On the second day, Dorgon sent someone to persuade the surrender, but was scolded by Hong Chengchou. Seeing that the Qing court wanted to persuade the surrender, Hong Chengchou actually started a hunger strike. He didn't get in for three consecutive days, and he looked like he was loyal and righteous. Zhuo Bufan was not in a hurry at all. On that day, he was squatting in the rare sun, but he saw a girl flying in like a butterfly, which made his eyes lit up.

"Hey, what's your name?" The girl was following several followers with swords. When she saw Zhuo Bufan ask directly, she seemed to have seen him in her words.

Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes when he heard the sound. It wasn't that little Tartar who stopped disguising himself today and appeared in his true form.

Before Zhuo Bufan could answer, the girl smelled a strange smell. When she looked down, she saw her feet stretching comfortably in the sun. When the girl covered her nose, she shouted: "Hey, I'm asking you, Oh, it's so smelly, hurry up and put on."

As he said that, a guard behind him glared at him, and half of his waist was revealed. Zhuo Bufan put on his cowhide boots, but he said in confusion: "Gegg?", isn't Gege the princess? Isn't this princess? I didn't expect that the little Tartar's identity was so noble, and it's no wonder that those Tartars were so respectful to her.

Seeing Zhuo Bufan's expression, the little Tartar smiled proudly and said, "I gave you these boots, haha. Do you think of it?" He was very proud in his tone.

Zhuo Bufan turned his eyes and bowed and said, "I'm here to thank Lord Gege for his boots. Today's setback is hard to be rewarded. If you have carp, pigs, or something, you will definitely give it to me."

"Uh?" The little Tatar was stunned when he heard this. He didn't know that the things Zhuo Bufan said were all betrothal gifts for the Han people in the Central Plains to get married and engage in. He said: "What kind of carp is so messy."

This Manchu princess is indeed different from the Han people. She suddenly lowered her voice and approached Zhuo Bufan and asked in a low voice: "Hey, are your generals really on a hunger strike?"

Zhuo Bufan said with a bitter face: "Not. He won't eat or drink for three days. Hey, if we soldiers can eat and drink to save our lives, it's just a burning incense. If the general really has a few shortcomings, what can we do?"

"Odd the Ji and the Ji." The little Tartar nodded repeatedly and said, "That's the reason. Please persuade your generals. The emperor is a good emperor. If you surrender to our Qing Dynasty, it is much better to keep the custody than to your foolish emperor."

Zhuo Bufan shook his head helplessly and said, "I dare not persuade him. Last time I tried to stop him, the general was still angry with me. Besides, what we are talking about as a soldier is not worth the trouble."

The little Tartar was quite depressed when he heard this. After thinking for a long time, there was no good idea. He sighed and asked again: "That, Zhuo Er, you, you..." Zhuo Bufan looked at the little Tartar whose face suddenly turned red and moved, and he thought to himself, serious things have come, haha, sure enough, even if his beard is unshaven, pale and thin, he still can't stop my romantic and elegant style. As he saw another romantic story was about to be born.

The little Tartar actually started to twist, with a handkerchief in his hand, and asked in a thin voice as thin as a mosquito: "What's your companion's name?"

Zhuo Bufan was stunned and said in confusion: "Comrade? What kind of companion?"

"That's it, that's the one who is with you, who is a little shorter than you and looks much more handsome than you." In a hurry, the little Tartar didn't care about being embarrassed.

Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan's face was extremely wonderful. Whether it was bitter or a smile, he said "one, one" several times but did not say it. Finally, in the little Tartar's eyes full of anticipation, Zhuo Bufan bit his tongue and said, "Yi Zhongtian, his name is Yi Zhongtian."

"Yi Zhongtian, what a handsome name." The little Tartar finally knew the other party's name, was very happy, and his mind flew to somewhere. After a long time, he suddenly took out a piece of letter from his arms and quickly stuffed it into Zhuo Bufan's hand, and whispered: "You, give him this." After saying that, his face was red like an apple, and he turned around and left as if he was running away, leaving Zhuo Bufan standing under the eaves.

At this time, Yizhihua was bringing out the tea. When she saw the little Tartar's back, she was stunned and handed the tea to Zhuo Bufan and asked in confusion: "Isn't this the little Tartar? What are she going to do?"

Zhuo Bufan stared at Yizhihua in a daze, and suddenly gritted his teeth and sighed: "I have never lost my love life. I didn't expect to fall into my family today. My beauty is a disaster. God is jealous of talent!"

"Uh..., Bufan, what's wrong with you, why are you talking nonsense?" As he said, Yizhihua reached out to test Zhuo Bufan's forehead, but was stuffed into a letter by Zhuo Bufan. However, Zhuo Bufan heard Zhuo Bufan sigh in his ears: "Look at it carefully, the great responsibility of heaven is to give you, I will order you to pick up girls, but I can't get into military law. God is jealous of talent, God is jealous of talent."

In a blink of an eye, Hong Chengchou went on a hunger strike until the fifth day. At this moment, Dorgon and others finally couldn't sit still. On this day, they ordered Fan Wencheng, the Minister of Personnel, to come and persuade him.

At this time, Hong Chengchou was listless. Seeing Fan Wencheng, a Han man who was a senior official from another race, was furious and cursed. Fan Wencheng was not angry, but he just rushed over and couldn't drive away. When Hong Chengchou sat down weakly, he sat down with him and talked about the words "resentment". At this time, he was seeing a piece of dry mud on the beam of the house falling down in front of Hong Chengchou's Hanfu robe. Hong Chengchou reached out and carefully bounced the mud away, and carefully slapped the soil. Seeing this scene, Fan Wencheng did not speak and quickly stood up to say goodbye.

Afterwards, Fan Wencheng returned to the front hall and saw Dorgon waiting confidently saying, "Your Majesty, don't worry, Hong Chengchou will not die. He cherishes a worn-out robe so much, how could he not cherish his life?" Hearing this, Dorgon rewarded Huang Taiji, and now he treated Hong Chengchou with caution and sent over a dozen carefully selected beauties of all races. Although Hong Chengchou still did not stop his hunger strike, he did not drive out the dozen or so beauties.

At night, an oil basin was lit in the courtyard and a candlelight was lit in the room. More than a dozen beauties were around, while Hong Chengchou was still lying in the Taishi Chair, still not eating or drinking.

At some point, all the maids and servants in the room disappeared. Hong Chengchou, who was already so hungry that he was dizzy, suddenly smelled a scent. It was the fragrance of a woman. He couldn't help but open his confused eyes and saw a graceful figure appearing in front of him.


Chapter completed!