"Don't worry, General Fan, I selected ten musketeers from my personal guards, and ten archers, all of whom are very good at it."

The speaker was named Lang Baofu, and his real name was Niuhulu Baofu. Niuhulu's meaning was "Wolf", so he gave himself the surname "Lang".

Fan Chengmo used to think that Baofu, the Lang family, was elegant, but now he hoped that he could be like a wolf and defend the country.

"All of them are trustworthy?"

Lang Baofu said: "We have been with me for at least a year, and have received my kindness and trust."

"Take me to see..."

These twenty assassins were indeed elite, including Han people and Manchu people, which shows that the big knots are facing the sea and rivers.

Fan Chengmo looked over one by one, with a look of compassion in his eyes.

"You guys do not care about life and death to protect the country. Fan thanked me here."

"Don't worry, General Fan, we will definitely kill Wang Xiao and will never let the expectations of the people in the capital."

A Han soldier was stern and shouted loudly, very generous.

"Okay! If you want to lose your life, you will be punished with the head of the Qin King. You should pass on your good husband for thousands of years!"

Fan Chengmo exclaimed, reached out and patted the other person on the shoulder, and asked, "What's your name? Do you have an unfulfilled wish?"

"The little Cui Laosan just wants me to work hard to unify the world and always be in Changzhi forever..."

~~

At the same time, Fan Wencheng came out of the Siyi Pavilion and got into the sedan chair with Ganglin, the Minister of Rites.

"There may be something wrong."

Ganglin said: "Isn't everything going well?"

"The King of Jin sent people to meet with the Mongolian Taiji people and talked about border trade."

"What's wrong?" Ganglin didn't care, "Isn't this a normal peace talk?"

"In July of the first year of Yanguang in the Chu Dynasty, there was a great famine outside the border and requested the Chu Dynasty to provide relief. Emperor Yanguang not only insisted on not giving, but also stopped the market rewards and border trade with Mongolia, attempting to starve the Mongolians to death." Fan Wencheng said slowly.

He no longer uses the Tiancong year name.

But he still had a little contempt for the original Chu Dynasty.

"Is it ridiculous? If the Mongols were so easy to starve to death, the Huns and Turks would have been starved to death thousands of years ago. At that time, the Chu Dynasty's plan to block border trade was aroused by all the tribes, and their ministers themselves regretted that "the enemy then captured all the Mongolian subordinate Jianzhou, but border affairs could not be done. It can be seen that in the relationship between the Central Plains and Mongolia, border trade was the top priority."

Ganglin said: "It is the most important thing. What's wrong with the King of Jin sending people to discuss?"

"Since we have surrendered him, we will be his ministers. It is better for us to handle the affairs of Mongolia."

"There is no need to be suspicious. It is reasonable that the King of Jin is unwilling to send us to the public."

"With that being said, why are you anxious about these days for promises to start border trade in Mongolia?"

Fan Wencheng pondered and said slowly: "I'm afraid he would use us to summon the Mongolian tribes, and he would appease and win over them..."

Ganglin said in surprise: "The relationship between Mongolian tribes is complicated, and we don't know much. The King of Jin was even more confused. Without thirty or fifty years, how could it be so easy to win over?"

As he said, he vaguely felt Fan Wencheng's uneasiness and said, "Are you afraid that he would destroy the bridge when crossing the river? Is it possible for the King of Jin to go back on his word?"

"That's true."

Fan Wencheng stroked his long beard and couldn't understand where his anxiety came from...

He thought of the scene he saw today.

The people sent by Wang Xiao showed the supplies to those Mongolian Taiji, which attracted bursts of shouting.

"Salt is also sold to us? How many of them are sold?"

"Salt, tea, cloth...all things you want, even iron pots and farm tools, can be sold as long as you need them."

"Really?! Can the pot be sold to us?!"

"Not only for border trade, we will also send people to the grassland to teach you how to make beef jerky and canned food..."

Mongolian men were scratching their fluffy beards, looking like they believed but they didn't dare to believe them.

Fan Wencheng watched coldly, knowing that only a few small tribes were really moved by Wang Xiao’s trade plan.

The other large tribes are just having their own ulterior motives.

For example, Abunai of the Chahar tribe wanted to use the power of Ganchao or Chu to fight against the Qing Dynasty, avenge Lin Dankhan, and call him Khan again. This man was a snake that was not even well-fed with the Qing Dynasty;

For example, Wu Keshan from the Korqin tribe wanted to continue to be the prince after the Chu dynasty replaced the Qing dynasty and enjoy wealth and glory...

Thinking of this, Fan Wencheng explained to Ganglin again: "You sent someone to keep an eye on Prince Korqin Zhuoliketu..."

Ganglin interrupted: "It is not appropriate to call him Prince Zhuoliketu, right? This is the title given to him by the Qing court, and the King of Jin will definitely not admit it."

Fan Wencheng pinched his eyebrows and felt a little tired.

