When Yang Fan arrived at Linghe City with five hundred guards, he saw more than a dozen envoys from Shengjing City, waiting outside the city gate. Yang Fan rode forward, and Gamble Nine followed closely behind. The yellow sand was rolling, and the five hundred righteous servants followed closely behind, and Yang Fan waved his hand, signaling the five hundred guards to stay in place. These 500 people came with him voluntarily, and he thought about bringing someone to the appointment, and after thinking about it, he still took the 500 brothers who were born and died at the beginning.

When the visitor saw a long shirt with an inconspicuous long knife at his waist, he thought it was an ordinary lieutenant, so he said with some arrogance: "What a little official." I am an envoy from the Qing Dynasty, and I have come to submit the invitation to the alliance, and I don't invite the general soldiers of Linghe City to come out to greet me quickly! ”

Yang Fan knew that he was a lackey of the Manchu Qing Dynasty when he heard it, so he sneered: "You are waiting for a small envoy, why do you need the general army to come in person." If it is an invitation, it should be honored. Shouting so loudly and with no one in sight, did he become a slave and forget even the basic etiquette? ”

The messenger was furious and shouted, "Bold." I am the envoy of the Great Qing Dynasty, and being rude to me like this is rude to the Great Qing Dynasty! Left and right, don't discipline this person for me! ”

"You dare!" As soon as the five hundred guards in the distance heard that someone was going to make a move on Yang Fan, the knife in their hand directly lit up, and the sound of the knife drawing made the pupils of these messengers who came to deliver the invitation shrink. They didn't expect that when these Ming people in the border army were so bloody, they didn't have so much backbone before. Originally, now it was majestic here, and I made some extra money by the way, but I didn't expect it to become such a scene, which made me embarrassed.

The gates were half opened, and several horsemen came on horseback. I looked at the five hundred guards. He looked at Yang Fan again, and hurriedly dismounted and saluted: "The protector has arrived." There is a long way to go. Wu Sangui, the chief soldier of Xia Linghe City. ”

"Protector?" The Tartar lackey raised his eyebrows, wasn't he ordered to hand over the invitation to Yang Fan, the protector of the country. My feelings are bumped into the muzzle of the gun. He quickly apologized. "It turned out to be the protector of the Ming Dynasty, rude, rude. This invitation's invitation is Fan ......"

"Wait." Yang Fan turned his head.

"Any other commands?" The envoy immediately changed his face and said with a smile.

"You, get off the horse and send it over personally."

The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This is easy to say, this is easy to say." He got off his horse, took the invitation, and ran over. smiled and handed the invitation to Yang Fan, "Master Fan said, Yang Zhuguo is everyone's style, and he must not miss the appointment." He raised his head and looked at Yang Fan with a flattering expression, hoping to hear a certain answer from Yang Fan's mouth. Then his errand was done, not only done, but perfectly accomplished. This invitation was personally handed to Yang Fan. He didn't know how Huang Taiji would praise him.

Yang Fan rode a tall horse, he looked up, the sunlight pierced straight into his eyes, and he couldn't help but make this minion's eyes squint. It looks like an ugly cat.

"It is said that dogs look down on people. Now that I see the dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, I believe that there is no shortage of such bullies in nature. . Tell Fan Wencheng that Fan Wenzheng Gong does not have a slave descendant like him. "Yang Fan reined in the horse. Casually toss the invitation to the side of the basket, like a piece of waste paper.

The man's face was as ugly as eating. looked around, if it was in Shengjing City, someone dared to slander Fan Wencheng like this, let alone the Han people, the local Manchurians could drown Yang Fan with a mouthful of spit.

"Then please Yang Zhuguo don't miss the appointment! Leave! ”

"Get out!"

"Get out! Tartar dogs! "When the guards saw such a minion, they were even more hateful than they were when they saw the boar skin.

It wasn't until the dozen or so envoys left in embarrassment that Yang Fan turned around and looked at the city he was guarding at the beginning, but now it is solid, at least it is really impregnable. Wu Sangui's eyes were different, and he clasped his fists and saluted: "Please go to the side of the country." ”

Yang Fan said: "General Wu sticks to Linghe City, and he is the vanguard of my Ming Dynasty. I hope you don't disgrace the city's reputation. ”

"Guogong will know if the eldest uncle has been insulted after seeing it." Wu Sangui was already bearded when he was young, the corners of his mouth rose between his cheeks and smiles, and his heroic spirit was compelling, and his fair face had two hearty eyebrows and a straight nose bridge that fully provoked the heroic style of a man. What's even more striking is that the calm and calm air between the eyebrows is like a deep pool of still water, rippling and attacking people, and it is no wonder that it will be reused by the Ming Court in the end, guarding the Shanhaiguan as the last straw. Not to mention now, there is a saying about looking at faces from ancient times to the present. Many rulers like to look at their faces. Born tall and mighty, he must be the choice of the general, and today's Wu Sangui, although he is only a general soldier, is also in the hands of the army. When Yang Fan said this, he only deliberately knocked it out.

When the horses entered the city, Yang Fan saw the people in the city who had already welcomed them, and if they looked closely, the people here did not look like they were suffering, and it seemed that there was no damage in the city in the past three years. Seeing this Shengjing, instead of the depressed scene of the soldiers and the weak people, made him feel a little relieved. Wu Sangui rode his horse and followed behind, and whispered: "Guogong's words on the upper floor of Shanhaiguan City, the eldest uncle has never dared to forget, and after settling in Linghe City, he spurred himself even more and did not dare to slack off. ”

These words naturally sound good when they blow into their ears, but how could Yang Fan not know the moisture in his words, he just chuckled lightly and said, "Mr. Wu is at ease." He looked at Linghe City, which was built on top of the ruins, and the houses were all newly built and the style was uniform. Yang Fan greeted the sun, rode a horse, and let Wu Sangui and the others go back first, and he also got off the horse and scattered in the streets and alleys. He took the letterhead and looked at the invitation written by Fan Wencheng.

is still the kind of greeting of a reader, lamenting the changeable situation. Between the lines, although there is no mention of any contrarian words, the sentences are all praise and derogatory words. To put it bluntly, it's a play on words. also said that he thought about Sizong back then, how to drip, and finally turned into a handful of loess. To put it bluntly, it means that Zhu Youzhen and the Manchu Qing Dynasty are against each other, and they are innocent of death.

At the end of the letter, it was naturally mentioned that the location of this meeting was Xipingbao west of the Liao River. The date was set for ten days later, and it was said that we would discuss the great affairs of the world. Yang Fan sneered, this Fan Wencheng said such beautiful polite words, if you can really settle the matter with a word, then what kind of battle is there to fight, just let the two of them talk about it. Both sides have their own ghosts, but Fan Wencheng may be a bad move this time. If you want to say what is the difference, the difference is Yang Fan, a modern person, bullying Fan Wencheng, an ancient person. (To be continued.) )