Han’s Son is Not a Slave

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Changshu.

The atmosphere in the house of the old Zong uncle Qian Qianyi was unusual, and the servants and family members all looked flustered, because they had just received the news that the officials in Suzhou who had already returned to the Ming Dynasty are now wearing the crown of the Qing Dynasty one by one, and they even asked He sent troops to capture the old Zongbo, in order to flatter the Qing court.

When the Qian Mansion was panicking, the light in the old Zong Uncle's study was still lit. Sitting under the light was not Qian Qianyi, a literary tycoon in his late 80s, but his wife, Hedong, one of Qinhuai's Bayans of the year. Jun Liu is so.

After the disciple who had just sent the news, Qian Qianyi pushed open the study with a sad face, and found that his wife was not packing up, so he couldn't help but be puzzled: "I'm leaving tomorrow, why haven't you packed up yet?"

"You have to leave as soon as you say it. I don't know where to get rid of these many books!"

As Liu Ru said, he got up and came to the table full of books and papers, but he couldn't calm down and clean up.

Seeing this, Qian Qianyi sighed. He knew why his wife was like this, but he pretended not to know that his wife was complaining, and he stepped forward to casually read the letters on the table between him and the officials and gentlemen from all over Jiangnan in the last month.

Qian Qianyi looked at it for a while, and felt lonely for a while, and a look of sadness appeared on the old face. After a while, he let out a long breath, grabbed the manuscript and the letter on the table, and prepared to burn it. These letters must never fall into the hands of the Qing court, otherwise thousands of heads will fall in Jiangnan.

Suddenly, Liu Ruzhi snatched those letters like a nervous wreck and vented all her resentment to her husband, she said angrily, "The army of hundreds of thousands was actually defeated by Liang Huafeng's nameless generation, you are a good disciple. Great ability! He really lacks in success, and has more than enough in failure. Now that he is good, he is going to leave, leaving Jiangnan in a mess. Does he know how many people will die in Jiangnan when he leaves? How many people will die!"

Hearing his wife say this about his proud disciple, Qian Qianyi was a little displeased: "Winning or losing is a matter of military affairs, how can Hedong-jun say such a thing about Damu."

"I don't know what strategist, I only know that Zheng Damu wasted a month under the city of Nanjing, wasted a month! Tell you, what is the reason for this, which article in the military book says!"

Qian Qianyi was speechless, so he could only say: "It's already like this, it's useless to say more."

"Since it's useless to talk too much, why do you still want to see him?"

"I went to see Damu because I hope Damu doesn't leave, and I hope I can help Damu with some ideas. It's not that there is no way to salvage the matter in Jiangnan, and my wreck should also do my last for the affairs of the state."

"You are so old, what else can you think of, what else can you do? Isn't what you have done enough? I don't want you to see Zheng Sen, I don't want you to worry about Fuming anymore!"

"Hedong-kun, why did you say this! When we went to Nanjing that year, you wanted me to fight against the Qing Dynasty. You were willing to play the drums like Liang Hongyu, and I also asked to kill the enemy. Didn't your husband and I swear at that time?"

"This time, that time. The Song Dynasty in Liang Hongyu's time still had half of the country, but now? Sixteen years, we have done a lot, but what is the result? ... In short, I don't want you to contact Zheng Sen again, nor do you want to. If you contact the outside again, I just want you to stay at home, stay at home..."

"Jiangshan has to be played by people, and everyone doesn't play or contribute, so why talk about Jiangshan!" Qian Qianyi is well-educated, and he is more euphemistic and meticulous with Liu Rushi on weekdays, but this time he was really angry. , He was very dissatisfied with why his wife had changed her personality, from supporting him against Qing to blocking him.

Listening to her husband's heavy tone, Liu Ruzhi was also angry, and said angrily, "Why didn't you go into battle sixteen years ago?! You don't look at yourself, an eighty-year-old old man, why are you still in battle, and what kind of strength are you contributing?!"

"As long as I resist the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty, I am not afraid of death, let alone my age!" Qian Qianyi was really angry. [Love ↑ go △ small ↓ say △ network WwW.AiQu]

"Death, you told me to die! The Tartars entered Nanjing, why didn't you die? The Tartars took you to Beijing, so why didn't you die? Huang Yuqi was killed, why didn't you die? Your disciples surrounded Nanjing, why don't you pretend to be dead? Force, let him attack the fortified city quickly? Now the army has been defeated and retreated, but you say death! I tell you, I will not go to see Zheng Sen with you, and I will not allow you to go! Sixteen years ago, I refused to go to Beijing with you, today I refuse too!...I'm not going!"

Listening to his wife's words, Qian Qianyi fell silent. He had regretted what happened back then for 16 years, 16 years!

In the first year of Hongguang, Qian Qianyi surrendered to the Qing Dynasty and was later taken to Beijing by Duoduo, but his wife Liu Ruzhi did not want to follow and stayed alone in Nanjing. Two years later, Qian Qianyi was arrested by the Qing court for the Huang Yuqi case, Liu Rushi ran around to rescue him, and has been accompanying him to secretly fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty.

