After Wang Jinchao asked his subordinates to tie up Song Xiance, he did not report the matter to his boss Jiang Xuan, but directly sent the person to Chongzhen's residence, and ordered his subordinates not to spread the matter, which is really intriguing.

Chongzhen left his entourage outside the house and walked into the house alone, unexpectedly that the person in front of him with two mustaches on his mouth and a short figure with thief eyebrows was Song Xiance.

Song Xiance had many bruises on his face, and he was in pain, leaning against the corner, moaning softly, seeing someone enter the house, he just glanced secretly and didn't move.

Chongzhen was not in a hurry to speak, his hands were behind his back, and he stared at Song Xiance like this.

In fact, Song Xiance had already come back to his senses on the way to be tied up, these little soldiers dressed in the Ming army dared to treat themselves like this, Datong should have suffered an accident, and Zhang Tianlin might have died.

However, since he didn't kill himself on the spot, but was escorted to wait for someone to question, there should be room for negotiation. So in front of Chongzhen, he pretended to be calm and posed, which might improve his "value".

Chongzhen saw through his careful thoughts, and actually admired this person a little, such an unattractive person, can climb to the top of the Shun army, there must be something special about him.

It is not known whether there is a big plan, but the ability to adapt to the situation is good.

"Give you a chance, guess who I am, and let you go if you guess right."

Song Xiance listened but didn't take the bait, and asked rhetorically: "What if you didn't guess correctly?" ”

Chongzhen didn't say it explicitly, but used his palm as a knife, and made a knife-wielding motion at Song Xiance in the air.

Song Xiance saw it, his body was agitated, he squinted his eyes and carefully examined the person in front of him, and kept shouting in his heart: "What to do, what to do, this is not a good stubble." ”

Time passed second by second, and Song Xiance didn't dare to speak after looking at it for a long time, and he couldn't be cautious about losing his head.

Until Chongzhen's face was impatient, Song Xiance didn't come up with a reason, so he was helpless, he stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling person, and simply held it hard.

"When Lord Wuguan enters the door, the dragon and tiger step device are magnificent, and they must be either rich or expensive."

"What else?"

"Uh.... There are also the faces of adults who are really extraordinary, look at the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the sun and the horns are long, and the sky is round and the place is the face of the emperor. ”

After saying this, Song Xiance shrunk his neck, I don't know if such an ordinary routine can work?

"Haha, it's crooked, then in your opinion, who is more emperor than me and the thief?"

Flattering you a few words, you have a bad face, and you are ...... No, when Song Xiance thought of this, he felt that something was not right, and when he thought of the things in the capital, he couldn't help but remember the name of a certain person.

Li Zicheng once complained to him in private, saying that he was worried that Chongzhen faked his death, but it was actually a golden cicada shell.

Chongzhen saw the change in his expression, and guessed that he should have thought of it, since the atmosphere was in place, it would get to the point.

"The thieves are in trouble in the world, and since you are the thief's military advisor to give him advice, you must have made a lot of contributions, so you can't share half of the responsibility for the fall of the Ming Dynasty, right?"

Song Xiance was in a cold sweat behind his back, and hurriedly kowtowed and shouted: "Emperor, you said that if you guessed correctly, you wouldn't kill the villain!" ”

"Kill you Song Xiance, why do I need to do it myself?"

"Emperor, you can't kill me! Villain, phew, the untouchables are coerced by the thieves so they have no choice but to commit to the thieves, the untouchables can swear to the sky, it is definitely not the original intention! ”

"Emperor, please, spare the lives of the untouchables, the untouched people are willing to say anything!"

Song Xiance struggled to beg Chongzhen for mercy, and he kowtowed again, and his pants seemed to be wet.

In fact, this Song Xiance is also a hard-working person, his original name is Song Kangnian, a native of Yongcheng, Henan, and a commoner.

When he was young, because of his ugly appearance and short stature, he was bullied by his peers on weekdays, and they all called him "Song Shorty".

For this reason, he studied hard, hoping to change his tragic fate by entering the office. However, because of his ugly appearance, he was rejected by the examiner, and he failed many times, and he didn't even mix with a child.

