Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

Dorgon was a little unsure.

Sighed:

"If we can recruit Zuo Maodi to surrender, our Qing Dynasty will definitely have less opposition..."

Why didn’t Hong Chengchou know?

But - going south is the big deal!

He knelt down on the ground, took off the flower feathers on his head, and said with tears streaming down his face:

"Your Majesty, the Royal Father, the Regent, and your Master, must continue to suffer the consequences!"

"Indecisiveness leads to disaster?"

Dorgon was shocked.

Dorgon stood up hurriedly when he saw that the good servant who had already taken off the flower feathers on his head was very likely to resign and remonstrate with him if he disagreed.

He supported Hong Chengchou with both hands and praised:

"It is truly a blessing for our Qing Dynasty to have such a good slave like you.

The lonely king..."

Dorgon sighed and nodded silently:

"King Gu...it's accurate.

Lock him up for seven days. If after seven days, Zuo Maodi still refuses to surrender...

Let him be released first, so as to paralyze Jiangnan.

Then wait until he reaches halfway, send someone to kidnap him and then kill him..."

"Royal father, regent, master and son, Shengming!

It is indeed a blessing for the Qing Dynasty to have an emperor, a regent, a prince, a master, and a son! "

Hong Chengchou banged his head more than a dozen times.

When he raised his head, he was already in tears.

"The royal father and the regent are the blessings of our Qing Dynasty!"

Looking at Hong Chengchou who could become his father, Dorgon knelt on the ground and burst into tears, uttering words of loyalty.

Dorgon chuckled:

"Hurry up and please Hong Qing, your family is also a blessing to my Qing Dynasty.

If our Qing Dynasty can get Hong Qing's service, we can have an army of [-]! "

……

Willow Jar Alley.

A 12/3-year-old boy with messy short hair was running quickly, with two pigtails flying.

His name is Yang Qilong.

He has a great name in history - in the 12th year of Kangxi's reign, he was the man who rallied the Eight Banners disciples in Beijing to rebel against the Qing Dynasty under the banner of "Third Prince Zhu".

At this time, little Yang Qilong, although young, had already joined the Jinyiwei "secret agent" organization.

Became a non-staff information collector.

He glanced behind him nervously and hid in an alley.

Then he squatted on the ground, picked up a dozen small stones, sat down, and played a game of catch on the ground.

After counting a hundred breaths, Yang Qilong grabbed the stone with one hand and walked out of the alley again.

After looking around, he found that there was no "follower" behind him, so he dropped the stone and ran forward.

After a few dodgers, Yang Qilong came to a low adobe wall.

On the wall, a few unknown green grasses were swaying in the wind.

Through the low fence, you can see the small black tiles on the main house.

In the cracks of the corrugations, rows of nine-death resurrecting grass withered into a ball.

Yang Qilong stretched out his hand on the dilapidated door and knocked.

No one in the hospital answered.

Yang Qilong looked around, then raised his hand and knocked three times.

Still no one in the hospital answered.

It seems that the owner is not at home.

Yang Qilong waited for a while and knocked three times again.

"Who?"

Through the crack in the door, a pair of eyes appeared behind the black wooden door.

"It's me, Yang Qilong from Zhongmao Hutong."

"Who are you looking for?"

"My father is sick, and I asked Mr. Niu to get some side medicine."

"Master Niu lives in Xicha Hutong in front of the palace. You are looking for the wrong place."

"Master Niu is not here, then I can find Master Ba."

The eyes at the door disappeared.

Not long after, two heads appeared on the wall. They looked around and coughed.

"Squeak!"

The courtyard door was opened a crack.

Yang Qilong entered the small courtyard.

"Squeak!"

The courtyard door closed again, and there was the sound of the door bolt rubbing.

Footsteps sounded in the closed courtyard.

The two entered the room and whispered inaudibly:

"Eighth Master, I just saw Zuo Maodi being taken to the water prison at the gate of Honglu Temple. Dorgon said he would be detained for seven days..."

Not long after, Yang Qilong walked out of the yard carrying several small packages wrapped in oil paper.

He also said:

"Thank you, Master Ba. If there is still something going on at home, I will let Master Ba know."

The people in the courtyard never showed their true faces. They only heard him hum and then closed the courtyard door again.

The two people on the wall kept staring at Yang Qilong until he walked out of the alley, then he coughed again.

Someone quickly climbed over the fence and entered the yard next door.

After a few ups and downs, it disappeared behind the low wall.

The man climbed over several yards one after another and came to a warehouse filled with miscellaneous goods.

A middle-aged man was lying on a rocking chair, and the steward who looked like he was looking after the goods suddenly stood up.

"latest news!"

The man's fingers spread out and he made several complicated gestures.

"Go in and talk!"

The middle-aged steward raised his toes and kicked open a flower pot on the ground, revealing the cellar entrance that was only accessible to one person.

The man nodded, grabbed the escalator, and entered the cellar.

The steward grabbed the flower pot and placed it in its place.

Not long after, a cat meowed from the cellar.

The steward removed the flowerpot and the man got out.

He silently bowed his hands to the steward, then disappeared behind the wall after a few ups and downs.

After a while, several homing pigeons flew into the sky...

……

When Cao Huachun received the news, the sky was already dark.

On the note, there was only one line:

"Tell my family that the price of food in the capital has dropped slightly, please make plans early."

Cao Huachun didn't care. He brought an oil lamp and baked it on the paper.

After a while, a line of burnt yellow handwriting appeared:

"983,017,236,418..."

Cao Huachun stood up and took down a book from the small bookshelf at the back, flipping through the pages and comparing them.

When the corresponding number is found, copy it on the paper.

After a while, the real news appeared on the paper:

"Zuo Maodi was imprisoned by Dorgon for seven days.

Troops and horses are being mobilized in Beijing, the top dignitaries are selling off their properties, and the Qing army is suspected to be heading south. "

Looking at the paper in his hand, Cao Huachun raised his eyebrows, and there was a bit of joy in his eyes after waiting anxiously to finally see it.

He waved and summoned his followers:

"Go and call the second master to come."

Not long after, Cao Huayu approached.

Cao Huachun handed the note in his hand to Cao Huayu.

"Is Zuo Maodi imprisoned in water prison?"

Cao Huayu exclaimed.

Cao Huachun waved his hand:

"He won't die yet!"

Cao Huachun sneered:

"Zuo Maodi is an envoy of the Southern Ming Dynasty, so he naturally attracts attention both internally and externally.

Although Nanming's intelligence system in the capital was too weak, there would be no shortage of Nanming spies around Zuo Maodi.

Even though they couldn't get close to Zuo Maodi, it was easy to find out whether a royal envoy was dead.

Dorgon killed this man before going south.

Nanming's spies will detect this news, and by then, Nanming will definitely be able to guess Dorgon's true purpose.

By then, even if the Jiangnan gentry no longer wants to fight, they can't help it! "