"God of your life, General, please spare your life"

The right-sergeant Wang Zhangjun, dressed in a civilian costume, was frightened by the carriages dragged out of the city and his face turned pale. He knelt on the ground with a "thump" sound and kept kowtowing to Zhou Shixiang. Zhu Guorong, the governor of Guangzhou, stood there with his hands covered with his mouth, showing that he was ridiculing Wang Zhangjun for being greedy for life and fearing death.

Zhou Shixiang looked at Zhu Guorong calmly and suddenly asked him: "Who is Zhu Guozhi you?"

"Zhu Guozhi?"

Zhu Guorong's eyes flashed with doubts, and he immediately snorted: "I don't know this person, a thief scholar. Since I have fallen into your hands, I will kill you and cut you into your hands. Don't stop talking too much!"

"Aren't Lord Zhu afraid of death?"

Zhou Shixiang smiled. Another Han man who was willing to sacrifice his life for the Manzhou people. Didn’t he see the body of the little master of the Manzhou city in that car!

"What's the fear of death?"

Zhu Guorong bowed to the north and said loudly: "I think I, Zhu Guorong, is just a juren, but I am favored by the holy people. I am appointed as the magistrate of Guangzhou. The emperor treats me as a national sage. I am the only one who can repay the emperor with the national sage. Now that I am in trouble, I cannot protect my master's safety, so I will be punished by death!"

"Mr. Zhu is so strong, but he would rather be a dog than a human being." Zhou Shi praised each other and told his left and right: "Give Wang Ganzheng a sword."

Immediately, a personal guard drew his sword and threw it in front of Wang Zhangjun. The sword fell to the ground, making a "bang" sound.

"This is?"

Wang Zhangjun stared at the long sword on the ground in a daze, and was extremely shocked, thinking that Zhou Shixiang wanted him to commit suicide with this sword.

Zhou Shixiang pointed at him and said, "Zhu Guorong wants to be a dog from Manzhou. What about you, do you want to be a dog or a human being?"

"A good person is willing to be a good person"

Wang Zhangjun was afraid of death very much, otherwise he would not have taken off his official uniform when the Taiping Army entered the city and wanted to disguise himself as a civilian to escape. Zhu Guorong was determined to die, but he didn't want to.

"Then use this sword to kill the dog from Manzhou." Zhou Shixiang's fingers moved towards Zhu Guorong.

"ah?"

When Wang Zhangjun heard that the thief scholar wanted to use this sword to kill Zhu Guorong, he was shocked.

"If you don't kill, this sword will kill you."

Zhou Shixiang smiled on his lips, but his words were filled with murderous intent, so Wang Zhangjun could not refuse.

"I me"

Wang Zhangjun did not dare to disobey the order. He held the long sword tremblingly and looked at Zhu Guorong staggeringly.

Zhu Guorong looked at him contemptuously and said coldly: "Mr. Wang, for the sake of being an official in the same court, let me die more happily." After saying that, he sorted out his lower robe as if no one else was around, leaned down and gently dusted the dust on his shoes. After doing all this, he closed his eyes again and waited for death.

I am not afraid of death. Why do I fear me by death!

I only sigh that thousands of people in the city were killed by the hands of bandits. I, Zhu Guorong, cannot be redeemed even if I die a hundred times!

Your Majesty, I am incompetent!

Zhu Guorong felt inexplicably sad and irrepressible pain. There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, making his heart so painful and so hot...

"call!"

After breathing a long breath, Zhu Guorong was completely trapped there, and he was waiting for the deadly slaughter.

"Mr. Zhu. I..."

Wang Zhangjun was so scared that he grabbed the tears and his nose, his voice trembled, and the sword in his hand moved towards Zhu Guorong's chest inch by inch.

Seeing Wang Zhangjun being slow, Zhu Guorong said angrily: "I haven't taken action yet, are you going to make the thief look down on me!"

"Mr. Zhu, hold on, I'll send you on the way!"

Wang Zhangjun trembled and stabbed the sword at Zhu Guorong's chest. With a "puff" sound, the sound of the sword tip entering the flesh was inaudible.

"I killed Zhu Guorong, I killed Zhu Guorong"

Before Zhu Guorong's scream could be heard, Wang Zhangjun was already screaming. However, he didn't know that the Taiping Army around him was laughing at him.

The skin on the chest could clearly feel the coldness from the sword. Wang Zhangjun's shouting made Zhu Guorong think that he was about to die, but why didn't the wound hurt very much?

Close your eyes and try your best to imagine the scene when a person dies, waiting for the moment when he falls. However, he has not felt the loss of consciousness for a long time, but has become more and more awake.

What's going on?

Zhu Guorong subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his chest. He was stunned when he saw that the sword in Wang Zhangjun's hand had just penetrated his official uniform, and the long sword had just cut a hole in his chest. It didn't even pierce it.

Zhu Guorong felt anger of being teased. He looked at Wang Zhangjun who was still shouting with a pale face, and shouted, "You are so stupid! I am not dead yet!"

But I don’t know if Wang Zhangjun was too scared to hear it because he killed someone, or if he was irrational at all, Zhu Guorong called him twice without getting any reaction from him.

"well!"

This is a fool!

I can't count on Wang Zhangjun. Instead of asking for help, I'd better seek for myself. Zhu Guorong made up his mind and suddenly stretched out his hands to hold the sword body of the long sword tightly, and then used all his strength to pounce towards the tip of the sword.

"Puchi!"

This time, the sound of the sword tip entering the flesh was clear, and the huge pain was real and clear.

