In Shengjing City, there is a golden tent of sweat.
Completely unaware that his humerus heart Liu Xuan was working hard for his physical body, Yang Fan was playing the role of Shuerhaqi honestly at this moment.
I don't know what considerations Nurhachi had, but he didn't kill him as Yang Fan expected.
Instead, some of his military power was restored, allowing him to improve all defenses in Shengjing City, assume a position similar to that of the Nine Admirals, and become the commander of the five battalions of infantry in Shengjing City!
"This is quite strange!"
Yang Fan touched his chin, somewhat unable to figure out the other person's thoughts.
If he had murderous intentions before because he had both ends of the head, jumped left and right, and planned to be a fence-sitting faction, but now he is being reused, is it because the shamanism has been eliminated, so he has changed his mind directly?
Of course, if it weren't for the moonmark mark given by Chen Yuan's eldest wife, Yang Fan might have retreated long ago.
But now, Yang Fan, who feels that he is quite in line with "Water Virtue" and "Moon Power", seems to feel that the Qing Dynasty should belong to him. How could he be willing to leave?
"A horse should be killed if he rides in the street!"
"If you disrupt the market, you should be killed!"
"Bullying men and dominating women should be killed!"
"..."
Therefore, Yang Fan has been treating Shengjing City as his own territory these days, and almost no one who falls into his hands can leave with a breath!
No matter whether they are wealthy or noble, they want to take a detour after seeing him.
It's approaching noon.
Yang Daguan, who was walking the bird in a cage, was walking on the street. A group of tough soldiers like tigers and wolves were guarding him on the left and right. From a distance, he could see many people heading out of the city.
"Why do so many people go outside the city?"
Yang Fan looked at his men.
"Replying to the prince, it's the two Belles who have returned from the front line. I'm afraid these people are here to watch the excitement."
The subordinate glanced at his master and added disdainfully, "We have obviously suffered a defeat, but this makes it seem like a great victory! If the prince goes on an expedition, I'm afraid you will lead your army into the capital of Ming Dynasty!"
Yang Fan glanced at him: "Leading the army into the capital of Ming Dynasty? Do you want to blame me for not dying fast enough?"
"Ouch!"
The subordinate's expression changed, knowing that he had flattered the horse's legs, he quickly knelt down on the ground, gave himself a hard slap, and said quickly, "You damn boy, your mouth is innocent, my lord, please forgive me!"
"Get up!"
Yang Fan waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Lead the way, just in time to join in the fun! Your Majesty, I am responsible for the defense of the city. With so many people gathering, what should I do if something goes wrong!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The men quickly got up and, with the red marks on their faces, led the way.
Soon, the group arrived outside the city.
At this time, a welcoming formation had been set up outside the city, and palace lanterns and dragon flags had been lined up. It looked quite large, and many people looked towards the distance.
Yang Fan glanced at the palace lanterns and dragon flags and narrowed his eyes.
For dynasties of all dynasties, military service and sacrifice were important events.
Rong means to use soldiers.
In the Qing Dynasty, especially when Baylor, a nobleman with military power, went on an expedition and returned to the court, many etiquette arrangements were also regulated.
What music to play, what songs to sing, how many dragon flags to fly, how many palace lanterns to light, etc. are all governed by etiquette.
If unethical etiquette is used, not only the officials of the Ministry of Rites responsible for the etiquette, but also the military nobles who received the etiquette will be punished.
It can range from reducing power to questioning, but it can lead to the death of someone.
Soon, Yang Fan saw Dai Shan and Huang Taiji returning to the court from a distance.
However, the expressions of the two of them were not very good-looking.
Especially Daishan, whose face was always gloomy.
Although it was due to the rebellion of the shamanistic gods, many divinely chosen warriors and Batulu-level experts on the front line lost their strength, which led to the defeat.
However, a defeat is a defeat.
As Nurhaci's personally recognized successor, Daishan's defeat will undoubtedly weaken his prestige, and there is no guarantee that his brothers will not be tempted to take action again because of this.
Of course, there was another reason why he was unhappy, and that was the promise made by the high priest.
As soon as the promise was made, the person disappeared.
Daishan even suspected that the high priest was risking his life to tease him.
"Second brother, uncle is also over there."
At this time, Huang Taiji secretly pointed in a certain direction, and then whispered in Daishan's ear, "I heard that my uncle has been restored to some power by Father Khan these days, and now he has taken control of the defense of Shengjing City."
"The defense of Shengjing City."
Daishan's heart trembled.
Shengjing City is the current capital of the Qing Dynasty. Although these princes and elder brothers hold real power, their troops and horses are all in various camps outside Shengjing City.
And whoever can control the defense of Shengjing City can call on the five battalions of the Forbidden Army in the city. Once the Great Khan has an accident, his role will undoubtedly be revealed!
Of course, Daishan didn't reveal much on the surface, and said calmly: "My uncle and my father are back on good terms, and we, as nephews, should also be happy!"
"Yes, yes!"
Huang Taiji echoed twice and retreated to the back.
However, when he looked at Dai Shan's back, an unnoticed sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"This Huang Taiji..."
Yang Fan's attention was basically focused on the other party.
At this moment, Huang Taiji was inconspicuous, just following Daishan, looking like he was hardworking and willing to be driven, without any hint of ambition.
But Yang Fan, who was familiar with the history of his previous life, knew that after Nurhachi's death, it would not be Daishan who would succeed the Great Khan, but Huang Taiji!
Especially when the other party pointed secretly in front of Daishan just now, he must have no good intentions!
Yang Fan sneered in his heart, and then ordered: "Go and call Amin over!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The men immediately got into the crowd.
Not long after, Amin, who had not yet started the ceremony, walked out of the crowd, came to Yang Fan, and asked, "Amma, why are you here?"
Yang Fan glanced at Amin.
These days, especially after he was given the task of commanding the defense of Shengjing City by Nurhaci, his cheap son came to visit more and more attentively, showing his utmost concern and meticulous care.
Even the money for Yang Fan to walk the bird in the cage and listen to music on the hook was paid on his behalf.
"Come join in the fun."
Yang Fan said calmly, "This ceremony is quite boring!"
Amin smiled and said, "What does this mean, Ama?"
"Look, there are too few palace lanterns hanging there. There must be at least twelve!"
Yang Fan glanced at Amin, and with a thought in his heart, he said: "The dragon flags are not enough, let's play a few more! Also, what kind of music is this? It sounds too dull! I was in the Khan's Golden Tent the day before yesterday The Changchun Pavilion imperial music I listened to here is very good, so I’ll play this one!”
Amin was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something, his eyes lit up, and he quickly said: "Yes, Ama is right, let's make arrangements now!"
Soon, he ran back.
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