Fan Wencheng must die.

This ending was long before Zhu Cixuan saw Fan Wencheng for the first time. No, it should be said that Zhu Cixuan was destined after traveling to this world.

How can a traitor make him survive well?

Fang Gonggan agreed with this and said, "Your Highness, should you send some people to Chenyang and kill Fan Wencheng's family to serve as a warning to you?"

Zhu Cixuan thought about it for a moment and said, "Forget it, this will expose the power of the Ming Dynasty in Shenyang."

With Haoge's help and a lot of money to open the way, Dongchang's power in Shenyang has been constantly strengthening in the past two years.

In Liaodong, the rule of the Qing Dynasty was extremely harsh, even more harsh than the "tyrannical Qin" that fought all over the country.

Therefore, many Han people at the bottom of Liaodong were very dissatisfied with the Qing Dynasty, but they had no strength to resist.

This provides a good foundation for the secret development of Dongchang. Zhu Cilang will not destroy this foundation just because Fan Wencheng's wife and children have a few lives.

Fang Gonggan was obviously a little regretful, but he still brought two people and carried Fan Wencheng's body away.

Zhu Cilang walked out of the tent and looked to the southwest.

When two princes of Khshuot Khan came to vote, the whole of Qinghai was no longer a big problem.

The next thing to do is to march into Lhasa!

Lhasa, the palace of the King of Khūt Khan.

Listening to the news reported by his subordinates, Gu Shihan's wine glass fell to the ground with a sound, and his face was filled with shock.

"This is impossible!" Gu Shihan roared: "How could Ben Khan's 50,000 cavalry be defeated by 10,000 Ming troops in an instant!"

No matter how Gu Shihan roared and got angry, the news of Chaolu's defeat was a fact after all, and it had to be accepted if he was willing or unwilling to do so.

After a long time, Gu Shihan finally calmed down and found that he was the only one left in the palace at some point.

It was already dark, and the hall was lighted and very deserted.

A sudden sound of footsteps sounded, very harsh in the deserted night.

Gu Shihan subconsciously said, "Who?"

A gentle voice sounded: "I am here to ask for the Khan again."

Gu Shihan's face relaxed a little, and he said to the monk who appeared in front of him: "It turned out to be you, what are you trying to do?"

Gu Shihan was in a bad mood, so his attitude was also very bad when he spoke.

The monk did not care, but sat down on the cushion beside him and said, "The reason why I came to see the king today is mainly for the war in Qinghai."

Gu Shihan's face changed and he said coldly: "How did you know about the battle in Qinghai?"

The monk sighed and said, "There is a proverb from the Han people, saying, 'Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles'. Now the whole of Lhasa knows the result of the battle of Prince Chaolu in Qinghai."

For a moment, murderous intent was clearly revealed on Gu Shihan's face, but this murderous intent was not directed at the monks.

After a while, Gushihan said coldly: "Chaolu did lose the battle, but so what? The real Khan elite troops stationed in Lhasa and Tibet are the ones who follow Ben Khan in Lhasa and Tibet!"

The monk looked at Gushi Khan calmly and said, "King Khan, the Han people have only sent more than 10,000 troops this time? I heard that the Han people have 100,000 or even one million heroes."

Gu Shihan laughed: "Millions of heroic troops? If the Han people really had this ability, how could they be beaten by the Manchus in Liaodong all the time?"

The monk said: "King, it's time."

Gu Shihan said, "When?"

The monk said: "There may be a chance to submit to the Ming Dynasty. After all, the Ming Dynasty's tentacles cannot reach such a far distance from Lhasa. I am willing to submit a memorial to the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty to the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. I think the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty will agree."

Gu Shihan's eyes narrowed again: "Are you going to surrender to the Han people?"

The eminent monk said: "I have also heard a proverb from the Han people, "Those who know the times are heroes." Although the Khan has failed now, he still holds heavy troops. If the Khan is willing to surrender to the Ming Dynasty and conquer Liaodong for the Ming Dynasty, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty will inevitably entrust the Khan to the Khan. Isn't that great?"

Gu Shihan said decisively: "Not good, not good at all. Monk, you can leave."

The monk showed a disappointed expression on his face and said, "Will the Khan really not think about it?"

Gushikhan shook his head: "I am a descendant of the Golden Family of the Mongol Empire. How could I surrender to the Han slaves who were conquered by our Great Mongol Empire back then? If those Han slaves really dared to step onto Ben Khan's land, Ben Khan would naturally kill them all and let them know the power of the Mongolian Iron Cavalry!"

There was no speculation, let alone no consensus was reached between the two sides' conversations, so the monk could only stand up in disappointment and bow and leave.

Looking at the monk's departure, Gu Shihan's face showed a sarcastic expression.

"A ridiculous monk, when he begged Ben Khan to go south to rescue, he was like a dog with a broken family. Now, he has just lost a battle and is actually thinking about seeking to surrender to Ming Kingdom? Come!"

A figure appeared in front of Gushikhan: "What are the instructions of King Khan?"

Gu Shihan looked at the confidant in front of him and said coldly: "Drive to dispatch elite troops immediately to keep an eye on those temples for Ben Khan, so don't let them make any noise."

The confidant hesitated for a moment and asked, "What if they really made some bad news?"

Gu Shihan's eyes flashed with murderous intent and he sneered: "Then just flatten these temples by Ben Khan!"

In the night, I returned to the temple with the carriage of the monks.

There is a special room in the backyard of the temple for discussion. More than a dozen other monks were already sitting and waiting patiently.

When the monks came in, the monks stood up one after another and saluted to the monks. The monk smiled and returned the salute.

Although there are not many monks, these monks are "gurus" and "masters" in many temples in Qinghai and Tibet.

If Gushikhan controls the secular regime in Qinghai-Tibet, then these monks control the "divine power" in Qinghai-Tibet.

An old monk said, "What's the talks between the monk and the Khan?"

The monk sighed and said, "King Khan is in the pride of the Golden Family and is not willing to surrender to the Ming Dynasty."

Another young monk snorted and said, "The Hoshuote tribe is just a descendant of Genghis Khan's brother. Where did you get the qualification to call yourself the Golden Family?"

The monk smiled indifferently and said, "This is not the point."

The old monk said, "I wonder if the monk has received news from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty?"

The monk said: "I haven't received the latest news, but before entering Qinghai, the prince sent me a letter to me. Now I will use it to travel through time to all the monks."

Under the dim oil lamp, monks after monks patiently circulated Zhu Cilang's handwritten letters. Some were relieved after reading them, some frowned after reading them, and more people were thinking after reading them.

The monk coughed softly and said, "Everyone, the Prince of Ming Dynasty's determination to conquer Qinghai-Tibet is unshakable, and the failure of Prince Chaolu proves this. Now I feel that maybe it's time for us to make a decision again."
Chapter completed!