"The general spares his life, the general spares his life"

Zhang Jun, the right-hand political officer dressed as a civilian, was so frightened that his face turned white by the carload of corpses dragged out of the city, and he fell to the ground with a "plop" and kept kowtowing to Zhou Shixiang. Zhu Guorong, the prefect of Guangzhou, who was still wearing an official uniform, stood there with his hands in his hands, the corners of his mouth curled, obviously ridiculing Wang Zhangjun for being greedy for life and afraid of death.

Zhou Shixiang looked at Zhu Guorong quietly, and suddenly asked him: "Who are you Zhu Guozhi?" ”

"Zhu Guozhi?"

Zhu Guorong's eyes flashed with doubt, and he immediately snorted: "This official doesn't know this person, the thief Xiucai, since this official has fallen into your hands, if you want to kill it, you have to listen to it, and you have to talk more!" ”

"Isn't Lord Zhu afraid of death?"

Zhou Shixiang laughed, he was another Han man who was willing to die for the Manchurians, didn't he see the corpse of the owner of the Manchurian cub in that car!

"What is there to fear from death?"

Zhu Guorong faced the north and arched his hand, and raised his voice: "I think that I Zhu Guorong is just a person, but I am favored by the Holy Grace, and I am entrusted with the prefect of Guangzhou, and the Holy Father treats me as a national soldier, and I should repay the Holy Saint as a national scholar." Now that he is in trouble, he cannot protect the safety of his master, so he should apologize with death! ”

"Lord Zhu has a good backbone, and he would rather be a dog than a good backbone." Zhou Shixiang high-fived and praised, and ordered left and right: "Give Wang a sword to participate in politics." ”

Immediately, a guard drew his sword and threw it in front of Wang Zhangjun, and the long sword fell to the ground, making a light and crisp sound of "clang".

"What is this?"

Wang Zhangjun looked at the long sword on the ground in a daze, and his heart was terrified, thinking that Zhou Shixiang wanted him to use this sword to commit suicide.

Zhou Shixiang pointed at him and said, "Zhu Guorong wants to be a dog for Manchurians." What about you, are you going to be a dog or a human? ”

"The lower officials are willing to be a man"

Wang Zhangjun was very afraid of death, otherwise he would not have taken off his official uniform when the Taiping army entered the city and wanted to escape disguised as a civilian. Zhu Guorong is bent on death. He didn't want to.

"Then use this sword to slaughter this Manchurian dog." Zhou Shixiang's fingers moved to Zhu Guorong.

"Huh?"

As soon as he heard that the thief Xiucai was going to kill Zhu Guorong with this sword, Wang Zhangjun was frightened.

"If you don't kill it, this sword will kill you."

Zhou Shixiang had a smile on his lips, but his words were full of murderous intent, and Wang Zhangjun couldn't help it.

"Me, I"

Wang Zhangjun didn't dare to disobey the order, he trembled and held the long sword, and looked at Zhu Guorong leisurely.

Zhu Guorong glanced at him contemptuously. said coldly: "Lord Wang, for the sake of you and me being officials in the same dynasty, let this official die happily." After speaking, he tidied up his official robe as if no one was around. Leaned down and gently dusted off his shoes, and only after doing all this did he close his eyes again and wait for death.

I am not afraid of death. Why fear me to death!

I only sighed that all the people in the city fell into the hands of thieves and were killed. I, Zhu Guorong, am incompetent, and I can't redeem myself if I die!

Your Majesty, the ministers are incompetent!

Zhu Guorong's heart was inexplicably sad, the pain was irrepressible, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, which made his heart burn so painful and so hot...

"Whew!"

After a long exhale, Zhu Guorong froze there. He's waiting for the fatal one.

"Lord Zhu, I...."

Wang Zhangjun was so frightened that he grabbed tears and snot. His voice trembled, and the long sword in his hand moved inch by inch towards Zhu Guorong's chest.

Seeing Wang Zhangjun swallowing slowly, Zhu Guorong said angrily: "Don't do it yet, do you want to make the thief look down on me!" ”

"Master Zhu, bear with me, I'll send you on your way!"

Wang Zhangjun trembled and slashed his long sword at Zhu Guorong's chest. There was a "poof", and the sound of the sword entering the flesh was faint.

"I killed Leslie Chu, I killed Leslie Chu"

Before Zhu Guorong's screams came out, Wang Zhangjun had already shouted, but he didn't know that the Taiping troops around him were laughing when they looked at him.

The skin on his chest could clearly feel the cold feeling from the blade, and Wang Zhangjun's shouting also made Zhu Guorong think that he was about to die, but why was the wound not very painful?

With his eyes closed, he tried his best to imagine the scene of death, waiting for the moment when he fell, but he did not feel the loss of consciousness for a long time, but became more and more awake.

What's going on?

