"You...... I ......" Huang Chongzhen's words seemed to hit Fan Wencheng's vital point, making his face flush all of a sudden, and he was speechless for a long time.

Ask yourself, although he took the initiative to surrender Houjin as a slave very early, he still retains the pride of a Chinese national scholar in his heart.

The slave chieftain and other Houjin nobles only regarded him as an obedient and useful servant, but they never thought that they would ruthlessly deprive him of his well-hidden pride.

However, now, this black-faced young man from his homeland, a small garrison in Guan Ning's army, has forced him into a corner with extremely sharp words.

He had to make this difficult choice between caring for his homeland and being willing to be a slave under the witness of people from both the Ming and Jin countries.

Fan Wencheng suddenly realized that this young man was not only sharp-tongued, but also full of wisdom, and his heart was punishable.

If he is allowed to return to the Ming Dynasty, it will be extremely unfavorable to both Houjin and himself.

So, after Fan Wencheng took a deep look at Huang Chongzhen, he hid his anger and worry in the deepest part of his heart, and said lightly: "The old country is unbearable to look back at the moonlight, although a certain family is not talented, but he is also a seven-foot man who stands up to the sky, and he can't do things like being in Cao Ying's heart in Han." ”

"Okay." Huang Chongzhen said loudly, "Even if you can't agree, you can afford to put it down, and you can be a man." Mr. Fan, please make a move, and then you will follow. ”

"Jean comes."

Fan Wencheng's long arm leaned back, and even his minion clerk fetched a guqin for him.

When he saw him sit cross-legged on the ground, he put the piano on his lap, and gently stroked the strings with his slender fingers, as if caressing his lover, and his words became extraordinarily gentle, and said, "Let's listen to a certain family play a song." ”

Huang Chongzhen covered his face and said, "Isn't Mr. Fan stupid at reading?" You are not Zhuge Liang, and I am not Sima Yi, there are all together here, and there is no empty city, why do you have to listen to you play the qin? Even though we are calves, what does it matter if we barely listen to a song? ”

When the Jurchen nobles heard him say that they were like storytellers, and they were the most familiar with them, or they were only familiar with the content of the Three Kingdoms, they laughed in low voices.

Although Fan Wencheng made up his mind to stop talking nonsense, he was also so angry that his face turned blue, but he couldn't refute it, after all, everyone knew what Sima did at the end of the Three Kingdoms, so he didn't dare to compare himself with it at all, so he had to move his fingers together and play it with all his strength.

Everyone began to listen carefully and to see what kind of music he would play.

Huang Chongzhen listened to it and immediately became happy - I don't know if this guy is stupid in reading, or if he has ulterior motives, and he actually played a song "Mountains and Flowing Water".

"E's majesty is like Mount Tai, and the ocean is like a river...... Zhong Zi died ...... Oh, it turns out that this guy is comparing himself to the boya who is good at playing the piano, and comparing Lao Tzu to Zhong Ziqi, he wants Lao Tzu to return to heaven quickly. ”

Zu Dale, these guys who don't learn or know how to pretend to be cool, naturally can only listen to it with wide eyes and small eyes.

Huang Chongzhen, a bad guy, still hummed softly to the beat, and at the end of the song, he naturally understood Fan Wencheng's vicious off-string sound.

However, among the Jurchen ethnic group, even Ah Shan and Huang Taiji, two people who know a lot about Han culture, did not understand Fan Wencheng's obscure metaphor.

Instead, he shook his tail and begged for favor, thinking that these two people had a faint habit of breaking sleeves.

Ah Shan and Huang Taiji exchanged a look, and they both saw the urge to gagging in each other's eyes.

At the end of the song, everyone was still immersed in the beautiful melody, and was deeply moved by the friendship between Boya and Zhong Ziqi.

Fan Wencheng took another pipa, and the melody changed, first playing a song "Golden Snake Dance", and then a song "Ambush on All Sides".

Suddenly, the closed Dazheng Hall seemed to be a violent wind, and the listeners all shook their hearts, as if there were countless sword and axe hands lurking outside the hall, and after smashing the cup, they would rush into the hall.

Fortunately, Mang Gutai had already smashed the wine bowl before, but there were no ambushes.

After a long time, when everyone in the hall felt that their little hearts were about to pop out, the song ended.

Huang Chongzhen couldn't keep up with the beat since Fan Wencheng changed into a pipa, but at this time he stroked his palms and sighed: "I have a guest, drumming and blowing the sheng, Mr. Fan is high-spirited, which is really embarrassing." ”

Fan Wencheng was extremely dissatisfied: "Can you not quote idioms indiscriminately, this is a pipa, that is a guqin." It has nothing to do with Qin Se and Ming when I met Qin Zhao Michi of my Han family. ”

Fan Wencheng is like an elder who is a good teacher, and he gives Huang Chongzhen a good education, but the people he cites are all the ancient history and culture of the Han family.

But it has nothing to do with the master he is serving at the moment, which has to be said to be a great irony.

But he and the Jurchen nobles in the hall didn't even notice it, obviously they recognized the Han civilization in their hearts no matter what, and even regarded it as the mainstream.

