The sun is bright and the sky is just right, and the breeze blows brings a hint of coolness. Two soldiers, one big and one small, are waiting for the bear in the hammock.

The hammock rubbed the bark slowly, making Lao Li lying on it think of his childhood. At that time, the Qing soldiers had not arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, and the small woods in the countryside were also such a leisurely time.

"Ergou, do you think people were so stupid when they were young, and they actually hoped to grow up."

On another hammock, Zhang Ergou was only fifteen years old, with his hands under his head, and his legs raised, saying with a longing look on his face: "I want to grow up too. In a few years, we will go back to our hometown. My mother said that she will find a wife for me. Hehe, Lao Li, have you tasted what a woman feels like?"

"Woman..." A complex look suddenly appeared in Lao Li's eyes, full of melancholy but endless aftertaste.

Zhang Ergou looked at Yu Qing's branches, and suddenly felt a spring in his heart, and he secretly prayed that he could have a beautiful wife.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking through the air came, accompanied by a scream, and a panicked woman was hanging upside down on Zhang Ergou's head.

Zhang Ergou rubbed his eyes hard. How enchanting this woman should be, it looks better than all the women he has ever seen. Even if he was struggling and shouting, his hair was hanging down, it would be hard to hide his beauty. This made Duodor unable to resist robbing the woman in the street, and he was fatal attraction to such an uninformed Ergou.

"God has appeared..."

"It's been our trap, and it hurts people." Old Li shouted loudly, because not far away, a middle-aged man was being clamped with pliers, and his legs were covered with blood. There was also a child who was directly fucked to death by a flying bamboo stick.

The two people jumped down from the hammock and ran to the corpse. They saw the middle-aged man wearing a black cotton coat, with good fox fur around his neck, and the small braid behind his head was obviously cut off. Old Li patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, it's Manchu, not Han."

"I am a Han, I am a Han, save me quickly." Who is Fan Wencheng? His eyes turned and he was like a bastard with hundreds of vicious tricks. How could he not see the current situation clearly?

He didn't expect that his tunnel would be so far away, and there was still a Ming army stationed. Only by fooling these two stupid Ming troops can he have a chance to survive.

When Mrs. Fan saw her son die tragically, she didn't care about being hung in the air and cried sadly: "Son, my Bin'er."

Only then did Zhang Ergou remember to put her down and when he reached out to catch her, he held her hands on Mrs. Fan's soft waist. Zhang Ergou felt dizzy, his breath was full of fragrance, and his lower body was swollen and uncomfortable.

Mrs. Fan crawled to her youngest son, and a bamboo sharpened and passed through Fan Chengbin's chest. The bloody hole was bleeding and there was no expression on her face. It was obvious that she could not die anymore.

Old Li looked at this scene coldly, secretly drew his sword in his hand, and went up to ask, "Who are you? Why are you coming out of this hole? Are you a spy from the Qing Dynasty?"

"We are Han people. In order to escape the persecution of Manchus, we dug a hole to hide." Fan Wencheng endured the pain of losing his son and defended loudly.

"I'm sorry, this lady, we didn't mean it. We...we thought... this is a bear hole." Zhang Ergou said, and was about to step forward to pull out the beast clip. Old Li kicked him away.

"Han people? Can ordinary Han people wear such good clothes? Have you ever seen what Han slaves in the village look like? And look at this old woman, even if he is a Han person, he is still a traitor."

Zhang Ergou was shocked. After all, he was a teenager and was not so comprehensive in thinking about things. After hearing Lao Li's words, he immediately pulled out his knife and said angrily: "It turns out he is a traitor."

Even though Fan Wencheng is cunning, in this situation, he still has no way to deal with the two young soldiers.

"Two soldiers, I have countless gold, silver and money in the distance. As long as you are willing to let me live, I will give you one thousand taels of gold each."

One thousand taels of gold? That's the real sky-high price that they spent in their lifetimes. Fan Wencheng is confident that these two soldiers who seem to be very poor will definitely not be able to withstand this temptation.

Lao Li and Zhang Ergou looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes. This traitor who had just shaved his braids actually spoke so generously, and it seemed that he was definitely a big fish.

The rewards and punishments of the Northern Expedition Army were clearly distinguished. The rewards were also very generous, but they were definitely less than a thousand taels of gold.

Fan Wencheng was also smart but was mistaken for cleverness. He never thought that the one thousand taels of gold he casually said would scare the courage of the two soldiers.

If he took out dozens of taels from his arms or took out a piece of jewelry from his wife's hand, these two soldiers might have let him go with money. But even those who could take out a thousand taels of gold knew that this person was a high-ranking official of the Qing Dynasty.

It is insignificant to release a little traitor privately, but it is a crime of beheading the traitor privately. Lao Li and Zhang Ergou have a tacit understanding, and they know what to do with their eyes.

After tying them up, they pulled the limping Fan Wencheng and the heartbroken Mrs. Fan to the Baihu District for rewards.

When Gao Baihu saw that the people he sent did not hunt the big bear, he actually caught two traitors, and was a little disappointed.

Although he is a hundred households, he does not have the financial resources to eat bear's paws. He originally planned to bring one for me to try.

