Zuo Menggeng looked at his father anxiously. After another stick of incense, his father was still walking around the house and had not made up his mind yet.

According to Zuo Menggeng's idea, he should follow the Qing Dynasty.

If you follow Nanjing, you should surrender early, and you should not be here at this time.

It was called timely help when I passed by earlier, and there would definitely be a good result. Now that I have just won a big victory, even if you have 200,000 troops in your hands, it will be icing on the cake after you pass.

Can you keep up with Mu Tianbo after you go?

People have long been standing firmly on the side of the court. Now that the Qing Dynasty has been defeated, the entire country has suffered heavy losses.

If we bring these people over, we will definitely be valued, but unfortunately, the one who is in charge of Huguang now is not Zuo Menggeng, but his son Zuo Liangyu.

Just as Zuo Menggeng wanted to persuade him, a thud sound sounded at the door. This was Zuo Liangyu's inner courtyard. No one could come in without Zuo Liangyu's instructions. This was such a blind slave who caused such a big disturbance.

"The Marquis will be bad if the big thing is bad, and the Marquis will be bad if the big thing is bad."

As soon as I heard this voice, I knew it was Zuo Liangyu's old housekeeper. I have been with Zuo Liangyu for so many years and can make decisions on ordinary things. Now I am so panicked that Zuo Liangyu also knows that something big has happened.

"Letter from Nanjing..."

The old housekeeper came in with a letter. Zuo Liangyu has been an official for so many years. Although there are many trustworthy people in the court, when the court sets a policy, the man has already spread the news.

The old housekeeper was responsible for this matter. After receiving the letter, he read it. The court was preparing to use troops in the Huguang area...

Xin fell from Zuo Liangyu's hand to the ground.

This guy is sitting in his seat at the moment. Although he doesn't care much about the court, he also says that the court wants to see his eyes. In fact, this is all bragging for others. If the court really wants to use military force against him, this guy is already so scared that he can't stand firm.

Although there are 200,000 mercenaries, Zuo Liangyu knows exactly what these 200,000 are. The real elite army does not even have 70,000 to 80,000, and the rest are all refugees, and they are all used to make up the numbers.

The imperial court could even beat the Eight Banners Cavalry of the Qing Dynasty, not to mention the people in his hands. For a moment, Zuo Liangyu felt that the sky was about to collapse and wanted to slap him hard.

Why do you have to sway left and right? Why do you want to seek the best interests?

In Zuo Liangyu's heart, if he did not express his opinion, the court would definitely pay attention to benevolence and righteousness, and would never give up the 200,000 troops in his hands. He would definitely waste his time with him, so he would give himself more time to consider.

Of course his idea was correct, but that was the previous court. After the Qufu Battle, the power of the court was newly integrated, which was very different from the original time. His Royal Highness's way of doing things was completely different from the original one. How could you allow you to sway?

"Mr. Marquis, we have to make plans early. The letter said that General Ye Yun brought his troops here. This Ye Yun was originally a general from Shandong. His Royal Highness brought him with him when he went south. The elite in his hands should not be underestimated. It took only one night to defeat Ma Kun's tens of thousands of troops. I heard that when His Royal Highness of the Royal Highness of the Northern Expedition, he stayed in Nanjing to train troops. Now those troops should be more elite."

When the old butler saw Zuo Liangyu not speaking for a long time, he quickly reminded him that it is not the time to be in a daze. The imperial army is very fast and he is about to come here as he speaks.

Make plans early, make plans early...

Make a bullshit plan...

Zuo Liangyu is about to curse people now, and he never expected the court to react like this.

Zuo Liangyu looked at the pavilions and towers in front of him and asked him to fight with the court. He had no confidence. It seemed that he could only give up all this and hand over the military power. For the sake of his previous contribution, perhaps His Royal Highness the Crown Prince could save his whole family a life.

Zuo Liangyu waved his hand and asked his son and the old housekeeper to go down first. Zuo Menggeng had been here for a day, and he was still in a state of pain. At this moment, his head was confused.

He also hated his father's indecisiveness, but now the power is not in his hands, so he has to listen to his father.

After Zuo Menggeng returned to his yard, he kicked open the door and then prepared to ask his servants to deliver food to him. Suddenly, he smelled a fragrance in the air. Could it be that it was the soft tendons in the world?

"Get out of here."

Zuo Menggeng was also extremely fierce. He immediately pulled out the sword from his waist. The few guards behind him were not simple things, and instantly occupied several directions at the door. If there were anyone in the room, it would be impossible for him to run out from here.

"What's the point of this? Do you don't know each other?"

A voice came out of the inner court, and the guards below wanted to enter, but Zuo Menggeng stopped them and asked them to defend outside, so that they could not let alone come in.

"Why are you here? Are you afraid of your life?"

Zuo Menggeng quickly entered the inner room.

There was a middle-aged man standing in the room, and there was a young woman next to him. The middle-aged man was either someone else, or he met Zuo Menggeng a few days ago. He was also the biggest traitor Wu Sangui in the late Ming Dynasty.

"Don't be anxious, I happened to find a Korean woman who had a strange fragrance on her body. I heard that her nephew also has such a hobby, so I hurried to send it to you."

Wu Sangui touched his beard and said with a smile. Zuo Menggeng looked at the woman next to him at this time. It was indeed worthy of the four words "National Beauty".

When Wu Sangui saw Zuo Menggeng's eyes, he knew that he had given the right gift.

It is said outside that Zuo Menggeng is fond of color as if he is alive. It seems that this is true. Officials of the Ming Dynasty either love money or color. Zuo Menggeng loves both.

Before, it was just a short-seller promise, and now it has to come up with something practical, otherwise how can we get the Huguang area and the 200,000 army? The court handed over this task to Wu Sangui, and Wu Sangui had to do it well.

Among the surrendered Han officials, Wu Sangui, monk Kexi has been in the competition. Although Shang Kexi was defeated in Qufu, he was definitely doing a very beautiful job of persuading Liu Liangzuo to surrender.

After returning to the capital, Dorgon not only failed to cure Shang Kexi's crime, but also praised Shang Kexi. How could Wu Sangui tolerate it?
Chapter completed!