Fan Wencheng, the future founding minister of the Qing Empire.
A Han born in Shenyang Wei, Liaodong Province, three years after the Jin Dynasty conquered Shenyang, he surrendered to Nurhaci along with his brother Fan Wencai.
Later, he followed Nurhaci to capture Liaoyang and Xiping. Although he was only twenty-five years old at this time, he already won Nurhachi's trust.
Seeing Nurhachi asking questions, Fan Wencheng took a few steps forward, raised his hands and said:
"What Sibeile said is absolutely true. There is no need to rush this matter. I think we should first stabilize the Mongolian tribes and then form an alliance with Goryeo. As for Pi Dao Mao Wenlong..."
Having said this, he fell into deep thought. After a moment, he raised his head again and said:
"The best thing to do is to rule it from within the Ming Dynasty!"
"What do you mean by this?"
Nurhachi stared at Fan Wencheng and asked eagerly.
Fan Wencheng paused and explained:
"Pi Island is about eighty miles across the sea from Houjin. Our soldiers are not good at naval warfare and cannot reach us with force. As far as I know, although this thief is unruly, he is loyal to the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, Jin Yin Meiren cannot change her mind, I think that this problem can only be solved by making Ming Dynasty feel dissatisfied with her."
"You mean countermeasures?"
Nurhachi said in surprise.
Fan Wencheng nodded and continued: "Emperor Tianqi is obsessed with carpentry skills, and the eunuch Wei Zhongxian monopolizes power. You might as well start with this person, and you will definitely be rewarded."
"Wei Zhongxian?"
Nurhaci hesitated and asked: "Do you know this person?"
Fan Wencheng was a little proud and sneered: "Does this man know Wang Zhen in the past?"
Nurhaci nodded: "The incident in Tumubao was laughed at by everyone in the world. How could I not know this?"
"That's it."
Fan Wencheng nodded again, "In my opinion, Wei Zhongxian is arrogant and arrogant, greedy for power, and bullies superiors and subordinates. He is worse than Wang Zhen. If this person is the internal culprit, the Ming Dynasty will fall sooner or later."
Seeing Fan Wencheng's confident look, Nurhachi was a little confused and asked:
"How can Mr. Fan know this person so well without leaving home?"
After hearing this, Fan Wencheng showed an unpredictable expression on his face, pointed at Huang Taiji and complimented:
"This is the result of Four Belles."
Hearing this, Nurhachi was even more surprised. He stared at Huang Taiji with an expression of disbelief.
Huang Taiji hurriedly saluted Nurhaci again and said:
"Father Khan and son Chen followed Mr. Fan's suggestion and set up a stick office specifically for collecting intelligence, so they have a very clear understanding of the Ming Dynasty."
"The sticky rod?"
Nurhaci thought for a moment, slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "Is he the stick-sticker you mentioned before?"
Huang Taiji nodded again: "The sticky pole is similar to the Jin Yiwei of the Ming Dynasty. A year ago, I spread our stick stick people all over the Ming Dynasty, so all news about the Ming Dynasty can be quickly spread to Shengjing."
Hearing this, Nurhaci couldn't help but look at Huang Taiji with admiration in his eyes.
In his eyes, his son was not only handsome and handsome, but also dignified in manners. More importantly, Huang Taiji was literate and had a photographic memory. At the age of seven, he had already taken charge of the housekeeping for him, managing the daily affairs of the family and the money income and expenditure in an orderly manner. There is no need for Nurhaci to worry about this at all.
Therefore, in Nurhaci's heart, Huang Taiji is undoubtedly the one he values the most among his sons.
Seeing the way Nurhachi looked at Huang Taiji, Dabeile Daishan couldn't help but snorted and said disdainfully:
"Collecting intelligence is nothing more than sneaky ways."
When Azig heard this, he also shouted: "Warriors don't rely on soldiers to fight to the death, how can we win victory just by relying on gossip?"
Sanbeile Mangguertai was not willing to be left behind at this moment, and stood up and said in a neutral tone:
"The royal guards of the Ming Dynasty have always had a bad reputation. From the officials to the common people, they have complained about them. It is extremely inappropriate for Huang Taiji to set up a sticky pole. Could it be that he wants me, Da Jin Chaogang, to be as filthy as the Ming Dynasty, or is it because Do you think Father Khan is as stupid as Tianqi?"
