Chapter 2: Shengjing Storm (Five)

Dorgon and Zhou Wenyuan were in a temple in the Guanyin Temple in the west of the city written by Dorgon in his letter to Sakhalin.

As a senior general of the Later Jin Dynasty and a royal family, Dorgon naturally knew what the identity of the middle-aged scholar in his thirties sitting in front of him had.

"The lower official Zhou Wenyuan had met Dorgon's general." Zhou Wenyuan said with a smile.

Dorgon smiled quickly, and politely learned to clasp his fists and said, "You are polite, Lord Zhou."

"The Xiaguan just received a secret report. Minister Sakhalin has quietly ordered people to send the news that you survived, General, to Shengjing." Zhou Wenyuan said, "However, he sent a lot of people to secretly surround the Guanyin Temple. Xiaguan guessed that he might be unfavorable to the adults."

"Xiao Sa wants to kill me, but he doesn't have the courage yet!" Dorgon snorted heavily, with a slight murderous intent in his eyes.

"Now the general and the lower officials are considered as ministers. The emperor's mission to the lower officials is to send the general back to Shengjing safely. If the news of the general's capture cannot be revealed, there is no need to rely on this Sakhalin!" Zhou Wenyuan was a little disgusted with the arrogant Dorgon, but this was something Zhu Yinglong ordered, so he had to worry about doing it, so he was also soft and thorny.

How could Dorgon not hear it? Since ancient times, civil and military officials are inferior to ordinary southerners. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is a barbarian who is far from a Confucian student who speaks moral articles. He is under the eaves, so he can't bow his head. He said indifferently: "Don't worry, Lord Zhou, although Xiao Sa is disagreeing with me for many political views, he is still my nephew. I am also his uncle, so he dare not treat me!"

"I hope so, but many generals should be more careful when they go back this time. They must be calm when they encounter problems. They must not act irresistibly and ruin major events." Zhou Wenyuan didn't say much and led his subordinates to quietly withdraw from the Guanyin Temple.

Of course, Zhou Wenyuan did not go far. He wanted to see Sakhalin take Dorgon away with him. As for Dorgon's safety, he was not worried at all. Who was Dorgon? A powerful general and rarely had an opponent with martial arts skills. Not to mention more than ten people, even among thousands of troops, he might not be able to stop him.

The four of them hurried towards the Guanyin Temple with a sedan chair. Needless to say, the seat was Sahalin, the Minister of the Later Jin Dynasty in Beijing. When the sedan chair stopped at the entrance of the Guanyin Temple, Sahalin quietly lifted a corner of the curtain and looked around vigilantly. Then he opened the curtain and walked out quickly.

There is only one temple in Guanyin Temple and a few small servants who care about the temple's property. It is not a regular temple. On weekdays, it only relies on pilgrims to give alms and money to spend money on inns. Sometimes it also takes in some students who go to Beijing to take the exam but can't afford to stay in inns. There are more than a dozen wing rooms in the temple, but some of them have been disrepaired for a long time and have not been able to live in people. They are all dilapidated.

Dorgon put on a depressed and outgoing son, but failed to go to Beijing to take the exam. Without any money, he fell into the streets of the capital and made a living by writing letters and signing for others. There was originally a Mr. Liu, who was involved in signing for characters in Guanyin Temple, died of illness a few days ago. Although Dorgon looked very young, he took this position under Zhou Wenyuan's arrangement and had done it in a few days. So the temple Zhu in the temple took him in the temple.

Sahalin knocked on the door of Guanyin Temple, saw a man who looked like a servant walked out, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "This guy, is this Guanyin Temple?"

The person who opened the door was Mengzi, who was the nephew of the temple Zhu. In addition to his uncle and nephew, there were two servants in the Guanyin Temple. Mengzi was the one who watched the gate and his work was the most relaxed. Although his name was Mengzi, he was thin, flexible in his head, and had strong eyes. When he saw that Sahalin was dressed simply on his face, he accidentally saw the huge jade ring on his hand. Although Guanyin Temple was a small place, several good men and women came to burn incense from time to time. However, few people in their hands could compare with the master in front of him. He quickly showed a flower-like smile and quickly lowered his eyebrows and said, "That's right, Master, what's the price for you to come to our small temple?"

