Bian Yujing didn't know why the person in front of her suddenly became cold, but she was the most accurate in the change in the man's attitude.

The sorrowful beauty, pressed her chest, looked secretly, her eyes fell on Hou Xuan's face with eyebrows, thinking about it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration.

The monstrous power of this young man in front of him often makes people forget that he is so young. Thinking of this, Bian Yujing no longer had pressure, she was so competitive, her eyes turned brightly, and she decided to forget his position and power, and treat him as an ordinary young man.

"I don't believe it, if you were a saint, you would come and knock on the door of the boat."

Bian Yujing, who has figured out the joints, is no longer restrained and helpless, her eyes are bright, and she smiles smartly. After a few words, Hou Xuanyan was coaxed lightly and comfortably.

Hou Xuan played in it, facing a beautiful woman with a beautiful national color, allowing himself to temporarily get out of the heavy national hatred and family hatred.

Bian Yujing saw him like this, Qiong's nose wrinkled slightly, and he was secretly proud in his heart. What is the Governor of Restoration, he is not a man, and he cannot escape from my palm. In her opinion, Hou Xuanyan has become obsessed with herself, just like countless princes and grandsons on the Qinhuai River.

She pressed the strings with her slender ten fingers, pulled the silk that slipped down, and said with a smile: "If you want to listen to a small song, Sai'er will play a song "Plum Blossom Three Alleys" for you." ”

Hou Xuanyan smiled, this little girl really ate herself, her words were ambiguous and her actions were intimate just now. Now there is such a vague indifference, and there is a song to sing plum blossoms Ling Shuang and arrogant, noble and unyielding. Men are all cheap bones, Bian Yujing obviously knows this well, and he is worthy of being the number one red singer on the Qinhuai River with beautiful women.

Although Hou Xuanyan could see it through, he was reluctant to say anything, so he just closed his eyes and said: "Forget it, the master is not good, let's come to the first "Eighteen Touches". ”

“......”

In the palace in Fuzhou, Zhu Yujian tirelessly reviewed the music.

Now that he, the emperor, has no real power, many local ministers are unwilling to ask for instructions. Among the few remaining provinces in the Southern Ming Dynasty, only Hou Xuan's performance in Zhejiang is detailed, and he will be on the table.

It's not that he is afraid of imperial power, it's just that Hou Xuanyan is cautious, afraid that he will turn his face with Zheng Zhilong in the future and leave some handle. Therefore, although he has the right to appoint and dismiss officials, he will ask for instructions every time. Of course, Zhu Yujian is also very face-saving, and when he saw Hou Xuan's performance, he approved it.

After all, Zhu Yujian didn't know Hou Xuanyan's thoughts, and he was very moved.

Suddenly, a piece of music from Suzhou caught his attention, and Zhu Yujian's hands trembled after reading it, and he was emotional.

This is a letter with earnest words, and the content written on it is mainly to ask Zhu Yujian, the Emperor of Longwu, to control southern Jiangnan, deploy and command forces from all over the country, and prepare for the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains.

Zhu Yujian couldn't help but be furious when he saw that it was the piece of music two days ago. As soon as he slapped the table, the little eunuch hurried over, and Zhu Yujian said angrily: "Why did Lord Hou send the piece two days ago, why did he only come to me today?" ”

The little eunuch knelt on the ground, and there was no trace of fear on his deeply lowered face, and even a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Back to Your Majesty, it was Nan Anhou who intercepted it halfway."

When Zhu Yujian heard that it was Zheng Zhilong, he was even more angry, and he silently put his trembling hand under the table, hiding his anger.

After Zheng Zhilong saw the chapter, his first reaction was absolutely not, he finally raised a royal brother, and passed the addiction of power. He Hou Xuanyan is going to pick people up, why. So he held down the music and dragged it for two days before sending it to Ouchi. This also told Zhu Yujian, if I don't want you to see it in Fuzhou, you won't even be able to see it. In the same way, if I don't let you go, you won't be able to go anywhere.

What made Zhu Yujian even more sad was He Tengjiao from Huguang.

