Han’s Son is Not a Slave

"General spare your life, General spare your life"

Wang Zhangjun, who was dressed as a civilian, was so frightened that his face turned pale from the carloads of corpses dragged out of the city. He knelt on the ground with a "thump" and kept kowtowing to Zhou Shixiang. Zhu Guorong, the prefect of Guangzhou, who was still in official uniform, stood there with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth curled up, obviously mocking Wang Zhangjun for being greedy for life and fear of death.

Zhou Shixiang looked at Zhu Guorong calmly, and suddenly asked him, "Who is Zhu Guozhi?"

"Zhu Guozhi?"

A look of doubt flashed in Zhu Guorong's eyes, and then he snorted: "This official does not know this person, thief Xiucai, since this official has fallen into your hands, if you want to kill you, you need to kill you, you need to be able to talk more!"

"Aren't you afraid of death, Master Zhu?"

Zhou Shixiang laughed. He was another Han Chinese who was willing to die for the Manchus. Didn't he see the bodies of the carloads of Manchu cubs and masters!

"What is there to fear about death?"

Zhu Guorong bowed his hands to the north, and raised his voice: "I think I, Zhu Guorong, are only a leader, but I have been favored by the saint. He appointed me as the prefect of Guangzhou. The master is safe, and I will apologize to you with death!"

"Master Zhu has a good backbone, I would rather be a dog than a human being." Zhou Shixiang gave a high five and gave him a command, "Give Wang Shenzheng a sword."

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

"This is?"

Wang Zhangjun stared blankly at the long sword on the ground, terrified in his heart, 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 the dog of the Manchurians. How about you, do you want to be a dog or a human?"

"A lower official is willing to be a person"

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 disguise himself as a civilian and escape. Zhu Guorong wanted to die, but he didn't want to.

"Then use this sword to slaughter this Manchurian dog." Zhou Shixiang moved his finger to Zhu Guorong.

"what?"

When he heard that the thief Xiucai wanted to kill Zhu Guorong with this sword, Wang Zhangjun was astonished.

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

Zhou Shixiang had a smile on his mouth, but his words contained murderous intent, so Wang Zhangjun couldn't help it.

"me"

Wang Zhangjun did not dare to violate the order. He held the long sword tremblingly and looked at Zhu Guorong swayingly.

Zhu Guorong glanced at him contemptuously, and said coldly: "Lord Wang, for the sake of you and me being officials in the same dynasty. Let this officer die more happily." , leaned down and gently brushed the dust off the shoes. After doing all this, he closed his eyes again and waited to die.

I am not afraid of death. How can you fear me to death!

I only sigh that thousands of people from all over the city fell into the hands of thieves and were brutally murdered. I, Zhu Guorong, are incompetent, and I can't redeem myself by dying!

Your Majesty, this minister is incompetent!

Zhu Guorong felt inexplicable grief in his heart, uncontrollable pain, as if a fire was burning in his chest, causing his heart to burn so painfully, so hot...

"call!"

After exhaling a long breath, Zhu Guorong froze there, waiting for the fatal stab.

"Master Zhu. I..."

Wang Zhangjun was so frightened that he scratched with 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's slowness, Zhu Guorong said angrily, "If you don't do anything, are you trying to make the thieves look down on me!"

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

Trembling, Wang Zhangjun stabbed the long sword at Zhu Guorong's chest. "Puchi", the sound of the sword cutting into the flesh was barely audible.

"I killed Zhu Guorong, I killed Zhu Guorong"

Before Zhu Guorong's screams came out, Wang Zhangjun was already yelling. But he didn't know that the surrounding Taiping soldiers were laughing when they saw him.

The skin on the chest can clearly feel the coldness from the sword, and Wang Zhangjun's shouting made Zhu Guorong think that he was about to die, but why wasn't the wound very painful?

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the scene when people died, waiting for the moment when I fell. However, he did not feel the loss of consciousness for a long time, but became more and more sober.

what happened?