Sahalin had long been accustomed to others' flattery for him, and coughed and said, "Is there a Mr. Duo in your temple who can use words to calculate and interpret signatures?"

Mengzi was stunned. Then she remembered the gentleman who my uncle took in the other day. He had only set up a stall in the temple for a few days. When a nobleman came to the door. When he thought of the nobleman, Mengzi's heart became warm. If he had served him well, he might have a considerable reward. He quickly squeezed out an extremely bright smile and said, "Yes, I'm living in the west wing room. Master, please go!"

"Lead the way forward!" Sahalin raised his chest and stepped into the temple gate.

The Guanyin Temple is not big, so it is two in front and back. The front yard is the Guanyin Hall, which is for good men and women to burn incense and bow to the temple. The back yard is the residence. Mengzi led the way in front and boasted about the gods of Guanyin Temple. Sahalin didn't care about this, but he knew the rules and rewarded Mengzi with a few silver dollars and donated thirty silver dragon dollars on the donation brothel at the temple. Then he arrived in front of what Mengzi said about the west wing.

"Mr. Duo, a master came here to see you!" Mengzi still respects knowledgeable scholars, and Dorgon is considered to be full of talent, so Mengzi dare not be at all presumptuous in front of him. This is also what his temple uncle Zhu repeatedly reminded him.

"Come in, we don't lock it!" Dorgon's heavy voice came out, and what was so strange that he was so angry that he disappeared. He had become accustomed to Dorgon's voice. It was Sakhalin's body trembling slightly unliberately. This voice was so familiar. It was his fourteen years old. Although the two were about the same age, Dorgon was an elder. Sakhalin was also proud of his talent and was versatile in civil and military. But every time he saw this fourteenth uncle, who was about the same age as him, he felt indescribable and cautious.

Just as he was thinking about how to greet him when he went in, Mengzi, who was beside him, had already pushed open the door and walked in.

"Mr. Duo, it's this master who wants to see you." Mengzi enthusiastically introduced Sakhalin to Dorgon.

Seeing this, Sahalin could not stand outside the door so he had to grit his teeth and walked in, but he was not easy to treat in front of Mengzi, shocked and embarrassed, and didn't know how to speak. It was like a child who made a mistake was caught by his parents, and it felt very uncomfortable.

"Mengzi, go down first, this master is here to find me." Dorgon gave Mengzi a faint smile.

"Okay, Mr. Duo, you guys talk slowly, I'll make a pot of hot tea for you now!" Mengzi responded and walked out.

"No need, Brother Mengzi, I will leave after saying a few words to Mr. Duo!" Sahalin stopped Mengzi and said.

He was stunned for a moment, clicked a little, and walked out of the wing room.

"My nephew Sahalin pays homage to my 14th uncle. I am still a 14th uncle who will never see him in this life. I feel sorry for you. The 14th uncle survives the disaster. It is really a blessing for my great Jin Kingdom!" Sahalin knelt down at Dorgon with a pounce, and cried bitterly.

No matter how many true feelings there were, Dorgon couldn't help but see his nephew, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help Sahalin and said, "Little Sa'er, you fourteenth uncle, I went through a lot of hardships to deceive the brother's tracking and saved my life!"

At that moment, both uncle and nephew were both sad, and they almost cried with their heads in their arms.

"Uncle Fourteenth, this is the capital of the Ming Dynasty. You are extremely unsafe here. If you can trust your nephew, your nephew will immediately arrange a secret residence outside the city." Sahalin said excitedly. He was prepared. If he could persuade Dorgon to obey his arrangements with words, there would be no need to force him. After all, Dorgon was also his elder.

"Little Sa'er, how could the 14th Uncle not believe you? However, this is the most dangerous place and the safest place. I am here, no one will know my identity. Besides, I have been in the Ming Dynasty for several months and have learned their living habits. It's good to stay here!" Dorgon didn't know what Sakhalin thought, so he naturally refused.

"But, it's not safe here. If the Ming court finds out, then you can be safe at your 14th uncle?" Sahalin continued to work hard.

"Now everyone knows that I have died in the desert. You may only know the news about me. As long as you don't say it, I don't say it, who will know my true identity?" Dorgon continued to refuse.