Therefore, Huang Chongzhen rarely didn't go back, just looked at him with a smile and didn't say a word.

Fan Wencheng was still unsure in his heart after all, whether this hateful teenager was really fluent or pretending.

But Huang Chongzhen suddenly made a sudden realization, and apologized: "Huh? Isn't this a qinse? Okay, okay, Mr. Fan is very knowledgeable and proficient in music and rhythm, please forgive me for the sin of not learning and not being able to do it. ”

"You...... You did it on purpose! Fan Wencheng glared at him.

"No! I'm serious! Huang Chongzhen looked wronged.

Encountering such a cultured hob meat, Fan Wencheng's lungs were about to explode, and he flicked his sleeves fiercely, and ignored him.

The men in the hall, whether they were Jurchens or Han families, were amused by the bickering of the two.

Dolgon, Duoduo, and Azig, who were extremely unaccustomed to Fan Wencheng, laughed extremely exaggeratedly.

Fan Wencheng is not flattering on both sides, he is not a person inside and out, and he is simply humiliated to the point of being incomplete.

However, what made Huang Chongzhen have to admire was that he could still endure it, and soon glared at him like no one else: "No matter what, a certain person has already drummed and played the sheng, oh no...... You've finished playing the piano, and it's your turn to show off your talents. ”

Fan Wencheng said, and looked at Huang Chongzhen proudly, as if he concluded that even if this Qiu Ba had the skill of killing the enemy, it was impossible for him to have the same talent as him.

Facing Fan Wencheng's provocative gaze, Huang Chongzhen felt that admitting defeat like this seemed a bit of a snack, so he said: "In the next Jieqiu Ba, unlike Mr. Fan, who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he will dance a dance to help Mr. Fan stroke the pipa and play the piano." ”

Fan Wencheng's mouthful of old blood really almost blurted out, but he forcibly swallowed it back, and finally realized why his former master vomited blood because of Yuan Chonghuan's heart-attacking plan.

"Attack the heart first, the ancients are honest and do not deceive me! I'm going to learn from him! Fan Wencheng sighed.

Huang Chongzhen was already in the expectation and squint of the Jurchen nobles, as well as the astonishment of Wu Sangui and others, and danced a square Yangge dance with a great sense of rhythm and power, and a sense of rhythm.

And it is also the most difficult self-singing and self-dancing: "The gong in the left hand, the drum in the right hand, the gong and drum in the hand to sing, I can't sing the song, I can't sing, I can sing a Fengyang song......"

This song is easy to understand, catchy, with a sense of rhythm after the dance, and its cultural connotation has also been very consistent with the popular popular interpretation of the Ming Dynasty, which is closer to the people.

Compared with Fan Wencheng's elegant song "Mountains and Flowing Water", they belong to two completely different styles, but most of the Jurchens are primitive and cheesy, and they are more inclined to the latter in their emotions.

In fact, the Boya drum and piano are the same as Fengyang songs, which are one of the knowledge that Huang Chongzhen learned when he was a child.

It's just that the former is in Chinese lessons, while the latter is in music lessons.

Now that it is used flexibly over time, it is really a deep Chinese emotion.

Wu Sangui and the others were dumbfounded at first, but when they listened to it, they suddenly applauded like an initiation, not caring at all that a pair of rough palms had been slapped red.

Even the big bull and others outside the hall who were not moving like a mountain applauded and roared.

"Good! All right! ”

"Little two is good! Come on, little two! ”

Even Ergou, who had not spoken a word before, was so excited that people stood up and applauded his eldest brother "Wangwang".

What is Fengyang? That was the central capital of the Ming Dynasty, the hometown of Zhu Yuanzhang, and it was displayed in this way in the Great Hall of the Later Jin Dynasty, which was indeed very much the atmosphere of China.

Because what Zhu Yuanzhang called on the people of the world when he drove Meng Yuan to the north was: to drive out the Tartars and restore China.

And no matter in the eyes of the people of the present or the people of later generations, this Tartar includes the Houjin who invaded the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

Most of the Jurchen nobles don't know why, and they despise it while they look at it with relish......

"Well, this dance is much better than the solo just now...... It has the charm of our shaman's witch blessing. Many Jurchen aristocrats have made comments.

Fan Wencheng is actually because he can't read Daming, who is too good at reading, and feels that with his own qualifications, he really can't mix up any people in Daming, which is full of talents, so he resolutely chose to defect to Houjin with a lack of talents, in order to have a brilliant future.

Therefore, these Han folk tunes, to be honest, I like them quite a lot. I haven't listened to it for a long time, but I heard my feelings when I listened to it.

In addition, deep down in my heart, I also yearn for the legend of the peasant becoming the emperor in the end, and I hate to become the protagonist of it.

Therefore, I can't help but drum and blow the sheng, oh no...... It is to pluck the lute and make a note for it.

Until he felt the murderous gaze of his master who was very deep in the city. Only then did Fan Wencheng realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly stopped.

Ashan Huang Taiji, the two Baylors who know a lot about the history of the Ming Dynasty, even if they are unhappy, they are not easy to show it, so they have to pretend to be fools with great unwillingness, while thinking about how to recover this dumb loss.

