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Chapter 561 Ming Dynasty: The Emperor Guards the National Gate (50)

Ningyuan City

Looking at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Dorgon who was full of vigor and vitality, Zhiyu sighed in his heart. The famous Dorgon in history was now a child of neither age nor small.

While Zhiyu was looking at Dorgon, Dorgon was also looking at her.

Naturally, the Later Jin sent people to inquire about the young emperor of the Ming Dynasty who had just been in office for two years.

However, this little emperor is very confused, and many of his actions are incomprehensible.

To this day, they still couldn't guess whether this little emperor was a puppet pushed by the treacherous ministers of the Ming Dynasty, or a trick used by the Ming Dynasty to confuse the enemy...

Dorgon came in for a long time and saw that everyone in the Ming Dynasty was sitting quietly in their seats and no one spoke. He couldn't help but frowned and looked at Zhiyu who was staring at the cup in a daze.

"Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, our Great Khan has ordered that if the Ming Dynasty wishes to negotiate peace with our Later Jin, it must cede three cities. I wonder..."

When Dorgon mentioned this matter, Zhiyu's dazed eyes gradually became clear.

She raised her hand, stopping Dorgon from saying anything else, and lazily leaned back in her chair, sighing, "People from this small place are just different. They look like they're only in their twenties or thirties, but they're always thinking about other people's things. I don't know if I'll live to enjoy them after taking them."

"Alas, it's only because I'm kind that I can condescend to talk to such a person."

Upon hearing this, everyone present, except the people from the Later Jin Dynasty, lowered their heads tacitly.

The Ming Dynasty was a great country. As its ministers, they represented the reputation of the Ming Dynasty and naturally could not laugh in front of envoys from other countries.

"you........."

Dorgon naturally understood Zhiyu's words. The young emperor of the Ming Dynasty was actually implying that their ambitions were high as the sky, but their lives were fragile as paper.

He slammed the table, stood up and glared at Zhiyu.

Zhiyu didn't care about Dorgon's attitude at all. She raised her hand to her mouth and yawned in an ungraceful manner.

"My Lords, please chat with the envoys from the Later Jin Dynasty. I am tired and need to go back to rest."

As if they were used to Zhiyu's actions, everyone numbly bowed to her departing figure and said, "Farewell, Your Majesty."

After Zhiyu left, a slightly older minister stepped forward to discuss peace talks with Dorgon. However, the final result of the discussion was that both sides walked out of the reception room with gloomy faces.

The Ming Dynasty minister had a cold face and lightly ordered the people around him to take care of Dorgon and his party to rest.

When the leading servant was leading Dorgon and his entourage, he quietly approached Dorgon, took the opportunity to slip a note into his hand, and then pretended nothing had happened and distanced himself from Dorgon.

Looking at the extra things in his hand, Dorgon's eyes flashed, and finally he dropped his hand into his sleeve.

night.

Dorgon changed into inconspicuous clothes, bypassed the patrolling Ming soldiers, and sneaked into an inconspicuous tent.

With the help of moonlight, as soon as Dorgon entered the tent, he could see clearly the people who had been waiting in the tent.

"The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty?"

Seeing that the person inside was Zhiyu, Dorgon couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, then looked around vigilantly. Seeing that Zhiyu was the only one in the tent, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhiyu calmly drank the tea in the cup, then nodded to Dorgon, "Yes, I."

Dorgon frowned and looked at Zhiyu, who was calm and composed. "I wonder if the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty has summoned a foreign minister so late at night. Is there something important?"