Chapter 0260

The next day, Dorgom sent people to persuade him to surrender, but he was scolded by Hong Chengchou. Seeing that the Qing court wanted to persuade him to surrender, Hong Chengchou actually began to go on a hunger strike. He didn't enter the water and rice for three days in a row. He really looked loyal to death. Zhuobufan was not in a hurry at all. On this day, he was squatting in the sun, but he saw a flowery girl flying in like a butterfly, which brightened his eyes.

"Hey, what's your name?" The girl was followed by several knife attendants. When she saw Zhuo Fan, she asked directly, as if she had seen him for a long time.

Zhuo Fan heard the sound and narrowed his eyes. It was not the little tatar. Today, he no longer disguised himself and appeared as his original face.

Without waiting for Zhuofan to answer, the girl smelled a strange smell. She looked down and saw two feet stretching comfortably in the sun. The girl covered her nose and shouted, "Hey, Benge is asking you. Oh, it's so stinky. Wear it quickly."

With that, a guard behind him stared angrily, and half of his waist knife flashed. Zhuo Fan hurriedly put on cowhide boots, but he said doubtfully, "Guge?" Isn't Gege a princess? I didn't expect that the identity of this little tartar was so noble. No wonder those Tatari were so respectful to her.

Seeing Zhuo's extraordinary look, the little Tatar smiled proudly and said, "I gave you these boots, hehe. Do you remember?" He was very proud in his tone.

Zhuo Fan turned his eyes when he heard the words, bowed and arched his hand and said, "In Zhuo... Second, thank you for your boots. There is no reward for your hardship today. If you have carp, big meat pig's hind legs or something another day, I will definitely send it to you.

"Uh?" The little Tartar was stunned when he heard the words. How did he know that what Zhuo Fan said was all the betrothal gifts of the Han people in the Central Plains. He said, "What a messy carp meat."

This man's grid is indeed different from that of the Han people. At this time, he suddenly lowered his voice and came to Zhuo Fan and asked in a low voice, "Hey, is your general really on a hunger strike?"

Zhuo Fan said with a bitter face, "It's not. I didn't eat or drink for three days. Hey, if we can eat, drink and save our lives as soldiers, it's time to burn incense. If the general really has a long time, what can we do?

"It's extremely opposite." The little man nodded repeatedly and said, "That's the reason. You should persuade your general that the emperor's father is a good emperor. It's much better to obey our Qing Dynasty than the mediocre emperor."

Zhuobufan shook his head helplessly and said, "I dare not persuade him. Last time he tried his best to stop him, the general was still angry with me. Besides, we can't talk about this kind of thing as soldiers."

The little Tatar was also quite depressed when he heard the words. After thinking for a long time, there was nothing he could do. He sighed and asked again, "That, Zhuo Er, you, you..." Zhuo Fan looked at the little Tatar, whose face suddenly turned red, and his heart moved and secretly said that the serious thing came. Ha ha, sure enough, even if it was beard was pulled. The yellow and thin face still can't stop my romantic style. Seeing that another romantic story is about to be born.

The little sartus actually twisted up, entangled the handkerchief in his hand, and asked in a mosquito-like voice, "You, what's the name of your companion?"

Zhuo was stunned and wondered, "Companion? What kind of companion?"

"That's the one who is with you, the one who is shorter than you and looks much more handsome than you." In a hurry, the little Taran can't be ashamed.

Suddenly, Zhuo Fan's face was extremely wonderful. I don't know whether it was bitter or smiling. He didn't say "one, one" several times. Finally, in the eyes of the little Tatar with endless expectations, Zhuo Fan bit his tongue and said, "I, Yi Zhongtian, his name is Yi Zhongtian."

"Yi Zhongtian, what a handsome name." Little Tazi finally knew the other party's name. He was very happy and didn't know where he flew to. After being a nymphomaniac for a long time, he suddenly took out a letter from his arms and quickly stuffed it into Zhuo Feifan's hand and whispered, "You, give this to him." After saying that, his face was as red as an apple. He turned around and left as if to escape, leaving Zhuo Fan standing under the eaves.

At this time, a flower was holding the tea. Seeing the little Tatar's back, she was stunned and handed the tea to Zhuo Fan and asked doubtfully, "Isn't this the little Tatar? What is she doing here?"

Zhuo Fan looked at a flower in a blankly and suddenly gritted his teeth and sighed, "Wang, I have never failed in love. Today, I didn't expect to fall at home. Beauty is a disaster. God is jealous of talents!"

"Uh..., extraordinary, what's wrong with you, how can you talk nonsense?" With that, a flower reached out to test Zhuo's forehead, but it was stuffed with a letter by Zhuo extraordinary, but in his ears, Zhuo extraordinary sighed, "Take a good look, the sky is with you. I ordered you to pick up girls. I can't engage in military law. God is jealous of talents. God is jealous of talents.

In a blink of an eye, Hong Chengchou went on a hunger strike for the fifth day. On this time, Dorge and others finally couldn't sit still. On this day, he ordered Fan Wencheng, the minister of the Ministry of Li, to come to persuade him in person.

At this time, Hong Chengchou was already listless. Seeing that Fan Wencheng, a senior official of the Han people, was furious and scolded, and Fan Wencheng was not annoyed, but he couldn't drive away. When Hong Chengchou sat down weakly, he sat down and talked with him without mentioning the word "return". At this time, I saw a piece of dry mud falling on the beam and falling in front of Hong Chengchou's Hanfu robe. Hong Chengchou stretched out his hand and carefully bounced away the mud and carefully patted the contaminated soil. Seeing this scene, Fan Wencheng was silent and quickly got up to leave.

Then, Fan Wencheng returned to the front hall and said confidently when he saw the waiting Dorge: "The prince doesn't have to worry. Hong Chengchou will not die. He cherishes a dilapidated robe so much. How can he not cherish his life?" Hearing this, Dorgon returned to the emperor Taiji. At present, he even treated Hong Chengchou carefully and sent more than a dozen carefully selected beauties of all races. Although Hong Chengchou still did not stop hunger strike, he did not take these a dozen beauties. The woman drove out.

At night, the quadrangle courtyard ignited an oil basin, and a candlelight was lit in the room. More than a dozen beautiful women were waiting around, while Hong Chengchou nestled in the Taishi chair and still did not eat or drink.

I don't know when all the maids and servants in the room disappeared. Hong Chengchou, who was already dizzy with hunger, suddenly smelled a fragrance. It was a woman's fragrance. He couldn't help opening his confused eyes and saw a graceful figure appear in front of him.