I saw the ghost-like figure again, and in stark contrast to this, it was the handsome face that made women jealous when they saw it. Ning Tong really couldn't figure out how such a feminine, even a little shy teenager could come up with such a weird and vicious trick.

In less than a blink of an eye, the sky testified that he really didn't have time to blink. Ning Tong watched as the four Eight Banner soldiers who followed him were knocked to the ground, two of them died at that time, and the remaining two became wasters.

Ning Tong only felt the collar on the back of his neck tighten, and then he was thrown into the sky in the clouds, and landed straight on the bluestone paved road, and fell straight to his face covered with blood, dizziness and swelling.

Then he was dragged into a carriage with a black pocket over his head. Ning Tong suddenly became nervous. Although he was covered in injuries, his brain was still bright, and he knew very well that he didn't need to ask, Liao Yongtang was finished.

And he himself fell into a certain trap, someone was secretly dealing with Liao Yongtang and him Ning Tong, and the impact on Jinyi Wei Qianhu was just a reason, and the real target of the mastermind behind him was he Ning Tong, whether he escaped or not, he couldn't fly out of the palm of that person's hand today.

Ning Tong's heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and his mood fluctuated with the constantly bumpy carriage. Since I have taken on this mission, I am always prepared for the worst. But for the contempt of the Ming officials, at first he still felt that this matter was captured, but the one he met in Fengyang completely shattered his thoughts.

Death, Ning Tong is not afraid, what he is most afraid of is that life is better than death!

The car finally stopped, and Ning Tong's body shook more and more. He was dragged from the car like an animal, and his legs were already weak and he couldn't walk at all.

Two men carried him and threw him into a room, and then there was silence. At this time, this silence without a single sound makes people feel even more hopeless.

In this time of waiting for the end of his fate, Ning Tong thought a lot. He is not a simple-minded, well-developed Tushun, and those who have read books have more complex thoughts in their hearts than those of simple-minded people. That's where the fear comes from.

The relatives outside the gate, the uncle's entrustment when leaving, and the purpose and meaning of the trip flashed through my mind like a marquee. Ning Tong asked himself, he didn't make any fatal mistakes, but how did he come to this point inexplicably?

There was finally movement outside the house, the footsteps of a group of people, at least five or six people, they entered the house one after another, Ning Tong curled back for the first time, leaned his body tightly against the cold wall, and subconsciously wanted to protect himself.

A chuckle was heard, full of mockery, followed by something he didn't seem to understand. "Those who have the courage to be traitors, but those who don't have the courage to be men, this kind of person!"

The pockets on his head were removed, and there was no strong light in the room, only two candles. Several people in front of him looked at him with interest, and among them was the young man who had caught himself here.

It's just that at this time, he sat in the corner behind everyone near the door, took off his shoes, crossed one leg, and picked his toes without grace, looking comfortable and proud.

There seemed to be a peculiar sour smell in the room, like a stinky salted fish that had been left for a month. Thinking that it was he who grabbed himself just now, Ning Tong suddenly felt an urge to vomit in his chest and abdomen.

Zhu Ping'an frowned, "No injury, have you soaked your feet in aged vinegar or salt water?" ”

Cao Wuxian thought for a while, "Half a month ago, I was soaking, but I was too busy these days to forget!" ”

Yin Shigang turned his back, stood by the window of the room, and shook the folding fan in his hand vigorously. Hong Fat Man pinched his nose with a painful look. Yue Jinfeng didn't say a word, turned around and walked out. Only Wang Jinfa and Zhang Ergou stood motionless behind Zhu Ping'an. It's just that the light of the candle flame flashed, and the muscles on the faces of the two of them could be vaguely seen in their forbearance state.

"Go soak your feet now!" Zhu Ping'an couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly.

Cao Wuxian looked innocent, so he had to put on his boots and go out slowly.

Watching him walk out of the door, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your surname is Ning?" A young man in front of him asked, looking at his appearance, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was obviously the leader of this group, and judging by the color of his clothes, he was dressed as a fourth-rank military attaché.

Ning Tong didn't answer, his mind was thinking quickly, but this thinking was quickly interrupted by Zhu Ping'an's words.

"Who are you?"

Ning Tong's mind immediately turned into a mess. Who is he and how do you know my uncle's name?

"Ning finished me, the word Gongfu, a native of Liaoyang. The grandson of the old slave chieftain **Hachi, the domestic slave of Sakhalian, the king of Doluo County, the Han army is a red banner man, after the slave chieftain Taiji ascended the throne, he completed my general literature and history, which was used simply, participated in political affairs, and awarded the hereditary second-class Lazhangjing, which was very relied on. Not bad, right? ”

Ning Tong seemed to have something blocked in his throat, his mouth opened wide, and his eyes looked directly at Zhu Ping'an, "Who are you, and how do you know the details of my uncle?" ”

"Hehe, it turned out to be a son of a traitor family! No wonder there are white-armored elite soldiers with you! Wang Jinfa pulled over a chair and placed it in front of Ning Tong, Zhu Ping'an sat down, and his tone became much colder.

