Bai Yongfu, Zhao Zhongyi and the others were relieved after looking at the body of the braided soldier who could not spit out blood on the ground, and they were all in their hearts. If something happened to the governor, it would be useless if they killed more braided soldiers.

But Lu Si dusted the dust on his body as if nothing had happened and walked lightly in front of Wang Aoyong.

The Governor stood there like a stone statue, his face not only terror but also terrified, but still motionless.

Surprisingly, after the "zombie-scammer" Han army soldier stood up with a strong head.

This person was Pan Chen, the former head of the Ministry of Revenue of the Ming Dynasty, who followed Wang Aoyong to pacify Weihui and other places in Henan. Logically, things have developed to this point. He would rather remain silent than beg for mercy, so that he could save his life.

But this Chief Pan didn't know what the wrong medicine had been taken, but he turned his head to Bai Yongfu beside him and cursed: "The despicable villain dares to surrender and harm my officers and soldiers. The Qing Dynasty will never let you go!"

Bai Yongfu was stunned. He didn't expect that this civil servant was so brave. He was about to scare him, but a long sword slashed at Pan Chen's neck.

With a "puff", Pan Chen's head rolled in front of the petrified Wang Aoyong.

After shaking for a few moments, I kept my feet fixed.

His eyes were round and bright, and his eyes were even moving left and right.

Blood from the headless corpse splattered straight at the beams.

Qi Bao wiped the knife casually, and as the governor, he must not let the dangerous scene happen again.

Prevent problems before they happen, you can't make mistakes.

Lu Si glanced at it and turned his head, his eyes fell on the face of the first Shandong Governor of the Qing Dynasty.

This is a capable person.

When Lu Si first saw Wang Aoyong, he admired him very much, so he thought that Wang could repent and use it for him. This would make the Shandong Governor of the Qing Dynasty turn around and then recruit those officials and gentry who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty. It should be very interesting.

Moreover, it has great political significance.

Even if Wang Aoyong's governor was not of high value, he was also the first governor appointed by Manchu since he entered the pass.

Thinking of this, he said in a harmonious voice: "You were a wise minister in the past. Don't you know why Manchus were cruel and helped the evildoers and were willing to shave your hair and shame our ancestors?"

Before he could finish his words, Wang Aoyong, who was obviously afraid of death, even started to curse.

The scolding is very gentle and ugly.

"If you scold us like this, do you really want to be the great loyal minister of the Manchus?"

Lu Si was surprised. With his judging eyes, this governor was unreasonable and had such an unparalleled and honest manner. He should have gone to the Ming Dynasty with Chongzhen, so why did he become the vanguard of the Manchus going south?

Moreover, Zhu Tinghan, the king's good student, told him that Wang had surrendered to the end of the world in Beijing, and he would have paid 5,000 taels of silver before he could pass the test.

In this way, there is no reason why I suddenly feel righteous and become a hero who is proud and unyielding.

The changes in human nature must always take a gradual process.

Wang Aoyong may have been too frightened or was tired of scolding. He turned his head and refused to answer. His neck was hard. If it weren't for the inappropriate braid behind his head, he would have been a hero of the Han family who was proud of his heart no matter how he looked.

Lu Si felt thoughtful.

Zhu Tinghan saw it and knew it was time for him to show off. He hurriedly walked up to his mentor and whispered, "Teacher, things are like this, why do you have to work hard for the Manchus anymore? The teacher often says that people who know the times are heroes, but as long as they repent, the students think that the governor will definitely be at the top and value the teacher more than the Manchus."

It would be fine if Zhu Tinghan didn't persuade him. After he persuaded him, Wang Aoyong was angry and started to curse again.

"You shameless thief don't call me my husband as your teacher anymore. I'm blind and even recognize you as my disciple. You really know people but not your heart!"

The vicious scolding was even more intense than before.

"student"

Zhu Tinghan had a embarrassed face and was spitted by his mentor. He was so embarrassed that he was so embarrassed that he was so embarrassed.

Lu Si waved his hand and signaled Zhu Tinghan to retreat aside, pondered for a moment, and said, "Wang Aoyong, Yang Sichang was good at governing his troops back then, and he missed his opportunity. You repeatedly advised him and refused to listen. After Sichang was defeated, Chongzhen re-used you as the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue. On his post, you wrote to Chongzhen to restart the Baochao Law and set up the Baochao Bureau. Soon he was re-elected as the governor of Tongzhou to supervise military affairs. Everything was smooth and everything was organized, which made Chongzhen highly valued you. Now, Chongzhen has only been dead for three months. Even if you don’t want to eat Shunlu, how could you be a Manchu lackey and go south to persuade me to surrender to the Chinese people?"

This question is obviously about Wang Aoyong's heart, and he rarely did not curse again.

"Scholars die for their confidants, good birds choose trees to live in, and virtuous ministers choose masters to wait for them. Although Manchu used to poison China, the eight banners of the pass were strictly ordered and plundering was strictly prohibited. It was no longer the past. The regent was even more powerful, and the people were assured of China. They were kind to China. They were all welcomed to the world, and they were cleansed of the gentry of the dynasty, and they did not care about the past, respected the virtuous guests. They even sent mourning to the late emperor, and they were settled, and both the inside and the outside were at peace. This new dynasty's atmosphere is many times stronger than that of the Ming Dynasty and Li Chuang. Such monarchs are the wise rulers of our scholars. How can we say that there is a lackey?"

