In the imperial study room of the Forbidden City, Kangxi was lying on the warm kang. There were a few pieces on it. The Qing people's memorials were divided into three types. The military officers were navy blue, the civil servants were light yellow, and the Manchu and Mongolian flags were red, which was distinguished.

Under the kang were seven or eight bloated Mongolian princes, wearing Dongzhu and rash clothes, one by one, and they were like a beheading their parents and cried like a ball. Tushetuhan cried the most sadly. His ranch had been occupied by people, and the cattle and sheep were gone. Even his wife and daughter were kidnapped by the Erdan people. There was so much danger, but he escaped alone: ​​"Bogda Khan, the Junggars completely ignored the rules you set. He robbed not only us Meng people, but also clearly wanted to go against you. The great Bogda Khan, you have to make a decision for me.

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Bogda was the last emperor of the Yuan Mongolian. Bogda was the honorary title commonly used by the Mongols to emperors. Kangxi was not only the Emperor of Manchus, but also the Great Khan recommended by the Mongols. Therefore, Mongolian princes and princes used the three-character Bogda prefix to show respect in front of the Manchu emperor.

Kangxi was still lying on the kang, playing with a piece of agate in his hand, as if he didn't realize it. In fact, he had no choice. The Eight Banners of Manchu and Mongolia were less than 500,000, and they had to defend Shengjing and the capital. They were already in a difficult situation. Where could they have any extra troops to fight westward? The Ming people suddenly appeared in Tianjin, threatening the capital, and after retreating, they appeared in Shandong. The 50,000 or 60,000 troops went to encircle and suppress them. Not only did they escape, but the Jinan Prefecture in Shandong was also engaged by the governor Yang Wen.

The Ming army is still defending Tianjin Port. Kangxi originally wanted to recover, but the Ming army was entrenched there, and he built a fortress for them through the traitor Li Guangdi. He would not even think of taking it down without 150,000 people. However, once he attacked Tianjin, Kangxi was afraid that it would cause a large-scale offensive by the Ming army in Jiangnan, North Korea and other places, which would affect his whole body and lose sight of one thing. Now this city of Beijing is not very safe, so Kangxi naturally would not save any Mongolia.

"Bogda Khan, what are you saying? Galdan has occupied the grassland. One day, he will go to Liaodong to fight Datong. You are the Great Khan recommended by our Mongolian Communist Party. How can you not save him?" Tu Xietu's eyes were red in anger, and his throat was hoarse when he cried here. This kid kept silent. What was this?

"Rareless." Soetu, who stood beside him, shouted loudly.

Tu Xietuhan realized that he had been a little rude in his words. He wanted to apologize, but he was unwilling to give up. At this time, Kangxi on the kang finally sat up, looked at him with a look of hope, and paused, "There are difficulties for all princes and princes, and I also have their own difficulties. If you have lost your home and no cattle and sheep, you will live in the capital first. I have reward land. As for the matter of sending troops to conquer, the time is not yet ripe. Let's talk about it in a few days."

What Kangxi said about living a few days is actually just a drag. What can he do? The soldiers are not transformed. Korea has Japanese and Korean coalition forces, and there are Ming troops south of the Yangtze River. There are Ming navys on the coastline at any time. Now there is another Galdan in the north, and he is unable to defend against it.

Tu Xietuhan was stunned for a moment and looked at several Mongolian princes who had lost their vassal areas in the Western Xinjiang. They were not fools, so they naturally heard Kangxi's meaning, but there was no need to manage their own pastures and slaves in the capital. The princes and princes would still persuade them again. Kangxi had already curled his lips and said in a bad tone: "Okay, you go out and live your life well, don't worry, this is not your pasture, do you understand?"

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"Soetu. What do you think?" Kangxi cheered up and asked Suetu on the side.

Soetu sorted out his thoughts for a moment and smiled bitterly: "If it is rescue, the defense in the capital will be empty. If the Ming army appears again under the city of Beijing, it is not the former ten thousand, but 30,000, 50,000, or 100,000 people. I'm afraid... But if it is not rescued, it is not only a problem to raise a tiger, but more importantly, if it is viewed on the wall, it will inevitably be cold to the center of the earth. At that time..."

Kangxi nodded thoughtfully. Now he faced two choices that he could not accept. Since he ascended the throne, he has not lived a good life. Now he is bullied by Oboi. He has finally been troubled by Oboi and is now having a headache about the four borders. He has not been comfortable for a day. Now Erdan has disrupted the Mongolian grasslands. He is used to accepting all kinds of bad news. He is no longer excited before and is calmly thinking about countermeasures.