"Now that I know your details, let's stop talking nonsense, tell me everything you know, and I can make your death happy!"

Ning Tong's body shook suddenly, "No, no, I'm from the Qing Dynasty, and I must not give in to Minggou!" ”

Hong Fatzi, Zhang Ergou and the others suddenly changed their faces, and they all pulled out their sabers, reflecting the flickering of the candle flames, and the sword light in the room was vertical and horizontal.

"Ming Dog?" Zhu Ping'an sneered, "I forgot, the Ning family's ancestral home is Liaoyang, and they have been loyal to the Ming Dynasty for generations, how come they came to Ning Wan, me and you, but they would rather be a Manchurian slave than a Shunmin of the Ming Dynasty?" ”

"The old slave chieftain ** Hachi occupied the outside of the pass, and the Han people in Liaodong suffered a bloody massacre, and the number of dead was more than one million. How many people would rather die in battle with their entire families than bow to the tartars. You'd rather be a good family, but you actually became a guest of honor in the Tartars, such a thing that the ancestors forgot the classics and was humiliated, and it was rare for you to still have honor? ”

Zhu Ping'an beckoned, Wang Jinfa stepped forward with a cold face, and placed a package on the ground in front of Ning Tong.

The wrap was bloody, and the ground was soon soaked.

Wang Jinfa opened the package with his hands and feet, and a bloody human head appeared in front of Ning Tong.

This can no longer be called a human head, there is not much flesh left on the cheeks, revealing the white bones of Sensen, which is hideous, but there is still an eyeball left in the eye socket, looking straight at Ning Tong.

Even so, Ning Tong still recognized at a glance that this was Tushun's head.

Ning Tong screamed in fright and almost fainted, Zhu Ping'an jumped up, ripped off his hat, ripped off the wig covering his head, grabbed his braid, and pressed it in front of Tushun's head.

"Any idea how he died? is the same as Yuan Chonghuan, who was framed and killed by your uncle and Bao Chengxian. Yuan Chonghuan guarded Liaodong, although the strategy was wrong, but after all, he was a loyal minister of my Ming Dynasty, but because of your frame-up, he was killed by a knife, and the people did not know the truth and competed to eat his flesh. ”

"Today, this tartar was also bitten to death by someone. My Ming Dynasty and the Manchu Qing Dynasty are incompatible, ** Hachi avenges his father and brother, and it is understandable to raise troops to hunt down and kill the enemy, but he should not betray the Ming Dynasty, invade my territory, and slaughter my Ming people. ”

Ning Tong's face was tightly pressed against the white bones on Tu Shun's face, and he couldn't help but howl miserably.

Zhu Ping'an shook Ning Tong's hair braid in his hand, "Believe it or not, now I will throw you out, there are more than a thousand refugees in my village who have been forced by your Tartars to flee from their hometowns and flee here, and within a stick of incense, you will become exactly the same as this Tartar!" ”

"Don't! Don't! Ningtong completely collapsed, and for a while, feces and urine flowed together.

Zhu Ping'an let go of his hand in disgust, and Ning Tong collapsed to the ground.

"A Tartar head, in my Ming Dynasty, is now expensive in Luoyang paper, and it is worth thirty taels of silver. I, Zhu Ping'an, am not rare! Fatty, throw it out and feed the dogs, so as not to dirty our place! Zhu Ping'an kicked Tushun's head out.

Hong Fatzi happily went out to see the excitement, and kicked the head out of the yard in three or two clicks.

Yin Shigang was a little unaccustomed to the scene in front of him, covering half of his face with a folding fan, but his eyes looking at Zhu Ping'an's back were a little more fearful. This lord of his own, although he is not very old, his heart is so cold, the Tartar in front of him is fine, and he is scared of feces and urine in three or two sentences, and the bottom is dug up clearly and clearly.

The fear that could not be concealed surged into Yin Shigang's heart.

"You are Zhu Ping'an?" Ning Tong finally regained his mind, and there was no trace of blood on his cheeks.

Zhu Ping'an nodded.

Ning Tong raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he projected an extremely resentful look. "Da Ming rules the world with etiquette, how can there be such an unscrupulous ** and devil like you!"

Zhu Ping'an smiled coldly, and looked at Ning Tong's eyes and couldn't help but be a little playful. "It's a shame that you're still a Han Chinese, and you still have the face to say such things. I, Zhu Ping'an, can have compassion for the king, the people, and my brothers, but there are only two kinds of people who will not let go lightly, one is a tartar, and the other is a traitor, sorry, you are the second kind! ”

"Maybe I, Zhu Ping'an, am the Shura sent by God, and it is precisely to send you Tartars whose hands are stained with the blood of my Han people to hell!"

Zhu Ping'an took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, shook it in front of Ning Tong's eyes, and then threw the pen and paper in front of him, "Think clearly, write or not." If you write, this bottle of crane top red is yours. If you don't write, I'll send you to be the companion of the wild dogs outside! ”