On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the city of Datong is full of joy, the lights are colorful, the newly built houses in the dilapidated city have begun to see the scale, the once depressed street market has resumed its former prosperity, the diligent hawkers, the loud merchants and the people with tired faces but with a smile come and go on the streets, the sound of firecrackers bursts and the sound of suona again and again, constituting a picture of the partial peace and prosperity that has just healed from the war, and the bloody war wounds have gradually healed, from this point of view, the tenacious vitality of the Han people can be seen.

In a peaceful atmosphere, there was a flow of people at the city gate, and Hai Lanzhu and his party were not so eye-catching when they entered the city, and Wang Huan did not deliberately greet them, and sent someone to guide them into the official office where they lived temporarily.

The carriage stopped in the compound, the curtain was lifted, and Hai Lanzhu went down to the ground with apprehension, the courtyard was still wide, as big as four or five bays, but there were not many people standing.

It doesn't look like you're going to take yourself into the room. Hai Lanzhu looked around, although there were red lanterns hanging under the eaves, and people wore red belts around their waists, but how they looked like the New Year, it was not a dress for a happy event. And other than that, not even a single red colored silk.

In the courtyard, there was a young man standing, a brocade robe and a square scarf, his appearance was very delicate, although it was a little darker, but he looked heroic, and there was no decoration such as jade and sword on his body, but he naturally exuded an indescribable domineering.

Hai Lanzhu couldn't help but take a look, the man looked at her with a smile, his smile was clean and natural, without any evil aura like a disciple, but it made Hai Lanzhu blush for no reason, and she vaguely felt that this face seemed to have been seen somewhere.

The clansmen who had escorted him over stepped forward and bowed over to speak to the young man with a very respectful expression. Hai Lanzhu was a little surprised again, this young man is not a noble person, a big housekeeper and other figures, otherwise how could someone from his side go up to talk?

She didn't dare to go over, because although she was identical, she was equivalent to a proton who entered the enemy camp, and her life and death in the future would depend on heaven, and she couldn't rely on her own temperament at will.

The clansman said a few words to the young man, stretched out his hand and pointed in his direction, and the young man also looked over, and happened to meet Hai Lanzhu's eyes, his eyes were deep and majestic, and Hai Lanzhu hurriedly lowered his head in a panic.

Why is this person so fierce? Hai Lanzhu said in her heart, she is obviously very good-looking, but she has such a violent temperament, if she is given him a wife and concubine, she is afraid that she will be beaten to death.

Thinking of this, Hai Lanzhu felt even more uneasy, she was a banner person, the Manchu and Han were opposed, how would that Liangguo Gong treat herself in the future? Will he be as fierce as this young man? He won't hurt anyone, but there is a newly married princess of the Ming Kingdom, she is the main house, she is just a partial concubine, according to the habits of the Han people, even if the big house kills the concubine, it is just a little punished to read some women's moral books, and when you meet the big backstage of your in-law's family, you won't even have this punishment.

Dafang is the princess of Mingguo, is there a bigger backstage than this? Hai Lanzhu couldn't help but feel bitter in her heart,

In the distance, a voice floated over, the voice of the young man: "Bring someone here." ”

The tone is neither high nor low, but it is impossible to refuse.

The clansmen said yes and turned around, but instead of calling Hai Lanzhu, they turned to the back of the line and proposed more than a dozen bound people.

Are there still these people in your own escort team? Hai Lanzhu became curious, because according to etiquette, the bridesmaid had to stay in the carriage all the time, and she couldn't come out except for the accommodation, so she didn't know about a few people around her, and no one told her.

Those people had braids and shaved their hair, but they were not banner people, they should be Han people who belonged to the Qing Dynasty. The rope that bound them was so tight that they stumbled when they walked, and they didn't know how they survived the long journey.

"Grandpa, this is Zhou Kui and the others." The clansman said respectfully to the young man, "According to your orders, men over the age of fifteen within three generations have brought them, and there are many of them. ”

Grandpa? Hailan Zhubei's teeth opened slightly, and she couldn't help but scream softly, and quickly reached out to cover her mouth, staring at the person without blinking, her eyes were surprised and panicked, it turned out that he was really the Liangguo Duke of Mingguo? Your own future husband?

