Huang Taiji said, and turned sideways slightly.

I saw that the crowd naturally separated into a small path, and Chongzhen looked over it, only to see a woman standing quietly in the middle of a group of Jurchen men who were five big and three thick, and the hall was full of hormonal odors, but she didn't have the slightest abnormality.

Even if she became the focus of everyone, she saw her light green clothes swaying gently, walking in front of everyone without hurry, and facing Chonghuang Zhen.

Then, as if they had been rehearsed, the two bowed down at the same time, put their slender fingertips together and pushed them out to their chests, making a simple Han family greeting gift.

"Huang Xiaoer."

"Xu Yihuan."

Say names to each other, receive gifts, and nod to each other, and they can be regarded as having met.

indifferent but not polite, but the meaning of the gentleman's friendship is as light as water is explained very clearly, so that everyone who is staring at the two of them is both a little surprised and a little disappointed.

Huang Taiji's eyes were blazing, but he couldn't find the slightest flaw in it.

Only the two people involved were faintly restless in their hearts, full of familiar and strange curiosity about each other.

"You've gained weight and turned white."

"You've gotten thinner, and you've gotten darker."

A glimpse of a frightening glance from twelve years ago is still hovering in my mind.

The two of them looked at the immature faces they once had, and they both sighed lovingly in their hearts.

It's just that even so, Huang Chongzhen still can't guess that the name is very good, and he is also very good-looking, and his figure is also very good.

The woman in a light green shirt dressed in plain and light ink played a role in the Houjin Palace, a palace surrounded by tigers and wolves, and she couldn't guess Huang Taiji's intentions.

Legend has it that Xi was the national teacher of the Later Jin Khanate, that is, his second senior brother Xu Daozheng, who did not appear.

What appeared was his daughter, who had already grown up.

Huang Chongzhen doesn't have to think about it to know that there must be a reason for this.

He believed that the little girl with braids who had a glimpse of twelve years ago would not easily betray her homeland, her master, and her father.

However, he was not sure.

If the shameless Jurchens used her father as a threat to test her, would she sell herself and her own beautiful and kind soul for the safety of her only relative?

So, Huang Chongzhen stopped at a shallow taste.

took the opportunity to take the initiative and led the topic to another slave from the Ming Kingdom: "I remembered that before leaving, my handsome man told me not to forget to greet one of his old friends."

However, this person's identity is special, after thinking about it, it is better to greet you in front of you, so as not to lead people to reverie, and hope that the eighth master will allow it. ”

Huang Taiji immediately became interested, staring at Chongzhen with blazing eyes, and said, "Oh? Is there such a thing? Who is this person? The envoy is even though the greetings are. ”

The rest of the Jurchens either stared at him and waited for an answer, or they used extremely sharp and murderous eyes to patrol among the Ming people who came over to surrender, and even Zu Dale and the others looked at Huang Chongzhen in surprise.

——When did Yuan Shuai give such a task to this colleague? Why haven't we heard of it? Could it be a secret mission?

"There is a way to have friends from afar, and it is not unreasonable. Fan Wencheng, I'll wait for you to come from afar, you are not satisfied with the friendship of the landlord, don't you know how to come out to say hello?

Have the books of the sages you read so hard have been put on hold, or have they all been returned to your teachers? Or rather, you've always just kept this knowledge in your hips. ”

In the midst of all the attention, Huang Chongzhen said loudly, his words were extremely sharp.

The Jurchens didn't dare what his tone was, but because of the content of his words, they exploded in an instant.

The eyes of all the Jurchens were nailed to the scholar hiding in the corner.

There were even many people who couldn't stop scolding, and even the high-ranking and powerful Houjin nobles like Dorgon Duoduo couldn't help but look at him angrily, and even spoke ill of him.

If vision and language can kill, I am afraid that this frail scholar with a thriving figure has been torn apart countless times.

However, even if there was no actual action, Fan Wencheng still felt that he fell into the ice cellar in an instant, and a cold breath came out from the depths of his heart, but he broke out in a cold sweat, and soon soaked his clothes.

A good elegant scholar who was like a shadow hiding in the corner and watching coldly, became embarrassed in an instant.

A good seven-foot man, even if he is slightly bent, he is not much shorter, but he is a lot shorter all of a sudden.

Hearing only a plop, he knelt on the ground without hesitation, walked to Huang Taiji and the others, and said in a trembling voice with a crying tone: "Eighth master, masters, the slave's loyalty to Dajin can be seen by the sun and the moon. ”

As he spoke, he bowed deeply, like a pug that surrendered to his master, even if the master wanted to kill him, he had no intention of resisting, and he had to whimper a few times and lick it to show his reluctance.

The sun and the moon can be learned, isn't it the Ming Ming?

In particular, it can be seen that Fan Wencheng's betrayal of Ming's heart to reduce gold is indeed irreparable.