As he said these words, the entire Dazheng Palace was noisy, and everyone was talking.
Fan Wencheng lowered his head and said nothing. In this case, he would not come forward to express any opinions even to death.
Everyone present knows that there has always been discord between the big Baylors. It's all because you look down on me and I don't like you. Quarrels are common, but they are all Nurhachi's sons after all. It would be a fool to step forward rashly in this situation. Do it!
So even though there was a buzz of discussion in the hall, no one came out to express their opinions.
Nurhachi smiled bitterly in his heart, cleared his throat, waved his hand and said:
"There is no need to discuss this matter any further. Huang Taiji is responsible for the stick-sticking department. Let's be dismissed!"
As this voice fell, everyone exited the Dazheng Hall.
"Azig, how is Dorgon?"
Nurhachi stopped Azig.
Azig turned around and said with a smile: "Father Khan, this boy is thick-skinned. His wounds haven't healed yet, so he took Dodo out to play again."
Nurhaci laughed loudly when he heard this and said as he walked:
"Let's go to Yongfu Palace to see this guy."
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Beijing, Suning Prefecture.
Wei Zhongxian suddenly sneezed several times. He sniffed and muttered:
"Which son of a bitch is talking about me?"
In the Battle of Guangning, the Ming army was defeated. This news shocked the entire Ming court. After a burst of rage, Emperor Tianqi went back to tinkering with his carpenter's work.
Wei Zhongxian had a headache. He patted his forehead and said to himself:
"Your Majesty, if you continue to play like this, you will finish this Ming Dynasty!"
He was really helpless. It was rumored that he was nine thousand years old and proud of his favor, but who could understand the real pain in his heart?
Houjin Nurhaci's power has grown day by day. From a small fight at the beginning to a large-scale invasion today, it has become a worry for the Ming Dynasty.
Peasant uprisings broke out from time to time within the Ming Dynasty. The gang of bastards of the Donglin Party only knew how to fight for power and profit. Coupled with the constant natural disasters over the years, the entire Ming Dynasty looked like a giant, but in fact it was already extremely weak.
To put it bluntly, he, Wei Zhongxian, was an eunuch who didn't even know a few Chinese characters. It was really difficult for him to shoulder this responsibility.
But what can be done?
He is Eunuch Bingbi, the Superintendent of Ceremonies, the most trusted minister of the emperor, and a nine-thousand-year-old in the eyes of everyone.
The emperor can strike, but he cannot!
So he can only persist and try his best to do things that he thinks are right. Even though some things are not really right, he still has to do them.
"Sun Chengzong!"
Wei Zhongxian muttered the name in a low voice and paced back and forth in the study. The man with a strange appearance and a beard like a halberd appeared in his mind again.
In the early morning of the day, someone once again proposed that Sun Chengzong should be appointed as Minister of War to take charge of the defense of Liaodong. This matter had been proposed by Fang Zhenru, the censor, as early as last year. At that time, the ministers in the court thought that this person was knowledgeable in military matters, and immediately seconded the proposal.
But this person was a standard Donglin Party member, so Wei Zhongxian naturally refused, so he persuaded Emperor Tianqi not to agree because he could not bear to leave the lecture.
Now that the old matter was brought up again, Wei Zhongxian had to weigh it carefully again.
After a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind, stamped his feet, and murmured in a low voice:
"It's useless to have a 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 minister of the Ministry of Rites and the teacher of Emperor Tianqi. His life was quite leisurely, but unexpectedly, at the court meeting today, someone brought up old matters again and proposed that he be appointed Minister of War. Taking charge of Liaodong's defense caught him a little off guard.
Everyone knows that in the Ming Dynasty, Wei Zhongxian and the Donglin Party are on the same page. Under such circumstances, how could Wei Zhongxian let him take up such an important position?
"But if you don't let me go, then who can your Majesty send?"
He was thinking in his mind, looking worried.
At this moment, a servant came to report that the 9,000-year-old Wei Zhongxian came to visit.
"Wei Zhongxian?"
Sun Chengzong was surprised and said, "Why did he come to me?"
