Nanming Engineer

Chapter 484: Divorce Plan Three
It was another court meeting that broke up unhappily. Since Dorgon's death, this kind of solemn and solemn discussion of great powers has become a child's play where two factions fight against each other and make noise like a market. Empress Xiaozhuang, who was hiding behind and anxious, couldn't hold back the scene at all. Jierhalang and Azige were evenly matched. There are two blue flags and a positive red flag, and even the nobles below, big and small, have chosen sides to stand in line. Many bigwigs who were able to control the scene before are all dead. No one can restrain the two people's fighting skills. There is a hidden stance of intensifying the struggle.

Hong Chengchou returned home worriedly in a sedan chair. When he was leaving the palace, Fan Wencheng, who had caught up behind him, came over to talk to him for a while. Both of them were extremely worried about the future prospects of the Qing Dynasty and worried that this chaos would not be solved as soon as possible. To resolve, all the measures taken to deal with Wang Huan in Shanxi could not be implemented. Now the move to outside the customs has been delayed because no one is in charge. Beizhili is already in danger. The delay at this moment is equivalent to grabbing one's own throat, which is not what a wise man would do. for.

However, Azig and Jierhalang, who are in power, are not masters who like Hanchen, and their persuasion has not received good results. Shunzhi and the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang had no real power, and Hong Chengchou and Fan Wencheng wanted to serve the country, but they were powerless.

Back in his yard, just in time for lunch, Hong Chengchou didn't go to eat, but lowered his head, ignoring anyone, and walked slowly back to the study.

Sitting in front of the table, a charcoal fire has been burned in the middle wall, and the room is as warm as spring. The thick curtain separates the cold air outside, and there are two worlds inside and outside.

Hong Chengchou picked up the pen, fed the ink, and spread out a piece of rice paper to write something. The pen was suspended in the air, but it couldn’t fall down for a long time. A drop of ink dripped from the tip of a good Langhao pen, and it exploded on the rice paper, like a blooming flower. flowers.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling heavily, Hong Chengchou threw the brush and picked up a book of documents on the table in annoyance. He took a casual look and saw that it was the Tang Newspaper. He saw that there were rioters and troublemakers in various provinces and places. Anyway, the flag was raised, and the imperial court sent troops to suppress it, but it could not be defeated, so it urgently reported heavy reinforcements.

Feeling even more depressed now, Hong Chengchou threw the newspaper fiercely and threw it at the door.

The "cracking" pond newspaper just hit the toe of Hong Fu who opened the door curtain and came in with a bowl of bird's nest. The loyal old servant held the bowl in one hand, and picked up the pond newspaper with the other hand, gently Gently put the bird's nest and pond newspaper on the table in front of Hong Chengchou, and said respectfully: "Master Xiang doesn't eat lunch, but drinks a bowl of bird's nest. The coldness in the north is not as warm as that in the south of the Yangtze River. Don't hurt your body."

Hong Chengchou didn't carry the bird's nest, but looked at the courtyard through an open window. There was a small courtyard outside the study, with water and mountains, and luxuriant bamboo leaves and green grass. Although it was late autumn, it was still green. It can make you feel better.

After a long silence, Hong Chengchou said in a bitter tone: "Hong Fu, how long has it been since we joined the Qing Dynasty?"

"Respond to the Prime Minister's words." Hong Fu bowed his body and replied, "It's been nine years."

Hong Chengchou was startled for a moment, and couldn't help but frown. The lines on his eyes and forehead became deeper, his brows were filled with vicissitudes of life, and his lips trembled: "Nine years? So long? Why do I feel like it just happened yesterday?"

Hong Fu bent down deeper and said nothing.

"Time is passing, and the time is passing." Hong Chengchou stared at a green bamboo plant in a daze. The wind brought by autumn blew off the bamboo leaves all over the ground. The bamboo was swaying gently, and sprinkled the colorful sunlight on the fallen leaves all over the ground: "Hong Fu, tell me, when Qiu Minyang, Wang Tingchen and Cao Bianjiao were captured at the same time as me, why were they killed and Emperor Taizong left me alone?"

Hong Fu raised his head, hesitated for a moment, moved his lips, but did not speak after all.

Hong Chengchou smiled and waved his hands: "Haha, you are embarrassed to say, I know, I know, Hong Fu, you are very loyal, and you are afraid to embarrass me. In fact, it is nothing, it is really nothing, why didn't Emperor Taizong kill me ? It’s not how powerful I am. Wang Tingchen and Qiu Minyang are both capable people. Will they be worse than me? Can Cao Bianjiao, a generation of heroes, be worse than me? No, neither, because he can see that I, Hong Chengchou, are afraid of death !”

He laughed, leaned back and forth, pointed at Hong Fu and said, "Hahaha, no one would have thought of it? I, Hong Chengchou, would be afraid of death? But it's true, hahaha, I'm really afraid of death, if I wasn't afraid of death, Huang Taiji killed me a long time ago! Hahaha!"

He laughed so hard that even the tears came out, but he was still smiling while holding on to the table, and he didn't wipe it off, letting the tears flow down his cheeks.Hong Fu hurriedly walked to the door, saw that there was no one outside, and then closed the door cautiously.