Zhu Guorong subconsciously looked down at his chest, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, only to see that the sword in Wang Zhangjun's hand had just penetrated his official uniform, and the long sword only made a cut in his chest, and it didn't enter it at all.

Zhu Guorong felt a kind of anger at being teased, he looked at Wang Zhangjun who was still shouting and shouting with a blue face, and shouted: "You fool! The official is not dead! ”

But I don't know if Wang Zhangjun didn't hear it because he was too afraid of killing someone, or if he was not rational at all now, Zhu Guorong called him twice and didn't get any reaction from him.

"Alas!"

This bastard!

Can't count on Wang Zhangjun, instead of begging for others, it is better to beg for yourself, Zhu Guorong turned his heart sideways, suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed the sword body of the long sword, and then the whole person used all his strength to rush towards the tip of the sword.

"Poof!"

This time, the sound of the sword entering the flesh was clear, and the feeling of great pain was also real and clear.

"Uh..."

Zhu Guorong screamed in pain, and then leaned back with the last bit of strength, and with another "poof", the long sword was withdrawn from his chest, and with a "plop", Zhu Guorong fell straight to the ground.

Blood gushes like a fountain, and the source of life seems to be drained.

Pain, faintness, blurring

Why is it getting dark?

The eyelids slowly closed, the twitching body stopped moving, and the fingers seemed to no longer belong to the body, and the last tapping stopped.

Zhu Guorong died, he was able to die for his master, and he died peacefully.

Wang Zhangjun also woke up, he woke up very suddenly, looking at Zhu Guorong's corpse on the ground with a shocked face, his cheeks kept twitching, and his Adam's apple couldn't stop swallowing.

Zhou Shixiang got up and patted his buttocks, turned around and left.

"From now on, the prefect of Guangzhou in my Ming Dynasty is you, Lord Wang. Please come forward immediately to appease the people in the city, and set up the shelves of the Guangzhou Mansion for Ben Shuai, and the public order in the city must be quickly stabilized. The matter of people's livelihood should also be addressed. If you have any difficulties, you will come to Ben Shuai. ”

Hong Shiming was locked up in the governor's yamen for two days, and in the past two days, he was really worried and lived like a year, and the most fearful thing every day was that the door was pushed open, and then rushed into a team of Taiping troops like tigers and wolves, and dragged him out without saying anything, and then dragged him to the entrance of the vegetable market or which big school field to sacrifice the flag and kill his head.

The feeling of being worried and scared was really unspeakably uncomfortable, but fortunately, no one came to Hong Shiming in the past two days. The Taiping army seemed to have forgotten that the eldest prince of the five provinces, Hong Chengchou, was locked up in the governor's yamen.

Hong Shiming's eating, drinking, and Lazar are all in this room, and three meals are delivered by people in the house every day, and the commode is also taken once in the morning and once in the evening. Except that you are not allowed to come out. Everything about Hong Gongzi is the same as before, he reads when he loves to read, and he writes when he loves to write, even if he sings big operas in it. The soldiers outside wouldn't care about him.

This situation made Hong Shiming's heart settle down a little. He guessed that most of the leaders of the Taiping army knew that he was Hong Chengchou's son and felt that he was very valuable, so they did not kill him.

The early morning sun shone into the house, Hong Shiming got up from the bed, what happened in the past few days made him like a dream, and now he still doesn't believe that Guangzhou City fell into the hands of the Taiping army like this.

But I don't know what happened to the Governor and King Pingnan? What is the situation in Mancheng, is the three-way army outside in a hurry to rush to Guangzhou again?

Hong Shiming sighed, and felt a little funny. It's hard to protect yourself, and you still think about others.

After getting out of bed listlessly. Hong Shiming glanced at the commode, thinking that Gong had just finished last night, and there must be a foul smell inside, so he couldn't help but plan to go out of Gong, and wait for the next person to change the commode and then feel comfortable.

Boredom, he went to the table and picked up the teapot, but it was empty, and the tea had already been drunk by him when he sat down at night.

The mouth was dry and a little bitter, thinking that the reason for the fear of being frightened in the past two days would lead to physical imbalance.

Hong Shiming looked outside the house, a row of Taiping soldiers with spears surrounded the courtyard where he was so dense that even flies couldn't fly out.

Is it so deserted today?

The feeling of being forgotten made Hong Shiming very uncomfortable, but he was afraid that the Taiping army would really come to him.

He shook his head, smiled bitterly, and secretly scolded himself for not thinking about it, since the Taiping army did not kill him immediately, it proved that his father's name had a protective effect on him. If the thief Xiucai of the Taiping Army really hated his father like bones, as early as the moment he caught himself, he asked someone to cut off his head and give it to his father, how could it be so delicious and delicious.