Zhu Guorong subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his chest. He couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He saw that the sword in Wang Zhangjun's hand had just penetrated his official uniform, and the long sword had just made a cut in his chest. Didn't get in at all.

Zhu Guorong had a kind of anger at being teased. He looked at Wang Zhangjun who was still yelling with a livid face, and shouted, "You stupid bastard! This official is not dead yet!"

But I don't know if Wang Zhangjun didn't hear it because he was too frightened to kill someone, or if he has no reason at all, Zhu Guorong called him twice but didn't get any response from him.

"Ugh!"

This fool!

He couldn't count on Wang Zhangjun anymore, instead of begging for others, it was better to beg himself.

"Pfft!"

This time, the sound of the sword piercing into the flesh was clear, and the pain was real and clear.

"Uh…"

Zhu Guorong let out a painful low cry, then used the last of his strength to lean back, and with another "puff", the long sword was pulled out from his chest, and with a "pump", Zhu Guorong fell straight to the ground.

The blood is gushing like a spring, and the source of life seems to be drained.

Pain, faint, blurry

Why is it getting dark slowly?

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

Zhu Guorong died, and if he could die for his master, he died peacefully.

Wang Zhangjun also woke up. He woke up suddenly. He looked at Zhu Guorong's body on the ground with a horrified expression.

Zhou Shixiang stood up and patted his buttocks, then turned around and left after a few words.

"From now on, the prefect of Guangzhou in the Ming Dynasty is Mr. Wang, please come forward to appease the people in the city immediately, and put up the shelf of the Guangzhou government for this commander. The public security in the city must be quickly stabilized, and the people's livelihood must be resolved. Yes. If you have any difficulties, you will come to Ben Shuai.”

Hong Shiming has been locked in the governor's yamen for two days. These two days he was really worried and lived like a year. The thing he was most afraid of every day was that the door was violently pushed open, and then he rushed into a team of Taiping troops who were like tigers and wolves. He pulled out. Then he dragged him to Caishikou or some other university and killed him for the flag.

Worrying about the feeling of being afraid is really indescribable. Fortunately, no one came to find Hong Shiming in the past two days. The Taiping Army seemed to have forgotten that the eldest son of Hong Chengchou, who had a little history in the five provinces, was imprisoned in the governor's yamen.

Hong Shiming's food, drink and Lazarus are all in this room, and three meals are delivered every day by servants in the house. The toilet is also taken in the morning and evening. Except for not being allowed to come out, everything about Young Master Hong is the same as before. The soldiers outside wouldn't mind him either.

This situation made Hong Shiming's heart a little calmer. He guessed that most of the leaders of the Taiping Army knew that he was Hong Chengchou's son and felt that he was of great value, so they would not kill him.

The morning sun shone into the house, and Hong Shiming got up from the bed. What happened in the past few days made him feel like a dream, and now he still can'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-General and King Heping Nan? What is the situation on the other side of Mancheng? Is the three-way army outside rushing to Guangzhou again?

Hong Shiming sighed, and felt a little funny again, and it was impossible for him to protect himself. Still thinking of others.

After getting out of bed listlessly, Hong Shiming glanced at the toilet bowl, thinking that after leaving the toilet last night, there must be a stench inside, so he resisted the plan of leaving the toilet and waited for the servant to change the toilet and relax again.

Bored, he went to the table and picked up the teapot, but it was empty, and the tea had long been drank by him when he sat idly at night.

The mouth is dry and a little bitter, and I think it's because of the fear that I have been in the past two days, which will cause my body to be out of tune.

Hong Shiming glanced outside the house. A row of Taiping soldiers armed with spears surrounded the courtyard where he was, so that no flies could get out.

Is it so cold and quiet today?

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

He shook his head and smiled wryly. He scolded himself why he couldn't think of it, since the Taiping Army didn't kill him immediately, it proved that his father's name had a protective effect on him. If the thief of the Taiping Army really hated his father like a bone, he would have someone chop off his head and give it to his father as early as the moment he caught him, how could it be so delicious and drinkable.