——Prince Zhuoliketu Wu Keshan is His Majesty’s elder brother. After surrendering to the Chu Dynasty, he should give a title no less than the one given by the Qing Dynasty. But I heard that Wang Xiao rarely gives titles to others…

This is not something Fan Wencheng should have. At this time, he didn't have the heart to care about such a small problem and sighed: "He wants to make Princess Meng Guqing... No, it's Princess Meng Guqing, he wants to marry Princess Jin."

Ganglin frowned and said, "Isn't this a disturbance to Your Majesty?"

Fan Wen Cheng Xin opened the curtain and glanced out, and saw that there were no one around him, saying, "How much knowledge do you think he can have? He thought that the King of Jin could accept the customs on the grassland, and wanted to imitate the past, and then come out to serve his husband and protect his family's wealth."

"Can King Jin agree?"

"How is it possible? This is the Central Plains. As long as he mentions it, he doesn't know how many people he will offend. We will be implicated by him, and it will even affect the entire surrender. You must keep an eye on him."

Ganglin also felt troubled and said unhappy: "You have to tell him that this is not a joke. At this moment, if you are not careful in one move, you will lose all your money..."

"How did I tell him? It was his first time entering the pass, and he didn't understand that the Central Plains hated such a distorted human relations the most. He only thought that I was blocking him from marrying a daughter because His Majesty was jealous. I told the truth that I was also playing the piano to the cow."

Ganglin kept touching his forehead and sighed: "We have worked hard to achieve this step. Don't be ruined by these stupid people..."

"I'll report to Your Majesty." Fan Wencheng sighed and encouraged him: "Grudge your teeth and hold on for a while, there will be few days left..."

When he returned to the public housing, the first time he did was to write his worries into a memorial, but after the memorial was uploaded, it was like a rock sinking into the sea.

Your Majesty does not approve the memorial, this is something that has never happened since the founding of the country.

He wanted to go to the palace to ask for a meeting, but he couldn't see Bumubutai.

The eunuch Liu An was chattering.

"Mr. Fan, Your Majesty really has no time to see you. Your Majesty is not ill. Your Majesty is about to get sick. She hasn't seen each other for two days and two nights... Please take more responsibility for this state affairs. As long as you don't make any mistakes in the surrender ceremony, you can leave anything to the King of Jin to worry about..."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is not the time to be ill..."

~~

"If you have something to worry about by the King of Jin in the future" - has become a consensus among officials of the Ganchao.

On the fifth day of December, Fu Qingzhu visited the capital and finally understood why the people in the capital were so supportive of the court.

He passed by the hometown of Zhao Zihe, a famous minister of the Chu Dynasty, and saw that it was distributed to more than 20 homeless refugees. The originally elegant and unique courtyard was ruined. The couplets written by famous artists were chopped as firewood, and the ground was covered with messy filth...

Then he went to a Seongji Hall, saying it was used to rehearse orphans and old and weak.

But at just one glance, Master Fu Qing saw that what orphan was there?

The people in the city went to the city to help in the daytime to promote their momentum. They gave rewards such as rice, flour, silver and money. The son and the elderly at home lived here, and the white-collar workers also had a portion of rice, flour, clothes, etc.

The so-called "orphans" ran around holding hands and singing songs happily.

"It's great to have a big fight, a new felt hat, a new cotton jacket, and the people are full of food for three meals..."

The orphan pretending to be was viewing the children openly, and the clerks also let their family eat the food slowly as if they hadn't seen it...

Fu Qingzhu became angry and scolded Fan Wencheng, who was accompanying him.

When Fan Wencheng assisted Huang Taiji as the emperor, Fu Qingzhu was still a poor scholar. Now that the other party pointed at the nose and cursed him, he still spoke up and accused him repeatedly.

This aggrieved and complacent attitude fell into the eyes of many people, and they couldn't help but feel sad for Fan Wencheng.

If you feel sad, just feel sad... Fan Wencheng once again warned himself that after tomorrow, Wang Xiao personally announced that he would not blame the past and become a serious Chu Chen. What is this grievance?

...

On that day, Fan Wencheng returned home. When Fan Chengmo heard that his father was humiliated, he hurried to meet him.

"Father, I heard that Master Fu Qing scolded you in public and wanted to drive all the children of Seongjitang out? How could he..."

"Shut up! You dare to call out your name directly by Lord Fu?!"

"Yes, the child knows his mistake."

Fan Wencheng's tone was relieved a little, and he said, "Follower of the Fan family, I took it as my responsibility to help the world and the people. How could I care about this setback? I just hope you can understand the painstaking efforts of being a father."

"Yes, I understand, I will never lose my Fan family's reputation..."

Fan Wencheng sighed and murmured: "After tomorrow, everything will be fine."

"What my father said is that tomorrow will be fine..."

~~

On that day, when Master Fu Qing left the city, someone shouted a few words to his team.
To be continued...