Fan Wencheng forcibly separated himself from the feelings of his homeland, strongly suspecting that this kid was deliberately attacking him, but there was no evidence.

If it were in the past, when he was in his hometown in the countryside, if he met someone else who played a scoundrel with him, he would definitely be insulted and scolded severely.

If you are uneducated, you will definitely be angry when you hear that crepe vulgar language.

And those who are literate will definitely point at him with anger and tremble, and pay tribute to him with a non-lethal sentence of "insulting Sven".

This is a trick that Fan Wencheng has tried and tested many times, but today, it cannot be used again in the Great Hall of Shenyang City.

Because the Dajin Khanate under the leadership of the slave chieftain was most criticized and despised by the Ming people, because of its barbarism and the experience of the slave chieftain being a slave under the Ming Li Chengliang.

Now, the Great Khan, who was once a slave, has passed away, and the feudal officials who were once the main ones have long since turned into a handful of loess.

These experiences have vanished.

However, savage habits cannot be changed overnight.

In the secret contact and conversation with his new master, Huang Taiji, Fan Wencheng can feel that he has a more cunning political talent than his father.

And has the determination to lead the Golden Khanate to imitate the Ming system, from the primitive tribes to the Ming civilization.

The Ming Kingdom used to be a scholar in his seventies and eighties, but after coming to Dajin, he became the most civilized person among them.

Fan Wencheng couldn't be sure if it was because of this sense of superiority that he was so dedicated to making plans for this barbaric Northeast Khanate.

Even if it is a slave or a dog, it is willing to eat.

Therefore, Fan Wencheng secretly warned himself that he must not show even the slightest possibility of being primitively assimilated in front of this group of Qiu Ba, who looked quite cultured.

That's a kind of regression, a kind of bondage.

He watched sadly and indignantly as Huang Chongzhen used more appropriate folk art to dilute the elegant atmosphere he had deliberately created.

After a few moments, the song stops and the dance ends.

Fan Wencheng blurted out and sneered: "I am ...... Oh no! Er Daming prides himself on being peerless, singing and dancing, but he doesn't want to be so vulgar, it's simply insulting. This one is considered to be a winner, can the envoy have any objections? ”

"You talk nonsense......" Wu Sangui was angry and wanted to speak.

But when he saw Huang Chongzhen raise his hand, he held back vividly, only glaring at Fan Wencheng, who was blushing and with a thick neck and protruding eyes, not to mention that it was really scary.

Fan Wencheng, who has the support of a full house of Jurchen aristocrats, is not afraid.

On the contrary, I think that this young man looks like this, if he shaves his hair, he only leaves a tuft of money rat tail at the back of his head to tie his braids.

The shiny bald head will definitely set off it more cute and more powerful.

So, he gave him a friendly smile, and then squinted at Huang Chongzhen with cold eyes.

"It's a little old and rough down there, it's okay to fight, but it's really not okay to play the drum and sheng, if you win, you win, a certain family is willing to bow down, please Mr. Fan don't be embarrassed anymore."

Huang Chongzhen boasted that he had a lot of teaching experience, but he also knew that he could not pull this willing slave back to the Ming Dynasty, so he refused his challenge with a gesture that was neither humble nor arrogant.

Immediately, as if he remembered something, he hugged his fist at Ah Shan and Beile and said: "I haven't been waiting for the Shenyang style for a long time, and this time I finally came, so I want to wander around the city to relieve the pain of lovesickness."

By the way, take a look at how far this former Ming military city has developed under the rule of your country as a Jingshi. I also hope that the second master, the eighth master, and all the masters, will not hesitate to allow it. ”

The Jurchen nobles also felt that watching the boring battle between the two Han families should not be done for a day?

It's still their own affairs that matter, so they all followed Huang Chongzhen's words and focused their eyes on the two hottest Baylors.

But Ah Shan couldn't wait for everyone not to look at him, so he waved his hand and sent it away, but he didn't know whether to agree or disagree, so everyone looked at Huang Taiji again.

In Huang Taiji's heart, he has always been vigilant about this line of envoys.

Because he used himself to control others, and used his city government to judge Yuan Chonghuan, he felt that this cunning beast of the Ming Kingdom was sent here in the face of the world's disapproval, and it would definitely not be as simple as it seemed on the surface, and there must be a deeper purpose.

What is the purpose of this? With the black-faced teenager's words of self-pity and flattery, the answer is ready to be answered, and that is - spying on the military.

The slave chief likes and is good at using meticulous work, and Huang Taiji is even more blue, and his attention and finesse to spy warfare and espionage work far exceed that of his father.

Therefore, let Huang Chongzhen say it wildly, Huang Taiji's heart has already made up his mind to pay attention - no, two words that are very simple but very categorical.

As Fan Wencheng said when he came to surrender, many Ming people don't know about the Jurchens, but the Jurchens have been keen on collecting intelligence on the Ming Dynasty over the years, from the current situation in the court to the common people of Limin, and they do not refuse.

It's a good advantage, and it's a good way to keep it up.