"Well…"

Zhu Guorong screamed in pain, then used all his last bit of strength to lean back, and with another "puff", the long sword pulled out from his chest, and with a "puff", Zhu Guorong fell straight to the ground.

Blood is like a fountain, and the source of life seems to be drained.

Pain, dizzy, blur

Why is it getting darker?

The eyelids slowly closed, and the twitching body stopped moving. The fingers seemed to no longer belong to the body, so the last tapping stopped.

Zhu Guorong died and could die for his master, he died peacefully.

Wang Zhangjun also woke up, and woke up suddenly. He looked at Zhu Guorong's body on the ground with horror. His cheeks kept twitching, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but swallow.

Zhou Shixiang stood up and patted his butt, and then he turned around and left.

"Now, my magistrate of Guangzhou in the Ming Dynasty is Lord Wang. Please come forward immediately to appease the people in the city and set up the airs of Guangzhou Prefecture for me. The public security in the city should be quickly and stable, and people's livelihood should be solved. If you have any difficulties, come to me."

Hong Shiming has been locked in the Governor's Office for two days. He has been really worried these two days. His life is like years. His most feared thing every day is that the door is pushed open suddenly, and then rushed into a team of Taiping Army like tigers and wolves, and pulled him out without saying a word. Then he dragged him to Caishikou or a large schoolyard to sacrifice the flag and kill him.

It is really unspeakable to be worried about being afraid. Fortunately, no one has come to Hong Shiming in the past two days. The Taiping Army seemed to have forgotten that the eldest son of Hong Chengchou, the governor of the five provinces, was locked up in the Governor's Office.

Hong Shiming's food, drink, defecation and sensation were all in this room. Every day, the servants in the mansion delivered three meals. The toilet bucket was taken once in the morning and evening. Except for not being allowed to come out, everything about Mr. Hong was the same as before. He loved reading and wrote, even if he was singing a big show inside. The soldiers outside didn't care about him.

This situation made Hong Shiming calm down a little. He guessed that most of the leaders of the Taiping Army knew that he was Hong Chengchou's son and thought that he was of great value, so he would not kill him.

The morning sun shone into the house, and Hong Shiming got up from the bed. What happened in the past few days made him feel like a dream. Now he still doesn't believe that Guangzhou City has fallen into the hands of the Taiping Army.

But I don’t know what happened to the Governor General and King Pingnan? What was the situation in the city? Are the three armies outside rushing to Guangzhou again?

Hong Shiming sighed, and felt a little funny again. He couldn't protect himself. He was still thinking about others.

After getting out of bed listlessly, Hong Shiming glanced at the toilet bucket. Thinking that it must have been stenched inside after just after Gong last night, so he held back the plan to come out and wait for the servant to change the toilet bucket and then relax.

Boredly, he picked up the teapot at the table, but it was empty inside. The tea had been drunk by him while sitting at night.

My mouth is dry and a little bitter. I think it's because of the fear of the past two days that my body is not in harmony.

Hong Shiming looked outside the house. A row of Taiping troops holding spears surrounded the yard where he was, and he was afraid that even flies could not fly out.

Is it so deserted today?

The feeling of being forgotten made Hong Shiming very uncomfortable, but he was afraid that the Taiping Army people would come to him.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly. He secretly scolded himself for not being able to think about it. Since the Taiping Army did not kill him immediately, it proved that his father's name had a protective effect on him. If the Taiping Army's thief scholar really hated his father as much as his bones, he had to cut off his head and give it to his father at the moment he had grabbed him, so he would not have been so delicious and delicious.

Maybe the thief scholar is also having a headache about how to deal with himself. Kill me. In addition to arousing my father's anger, it will be of no benefit to him. If I don't kill me, I will benefit a lot. If I don't help, I will always make my father more concerned about the use of troops in Guangdong. Although his thief scholar seized Guangzhou City, his foundation is not too solid. If my father transferred a large army to attack him, I'm afraid he will not be able to defend Guangzhou City.

Just as he was thinking about it, a sound came from outside the yard, and then someone entered the yard and called out to the study: "Young Master Hong, have you gotten up?"

The door was gently pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Hong Shiming, but it was Gui Yongzhi, the governor Li Rutai's master. He was the only one who came, and there was no one else.

"Master Gui?"

Hong Shiming looked at Gui Yongzhi slowly walked into the house in confusion.

"Mr. Hong's complexion is not good. Could it be that he is sick?"

"I changed Master Gui, but I don't know if he is going to be sick."

"Haha, don't talk about this." Gui Yongzhi smiled slightly and said in the future, "Gui is now the new master, and my boss wants you to write a letter to Lord Hong."

What should come will always come. Hong Shiming was not surprised that the thief scholar asked him to write a letter. He took it for granted: "But I want me to write a letter to persuade my father to surrender?"

Unexpectedly, Gui Yongzhi laughed after hearing this. He said, "What a hero, Lord Hong? How could he surrender his son with a letter? If this is the case, he had already died in the country outside the pass. Speaking of which, the young master is not as good as your father."

Hong Shiming's face turned red and he felt a little embarrassed. Gui Yongzhi's words clearly mean that his son is much worse than his father.

"It's not a letter of persuading surrender, but I don't know what letter your boss wants me to write?"

"I said, you write."

Gui Yongzhi saw that there were paper and pens on the desk, so he went to grind the ink and signaled Hong Shiming to sit down. Then he said, "It's not that you want Mr. Hong to write something. My boss said that you can just let Mr. Hong report safety to Mr. Hong."

"What do you want me to write?" Hong Shiming was confused. He was so safe that he could repay him.

Gui Yongzhi spoke, but it was just eight simple words, eight words in very vernacular language.
To be continued...