are not careful about this thing, you will have to finish it all.

It is impossible for the Tartars to let them be free.

Only Dashunchao, who had just captured the capital, has the ability to transfusion blood to Guanning.

But now Dashunchao's attitude...

After pondering for a long time, Hong Chengchou sighed and said, "Changbo, don't be anxious about this matter. We certainly want to guard the Han family, but I will be a minister of the Ming Dynasty at this time, or should I be a little patient and make a decision after contacting the court."

...

After leaving Hong Chengchou's official residence, Wu Sangui couldn't help but spat in his heart, "Old Fox", but there was nothing he could do for the moment.

Hong Chengchou is the Governor of Ji Liao, and it is true that the highest commander in this area is currently in existence.

But at this time, Bai Guangen had surrendered, Jizhen was abandoned, and the Qing army cut off all parts of the Ming army. He could give up his hand, and it was openly put.

Even though Wu Sangui is very confident in his ability, he is not very sure of playing Hong Chengchou in this game.

But Ningyuan City's defense was in his hands at this time...

Returning to his official hall, he waved his hand and turned away everyone. Wu Sangui carefully took out the letter Xu Changqing gave him.

In fact, he had received Xu Changqing's letter, but he had never replied, and had never thought about how to reply...

Xu Changqing's letter was simple and clear. The capital was lost and the emperor died for his country. He told him that Wu Sangui would think twice before he could act, and put the overall situation first.

Between Xu Changqing, Wu Sangui obviously no longer has to be as hypocritical as Hong Chengchou, but it is precisely because of Xu Changqing's "open style" that he has no confidence in his heart...

To put it bluntly, although he and Xu Changqing are in-laws and have good personal relationships, what is this really the case?

Not to mention, Wu Sangui has actually been living in the shadow of Xu Changqing, so how can he not want to prove his abilities?

"Why."

Thinking of this, Wu Sangui couldn't help but sigh deeply, put away Xu Changqing's letter, but still couldn't figure out how to reply.

At this time, a confidant soldier suddenly reported respectfully outside the door: "Shuai Ye, that Fan Wen Cheng Fan is here again..."

"Um?"

Wu Sangui was clever and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but for a moment, he hesitated and said for a while, "Come in quickly, I'll clean up and go see him immediately."

"yes……"

...

During the entanglement, another three days passed.

At this time, the Model Army had entered Ningjin and was about to enter the mountainous areas in northern Shandong. Not only did it reach the territory controlled by the Model Army, but it also escaped from the dangerous area surrounded by the migrant cavalry.

This made everyone in the team feel very good. The long-lost smiles and hopes for the future all appeared on people's faces.

Although the communication was lagging behind during this period, Xu Changqing still got some news from western Liaoning and the capital respectively.

As expected, the darkest moment before dawn had entered, and the demons were dancing!

Xu Changqing was too lazy to pay attention to this and didn't want to pay attention to it anymore.

Pandora's box has been opened, and the demons in everyone's hearts have been gradually released. Xu Changqing cannot change anything at this time, so how can he be himself?

"Boy Zhongyi, you are about to enter Shandong Zuohui. What are you thinking about the emperor's coffin?"

In the evening, the large group of people finally entered the mountainous area. The main core led by Xu Changqing set up camp in a valley. Xu Changqing has been able to walk in the fields these days, but Xu Changqing was about to go to the campfire to roast the fire. After adapting, Li Banghua came up like a ghost.

At this point, Xu Changqing was really a little scared of this master.

It's a bit like... I met my class teacher in elementary school, how old is he

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Again...

"Uh, Lord Li, have you adapted recently? How about it, can you stand your body?"

Xu Changqing did not answer the question directly, but instead smiled and changed the topic.

no way.

When encountering such an old stubborn person, Xu Changqing still has many places to rely on him, and he can only hold on and coax him.

"Boy Zhongyi, I am very nice. I want to know now, what do you want to arrange for the emperor's coffin and the prince?"

Li Banghua obviously didn't want to give Xu Changqing a face, so he directly hit Xu Changqing's face.

"Mr. Li, Changqing has no idea about this matter for a while. I wonder what Lord Li thinks about it?"

Xu Changqing didn't want to tear her face, and didn't want to use those methods that could not be put on the table to deal with Li Banghua. So he first agreed and explored the old stubborn idea.

Li Banghua was old and did not expect that Xu Changqing's thinking was so detached, and he actually kicked the ball to him again, and he was also a little stunned.

After all, this matter was a bit too big, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense.
To be continued...