Frustrated, by chance, he was recommended to Li Zicheng by Niu Jinxing, Li Zicheng was suffering from the lack of scribes around him, and he did not dislike Song Xiance's appearance, so the two hit it off and became each other's lords. After that, in the war, Li Zicheng would ask him for advice, which gave him the name Song Xiance.

In essence, Song Xiance is not a thief, he just found the only Bole who appreciates him, and the original Song Kangnian took it as his responsibility to be a capable minister in the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, only Song Xiance himself knows the bitterness, at this moment his heart is like ashes, plotting rebellion, Chongzhen killed him ten times is not too much.

Chongzhen gave birth to a heart of love for talent this time, and he did this just to beat Song Xiance, and he couldn't bear to see him lose his soul to such a state.

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry to kill you today, I'm leaving, but what else do you want to say to me?"

"There's... Yes! The untouchables have a military intelligence report! ”

In a restaurant in the city, Chen Zhuo sat alone in the corner and drank stuffy wine, cup after cup, as if he had something on his mind.

A familiar face walked into the restaurant, saw Chen Zhuo at a glance, and shouted: "Hey, Chen Mutou!" Not in class today? ”

Who else can call him Chen Mutou except Ma Harrier, Chen Zhuo didn't raise his head, waved his hand, and motioned for Ma Harrier to take a seat. The two have similar personalities and can talk together, so they have close personal friends and are confidants of each other on weekdays.

The harrier sat down loudly, grabbed the flask and poured it into his mouth, and with the other hand he tore open the placket of his shirt, revealing his lumpy pectoral muscles, and the dragon veins appeared on his arms.

"Ho! Damn, I'm suffocating Lao Tzu these days, boss, hurry up and get the wine. ”

Chen Zhuo picked up a peanut with chopsticks and asked, "Why are you back?" ”

"Don't mention it! I almost didn't come back from this long post! ”

"Met Jianyu?"

Ma Harrier touched his bearded face and smiled: "It's about the military plane, you can't say it, you can't say it." ”

Chen Zhuo also knew the importance of it, so he was so interested that he didn't ask more, and the two clinked glasses with each other.

"I haven't seen you drink since I was on an errand for Long Live Lord, so I can't pull a few wilts today, what's wrong?"

Chen Zhuo let out a long sigh and told Ma Harrier what had happened.

It turned out that Chongzhen obviously didn't let Jiang Xuan come to the refugee resettlement that day, so how did Jiang Xuan, who was with Jiang Huang, know about it?

Obviously, Jiang Jiu's personal soldiers arranged for Chongzhen have their own internal responses, usually ventilating and reporting, and even monitoring.

Immediately, Chongzhen found an excuse and replaced Chen Zhuo and other personal soldiers and returned to the camp, leaving no guards by his side.

Chen Zhuo was the first group of people in the city to come into contact with Chongzhen, and he was honored that he could become His Majesty's personal soldier, but now that he was replaced inexplicably, he was naturally depressed.

"Tell me, why did Your Majesty suddenly change us?"

After hearing this, Ma Harrier slapped his thigh, and was about to say it loudly, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he poked his head and whispered to Chen Zhuo: "Chen Mutou, say you are wood, you are really a wood?" Can't figure this out? ”

"Then you say."

Ma Harrier looked left and right again, blocked his face with his hand, and said, "Are we brothers?" ”

"Of course."

"Okay, then you can't sell my brother."

"Don't sell it."

"What about this, it depends on whether you are looking towards the chief soldier or towards the long live lord." Chen Zhuo looked puzzled after hearing this, where is this?

"You think about it first, and then come to my brother after you figure it out." Ma Harrier got up and left after speaking, he was the general manager of the night, these days in the Xuanfu area of the sentinel, learned a lot of military information, took advantage of the gap just came back to secretly drink two cups to satisfy hunger, after a good time, you have to go back to the camp immediately to resume life.

Chen Zhuo stayed in place, muttering to himself, repeating Ma Harrier's words before leaving, and fell into deep thought.

"To the Chief Soldier, or to the Lord Banzai?"