Wang Huan naturally didn't notice the change in Hai Lanzhu's expression, he stared at the person kneeling on the ground carefully, his face stiffened, counted the number of people, and then turned his head back and said softly to a person whose whole body was covered in a white fur coat.

"It should all be here, princess, come and recognize someone."

The person in the big curtain was petite, nodded slightly, stepped forward, pulled off the hood on his head, and revealed the pretty face of Princess Changping, but at this time, the beauty was like a prison, and there was no expression on her flower-like face, which was as cold as frost.

One by one, she walked past the kneeling men, none of whom dared to look up at her, their heads trembling like a herd of pigs to be chopped.

Princess Changping walked slowly, and finally stopped in front of a white-haired old man, pursed her lips, and said in a voice that seemed to be holding back from her lungs: "Grandpa! ”

The old man trembled all over, raised his head, his wrinkled face was covered with tears, his forehead was shaved, and he had a braid on the back of his head, which was Zhou Kui, the reign of the Chongzhen Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhou Kui's lips squirmed a few times, wanting to say something, but he never said it, lowered his head again, and muttered: "Granddaughter, you let them go, it's all my fault." ”

Princess Changping closed her eyes, and when she heard these words, it was as if a hand had reached into her chest, pinching her heart so hard that she was almost out of breath, and an indescribable pain went straight to her mind.

Dear relatives, this is his grandfather, it is him, who denounced his three younger brothers, Zhou Kui's own grandson, including the crown prince Zhu Cihong, and handed them over to the Qing court, and then killed them alive, cutting off the blood of the Zhu family.

There are countless times, when Changping dreams back at midnight, she wakes up from a dead dream, and the past lingers, and the cries of her younger brothers when they are caught out of the door are like shadows, always lingering in her ears, she gritted her teeth and vowed to take revenge.

Dorgon was dead, defeated by her own husband, and there was no one else but her own grandfather's family. Wang Huan asked the Qing court to hand over Zhou Kui's family on the condition of boycotting the army, but the Qing court did not hesitate and simply handed over the people.

"At that time...... Why? Changping asked painfully, but no tears flowed: "...... them It's your grandson! ”

"I can't help it." Zhou Kui said in a low voice: "I have no choice, if I don't do this, once we are denounced by others, we will all die." ”

He raised his head, struggled to walk a few steps to Princess Changping's knees, leaned his head on her legs, and cried in a pleading tone: "Granddaughter, for your mother's sake, plead for us, spare your cousins, everything is my old man's fault, it's all my fault!" If you want to kill, kill me alone! ”

More than a dozen kneeling people cried together, their voices were sad, their shapes were lamentable, and they begged and shouted: "Sister, sister, spare us, we will be cattle and horses to repay your kindness!" ”

Princess Changping looked up at the sky with dull eyes, the sky was blue, and the clouds were flickering, she shook her head slightly, and sighed lightly: "My mother is dead, she was killed by my father himself......"

After that, she lowered her head and looked at Zhou Kui, her eyes were empty, without any trace of pity. Zhou Kui was stunned and continued to cry: "That's not our fault, it's the fault of the iniquity!" It's not me who killed my grandson, it's a Tartar! Granddaughter, you have to think clearly, we are all a family, and we are the only relatives, a family can't kill each other, can't! ”

Princess Changping gritted her teeth and looked at him, her body trembled, her face twitched, and she couldn't control herself.

Wang Huan walked up in time, grabbed her shoulders, twisted her body slightly, and said gently: "Let me deal with it, you have seen someone, you should also go to heart disease, and leave the rest to me." ”

Zhou Kui saw that Princess Changping was taken away by Wang Huan, he knew that something was wrong, and he was in a hurry, and wanted to stand up and chase after him, but he was firmly pressed by the shoulders of the two guards, unable to move, and could only shout with a crying voice: "Granddaughter, granddaughter, please save us, please, there are only a few relatives left in the Zhu family, and they will be gone in the future!" Ahhh ”

Chang Ping walked without looking back, the big white body wrapped in a small body, and a sentence floated in: "There are no good people in the Zhou family, and neither is the Zhu family." ”

(End of chapter)