"Oh, I understand."

Lu Si nodded, "You mean that after entering the pass, the Manchus will no longer kill Chinese people, nor will they burn and rob them. Therefore, they are no longer the troops who lead beasts and cannibals, but the troops of kings. Therefore, we should not care about the evil things they did to China in the past. We should contribute to the establishment of the new Manchu dynasty and unification of China. With such a wise ruler, our China will surely reproduce again, have a harmonious political system and peace in the world."

In theory, Wang Aoyong is not wrong.

Lu Si admitted a fact that the Qing Dynasty in the Jiashen year was actually popular.

During this year, a large number of Ming Dynasty officials and gentry voluntarily surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, indicating that the various measures taken by the Manchu powerful group headed by Dorgon after entering the pass were ahead of the times. The people in the north, who had experienced more than ten years of war, were also eager to live a peaceful life under the Qing Dynasty, or in other words, they believed that the Manchu soldiers could bring peace to them.

Just as they believed that the Dashun New Dynasty established by Li Zicheng after entering Beijing would be together with the change of dynasties for thousands of years, the war quickly ended and brought vitality to the land of China.

Lu Si never denies this historical fact.

"Since you understand this truth, why should you ask me?" Wang Aoyong snorted slightly.

"I know, but have you ever wondered whether the millions of Chinese who died under the Manchu butcher knife in the past twenty years will be considered? Will the hundreds of thousands of people killed in Jinan understand this truth? Could it be that because the butcher temporarily put down the butcher's knife, we really want to offer them as Bodhisattvas? How do you know that the Manchu Anmin and the people will continue to continue and that one day will not raise the butcher knife to the Chinese people again?"

Lu Si shook his head, "I won't say much about the great truth. After all, there are some things you can't see. But you are always a Han Chinese and are willing to work hard for Manchuria. I'm afraid the reputation of a traitor and traitor in the future will never be able to escape."

After hearing this, Wang Aoyong sneered: "I know that you, a young man, want to persuade me to surrender, but I tell you the truth. I only reborn as a former name, and death is like ashes, and I care what future generations say. Don't have a quarrel with me. If you want to kill, you will kill me, and you will cut me off. Don't think I will kneel to you."

Lu Si frowned: "I really won't think about it anymore?"

"What should I consider!"

Wang Aoyong was determined, and then suddenly his head hurt, but the young man who was talking to him with Yan Yuese just now grabbed his braid and dragged him outside.

The actions were exactly the same as the dead pig that the personal soldiers dragged Heshuo's prince just now!

"Let me go!"

Wang Aoyong did not prevent Lu Si from treating him like this, and was dragged on the ground with his braid, which was very embarrassed.

Lu Si was not willing to let go. The more Wang Aoyong struggled, the harder he tried, and he rubbed the old man's thighs to pieces.

The Huai Army soldiers who were carrying the bodies outside saw an old braid being dragged out by the governor himself, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Dog thief!"

Wang Aoyong was both ashamed and hated, and he really wanted to bite his tongue. But as soon as his teeth bit his tongue, he was afraid that it would hurt. He really couldn't make up his mind. He simply closed his eyes and waited for the head to fall to the ground. Although it hurts, it must be easier than biting his tongue.

Li Yuanyin, Qi Bao, Zhao Zhongyi, Bai Yongfu and others followed him out. Seeing that the governor dragged the governor of the Qing Dynasty, he couldn't help but wonder what the governor was going to do.

Wang Aoyong was dragged downstairs by Lu Si.

He threw the old man in front and behind, and Lu Si waved his hand: "Build a pile of firewood!"

"yes!"

More than a dozen personal soldiers immediately kicked the nearby tables and chairs down and chopped them with a knife, stacking them up.

On the city wall, dozens of figures were hanging under the chassis and shaking.

The prince Shi Huashan didn't know how many times he fainted from the pain. Every time he woke up, he could feel that his scalp seemed to be torn apart, but every time he was still hanging in the air.

The toughness and strength of the rat tail braids of money have been tested by truth.

Just like a hemp rope, the dispersed hemp rope can be pulled off with force, but no matter how hard it is when weaved together, the hemp rope will be strong.

All the Han army braided soldiers who were hung were like this. Apart from the huge pain in their scalp, what made them even more terrifying was that there was nothing under their feet.

Hanging in the air, and always worrying that the braids will break, their hearts will be empty.

When the prince opened his eyes again, he saw a group of Ming soldiers below setting up a fire. He was puzzled and didn't know what these Ming soldiers were doing.

At this moment, the prince thought that the Ming army was the one who mourned him.

Seeing a big pile of firewood slowly building up in front of him, Wang Aoyong gradually felt something bad, and the coldness in his heart rose, and his hands and feet trembled unconsciously.

There were many officers and soldiers of the Huai Army gathered under the city gate, as well as many people from Jinan City. Sometimes they looked up to see the braided soldiers hanging on the city wall, and sometimes they looked at the fire that was getting taller and higher.
Chapter completed!