This person was regarded by Zhu Yujian as a loyal and good general, but he jumped out at the first time to oppose him to drive southern Jiangnan. Clear-eyed people know that this is because they are afraid that the emperor will go, and he will not have the current power. I didn't expect that the important minister I relied on would be such a selfish villain.

In contrast, Hou Xuanyan's image suddenly became taller.

Two days was just a small episode of intrigue for this pair of monarchs and ministers, but in Yingtiannan Zhili, it was turned upside down.

The fire in Changzhou burned for three days and did not stop, the Qing soldiers on the periphery were almost absorbed, and the Tartar banner soldiers in the city were burned to ashes. The city of Changzhou has been completely burned down. Tens of thousands of people were very sad in Suzhou, and the officials in Changzhou remembered Hou Xuanyan's words and went to various yamen in Suzhou to strive for the reconstruction of Changzhou and the resettlement of the people's money, food and materials.

The prefects of various state capitals in Zhejiang are not good at stubble, and they have been ordered to attack everywhere. Gu Yanwu and Zheng Zunqian joined forces and fought all the way to Wuhu. There was no Qing army garrison in these places, and the shaving order made the people excited, basically wherever the army went, the people ate pot pulp without a fight.

The whole Yingtian good news was spread frequently, and only Jiangyin came with the news of defeat. Zhang Huangyan took Hou Xuanyan's money and grain, recruited a group of township soldiers, and ignored Hou Xuanyan's order, and took a boat to prepare to take Yangzhou and Jinling directly. Who knew that he happened to meet Hong Chengchou who came to Jiangyin to avoid trouble. Although Hong Chengchou did not lead many troops, they were all remnants of Cao Cunxing. But dealing with these township soldiers is still half a catty.

Zhang Huangyan was not a mediocre talent, Wen Taowu was a talented man at that time, but unfortunately he met Hong Chengchou.

After several battles, there were few of Zhang Huangyan's township soldiers left, and the remaining people desperately protected him and fled back to Suzhou.

Soon after Hong Chengchou's victory, the battle report of Changzhou came, and the wind spread that Prince Yu was dead, and 100,000 troops died in the fire. Hong Chengchou, who had long passed the year of knowing the destiny of heaven, looked at the riverside for a long time. Jiang Feng was already cool, and the veteran of a hundred battles with gray sideburns was speechless, although the world was wide, he didn't know where to settle down.

The soldiers tied the cloak on his shoulders, and his eyes were full of distress and confusion.

"My lord, cross the river." They also knew that what could be done when crossing the river, Prince Yu was killed in battle, and tens of thousands of soldiers of the Eight Banners died. Tartars are not soft-hearted lords of goodness.

"Hong San, take a jar of wine."

Although Hong San was anxious, but after so many years of obedience, it had penetrated into the bone marrow, he turned around and went to the camp and took a jar of Shaoxing liquor.

Hong Chengchou raised the wine jar, and his rickety waist and shoulders stood up again, it turned out that he had always been this burly appearance.

I used to be the pillar of the Ming Dynasty, and I also did the Manchu Eagle Dog, and the world said that I Hong Chengchou was greedy for life and afraid of death, but I didn't know that I was just unwilling. All the children in the Xiyi Pavilion are stupid and naughty children, but they are well-dressed and well-fed, and they laugh at my poor family one by one. Yingweipu walked the streets and alleys to sell dried tofu, and I also wept and rippled, who saw it?

"The first cup I respect my mentor Hong Qiyin, carry Hengjiu, and get rid of poverty." Hong Chengchou took off his cloak and took off his Manchu official uniform.

Hong San and eight other pro-soldiers knelt on the ground, tears in their eyes.

"The second cup of respect for the grace of the first emperor, but unfortunately there is no face to see each other after death." Hong Chengchou pulled out a knife and cut off his braids.

The soldiers were already crying.

"The third cup... I respect Hou Xuanyan, my life is unfortunate, and I have no chance to see you flatten the Central Plains. Hong Chengchou raised his knife and killed himself, and fell straight into the river.

Without exception, the eight pro-soldiers raised their swords and killed themselves, and followed their masters.