"Uncle Fourteen, you may not know the power of the Ming court. Since the Ming court was reorganized, the military and political affairs were separated. The original cabinet was renamed the Government Affairs Council. The Ministry of War became the current Military Machinery Pavilion. The Military Machinery Pavilion was divided into three departments, the General Equipment Department, the General Staff Department and the General Logistics Department. The General Staff Department has a Military Intelligence Department. This Military Intelligence Department is even more powerful than the Investigation Office of the Great Jin Kingdom. It is simply omnipresent, even more terrifying than the Jinyiwei and the East Factory of the year. However, they are good at hiding, with strange and changeable identities, and they are unable to defend themselves. There are countless talented people. The capital is the lifeline of the Zhu Ming royal family. Emperor Zhu is now very popular with the people, so his nephew's activities in the capital are difficult to carry out. His nephew's embassy is closely monitored. He has worked very hard to see you, Uncle Fourteen!" Sahalin said with emotion.

Dorgon knew that what Sakhalin said was true. He had seen the ability of the Ming court's intelligence department. Sakhalin's every move was under the surveillance of Zhou Wenyuan. Even what Sakhalin ate, drink, people, and words were recorded and sent to Zhou Wenyuan. Then Zhou Wenyuan sent these to him. He knew that although he had sworn to be loyal to Emperor Ming, he did not know about this. Except for Da Yu'er, there was no other evidence. Da Yu'er would not betray him. He firmly believed that he could just give up the matter and the Ming court would not trust him very much at once. These things were actually a kind of beating and a warning.

In front of him, Sahalin completely fell into Zhou Wenyuan's trap and couldn't help but sighed to the sky: "What are you going to do now? If I leave with you, wouldn't it be even more suspicious? What should they do if they follow the clues and find you?"

"Uncle Fourteenth Uncle Don't worry, my nephew has a person who is good at disguising. Find someone with a figure similar to yours and you are now. For a while, as long as you return to Shengjing safely, everything will naturally be fine." Sahalin said confidently.

"The defeated general, the fourteenth uncle has no shame to see the starling brother, and you, Ama, are all brothers!" Dorgon sighed long, as if he had seen through the world.

"Uncle Fourteenth Uncle was defeated because of the Ming court's intervention. Uncle Fourteenth Uncle didn't have to blame himself too much." Sahalin hurriedly comforted that Dorgon's defeat was certainly due to the sudden intervention of the Ming Dynasty, but also because he encountered two powerful opponents, and the elite soldiers were no less than the Eight Banners Cavalry. In addition, the judgment on the battlefield was wrong, and it was a blessing that he could escape alone without reinforcements.

"It's not too late. My nephew can't stay here for a long time. Please make a decision quickly!" Sahalin said anxiously. He took great risks today. Once the Ming court's surveillance officials found that the one in the minister's mansion was fake, it would be a big trouble.

"Let me think about it." Dorgon has always been cautious. Although this time it was planned secretly, he basically just needs to obey the arrangements, but it does not mean that he will hand over his destiny to others. Dorgon is not a puppet who can easily follow the manipulation of others.

"Does Shengjing know that I am still alive?" Dorgon's eyes pierced into Sahalin's gaze like a sharp edge.

"This, this..." Sahalin's eyes quickly moved away from Dorgon's attention, and even said a little panickedly, "Fourth Uncle, don't blame your nephew. When my nephew received the handwritten letter from your 14th Uncle, I was shocked. After careful consideration, my nephew knew that there were many strange people in the Ming court. Some people copied other people's handwriting, but some people might not be able to find out the authenticity even if they saw it. Therefore, my nephew not only concluded that it was you, the 14th Uncle, so I had to send a urgent letter to Shengjing and report the matter to the Khan."

He had known this for a long time, but he still wanted to confirm it from Sahalin's mouth. His eyes eased and asked, "Xiao Sa'er, guess what Dahan will do with your fourteenth uncle?"

"I don't know, my nephew." Sahalin said with sweating in his forehead and lowered his head.

"If the Khan wanted to kill your fourteenth uncle and wanted you to execute it, what would you do?" Dorgon asked at Sahalin.

This problem simply forced Sahalin to a dead corner. Sweat beads on Sahalin's forehead kept coming out, and it was too late to wipe it with his hands.
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