The heads of the people in the city fell to the ground, and the eyebrows in the city jumped. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the first human head hit the ground, there was an exclamation from the top of the city, but it quickly disappeared. Without exception, all Qing officials fell into a collective silence. They are not contemplative, but silent.

Shunzhi's heart was trembling.

The heads of the loyal two yellow flag disciples were in front of his eyes, and they were cut off one by one by the damned southern barbarians. The heads flashed in front of his eyes like meteors, but they did not disappear in the starry sky, but turned into meteorites and smashed into his fragile heart.

He ascended the throne at the age of nine, was in power at the age of fifteen, and was the Qing Emperor at the age of twenty-five, and he had never been so humiliated in his life. To cut off the head of his faithful servant in front of the emperor is humiliation.

Shunzhi felt powerless, even more powerless than seeing the Sanwan fire that night and seeing Aobai fleeing back in a hurry. But he couldn't do anything, he could only watch in amazement, and there was no expression of horror on his face. He is the emperor, and he can lose his temper in front of his minions, but not in front of his courtiers.

Feiyangu is not a ruthless and iron-blooded person, and the moment his sister's head drops, his heart hurts. The green tendons in his neck protruded, his eyes were bloodshot red, and his fists were even more tendoned, and they looked terrifying. His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath he exhaled from his nostrils appeared as a white mist in the cold air.

Sony, Aobai, Bahana, Cai Shiying, and Zu Zeqing were all silent, and they watched blankly as the Taiping Army dragged the severed corpse aside, and no one spoke. There are those who are afraid, those who are afraid, those who are angry, and for a time, there are thousands of thoughts on the head of the city, and the atmosphere is very heavy.

Seeing that those thieves were about to be killed, the head of the Yellow Flag General was put aside, Shunzhi thought it was over, and everyone thought it was over, but the matter was far from over.

Liu Bangdong raised his head to look at Yangzhou City, and when he looked back, the red pennant in his hand fell sharply. The flag makes a "whirring" sound.

A soldier holding a large flag on the side of the captives immediately waved the flag, dozens of Taiping soldiers armed with swords and guns rushed forward, anyway, the white flag soldiers shouted loudly, and several rows of two yellow flag soldiers strung together with ropes were brought out and walked forward under the drive of swords and spears.

The scene just now has already told these prisoners of the two yellow flags what will happen to them. They resisted, but they could do nothing but tighten their necks and make themselves even more unable to breathe. The Taiping soldiers who were dragging the rope almost used brute force to pull them forward, and the slightest resistance from the full soldiers would immediately experience a feeling of suffocation.

The captives who were not taken out were also in a commotion, bare-handed and scarred, and they could not make any waves in this massacre. Their fate was already predestined, the moment they were captured, or the moment their fathers and ancestors and themselves stepped into the land of the Han people, everything they had done was destined for them today.

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Today is a little less, I have been attending a seminar in Shanghai for the past few days, and I will go back at the end of the 18th, I have no other guarantees, only that there will be a five-day outbreak (no less than 10,000 words a day)

Now, I'll tell you what happened this afternoon, the story of me and a woman in a clear dress.

In the afternoon, the Writers' Association held a study to speak at the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and then each student had to speak and discuss. The bones prepared a copy, one or two hundred words, to the effect that who is supporting whom in the central government. Big talk, empty talk, I won't talk about it. My food and clothing parents are readers, and I don't have to please anyone like you young Han friends. Even if I don't have good grades and don't dare to stand with other authors, I insist on my heart that it doesn't matter if I don't have the qualifications to come back in the future.

Originally, everything was normal, everyone spoke one by one, of course, almost all of what was said was clichés, scenes, but a female author from the end of the world suddenly triggered everything below.

This author is from Suzhou, looks very young, and her screen name is two words plus the first letters of these two words (it's hard to say her name directly). After some clichés, she suddenly said that she wanted to add a few words. The approximate meaning of these sentences is that she is the author of Tianya, and has been posting posts on the history of cooking wine in Tianya before, and she herself is a student of history, and her works are about Dolgon and other Manchu heroes. But some people often scolded her under her works, saying that she was Han Chinese, why should they glorify these executioners who depicted the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and some people even scolded her for being a Qing dog. So she was very angry, so she wanted to use the platform of this workshop held by the Internet Literature Committee of the Writers' Association to tell these students:

The Manchus were a member of the Chinese nation, and the Manchus were China, and like other ethnic minorities, they were all members of China. Therefore, we should not hate the Manchus, which will create ethnic divisions and create Manchu independence. Even if this nation has done a lot of excessive things to the Han people, it has passed, and it should not be brought forward again, nor should it be described, but should look forward. To illustrate this matter, such as some anti-Japanese heroes of ethnic minorities, everyone is Chinese. All those who do not forget the sufferings of the Han people in the past are guilty of historical nihilism, which is not conducive to the unity of the Chinese nation, and so on...... Among them, she clearly put forward the term "Huanghan", thinking that this is a very wrong idea.

After she finished speaking, I couldn't help but take the bucket from the host's hand. The following is the content of my statement (unchanged)

After studying the general secretary's speech, I believe that we should study, comprehend, and apply what we have learned. The general secretary proposed to oppose historical nihilism, so we should reflect more national pride in our works, and describe more national heroes of our nation who resisted foreign aggression, and at the same time, we should also show the history of the suffering that our nation has suffered in our works, instead of avoiding talking about national integration and not talking about the bloody history. This is not right, this is historical nihilism, and we must resolutely oppose it.

I should say that my statement was peaceful, and I tried to downplay it as much as possible. After that, another author friend supported my point of view, and the female author grabbed the microphone and said that the tone was very high anyway, and it should be quite upset with me. I'm a man, and I'm supposed to be a lot older than the authoress, so I didn't argue anything with her. If I want to say anything, I should also say that without the existence of you women in pure clothes, there would be no existence of us imperial and Han authors, or there will be less. In addition, if you really have the opportunity to wear it, you can't roll the sheets with your prince and brother, because the Manchus and Han do not intermarry. As a Han girl, your fate, hum...

Okay, I'm sorry to disappoint you, the updates of the past few days have disappointed you, and I haven't had a more intense confrontation with this clear woman and maybe it will disappoint you as well. After all, this is an official platform, and it should be rare for an author like me to come, and it's hard to do anything. The host of the organizer, the secretary general of the Shanghai Writers Association, later got along with the mud, and the matter was over.

Believe me, when I go back, I will try. Today's post asked you to spend two cents more to see my nonsense, and tomorrow I will make up for it with four thousand word chapters. (To be continued.) )