"Hahaha, no one else is to blame, not even the Emperor Taizong. You have to bear what you choose." Hong Chengchou's laughter subsided, and tears streamed down his face: "One mistake will cause eternal hatred, and if you look back, it will be a hundred years. If you end the Qing Dynasty, you will end the Ming Dynasty, and there is no way back. It’s a pity that a lifetime of reputation will end in eternal disaster!”

At this moment, Hong Fu straightened up cautiously, and asked softly: "Master Xiang, is it still a mess in the court today, and the situation is so corrupt?"

A look of anger appeared on Hong Chengchou's face, and he snorted coldly: "I originally thought that the new dynasty should be vigorous and progressive, but I didn't expect that after Ming Jun left, there would be another group of powerful ministers fighting for profit. How stupid it is to ignore big troubles but only focus on petty profits! It has the same virtue as the Ming Dynasty, no! The bunch of rotten scholars in the Ming Dynasty at least had people from the Qingming Dynasty, including people like Sun Chengzong and Lu Xiangsheng who are still alive despite their death. The Qing Dynasty What? Who can count how many?"

He let out a long sigh, and looked at the beams of the room, as if lost in melancholy.

Hong Fu hesitated and then said: "The young master has already arranged for someone to leave the city before dawn this morning and send him to the second master in the south in accordance with the Prime Minister's wishes. They are all followed by trustworthy people. I think there will be no serious problems."

When mentioning his son, Hong Chengchou's face also had a trace of warmth. He nodded towards Hong Fu, and said gently: "This kid, after studying for a few years, has become a bit bookish. He thinks it's wrong for me to seek refuge in the Qing Dynasty, so he left." That's fine, if he leaves Qingjing and goes to live with his second uncle, maybe... he can still preserve the bloodline of the Hong family..."

He thought for a while and asked, "Have you brought enough money? There are many places to use money over there, so don't make it difficult for you to live in poverty."

Just as Hong Fu was about to answer, he suddenly heard loud noises outside, as if there were quite a few people walking around.

Hong Chengchou twisted his face, this is the official residence of the Inner Academy, the rules are very strict, the servants are not allowed to run around and make noise, if they are in a mess, wouldn't it be a joke?
Hong Fu was not only his personal attendant, but also the chief housekeeper. He immediately opened the door curtain, wanting to go out to see who the short-sighted guy was, but before he could go out, he saw a servant fall in.

Hong Chengchou stood up, and before he could ask any questions, the servant cried out in tears: "Master Xiang, Lord Xiang, many soldiers, many soldiers have come in!"

Hong Chengchou and Hong Fu changed their expressions at the same time, soldiers?
What are you here for?
Hong Chengchou hurried towards the door, just as he went out, he saw a group of Qing soldiers carrying swords, guns and chains, yelling and breaking into the small courtyard of the study.

The leading one, wearing the armor of the Zhenghuang flag, was Jialazhangjing, who recognized Hong Chengchou's appearance, pointed out his hand, and shouted: "Take it!"

Hong Chengchou struggled a few times, was pinned down firmly and couldn't move, but still managed to raise his head and shouted: "I am a bachelor of the inner courtyard, what's the matter, why are you taking me?"

Zhang Jing sneered a few times and shouted: "Han Gou, you still haven't confessed your crime? You colluded with the Nanman people to rebel. Someone came to report you. I was ordered by the Minister of Internal Affairs, Sony, to arrest you and bring you to justice. If you have anything to say, go to the prison and say it." Bar!"

He waved his hand, and a group of soldiers like wolves and tigers rushed into the study, and Hong Fu's screams and the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets came from inside.

Hong Chengchou's hands were cut backwards, his joints were locked, and he was sweating in pain. He still tried his best to endure it, and glared: "What crime did Hong have? Your adults will punish him. My family is innocent. Don't embarrass them!"

Zhang Jing curled his lips and said, "You should worry about yourself!"

At this time, a few soldiers came out of the study, holding a stack of manuscripts and letters in their hands, and excitedly said to Zhang Jing: "My lord, I found it, this man really hid a lot of letters to contact the south, and there are a few more An imperial edict bearing the great seal of the Nanban imperial court!"

Hong Chengchou's head suddenly "buzzed!" as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he almost fainted. He stretched his neck as hard as he could to see what the soldier was holding.

Zhang Jing took the manuscript and letter, read it briefly, raised his head towards Hong Chengchou contemptuously, and said angrily: "You still don't admit it, now the evidence is conclusive, how can you deny it! Someone, take it away!"

A ray of sunlight poured down from the cracks in the bamboo leaves and shone on the trembling letter manuscript in Zhang Jing’s hands. The bright Ming court Yongli seal was so eye-catching on a blank imperial book, even if Hong Chengchou’s eyesight was bad, Can also see clearly.The red mark fell into his eyes, and immediately turned into a blooming blood flower, which was about to spurt from his neck.

"No~~~! This is a frame-up!" Hong Chengchou yelled frantically, "I want to see Lord Jierhalang, I want to see Lord Azig, I want..."

"Snapped!"

Zhang Jing slapped him on the mouth, knocking out several of Hong Chengchou's teeth. The blood foam along with the flying teeth dyed his official robe red.

"What a fart!" Zhang Jing scolded: "You dog Nanman, wait to die!"

(End of this chapter)