"Traitor? What official did you have been in the Tartar court?"

Fan Wencheng dragged his broken legs along the way, and he was already bloody and in pain, and he was just wailing.

Old Li slapped him on the back of the knife and scolded: "We are asking you what you are, a traitor, you are still so arrogant now!"

Fan Wencheng's face was pale and there was no trace of blood. Gao Baihu curled his lips to see the female traitor, but he couldn't move it away at first glance.

So handsome, this beauty actually became a traitor, which made him feel a little angry. If Gao Yun knew something about writing, he would have to sigh, "You are a beautiful lady, how can you be a thief." Unfortunately, he blurted out like Old Li Ergou: "This beautiful lady is a traitor like you?"

"Speak quickly, otherwise you will taste the taste of torture."

Fan Wencheng endured the pain, his lips were chapped, and he saw that he was bleeding too much. He said in a trembling voice: "When Jun Ye said, the little man's brother is a county magistrate in the Tartar court. After being defeated by the Tianjun, he fled here with him."

Originally, he might have been confused, but Gao Yun sneered and said, "Outside Shenyang City, there is such a beautiful wife who can still protect her from being robbed by the Tartars. You tell me that she is the younger brother of a county magistrate, haha..."

Fan Wencheng Wan didn't expect that he would be very upset because of his wife's appearance.

"I see you don't cry until you see the coffin. Take him to the prisoner's camp and let the Qing soldiers identify him!"

Fan Wencheng's mind was blank, and he even forgot about the pain for a short time, and he was completely disappointed at that moment.

Once his identity is exposed, he doesn't know what fate he will face. I heard that Duoduo was poured with copper water in Yangzhou...

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Under the city of Chenyang, Hou Xuanyan looked at the city with his eyebrows and smiled, "The old saying goes to Huanglong, and Huanglong is the old nest of the Jin people. After taking Chenyang Mansion, we will fight northward and realize what Yue Wumu wants in his life. 'How to leave Zhuxian Town and not see the general playing the triumphant song', this eternal regret will be achieved by you and me."

Beside him, the generals are like clouds, and everyone is wearing helmets and armor, surrounding him and looking at the city tower.

"Prince, Gao Yun, a hundred households in the northern suburbs, escorted a traitor, saying it was Fan Wencheng."

"What?" Hou Xuanyan shouted in surprise: "Is Fan Wencheng arrested? This old thief actually escaped from Chenyang, which is really a bit wise."

Just as I was about to go back to see this long-famous traitor, I saw several Qing officials falling down with ropes in the city and walking towards him without a hand.

Lee Haoxian pulled out three arrows from behind and pulled the bow to shoot. Hou Xuanyan raised the horse whip and said, "Let them come over and hear what they say."

The several Qing officials who left the city were all Han people. After seeing Hou Xuanyan, they knelt down and said, "The Regent, Your Majesty and the Empress Dowager in the city are willing to surrender to the prince. The Qing Dynasty is willing to be a vassal of the Ming Dynasty, pay tribute every year, and guard the northern border for the prince. Our king Aisin Jueluo Shunzhi, and is willing to worship the prince as his adoptive father."

Hou Xuanyan curled his lips, riding on a horse as uncomfortable as eating a fly, and said in a deep voice: "I came for the Northern Expedition, not to take over my godson. How much blood feud accumulated in the four-year national crisis can be eliminated by surrender? Go back and tell Da Yu'er that if she wants to surrender, she will join her son, and give the sheep to the city and surrender. Otherwise, the sound of drums and horns will be heard, and it will be the time when the army breaks the city and slaughter all the enemies. Don't say that you are not prepared."

These officials withdrew from the Ming army camp and returned to the city as if they were fleeing. If they were usually the same, they would have surrendered long ago. But everyone in the world knew that Hou Xuanyan would not take prisoners, so the Manchus were relieved and bold to let them come down and surrender.

The so-called meat-tank leads the sheep to surrender with someone naked and holding an Aries.

Hou Xuanyan bluntly said that he would let Da Yu'er get the hell out of his body, so he naturally would not give them a chance to surrender. Everyone thought that Da Yu'er could not do such a thing.

As soon as the honest official left, several soldiers escorted two people in, one with a lame middle-aged bald man and the other with a beautiful woman.

The two personal soldiers pushed them and took them to the middle. Hou Xuanyan stood up and asked, "Are you Fan Wencheng?"

By this time, Fan Wencheng lost his previous calmness. His forehead was sweating like rain and his whole body was wet. He only knew how to nod.

"During the Wanli period, you became a scholar. Later, Nurhaci conquered Fushun, and you and your brother went to ask for a meeting and knelt at the foot of Manchus. Later, Huang Taiji ascended the throne, and you were highly valued. You invaded the Ming Dynasty in the south, occupied North Korea in the east, and Mongolia in the west, formulated national policies and instigated Ming generals, all of which were your work." Hou Xuanyan said in a leisurely manner, and he knew his life well. Fan Wencheng became more and more afraid the more he listened.

The Regent of the Ming Dynasty in front of him knows himself better than his family and friends. How much hatred is this...
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