Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

Everyone is rejoicing——

Fortunately, Hong Chengchou took a trip!

Otherwise, wouldn't they be the unlucky ones?

On the other side, Chen Mingxia, who was far away from the core and kneeling outside the crowd, was even more ecstatic.

He was the leader of the Southern Party.

But Hong Chengchou was from the south.

His position was already in jeopardy, and he was worrying about how to kill Hong Chengchou so that he could secure his position as party leader.

But did not expect ...

Hong Chengchou actually failed!

Seeing that Hong Chengchou, who had a higher status, was about to be executed by his master, Chen Mingxia laughed crazily in his heart.

Hahahaha!

Hong Chengchou, Hong Chengchou!

Now, let me see how you can threaten my status!

……

The master said something, and a small official came forward and knelt down to lick it.

After a few post-writing gestures, when Dorgon finished speaking, he hurriedly stepped forward, unfolded the Songjiang Tan Notes, and laid them out in front of Hong Chengchou.

Songjiang Tan Jian, also known as "Tan Jian", has patterns on the paper and is extremely valuable.

It is one of the Ming Dynasty paper and is a high-end paper.

Produced in Songjiang, Shanghai.

Tulong of the Ming Dynasty, "Paper, Ink, Pen, Inkstone and Paper·Guochao Paper":

"Songjiang Tan paper does not need to be made with powder, but is made of Jingchuan paper, which is thick and smooth. It is calendered with wax and painted with flowers and birds of various colors. It is strong and smooth and can be compared to Song Dynasty paper."

The extravagant and lustful "I Shengqing" can use the expensive ones but never the right ones.

Others were a step slower and eager to compete in front of Dorgon.

So, he hurriedly picked up the inkstone that had fallen to the ground and started grinding ink.

As a big shot who came from the imperial examination, Hong Chengchou's first-hand pavilion style is quite beautiful.

Even, it is comparable to the printing masterpieces of later generations!

Even if you write with your backhand, you can still paste it on the wall as wallpaper.

However, after Chen Qiyu destroyed his two most important fingers, Hong Chengchou wrote crookedly while holding the pen.

In fact, the ink dots soaked the handwriting...

Dorgon's brows wrinkled.

It took more than half an hour for Hong Chengchou to finish writing the story.

Dorgon took the confession without waiting for the ink to dry.

However, after taking one look, he immediately became furious:

"Hong Chengchou!"

Dorgon kicked Hong Chengchou to the ground:

"Thief against your mother!

Are you doing this for me to see?

Come on!

Take me down and skin me with mercury! "

Dorgon gave the order, and immediately a guard came forward with a knife and captured Hong Chengchou.

"Hiss~~hehehe~~uh uh~~"

When Hong Chengchou heard this, his eyes instantly bulged, but in the blink of an eye, bloodshot eyes were covered with blood, and he couldn't stop struggling.

He roared loudly, trying to break free.

However, where can one earn more than a bodyguard?

Amidst Hong Chengchou's miserable roar, Hong Chengchou was taken away.

The ministers felt their hearts beating violently, and cold sweat instantly spread all over their bodies.

Someone who is close to Hong Chengchou wants to persuade...

However, looking at Dorgon's blood-red eyes, no one dared to move at all.

When Hong Chengchou was pulled away, he looked at Dayu'er.

The pleading look in her eyes only made Da Yu'er feel pity.

There is a saying in the Han family: One day brings a hundred days of kindness to a husband.

She and Hong Chengchou had been friends for more than a day.

Dayu'er, who was holding Fang Kala, wanted to speak out to persuade him. However, Fang Kala in his arms stretched out his hand and pinched Dayu'er's arm.

Da Yuer's face changed, and she instantly understood that Dorgon was angry and she had made a mistake just now. If she pleads for Hong Chengchou at this time...

It will definitely annoy Dorgon.

If Dorgon doesn't stop doing anything, give her a glass of poisonous wine at night...

All her plans will fail!

Dayu'er felt cruel and glanced away.

"Uh, uh, uh, hehe~"

Hong Chengchou, who was about to be dragged off the boat, saw that Da Yu'er was like this. He was so desperate that he let out a beast-like howl in his throat...

however……

no one cares about him anymore...

Being a dog to the Qing Dynasty is all for your own benefit.

Who would do something that does no good?

Besides, who doesn’t know the relationship between Hong Chengchou and Dayu’er?

Even his concubines didn't save him, let alone others!

The guards dragged Hong Chengchou out of the boat and brought him to the shore.

A hole was dug in the ground and Hong Chengchou was buried alive in it.

He had just made a cross on his newly shaved scalp and was about to pour mercury in, when he discovered——

Because they left in such a hurry, there was no mercury in the fleet.

The leader of the Lan Ling guards had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush to Dorgon to report:

"To inform my father, the Regent, we have not found mercury. I dare to ask my master, how should the execution be carried out?"

Dorgon suddenly became furious and roared loudly:

"You are a pig?!

Don’t know how to think of a solution? "

Dorgon kicked over the inkstone on the ground, and ink splashed all over the ministers, especially the Manchu minister kneeling in the front, with ink all over his face.

All the ministers didn't even dare to wipe it.

Dorgon is still roaring:

“Find someone who knows how to kill a sheep!

Open a hole in your leg and blow on me!

Just blow it and you can peel it!

Are you all pigs?

I have to give you instructions on everything! "

Dorgon burst into anger.

The frightened Lan Ling guard who rushed to report hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed:

“Master, slave, go right now!

Go here, slave! "

The Lan Ling guard was pissed, got up and ran away.

The guards dug out Hong Chengchou from the ground and cut him in the leg with a knife.

Just like skinning a sheep, start blowing hard.

Hong Chengchou screamed repeatedly, but the guards forcibly held him down, blowing on him and rubbing him.

Under the influence of air pressure, the skin and flesh are separated.

Soon, Hong Chengchou was blown up into a balloon.

……

Half an hour later, accompanied by roars, the Lanling guards boarded Dorgon's ship holding a pile of actinic leather.

"Master, the slaves have skinned Hong Chengchou according to the master's instructions."

The Blue Ling guard knelt on the ground and raised the leather with both hands.

The ministers raised their heads slightly, and when they saw the patterned leather, everyone went numb.

Not only were the Han ministers panicked, but even the Manchu nobles broke into cold sweat on their backs.

“Take it down and marinate it!

When I, the Qing Dynasty, entered the Nanjing Imperial Palace, I took this thing off the grass and hung it on the city gate! "

Dorgon didn't even look at Hong Chengchou, who was still roaring on the shore, and ordered loudly:

"The armies obey the order and march forward!

Go to Yangzhou! "

Dorgon gave an order, and hundreds of warships continued to set off.

The fleet left the shore and slowly headed south.

Outside the gradually deserted Suqian city, only a red and white meat ball was left.

Those are the heroes of the Qing Dynasty who went through life and death for the Qing Dynasty!

The Qing army left.

There are only groups of graves in the wheat fields in the distance, and generations of wheat field people are watching all this silently.

Hong Chengchou was unable to stop the bleeding because he had been skinned. He was struggling, squirming, and wailing on the ground...

Silent tombs, wailing heroes...

All of this is so magical...

This is the reality of the Qing Dynasty!

It's like the best stand-up comedian in the world is performing a sermon that makes people laugh and has profound meaning...

It gets dark and bright again.

The moon rises and sets.

I don’t know when it started, but the thick fog shrouding Suqian gradually dissipated.

The golden sun broke through the thick fog and filled the world with sunshine.