"This ......" But this scene made Zu Dale and the others widen their eyes in shock, and even Zu Kuan, the ancestor family, felt a cold air rise from his heart, and a feeling of nausea rose from the bottom of his heart.

The hall also gradually quieted down, waiting for Huang Taiji to fall, because everyone knew that this slave, who originally belonged to the slave chief, had been taken under the command of the fourth beyler, who was the eighth in line.

Even Ah Shan frowned lightly and looked at his eighth brother silently.

Huang Taiji glanced at the minion under his feet, and said softly: "It's just a clumsy plan to attack the heart and divide the world, with Mr. Fan's talent, can't you see it?" Get up, don't take it to heart. ”

Fan Wencheng got up gratefully and according to his words, everyone knew that these words were not for him.

Because, Huang Taiji's eyes have been staring at Chongzhen tightly, his gaze is so sharp, his words are very light, but his tone is so cold.

Obviously, the most favorable contender for the next Great Khan of the Houjin Dynasty, who is very deep in the city, has been provoked again and again by this young man of the Ming Kingdom with the shape of a national character, and he has really been angered.

But the hateful boy was not afraid, but tore off a sleeve of his shirt fiercely, threw it on the ground and said angrily: "In this case, then so-and-so and you, from today onwards, will cut off their robes and break their righteousness, and they will have nothing to do with each other." ”

After doing this, I finished saying this.

Huang Chongzhen seemed to have changed his face again, hugged his fists and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, the words just now were the original words of my handsome." I have to imitate it as a last resort, and I hope that you and Mr. Fan will forgive me.

Second master, eighth master, all masters, my intention to come has been clarified, today's matter has been over, the only wish is to be able to worship on your lord's mourning hall, which is also the meaning of my family's handsome.

I don't know the second master, the eighth master, and all the masters, can you let me wait for my wish? ”

Huang Taiji looked at Ah Shan, and the latter said: "The envoy has a long journey, the new residence has been prepared, you can go back to rest first, yesterday I was negligent, and I hope the envoy will forgive me." As for the worship, let's talk about it the next day. ”

"Okay." Chongzhen nodded happily, and then said while arching his hands to all parts of the hall, "Don't pass for the time being, my lords, please." ”

Zu Dale and the others also did the same, and turned around to leave as they spoke.

Fan Wencheng, who was lying on his back, had actually been paying attention to his master's face in a way unique to a minion.

It was at this time that he saw a very vague look handed over by Huang Taiji, and immediately changed his low-eyed appearance, raised his head and took a step forward, and shouted: "Stop!" ”

Huang Chongzhen never expected that this slave would have such a righteous side, so he stood up according to his words, turned to look at him, and chuckled: "What? Do you have any advice? ”

"The grand and dignified palace of the Golden Kingdom, what a majestic place, how can you come when you want to come, and leave when you want! Is it so rude? ”

Fan Wencheng glared at Huang Chongzhen angrily and shouted, his originally quite elegant face looked particularly hideous because of his anger and his appearance as a minion.

"Daming's water and food have raised such a white-eyed wolf, why is this?"

Regardless of his past and present lives, Huang Chongzhen has a deep understanding of this slave who was scolded by thousands of people, as well as his behavior of dancing with wolves.

So, he said coldly: "Such a big hat actually doesn't have much effect on our group of pawns in the Guanning army, Mr. Fan can just say what he wants, we are rough Qiu Bahan, don't eat the twists and turns of your scholars." ”

"Well said." Hearing these words in the hearts of Zu Dale, Wu Sangui and others, they were extremely useful, and they couldn't help but cheer for Huang Chongzhen in their hearts, and at the same time, they all stood firmly behind him.

The meaning is obvious, that is: one is prosperous, one is lost, Fan Wencheng, you dog minion, just let the horse come.

Seeing this, Fan Wencheng stopped talking nonsense, and said directly: "Don't you like to talk about heroes?" I don't know if I dare to have a discussion with a certain family? ”

Huang Chongzhen laughed with a "snort", and Fan Wencheng was suddenly furious and shouted: "Why is the envoy laughing? But don't dare to accept a challenge from a certain family? ”

Huang Chongzhen shook his head speechlessly and said: "We were sent by the commander to visit or worship the gold lord, and when we saw that the palace was full of Jurchen heroes, we couldn't help but have the idea of competing.

Although it is slightly inferior, it is also convincing and has benefited a lot. As for you...... Mr. Fan, I really want to ask you, is the positioning you give yourself a scholar of the Huaxia tribe or a hero of the Jurchen tribe?

If you are the former, then we have nothing to say, because the current China, as you know, is in an era where a million military achievements are less than a splendid article.

We are small for the country, even if the soldiers are not satisfied, but there is nothing to be done, so this hero does not care. If it is the latter, then it is not impossible to talk about it. ”