Perhaps that thief and scholar is also having a headache how to deal with himself. kill me. Aside from provoking my father's anger, it would not do him any good. If he didn't kill me, he would do a lot of good. No matter how bad it was, he would always make my father feel more concerned about the use of troops in Guangdong. Although his thief and talent have captured Guangzhou City, the foundation is not too strong. If my father sent an army to fight him, I am afraid that he would not be able to defend Guangzhou City.

While thinking wildly, a voice came from outside the courtyard, and then someone entered the courtyard and called out to the study, "Young Master Hong is up?"

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

"Master Gui?"

Hong Shiming watched Gui Yongzhi slowly walk into the house in confusion.

"Young Master Hong looks bad, could it be that he is ill?"

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

"Hehe, don't talk about that." Gui Yongzhi smiled slightly, and said in the future, "Someone Gui is now the new master, and my commander wants you to write a letter to Mr. Hong."

What should come always comes. Hong Shiming is not surprised that the thief showcai 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?"

He didn't want Gui Yongzhi to laugh when he heard this. He said, "Master Hong is such a hero, how could he just drop a letter for his son? If this is the case, he died in the country when he was outside the customs. , the son is a bit inferior to your father."

Hong Shiming blushed and was a little embarrassed. Gui Yongzhi's words clearly meant that he was far worse than his father as a son.

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

"I said, you write."

Gui Yongzhi saw that there was paper and a pen on the desk, so he went to grind the ink, motioned Hong Shiming to sit down, and then said: "I don't want Young Master Hong to write anything, my commander said, just let Young Master Hong report to Master Hong. Just be safe."

"What on earth do you want me to write?" Hong Shiming was at a loss, what did he report safety like this.

Gui Yongzhi opened his mouth, but it was just eight words, very vernacular.

"The child is very good, my father is not worried."

"Just these eight characters?" Hong Shiming looked at Gui Yongzhi with a pen in his hand, wondering if he should write it like this.

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

"Okay, I'll write."

Hong Shiming stopped speaking, picked up the pen and wrote the eight characters. The son's handwriting can be seen as true or false by the father's, and cannot be faked.

After Gui Yongzhi took the letter in his hand and dried it carefully, he was about to leave with Hong Shiming and go back for business. However, Hong Shiming wanted to have a few words with him and asked about the current situation in the city. There was a scream, and I couldn't help being startled.

"Young Master Hong, don't worry about external affairs. Don't worry, you won't have any worries about your life for the time being."

Gui Yongzhi seemed to know what was going on at the inner house. He coughed and didn't tell Hong Shiming what happened at the inner house. He handed over to Hong Shiming and said goodbye.

"Go in another one?"

In the inner house, outside the living room of the governor's wife, Er Enzhe, Li Guibao asked the two master's personal maids 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 to know nothing.

Alas, Li Guibao sighed, the poor master is going to suffer, how can her body stand the tossing of those tigers and wolves. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

While speaking, the door was pushed open, and Li Guibao raised his eyelids to take a peek, and saw that the general of the Taiping Army who had entered just now came out with a satisfied face, carrying his belt.

"The girls of Aixinjueluo's family are really energetic, and I almost can't get her. Damn, it's a loss, I didn't get the first shot, and I asked Guan Tianshui to grab it first. Damn, no, I can't. Yesterday, I was able to eat the hang of his infantry right battalion. If Ge Laoliu knew about this, wouldn't it be useless to scold me! Well, but I'd better go and see the blind man first. This kid is divided into fifty Manchu girls. , but I don't know how many I've got now, if he can't get it, I'll help him, hehe."

Jiang Fan had a lewd look on his face. He walked away from the three of Li Guibao with a smile. He didn't even look at them at all, but the two little maids made him blushed at the words. After the people left, I remembered the master in the house and hurried in with the water basin.

Li Guibao is a man and the son of the Li family. The mistress was humiliated inside. He didn't have the nerve to go in. Standing outside really had mixed feelings. People are tossing like a kiln sister.

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