Qian Qianyi knew very well that in the past 16 years, if this brave and smart wife hadn't accompanied him, with his cowardly and hesitant personality, how could he have insisted on promoting the "Qianping Three Game" and let Zhang Mingzhen and Zheng Chenggong lead troops into the Yangtze River many times. ; Without the assistance of Liu Ruzhi, how could he have written works such as "The Collection of Poems of Lie Chao" for the history of his motherland. Now his wife's words "I won't go" made him sit slumped in the chair. He was very aggrieved. Why did this woman who has been frightened by Fendai so far, and her unyielding wife change her mind and no longer support her? As for him.

Seeing her husband's dejected appearance, looking at his white-haired and old face, Liu Rushi's heart softened, knowing that she had hurt her husband. She lightly stepped forward to hold her husband's hand and said softly, "Mu Zhai, let's go back to Yushan, and we won't care about the rise and fall and survival, you write poetry, I manage the house, and live like an ordinary family, okay? ?"

Listening to his wife's soft voice, Qian Qianyi was also very soft-hearted. He sighed: "Hedong-kun, I have been insulted by others for more than ten years, incoherent and disobedient, and wrote poems on Huqiu to ridicule me." "Old Donglin", what am I doing?... Alas, I bitterly hate that the lonely minister is too late to die. If Damu is going to leave, there is no chance to recover the war in Jiangnan. Why should I go to see him and tell him not to leave? !"

"I know your painstaking efforts, but Zheng Sen wants Ma Jinbao to pass a message and wants to send someone to Beijing to negotiate peace. No one knows what kind of person Ma Jinbao is. Don't you know? Besides, the matter of negotiating peace has the greatest relationship, and you are included in it. Don't you want to be infatuated again? At that time, the rumors and rumors of the world will put the account of Zheng Sen's retreat in Nanjing all on your shoulders! Besides, after the defeat of the war, how to negotiate! It is to be awarded to your good disciple Haicheng Gong again. , or Jiang Nan Gong? But will Tartar allow him to make conditions? This is impossible!"

"You know, I categorically disagree with Damu's negotiation with Tartar, so I have to see him no matter what, even if I can't persuade him to stay, I have to let him stop the idea of ​​negotiating with Tartar." Seeing that his wife was a little moved, Qian Qianyi hurriedly tried to convince her, "In addition, we can't stay in Changshu. If we don't leave with Damu, after the thieves and Tartars control Jiangnan, there will definitely be a wave of liquidation and cleanup, and I would rather die than suffer. Tartar humiliation!"

Liu Rushi was startled, shook his head and said, "No one can tell in the future. Besides, you and Lang Tingzuo also have some friendship, so he may not touch you."

"Even if Lang Ting Zuo Nian let go of me in his old relationship, He Dong-kun, Damu is on the river. If I don't see him, I will die in the future, and I will not rest my mind!"

"Are you really going to see him?"

Qian Qianyi nodded lightly, his attitude very firm. Liu Rushi sighed secretly, knowing that she couldn't persuade her husband, so she nodded in agreement. The next day, just before dawn, Qian Qianyi got into the carriage and rushed to the riverside, but when he was approaching the port, he saw that the port in front of him was already on guard.

Qian Qianyi and his party could not get close to the riverside, so they had to stop in the distance. Suddenly, the cannons on the river in front of him were loud, and Qian Qianyi hurriedly asked his servants to make money to buy money from the Qing troops in the port. He learned that he had found a fleet of Zheng Jun on the river, so the Qing troops on the shore opened fire, but they were unable to stop Zheng Jun. . Those Zheng Jun also had no intention of fighting against the Qing army, and just hurried over and headed downstream.

After Zheng Jun left, the Qing army still blocked the port and did not allow anyone to approach it. Qian Qianyi spent a lot of money and could not ask for it. Those officials who used to be open to money and compliment Qian Qianyi dared not accept it. Silver, he avoided Qian Qianyi like the **** of plague, as if anyone who touches the old Zongbo will have bad luck.

Helpless, Qian Qianyi had to board the carriage with the help of his servants. In the car, the old Zongbo was very unwilling. After the carriage returned to the Qian Mansion, from a distance, I saw that my house was surrounded by many Qing troops~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Judging by the clothes, it was a real tartar.

Qian Qianyi was taken aback. He didn't expect that it was not the soldiers from Suzhou who came to arrest him, but the real Tartars. In an instant, all his thoughts were lost, and he knew that he would not be able to escape this disaster. But he was not afraid in his heart, he only cared about He Dongjun and his daughter, and hated himself for implicated them.

Before getting off the bus, Qian Qianyi tidied up his clothes a little, he didn't want Tartar to see the tears on his sleeves.

"Sir, it's Tartar... Tartar..."

Qian Qianyi's servant was so frightened that his legs trembled, his voice trembled, his face was pale, and he felt that the most terrifying thing in the world was right in front of him.

"What are you panicking about, it's my master who wants to die, I can't lose your life."

Qian Qianyi snorted slightly and walked towards those Tartars with a fearless face. The Tartars in front also found Qian Qianyi's carriage, and soon there were Tartars on their way. Qian Qianyi was about to say that the old man was Qian Qianyi, and if he wanted to arrest me, he would arrest me. Don't implicate anyone else, but one of the tartarians he met was very familiar.

"Uncle Zong, do you still recognize me?" (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.