Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 292 Chapter 292, Gushi Khan was in a bad mood, and all the monks decided together
Fan Wencheng must die.

This ending was already doomed when Zhu Cihong saw Fan Wencheng for the first time, no, it should be said that Zhu Cihong had traveled to this world.

How could a traitor be allowed to live a decent life?
Fang Gongqian took this very seriously, and said, "Your Highness, do you want to send some people to Shenyang to kill all of Fan Wencheng's family members as a warning to others?"

Zhu Cilang thought about it, and said, "Forget it, this will expose Daming's power in Shenyang."

With Hauge's help and a large amount of money to open the way, Dongchang's power in Shenyang has been continuously strengthened in the past two years.

In Liaodong, the rule of the Manchu Qing Dynasty was extremely harsh, even harsher than the "tyrannical Qin" where the whole country fought.

Therefore, many low-level Han people in Liaodong were very dissatisfied with the Manchu Qing, but they had no strength to resist.

This provided a good foundation for the secret development of Dongchang, and Zhu Cihong would not destroy this foundation just because Fan Wencheng's wife and children died.

Fang Gongqian was obviously regretful, but he still brought two people to carry Fan Wencheng's body away.

Zhu Cihong stepped out of the tent and looked to the southwest.

After the two princes of the Kashote Khanate came to vote, Qinghai as a whole was no longer a big problem.

The next thing to do is to enter Lhasa!
Lhasa, King Heshuo Tehan Palace.

After listening to the news reported by his subordinates, the wine glass in Gushi Khan's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his face was full of shock.

"It's impossible!" Gushi Khan roared angrily: "How could Ben Khan's 1 cavalry be defeated by the Ming army's [-] troops at once!"

No matter how furious and angry Gushi Khan was, the news of Chaolu's defeat was true after all, and he had to accept it whether he wanted to or not.

After a long time, Gushi Khan finally calmed down, only to realize that he was the only one left in the palace at some point.

It was already dark, and there were only a few lights in the hall, making it very deserted.

A burst of footsteps suddenly sounded, which was very harsh in the deserted night.

Gushi Khan subconsciously said, "Who?"

A gentle voice sounded: "The poor monk has come to see King Khan again."

Gushi Khan's face relaxed a little, and he said to the eminent monk who appeared in front of him, "So it's you, what do you want to do here?"

Gushi Khan was in a bad mood, so his attitude was very bad when he spoke.

The eminent monk didn't take it seriously, but sat down on the futon at the side, and said: "The reason why the poor monk came to see the king today is mainly for the Qinghai war."

Gushi Khan's expression changed, and he said coldly, "How did you know about the Qinghai War?"

The eminent monk sighed, and said, "There is a saying among the Han people, 'Good things don't go out, bad things spread a thousand miles'. Now the whole Lhasa already knows the results of Prince Chaolu's victory in Qinghai."

For a moment, Gushi Khan's face clearly showed a murderous intent, but this murderous intent was not aimed at the eminent monk.

After a long while, Gushi Khan said coldly: "It is true that Chaolu was defeated, but so what? Those who followed Ben Khan and stationed in Lhasa and Tibet are the real Heshuo special elites!"

The eminent monk watched Gushi Khan calmly and said, "King Khan, the Han people only sent more than 1 soldiers and horses this time? The poor monk heard that the Han people have hundreds of thousands or even millions of soldiers."

Gushi Khan laughed loudly: "Millions of heroes? If the Han people really have this ability, how could they be beaten up by the Manchus in Liaodong?"

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

Gushi Khan said, "When?"

The eminent monk said: "Maybe there is still a chance to become a vassal of Daming. After all, it is impossible for Daming's tentacles to reach as far as Lhasa. The poor monk and others are also willing to write a memorial for King Khan to His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty will also agree. of."

Gushi Khan's eyes narrowed again: "You want Ben Khan to surrender to the Han people?"

The eminent monk said: "The poor monk has also heard a proverb of the Han people, which is called 'a man who knows the current affairs is a hero'. Although King Khan has suffered a defeat, he still holds a heavy army. If King Khan is willing to submit to Daming and fight Liaodong for Daming, Daming Isn't it great that the emperor will entrust King Khan with important tasks?"

Gushi Khan said decisively: "It's not good, it's not good at all. Monk, you can go."

The eminent monk had a disappointed expression on his face, and said, "King Khan really didn't think about it?"

Gushi Khan 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? If those Han slaves really dared to set foot on the land of this Khan, then this Khan would naturally Kill them all and let them know how powerful the Mongolian cavalry is!"

The words were not speculative, not to mention that the two parties did not reach any consensus from the beginning to the end of the conversation, so the eminent monk could only stand up in disappointment, salute and leave.

Looking at the back of the eminent monk leaving, Gushi Khan showed a mocking expression on his face.

"Ridiculous monk, he was like a bereaved dog when he begged Ben Khan to go south for rescue, but now he is lucky, only lost a battle, and he actually wants to join the Ming Kingdom? Come on!"

A figure appeared in front of Gush Khan: "What orders does King Khan have?"

Gushi Khan stared at the confidant in front of him, and said coldly: "You immediately dispatch elites to keep an eye on those monasteries for Ben Khan, and don't let them make any noise."

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

Gushi Khan's eyes flickered with murderous intent, he sneered and said, "Then just give these monasteries to the level of this Khan!"

In the night, the carriage carrying the eminent monk returned to the monastery.

There is a special room in the backyard of the monastery for discussing matters. A dozen other monks have already sat down and waited patiently.

Seeing the eminent monk coming in, the monks stood up one after another, bowed to the eminent monk, and the eminent monk returned the salute with a smile.

Although there are not many monks, these monks are "guru" and "master" in many temples in Qinghai-Tibet.

If it is said that Gushri Khan controlled the secular regime in Qinghai-Tibet, then these monks controlled the "divine power" in Qinghai-Tibet.

An old monk said: "How is the meeting between the eminent monk and King Khan?"

The eminent monk sighed and said: "King Khan is proud of the Golden Family and is unwilling to surrender to the Ming Dynasty."

Another young monk snorted and said, "The Heshuo Te tribe is just the descendant of Genghis Khan's younger brother. Where did he get the right to call himself the Golden Family?"

The eminent monk smiled lightly and said, "That's not the point."

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

The eminent monk said: "I haven't received the latest news, but before entering Qinghai, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent a letter to the poor monk, and now the poor monk will use it to pass through to all the eminent monks."

Under the dim oil lamp, one monk after another patiently circulated Zhu Cihong's autographed letter. Some felt relieved after reading it, some frowned after reading it, and more felt thoughtful after reading it.

The eminent monk coughed lightly, and said, "Everyone, His Highness the Crown Prince of Ming Dynasty's determination to conquer Qinghai-Tibet seems to be unshakable, and the failure of Prince Chaolu proves this even more. Now the poor monk feels that maybe we really have reached the right time again." Time to make a decision."

(End of this chapter)