When Zhu Cilang learned that Dorgon actually sent an envoy, he was actually quite surprised.

When he learned about Dorgon's envoy's request, he was even more surprised.

"Dorgon wants to have an interview with this palace?"

After a brief surprise, Zhu Cixuan looked at the guy opposite him with a little funny look who was very disliked no matter how he looked at him: "Dorgon is sure he wants to do this?"

The other party nodded and said, "Yes, our master really hopes to negotiate peace with His Royal Highness the Prince. We decide the time and you decide the location, but the requirement for the location is that it must be twenty miles away from Gubeikou."

The British Duke almost subconsciously spoke: "No, absolutely not!"

The envoy ignored the Duke of England and turned his attention to Zhu Ciyang: "Our master said that he heard that the Crown Prince is the most capable person in the Ming Dynasty today. Does the Crown Prince have no courage?"

Zhu Cilang laughed: "What a boring way of provoking."

The British Duke let out a long sigh and thought to himself that His Royal Highness was indeed wise. He could see the other party's provocation at a glance, and he should not be fooled now.

Zhu Cilang then said, "Go back and tell Dorgon that there is a mountain twenty-five miles north of Gubeikou. I will ask someone to light three fires there in advance."

Duke of England: "???"

The messenger nodded and said, "See you in three days."

Seeing the messenger leaving, the British Duke jumped three feet high: "Your Highness, you can't go!"

Zhu Cilang looked at the British Duke with a smile: "What, are you worried that something will happen to me? Don't worry, the little bit of stinky fish and shrimp under Dorgon's command will not be able to do anything to me."

People with a systematic mind speak very tough.

The British Duke directly grabbed Zhu Cixuan's arm, with an expression that you would not let go if you didn't agree to me and I wouldn't let go if you died: "Your Highness, let's forget about other things. The old minister must never agree to Your Highness. If your nobleman makes any mistakes, how can you explain to Your Majesty?"

The British Duke disagreed.

Zhu Cixuan pondered for a while and suddenly said, "Duke of England, you will not forget that this palace is your military supervisor again this time, right?"

The British Duke was stunned for a moment, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhu Cilang said with a smile: "So, if you have always disagreed, I can only use the special power of the military supervisor to remove you, the chief general."

Duke of England: "…"

Although Zhu Cilang was laughing, the British Duke knew very well that Zhu Cilang was serious!

Three days later.

The British Duke stood on the Great Wall of Gubeikou and watched Zhu Cixuan ride away with five thousand cavalrymen, feeling full of melancholy.

"Your Majesty, you have really given birth to a good prince!"

After coming back to his senses, the Duke of England began to order his subordinates to get up.

"Be prepared. If any bad news comes from His Royal Highness, the entire army will attack immediately!"

The British Duke was very nervous, but Zhu Cilang was looking forward to it.

"Old Fang, you think, after I see Dorgon later, should I give him a headshot on the spot?"

Fang Gongqian was stunned when he heard this question, and then nodded frantically.

Zhu Cilang laughed loudly.

However, Zhu Cilang soon discovered that Dorgon was not a fool.

In a large grassland, hills are undulating, and there are three fires that have just been extinguished on a larger hill. This is the agreed location between Dorgon and Zhu Cixuan.

When Zhu Cilang rode his horse up the hill and found that there were hundreds of musketeers standing behind Dorgon, his expression was still very subtle.

Dorgon laughed and explained seriously: "I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince has a magical weapon that can take human life from two hundred steps away, so I have to be careful."

When Zhu Cixuan heard Dorgon's Chinese language full of stinginess, he couldn't help but subconsciously wanted to ask him: "What are you looking at?"

Zhu Cilang resisted the urge to be dying and turned over and dismounted.

The reason why he was so calm was mainly because he had already prepared a hundred Ming musketeers beside him.

There is nothing on the hill, a table, two seats, and even a pot of wine and two wine glasses.

Dorgon poured wine for Zhu Cilang, then raised one of the cups and drank it all: "I have heard of His Highness the Crown Prince's young hero. When I saw him today, it really made me feel that this trip is worth it."

Zhu Cilang picked up the wine glass and waited for a while. He found that there was no systematic prompt in his mind, so he drank the wine in one go.

For this kind of rice wine, its degree is actually only about ten or twenty degrees, which is almost equivalent to the level of Dawusu original wort. Considering that the wine glass is so small, it is no different from mouthwash for Zhu Cixuan.

Zhu Cilang said, "If you have anything to do, just tell me."

While talking, Zhu Cilang looked at Dorgon.

This is a very elegant person. Although he has braids, he still has a faint majesty emitted from the person's body. His eyes are as sharp as eagles, and it seems that he can see through people's hearts at any time.

Dorgon smiled and said, "Actually, my meaning is very simple, I just don't want to fight anymore. You know, Jirgalang is my mortal enemy. If he loses, I don't care and will not avenge him. As long as His Royal Highness can let me return to Liaodong safely, I will just pretend that this war has not happened. What?"

Zhu Cilang said: "No."

This action made Dorgon, who was pouring his second glass of wine, stop directly.

Dorgon put down his wine pot and said, "Why can't it?"

Zhu Cixuan said: "You also brought our hundreds of thousands of people from the Ming Dynasty."

Dorgon thought for a moment and said, "I can release 100,000 of them."

Zhu Cilang said: "You want to release all of them, plus Hong Chengchou's head."

Dorgon laughed: "This is impossible. Your Highness, you must be clear that I am not Jirgalang. The troops in my hands are the real elites of the Qing Dynasty. I have defeated you in the Battle of Songjin and surrounded the elites of Beijing!"

At this moment, Dorgon's eyes were like a knife.

Zhu Cilang nodded and said, "Then, let's meet on the battlefield."

Zhu Cixuan stood up, turned over and said to Dorgon condescendingly: "When you see you next time, I'm afraid you won't recognize me anymore."

After saying this, Zhu Cilang turned around and rode his horse away.

Dorgon looked at Zhu Cilang's back as he was leaving quickly, and after a while, he understood what Zhu Cilang said just now.

Of course, it is impossible to recognize anyone with a head.

Dorgon was silent for a moment, stuffed the spout of the wine pot into his mouth, drank several large gulps, and then started laughing.

"So young... so energetic!"
Chapter completed!