Xu is that thief Xiucai is also having a headache how to deal with himself. Killing me, except to provoke my father's monstrous anger, is not beneficial to him, not killing me, but can do a lot of good, no matter how bad it is, it will always make my father more worried about the use of troops in Guangdong. Although he took Guangzhou City, his foundation was not too strong, and if my father transferred an army to fight him, I am afraid that he would not be able to defend Guangzhou City.

Just thinking about it, a voice came from outside the courtyard, and then someone entered the courtyard and called to the study: "Hong Gongzi can get up?" ”

The door was gently pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Hong Shiming, but it was Gui Yongzhi, the master of Governor Li Shutai. He came alone, and no one else.

"Master Gui?"

Hong Shiming looked at Gui Yongzhi in confusion and slowly walked into the house.

"Hong Gongzi has a bad complexion, could it be that he is sick?"

"Change Master Gui, but I don't know if I'm going to get sick."

"Hehe, don't talk about this." Gui Yongzhi smiled slightly, and said in the future, "Gui is now serving the new master, and my family commander wants you to write a letter to Lord Hong." ”

Hong Shiming is not surprised that the thief Xiu asked him to write a letter, he took it for granted: "But you want me to write a letter to persuade my father to surrender?" ”

I don't want Gui Yongzhi to laugh when he heard this, he said: "Lord Hong is such a hero, how could he surrender for his son with a letter, if this is the case, Lord Hong is not Lord Hong anymore." Hehe, but speaking of which, Childe is a little inferior to your father. ”

Hong Shiming's face flushed, a little embarrassed, Gui Yongzhi's words clearly said that he was too much worse than his father as a son.

"It's not a letter of persuasion, but I don't know what letter your marshal wants me to write?"

"I say, you write."

Gui Yongzhi saw that there was paper and pen on the desk, so he went to polish the ink, motioned for Hong Shiming to sit down, and then said: "It's not that I want Hong Gongzi to write something, my family handsome said, just let Hong Gongzi report to Hong that he is safe." ”

"What the hell do you want me to write?" Hong Shiming was confused, he was so safe to report.

Gui Yongzhi spoke, but it was a simple eight words, eight words in the vernacular.

"The child is fine, my father is not worried."

"Just those eight words?" Hong Shiming looked at Gui Yongzhi puzzled with his pen, wondering if he should write it accordingly.

"It's these eight words, Hong Gongzi write it quickly. The handsome man is still waiting for it. Gui Yongzhi urged.

"Okay, I'll write."

Hong Shiming stopped talking and wrote down these eight characters with a pen. The son's handwriting is true and false at a glance for the father, and it cannot be faked.

After Gui Yongzhi took the letter in his hand and dried it carefully, he was about to say goodbye to Hong Shiming and go back to the business, but Hong Shiming wanted to say a few words to the other party, ask about the current situation in the city, and was about to keep it, but he heard an exclamation from the inner house not far away, and he couldn't help but be startled.

"Young Master Hong, don't worry about the outside world. Don't worry, you won't have to worry about your life for the time being. ”

Gui Yongzhi seemed to know what was going on in the inner house, he coughed, and did not tell Hong Shiming what happened in the inner house, so he said goodbye to Hong Shiming

"Another one?"

In the inner house, outside the residence of the governor's wife, Li Guibao asked the personal maids of the two masters a little nervously. The two maids blushed and glanced at a few Taiping soldiers with knives not far away, nodded quietly, and then quickly turned their heads away, pretending not to know anything.

Alas, Li Guibao sighed, the poor master is going to suffer, where can her body and bones withstand the toss of those tigers and wolves.

As he spoke, the door was pushed open, Li Guibao raised his eyelids and peeked in, and saw the Taiping Army general who had just entered with a satisfied look on his waist and walked out.

"The ladies of the Aixin Jueluo family are really energetic, and Lao Tzu almost couldn't get her. Damn, it's a loss, I couldn't grab the first cannon, and I asked Guan Tianshui to take the lead, damn it, no, Lao Tzu was able to eat the hanging of the right battalion of his infantry army yesterday, if Ge Lao Liu knew it, he wouldn't have to scold me for being useless! Well, but let's go see the blind man first, this kid has fifty Manchurian girls, but I don't know how many I can get now, he can't get it, I'll help him, hehe. ”

Jiang Fan looked lewd. smiled and walked away from Li Guibao and the others, never looking at them at all, but the two little maids blushed when they called him this. After the people left, they remembered the master of the house, and hurriedly went in with the basin of water.

Li Guibao is a man, and he is the son of the Li family, the housewife suffered the shame inside, how embarrassed is he to go in, standing outside is really full of mixed feelings, no matter what people in the world think, I never imagined that the aunt of the Qing Emperor would be tossed like a kiln sister.

The emperor's aunt has called people like this, don't you want to finish this Qing Dynasty?

It's going to be over, it's going to be over sooner or later (to be continued.) )