When the Ming army entered Shandong and arrived in Linqing, Fan Wencheng, who was in the capital of Dongqing, immediately received news.

At this time, near Fengtai Camp, outside the Nanyuan hunting ground, Fan Wencheng, an old minister of the three Qing dynasties, stood alone outside the camp.

Fan Wencheng seemed to have grown ten years old, his eyebrows and beard were all white, like a poor old man, waiting for Ajige's summons.

At this time, an eunuch came out, "Sir Fan, let's join the camp with the slave."

Fan Wencheng asked: "Have the emperor been in Nanyuan recently?"

Since the news of the fall of Xuzhou came, Ajige did not go to court and had been hunting in Nanyuan.

Fan Wencheng met several times. Every time Ajige was drunk and hunting with the Manchu nobles, and seemed to not take the Ming army to heart.

The eunuch said, "The emperor summoned the royal family to drink and hunt every day."

Fan Wencheng felt even more melancholy, "Oh, I'm a good father-in-law leading the way."

At this time, Fan Wencheng followed the eunuch into the camp and walked into the tent. Ajige was drinking with several generals.

"Mr. Fan is here!" Ajige saw Fan Wencheng coming in and said with a smile: "Come here, prepare wine for Mr. Fan."

When Fan Wencheng saw a scene, he couldn't help but frown, knelt down and kowtow tremblingly, "Your Majesty, I have something to report on important matters!"

Ajig's smile gradually stopped, his cheeks swelled, his eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand and laughed: "You retreat first, and continue hunting with me tomorrow!"

When many Manchu nobles heard the words, they stood up one after another, bowed out of the tent.

At this time, Ajige said with a gloomy face: "Tell me! Is Zhao Zamao going north?"

Fan Wencheng kowtowed and said, "The Emperor, the entire territory of Shandong, has fallen into the hands of the Ming army."

Ajig's face was as deep as water. He suddenly picked up the dagger, cut a large piece of bloody fat, put it into his mouth, and chewed it.

Fan Wencheng lowered his head and persuaded: "Your Majesty, I'm so brave. Please ask the emperor to submit to the Ming Dynasty!"

Before Ajige chewed a few bites, he swallowed the meat and said hideously: "Hmph! Aisin Jueluo, since Taizu raised his army, he will not surrender to any barbarians. Besides, do you think that if I surrender, Zhao Zamao will let the Qing Dynasty go?"

The Xuzhou Corps was almost destroyed, and the Qing Dynasty was no longer able to fight the Ming Dynasty.

At this time, Ajige was still unwilling to give up the glory of the people and his pitiful face.

Seeing Ajige insisting, Fan Wencheng could only say: "Emperor, the main force of the Ming army has arrived in Linqing. Within half a month, the troops will definitely come to the capital. Please ask the emperor to end the hunting."

Ajige cut the flesh with a knife, "Zhao Zamao brought everyone. As the lord of the Qing Dynasty, if I was afraid, the generals below would be even more uneasy. Mr. Fan, don't worry, I am in good condition. When Zhao Zamao stepped into Zhili, I will return to Beijing."

After saying that, Ajige stuffed another piece of fat into his mouth. In just a few months, Ajige had grown to more than 200 kilograms.

Fan Wencheng raised his head and looked at Ajige's confident appearance, but he was still worried.

Azig waved his hand in a bad mood: "You go back!"

Fan Wencheng withdrew from the big tent and stood outside the camp and sighed.

"Master Fan!" A voice rang behind him.

Fan Wencheng turned around and found that it was the crown prince Boleh, so he quickly beat Qian'er, "I wish you a blessing to the prince."

"No gift!" Bolehe looked melancholy, "Where does Mr. Fan meet the emperor?"

Fan Wencheng nodded, "I just came out of the big tent."

Bolech walked over, approached Fan Wencheng, and lowered his voice: "Sir Fan, don't be deceived by the emperor."

Fan Wencheng couldn't help but ask: "Why did the prince say this?"

Bolehe's eyes were deep and his face was melancholy, "The emperor's daily hunting days seem to be confident and does not take Zhao Zamao seriously. He also often tells everyone that he once defeated Zhao Zamao in Jiangbei and almost killed Zhao Zamao, so that everyone would not have to worry. But the prince knew that the emperor was not so calm at all. Since the fall of Xuzhou, the emperor has not taken a bath for more than a month."

Fan Wencheng looked shocked. When he recalled that he had just entered the tent, he could vaguely smell a stench covered by the fragrance in his nose. He felt strange. It turned out that Ajige did not take a shower.

Although the people of the world came from the mountains and forests and often did not take a bath or even took a bath a year, after entering the pass, due to psychological and cultural inferiority, they were all more particular than the Han people.

From top to bottom, Manchus began to pay attention to appearance, live in good clothes, dress well, and clean up themselves properly, for fear of being looked down upon and saying that they were not civilized and barbarians.

Not taking a shower for more than a month is really telling the problem, Ajig was panicked.

Fan Wencheng looked at Boleh and couldn't help asking: "Why did the prince say this to his servants?"

Bolehe said in a deep voice: "The emperor is old, too stubborn and cannot listen to other people's words, but this prince must not help but consider the Qing Dynasty."

Fan Wencheng nodded, "What do the prince have any ideas?"

But Bolehe asked: "Scholar Fan thought that this time the Qing Dynasty could block the Ming army's attack and save the capital?"

Fan Wencheng shook his head and said, "How can a servant be accurate in this matter?"

Boleh said: "It is extremely inappropriate for the Emperor General to press on Wu Sangui. The prince thought that the capital would not be able to be defended, and since that is the case, we should break through as soon as possible."

Seeing that Fan Wencheng didn't say anything, Bolehe could only continue, "The emperor is too stubborn. This is not the one who belongs to us, why should we defend this capital?"

Fan Wencheng said: "I have made suggestions to the emperor for this matter, but the emperor refused. After all, the Ming army has occupied the pass, and Xie Qian's 30,000 elite cavalrymen Chenbingshan Haiguan, and more than 100,000 Manchu relatives in the capital could not withdraw under the eyes of the Ming army."

Boleh said: "You can't go outside the pass, you can also go west to Hedong and ask for help from the State of Zhou!"

Fan Wencheng remained silent and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Ajige was the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty. It was probably unrealistic and difficult to accept that he had to surrender to Wu Sangui.

Furthermore, if Ajige goes, how will Wu Sangui treat Ajige?

Boleh continued: "Even if you do not abandon the capital, in order to prevent it from happening, at least you have to send people to leave the capital to prevent the capital from falling and the Qing Dynasty was completely destroyed."

After saying that, Bolehe said earnestly: "We cannot repeat Chongzhen's mistakes! Mr. Fan thought what the prince said was reasonable."

Fan Wencheng glanced at Bolehe and finally understood Bolehe's intention. It turned out that the prince wanted to leave Beijing.

But Boleh definitely couldn't mention this matter himself, so he hinted it to him.

Fan Wencheng frowned and thought for a moment, understood the master's intention, and immediately said, "I will find an opportunity to give advice to the emperor, and ask the prince to go to Hedong to ask the State of Zhou to ask for help from the State of Zhou, or to the governor of Luoyang to come to help."

Bolehe breathed a sigh of relief, "Sir Fan is really a pillar of the Qing Dynasty!"
Chapter completed!