Daming: Stealing Chen Yuanyuan at the beginning

Chapter 278 Assassination of Fan Wencheng ([-])

In the capital city in mid-June, the temperature is already very high, like a steamer.People in the city had nowhere to escape and were suffering.

The sun in the sky was shining white, and there was a layer of hot air on the row upon row of roofs. From a distance, the hot air was beating and shining, very dazzling.

In Fan Wencheng's house, in the study.

Fan Wencheng was sitting at the desk, working at his desk.He took off his official uniform and wore light home clothes. He still felt hot and hot, his back was itchy badly, and he shrugged his shoulders subconsciously.

Seeing this, the concubine who was standing aside fanning Fan Wencheng lifted up the husband's clothes and tickled him with her long nails.

Fan Wencheng narrowed his eyes with a look of enjoyment.When he was a child, he suffered from a strange disease called "fire python tinea", which resembled the scales of snakes, especially on his back.

Whenever the weather is hot, or when you are overworked and mentally stressed, the symptoms will attack, which is the most unbearable.Therefore, Fan Wencheng has a habit of ordering all the women in the family to keep long nails so that he can tickle him easily.

The concubine who was tickling Fan Wencheng at this moment was the woman who was robbed by Duoduo back then.Not only is she beautiful, but her tickling skills are far superior to other women in the mansion, so she is deeply loved by Fan Wencheng.

"My lord, today is your 50th birthday, you should take a day off at least. My servant will serve you for an afternoon nap, okay?" said the aunt.

"I can't sleep. My official duties are so complicated that I don't dare to slack off for a moment. If the plague doesn't subside for a day, I won't have a day of leisure." Fan Wencheng smiled bitterly and asked, "I told you before that the birthday banquet should not be held with great fanfare. Can you guys Ever did what I told you?"

The concubine said: "There is no invitation to entertain the guests, but the people in the house closed the door to celebrate the master's birthday. Hey, master, this is your fiftieth birthday, but it is so deserted. You have wronged yourself!"

Fan Wencheng said: "There is no other way. During the outbreak of the plague, large gatherings are not allowed. As the imperial envoy fighting the plague, I naturally have to lead by example. What's more, whether it is an official or a person, there is no harm in being low-key and pragmatic."

"There are so many princes and ministers in the court, and they are arrogant and domineering on weekdays, especially the Manchu nobles. They always regard you as an outsider. In times of crisis, they still have to rely on you for advice. Hmph, we suffer, they enjoy happiness, How unreasonable!" The aunt said angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Fan Wencheng yelled sharply and waved his hands, "Go out, I'll be alone."

The concubine left aggrieved, Fan Wencheng frowned and said nothing.He knew that his concubine was dissatisfied with the arrogant and domineering Manchu nobles because of Dodo's rude behavior, and she often complained.

In the past, when my concubine complained, Fan Wencheng just reprimanded her.Today, for some reason, his aunt's words hit his heart and made him feel even more irritable.

To be honest, Fan Wencheng didn't have any resentment towards Man Qing, on the contrary, he was sincerely grateful to Huang Taiji and Dorgon for their kindness.

Fan Wencheng's ancestral home is Shenyang. He was born into a family of officials and was the daughter of a famous family.His distant ancestors can be traced back to Fan Zhongyan, a famous official in the Northern Song Dynasty. His great-grandfather Fan Rui was the Minister of War in the Jiajing Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty; his grandfather Fan Chen was the commander of the Shenyang Guard.

Like many people from famous families, Fan Wencheng had the ambition to make contributions since he was a child. He is smart and studious, not a playboy, and determined to do something when he grows up.

I originally thought that like all the scholars in the Ming Dynasty, I would learn literature and martial arts, sell goods to the emperor's family, and then become a famous figure in the Ming Dynasty.

But the moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have misfortunes and blessings. Fan Wencheng's fate has undergone earth-shaking changes in the 46th year of Wanli.