"Your Majesty, why not ask Tsarist Russia to send troops." Soetu finally spoke after weighing the left and right: "If you can ask Tsarist Russia to send 20,000 people, your home nest will be held from Galdan's back. Galdan will be attacked on both sides. I heard that the Cossack cavalry in Tsarist Russia is unrealistic."

Kangxi frowned. Although the Russian State and the Qing Dynasty signed an alliance, they asked them to send troops. It was not so easy.

Liaodong, which is in the white mountains and black waters, has had many contacts with the Rakshasa people. Without it, the Rakshasa people will never help.

Soetu thought for a moment in embarrassment before licking his mouth: "If the emperor wants the Russians to send troops, it is actually not impossible? It's just..." Speaking of this, Soetu really dares not continue to say it. It is naturally good if the emperor adopts such a thing. If the emperor does not accept it, who will Soetu be regarded as by the emperor? Is he a traitor or a traitor?

Kangxi had already guessed what Soetu was talking about and said slowly: "Transfer Nibchu and Sakhalin to the Rakshasa people?"

Soetu hurriedly bowed: "The slave was guilty of death."

"Get up." Kangxi closed his eyes halfway. In fact, the Russians coveted Nibchu and Sakhalin Island for a day or two. A few years ago, various "adventurers" broke into these areas to establish += forts and oppress the local natives. However, there was only part of Liaodong after all. For the Manchus, separating the place was no different from selling ancestral property. Now Soetu proposed here, there was actually no way. The Rakshasa people have always valued profits and had no benefits. They would never send troops in vain, although the terms of the alliance clearly stated in the terms of watching over and helping each other.

"Will they send troops to the Rakshasa people?" Kangxi asked back.

Seeing that Kangxi was not furious, Soetu stood up carefully and said, "Slave is 50% sure."

"No." Kangxi's voice became sharper: "What I want is 100%. Once Erdan unified the grassland, from then on, my Qing Dynasty will never have any peace. Once the Mongolian princes and princes are separated from me, then my Qing Dynasty will be truly over." At the end of his speech, Kangxi sighed.

Soetu's eyes opened, and naturally understood the emperor's meaning, and whispered: "Why would you promise that every piece of Galdan captured by the Rakshasa people could be bounded as a boundary?"

Kangxi did not speak without comment. After a long time, he said, "You can do this and inform the Rakshasa messenger stationed in the capital."

"twitter."

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It is winter again in a blink of an eye, and Nanjing is even more prosperous. The Spring Festival is approaching, and many factories have had a long holiday. There are people buying goods everywhere on the streets. Now life is better than before. A young man with no skills also earns two taels of silver in the factory. Large-scale production has lowered the price of goods, and the purchasing power of one tael of silver is even greater than before. Therefore, this year's Spring Festival is particularly lively.

Xuanwu Gate passed a long convoy. The soldiers guarding the gate were about to go forward to check, but they saw the flag of the Oriental Navy hanging at the rear of the car, so they stopped and stood on both sides of the city cave to salute the vehicle. The driver was obviously a soldier. He nodded as a gift, and then drove the carriage away.

In the carriage, Li Guangdi opened the curtain and looked at the scene outside the city. Seven or eight years ago, he rushed from Quanzhou to Beijing and passed through Nanjing City. Therefore, he had some impression of it. But now it seems that the Nanjing city in the past has long been beyond recognition. Various high buildings of several floors rose from the ground. Even in the biting cold weather, the streets are still bustling with hawking sounds. Even ordinary people wear cloths of various floral cloths to resist the cold wind.

In the downtown area, the vehicle was walking very slowly. He took two steps and stopped three steps. While the carriage was empty, a newspaper boy had already arrived at the wheel of the carriage and shouted to Li Guangdi, who was exposed to the curtain of the carriage: "Sir, will you read the report from the Jinling Mansion? The emperor issued a new decree this morning. He planned to build three roads near Shanghai New Town of Songjiang Prefecture, each leading to Hangzhou, Suzhou and Nanjing. He also allocated 1.2 million taels of assistance to help the poor in all places, and the yamen purchased New Year's goods for the poor to celebrate the New Year.

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Li Guangdi felt strange. Although it was March of winter, his heart was always warm. In Beijing, he was always a master and a slave. He would always be greetings wherever he went. However, even a newspaper boy did not have the kind of flattering smile. He ordered the coachman to stop the car and said to the newspaper boy: "That newspaper from Jinling Palace."

The newspaper boy had a business, so he happily took out a report to hand it to Li Guangdi. Li Guangdi was about to pay the money, but suddenly he remembered that he had always been a host of the Oriental Navy, penniless and was about to send the report back to the palace with apologized, but the driver on the shaft had already taken out a copper plate and handed it to the newspaper boy.

Li Guangdi smiled at the coachman, closed the curtain, spread out the newspaper and started reading it.

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Chapter completed!