The long sword stabbed Huang Zongxi's wrist, and blood immediately burst out. Huang Zongxi was in pain and screamed with a "Ouch".

But the paper had turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

"Tartar dog, bah!"

Huang Zongxi's eyes were filled with fire, and he cursed, spitting phlegm at Feng Qingjun's face, and then he ran his chest against the tip of the sword without hesitation!

Feng Qingjun has such good light skills, how could he be hit by a mouthful of phlegm? He just sided his body gently and avoided it. When Huang Zongxi hit the tip of his sword, he hurriedly withdrew his sword, stretched out his left hand and tapped Huang Zongxi's acupoint. Huang Zongxi immediately rushed to the chair.

"Tartar dog! Kill me!"

Huang Zongxi did not scold the dogs, but instead scolded the Tartars. It was obvious that Feng Qingjun was originally a Han Chinese, but he was committed to his slaves. This was to scold him for forgetting his ancestors.

In his opinion, this is already a very heavy slander. No one with blood will want to hear such swearing.

"I want to die? It's not that easy!"

Feng Qingjun didn't realize it, and cut off a tent with a sword and bandaged Huang Zongxi's wound.

"If you call me a dog, I am a dog. Are you not a dog? You are also the emperor's dog. Whoever you ask you to bite you will have to bite you! In this world, except for the emperor, there are all dogs. No one of us brothers can say to each other." Feng Qingjun retorted.

"Even if it is a dog, I, Huang, is the dog of the Han emperor. I have never forgotten who my ancestors are. Are you not ashamed of being a dog of Tartars?"

"Old Huang, are you stupid in studying? Have you ever seen a dog feel ashamed? If a dog feels ashamed and eats your shit, can you scold it to death?"

"you!"

Feng Qingjun didn't care about being scolded as a dog at all. He said a few vulgar words and blocked Huang Zongxi in an instant.

"Okay, Lao Huang, don't scold me. Everyone has their own way of living, but you live a noble life, and I live a vulgar life. You look down on me when I look down on me when I look down on me, but do you know that we vulgar people, don't even look down on you scholars?"

Feng Qingjun's words really make sense, and Huang Zongxi really didn't expect a good speech for a while.

"Where are me, everyone scolds me, but I still live a free and easy life, playing whatever I want, and eating whatever I want. And those who scold me, I don't know how many of them died at this time."

"Old Huang, don't glare at me, you, I don't understand me, you don't understand either!"

Feng Qingjun's words were full of misunderstandings, which left Huang Zongxi speechless. He understood that talking about loyalty, filial piety and righteousness to such people was simply playing the piano to a cow.

"Old Huang, if you tell me my identity, I should send you to the King of Hell. However, as long as you promise me something, I will spare you. How about it?" Feng Qingjun asked.

Huang Zongxi did not answer.

"Actually, is the piece of paper you burned useful? The reason I just stabbed you was because you lied to me. What I hate most in my life is being deceived. I missed back then..." Speaking of this, Feng Qingjun saw Huang Zongxi closing his eyes and waiting for death, and felt that these things were useless.

"Forget it, why are you doing these words? I asked you to do something, you listen first. If you can, you nod. If you can't, you can continue to pretend to be dead." Feng Qingjun said.

"Do you know who wrote the words on that piece of paper? It's your emperor, Emperor Yongli Zhu Youlang."

When Huang Zongxi heard this, he opened his eyes.

"Don't believe it, it's really he wrote it. There are about a dozen manuscripts. As for me, I only grabbed one, and I was discovered by his guards. His manuscript was written for a Zhuang girl named Dai Yilan. You may have heard about Dai Yilan. The two of them have a lot of affection and affection. Yongli wanted to give Dai Yilan the concubine, but first, the ministers in the court opposed it, and secondly, Dai Yilan's mother also disagreed, so their marriage was

It's just a temporary waste. I want me to say, your emperor is really not a thing, what do you care about others? Isn't it okay to just issue an order to enthrone? But he looked back and thought too much, and now it made Dai Yilan suffer. Dai Yilan had no choice but to return to Xunzhou to recruit soldiers and form a mountain camp to help Zhu Youlang fight against the Qing Dynasty. Zhu Youlang is also a talented person, so he wrote the summary of mountain combat and wanted to give it to Dai Yilan and let her train as she did."

Hearing this, Huang Zongxi asked, "What does this have to do with you? Don't you want to snatch this mountain battle summary so that you can give it to the Tartar Emperor for credit?"

"Hahaha... Lao Huang, you scholars are so pretentious. How many troops did the Ming Dynasty have? It's not an exaggeration to say that millions are? How many Qing soldiers are there? The Eight Banners soldiers are less than 60,000, plus the Mongolian Eight Banners and Han Eight Banners, there are less than 200,000. But as a result, a million troops can't defeat only tens of thousands. Now, the Qing army has reached Hunan, Jiangxi and Fujian. Your Yongli Dynasty will only last for half a year at most. What kind of resistance to the Qing soldiers? Just because of that mountain camp? Isn't it the same as a child?"

Huang Zongxi didn't want to pay attention to him, but this was related to the court's dignity. He had to say a few words: "Don't brag about your master. It's true that the Ming Dynasty has been defeated again and again, but the root is not in the army, the Han people are not united, and some Han people have no backbone to recognize the thief as their fathers. How powerful is Li Chengdong? He led 20,000 Tartars to invade Guangzhou. As a result, the emperor beat him up with less than 5,000 township soldiers. In the battle of Nanhegang, if he hadn't surrendered quickly, he would have been almost

The entire army was destroyed. Now the emperor has reformed the bad policies internally, strengthened the army outside, and united the Han people, and the good days of the Tartars will not last long. If you don’t believe it, wait and see. In a few years, you will definitely drive the Tartars back to your hometown. Feng, you have to know, how many Han people are there? There are only 20 million people, and how many Tartars are there, including men, women, young and old. Is there 300,000? This number of people is thrown into the Han people, just like sprinkling sesame and salt. As long as the Han people unite and drive the Tartars back to their hometown, it will be like playing."

"You are stubborn, I can't tell you. I'll ask you to help Dai Yilan train the mountain camp. Will you do it?" Feng Qingjun couldn't tell Huang Zongxi, so he had to turn the topic to the main topic.

"Help Miss Dai train the mountain camp and then fight the Tartars?"

"Anyway, I can't beat it, so I'll just let the children play."

"You are such a kind heart? You are a Tartar dog, how can you help us Han people do things?"

"Don't bark like Tartars! Do you understand these two things? If you have good people in the Ming Dynasty, then Dai Yilan and her family of three are there. I want to help her."

"Why?"

"Because I am her elder. I can't bear to watch her fail to do anything and become a concubine. Although I don't have any good feelings for Zhu Youlang, Dai Yilan is sad, so I can't ignore it."

"Yoho, this is amazing. Dogs don't bite people?"

"Don't let's do it, just ask if you can do it?"
Chapter completed!