That year, the Houjin Eight Banners captured Fushun and plundered wantonly. Fan Wencheng also became a prisoner. Afterwards, he was assigned to the Eight Banners of Manchuria and was enslaved under the Red Banner. He spent nearly nine years as a slave.

During these nine years, Fan Wencheng learned to beg for mercy and endure humiliation.He abandoned his ideals and the righteousness of his family and country. He just wanted to survive and then do a great job.

As for whether it was for the Ming Dynasty or the Manchu Qing Dynasty, he didn't care at all!

Without the psychological burden, Fan Wencheng had to work hard for the Manchu Qing court with peace of mind. He quickly emerged and rose rapidly, becoming the head of the court officials of the Manchu Qing court.

"I didn't feel sorry for the Ming Dynasty. It was the Ming Dynasty that was too corrupt and dark. The Ming Dynasty couldn't even defend its own city, and couldn't even protect its own people. It was the Ming Dynasty that was sorry for me!"

"Besides, since ancient times, there have been many things about changing dynasties. I just followed God's will. The world is dominated by the strong. His Zhu family didn't become the lord of the world since the beginning of Pangu. Why not Man Qing?"

"Assisting Man Qing to become the lord of the world, I will be the founding hero. At that time, my name will go down in history, who will dare to say that my choice of Fan Wencheng is wrong? A man who has made an indelible contribution will be able to smash all criticisms and slanders!"

This is what Fan Wencheng had in mind, exactly the same as Hong Chengchou.

In the 17th year of Chongzhen, with the Manchu Qing court taking control of the Central Plains, Fan Wencheng saw the hope of being famous in history, and he was more sure that he followed the right master, and he had no psychological burden. He even began to imagine the scene of being worshiped and praised by later generations.

Unexpectedly, in the past three years, the dream has gradually become out of reach. The Manchu Qing court moved the capital to the capital, which became the most glorious moment, and then it seemed to go downhill.

Fan Wencheng would not admit this fact, but his heart was full of worries and fears.Therefore, he worked harder and spared no effort to advise the Manchu Qing court. Even if the Manchu Qing went downhill, he still had to find ways to reverse the situation.

Can the Manchus still be invincible?Can you still turn the tide?For the first time, Fan Wencheng felt that he had no idea, and for the first time he felt powerless.

In May, spies sent to the south sent news that the Ming Dynasty had contained the plague, and the plague did not cause much damage to the south.

This secret report is placed on the desk.Fan Wencheng picked it up again for a closer look, frowned and thought to himself: "How did Chongzhen do it?"

He thought of what Chongzhen had done in the past few years, and couldn't help feeling horrified.It's only been a few years, and the Ming Dynasty has been revitalized, it's unbelievable, is this God's will?

Fan Wencheng took out a key, opened a locked drawer, and took out a folded piece of paper.When I opened the paper, I saw that there were poems written by Chongzhen in recent years.

"Dianchi Lake, five hundred miles away, rushing to the bottom of the eye. Wearing a lapel shore cap, the joy is vast and boundless...the best long couplet in the world, the weather is amazing!"

"I urge God to cheer up and send down talents of all kinds... A heart of love for talents is vivid on paper!"

"There are so many beautiful mountains and rivers that attract countless heroes to bow down. I regret Qin Huang Han Wu, a little less literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, a little less coquettish. A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend bows and shoot big eagles. It's all over, count the romantic figures, Let's look at the present... Once this word comes out, it will describe all the heroes of the past and present, who will compete with them?"

Fan Wencheng sighed while reading.The so-called view of people with literature, from these poems, he saw Chongzhen's great talent and general plan, and was deeply shocked.

At the same time, he also fell into confusion. If Chongzhen was really the lord and sage, why couldn't he manage the country well in the early stage?If he was a mediocre person, why did he become so wise and mighty in the past few years? What happened to him?
Is this a joke played by God, who first gave Fan Wencheng the hope of establishing immortal achievements, and then destroyed this hope?God, what do you want?
(End of this chapter)