The Tatars re-established power in Beijing, searched for anti-Qing people throughout the country, and were trapped in Jinling for three years. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the autumn of 1648, Hong Chengchou gave him a seal and left Jinling for Guangdong.

The streets were reopened, and the number of pedestrians on the roads gradually increased, and the Qing soldiers armed with spears patrolled the streets back and forth, patrolling the troublemakers and maintaining their hard-won land.

The people entering and leaving the city gate lined up in a long line in a very orderly manner, Han Ke looked at the Qing soldiers who were being inspected in front of him, his heart sank, he lowered his eyebrows, and his thin fingertips tightly pinched the package on his shoulder, thoughtfully.

"Let's go...... Hurry up and ......" The voice of the Qing soldier's loud reprimand came, and Han Ke came back from his deep thought, he took away the look in his eyes and walked over slowly.

"Oops...... Take out the package and check it routinely......" Qing Bing repeated what he had said before at the top of his voice, frowning, the expression on his face was quite impatient, and he said to himself: "What's the matter with these people? I've said it many times, and none of them have a long brain. ”

Before Han could react, one of the soldiers rudely ripped the package off his shoulder. In a flash of lightning, he grabbed the corner of the black jacquard brocade, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he smiled far-fetchedly: "Official, you see that I am a member of the family, and this package is nothing more than some soft and Buddhist scriptures, where will there be anything else?" You don't have to put in the effort, do you? ”

Qing Bing showed a meaningful expression on his face, he moved away from the fingertips that Han Ke was holding, looked his shabby monk's robe up and down with disdain, and smiled fakely: "Look at you like this, I have to check it today." ”

"I have the stamp plate given by Lord Hong, so let's turn over this little thing." Han Ke took out a palm-sized seal from his bosom and handed it to Qing Bing, thinking that he would sell face. He sarcastically laughed at himself in his heart, in this troubled world, he finally learned to be a fox and a tiger, and he bullied others.

Qing Bing stretched out his hand to take the seal, played with it for a while, raised his eyebrows, and had a hint of provocation in his eyes: "Not bad." He glanced at Han Ke, stretched out his little thumb and scratched his ear, and changed his words: "However, here, the king of heaven is useless." Lao Tzu is doing royal affairs, don't use those things to oppress people anymore. ”

Ignoring Han Ke's obstruction, he opened the tight package, and a thick pile of paper inside attracted the attention of Qing Bing, he reached out and took it out, flipping through them one by one, his face became more and more ugly.

"You're hiding all these stolen goods?" Qing Bing roared, his face replaced by shock, and he put the thing back as it was, ready to present it as evidence. Zhu Yousong replied to Ruan Dacheng's letter, describing the dedication of the Hongguang Dynasty of the Southern Ming Dynasty to fight against the Qing Dynasty, which of these is not a major crime?

Han Ke slowly closed his eyes, the secret hidden in his heart was dug away, he did not struggle, but his whole body relaxed, his beating heart regained calm, lowered his eyebrows, and calmly waited for the next sentence.

After that, Han Ke was escorted to Beijing, where he was interrogated by the Criminal Department and convicted of "interfering in current affairs."

The frightening silence of the cell at night, the cold moonlight pouring in through the tiny iron windows, poured over this room that had kept an unknown number of sinners.

Han Ke leaned against the cold wall, the floor was a bed made of weeds, his black pupils were dilated and dim, there was no focus at all, the moonlight like water set off his angular cheeks even more thin, and the expression on his face was as stiff as a stone.

"Open the door." Zhao Cheng's voice sounded without a trace of undulation.

"Yes, sir." The prison temple smiled flatteringly, took out a string of copper keys from his waist, and walked over to open the door, and with a click, the iron chain that circled around the pillar was pulled down, and with a squeak, the door made of wooden pillars was opened.

"Lord Zhao......"

"Go down, don't let people in." staring at the dog-legged prison temple, he waved his hand elegantly, showing his good upbringing.

"Yes, yes...... The little ones will stand down, and never let the adults come and interrogate the prisoners. ”

After the prison temple left, Zhao Cheng Shi Ran walked in, stared at the immobile Han Ke, shook his head slightly, sighed slowly, stood in the narrow cell, and looked indifferently at the still silent Han Ke.

Zhao Cheng lifted the hem of his clothes, sat with him on his knees, his head against the cold and rough wall, and looked at the blurred shadow outside the window, revealing a satisfied look.

"Have you been planning to turn a blind eye?" The tone of the mouth was light.

Hearing this, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Han Keyan's mouth, his eyes rolled, and the expression revealed seemed to have a trace of disdain: "No matter where Lord Zhao goes, he is full of radiance, but it is not something that I and other people like chickens and dogs can climb." ”

"Radiant? Is it? Zhao Cheng sneered and asked rhetorically, the expression on his face seemed to be a little weird because of depression.

Han Ke put his hand on his bent knee, and instead of answering his boring question, he turned his head slightly, staring at the unpredictable Zhao Cheng in the dim light.

"How could Lord Zhao have the leisure to visit the prison late at night?" He asked with a questioning tone and an indifferent expression.

After being silent for a long time, Zhao Chengcai slowly lowered his head, took out a thick letter from his arms, and handed it over: "Open it and take a look!" ”

Although Han Ke disdained to be a traitor to this kind of traitor, he took it over and opened it without saying a word, wanting to see what tricks Zhao Cheng was going to make.

With a bang, the yellowed paper fell out and slowly fell to the ground, and the familiar memories came flooding back, and he reached out in disbelief to pick up the paper that was lying on the weeds, dumbfounded.

Familiar touch, familiar handwriting, familiar paper......

Everything is so familiar.

His eyes widened, and he turned his head excitedly to look at Zhao Cheng with a calm face, and his pupils glowed with a faint light under the moonlight like water.

"How...... How so? He stammered and asked incoherently.

Zhao Cheng handed him a reassuring look, but his voice seemed to be indifferent: "Don't worry!" I've got it all arranged, and no one will find out. ”

"Why?"

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyebrows and was silent for a long time before he reluctantly chuckled, with guilt in his tone: "I am also a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, but I am a traitor, and I will only steal my life." ”

"Now I can finally do something, even if it's insignificant, at least to prevent me from living so painfully."

Han Ke pursed his lips, and the words of comfort swirled in his throat before swallowing it back. Everyone has their own choices, right and wrong, you can't blindly close the coffin, don't you even know what you are right and wrong?

Zhao Cheng leaned against the wall, stood up slowly, turned his back to Han Ke, rolled his throat a few times, and said in a low voice: "If you can exchange your life for the peace of your family, what if you are scolded as a sinner?" There is no way to have both worlds. After a pause, he continued: "Take care! ”

Han Ke raised his head and looked at his distant back, thoughtful.

PS: Han Ke was the first victim of the Qing Dynasty's "literary prison".