In Qiantunwei, Guangning, the entire small town shows unusually quiet at night.

An abandoned gangster's mansion in the city was closely guarded by a large number of soldiers from the Manchurian Zhenghuang Banner.

Hong Chengchou lay motionless on the bed of light, his eyes were empty, and there was no trace of blood on his face. He endured the torture of hunger and thirst, and he only went on a hunger and wanted to die quickly.

He looked at the bare beam and sighed. He, the governor of Ji Liao, and the pillar of the country, eventually became a governor of the bare hands and a prisoner under the ranks.

Hong Chengchou slowly closed his eyes, not wanting to think about anything anymore, but just waited quietly to starve to death.

With a creaking sound, the door was opened, and a figure seemed to step in from the light.

"Don't be clamoring anymore. If you want to kill or cut, you will be the only one who wants to be killed and cut!"

Hong Chengchou closed his eyes, snorted coldly, turned over and faced the wall, and thought to himself: Slave Chief Dorgon, I am a thief, I don’t know who to send to persuade me to surrender this time...

The visitor didn't say anything, first closed the door, then slowly lit the candle, and was busy with something.

Hong Chengchou remained motionless. Judging from the sound, there was only one person, as if he was preparing bowls and chopsticks.

"Sir, have something to eat!"

A woman's voice? Still speaking Chinese?

Hong Chengchou was confused, and gradually a strange fragrance came. He sniffed hard in secret, feeling a slight ease all over his body.

He opened his eyes and slowly turned around, but was surprised to find a graceful and graceful figure standing beside him. With the faint candlelight, Hong Chengchou looked up and found that he was a pretty... Village girl?

Incredible! How could such a graceful figure float in my cell? Could it be that I, Lao Hong, got hallucinated by starvation? Or maybe I was overly thinking about the hallucinations that women thought of?

Thinking of this, Hong Chengchou secretly pinched his thigh with his right hand, and it hurts!

I feel that this is not a dream!

Hong Chengchou looked at the figure seriously again. Her style was so beautiful. Even if she was wearing a coarse cloth, she could not hide her inner beauty. The whole room seemed to have suddenly become bright because of her appearance.

Hong Chengchou was very picky about women throughout his life, but this was the first time he met such a unique woman, which made him faintly recall his experience when he was a teenager and that ignorant feeling that had been buried in his heart for many years...

He wanted to get up very much, but because he had been hungry for a few days, it was very difficult to get up, so he just lay there.

"Mr. Hong, let's drink some ginseng soup first..."

The woman smiled with her eyes in her eyes, and she spoke as she walked forward with ginseng soup in her hand.

The two approached, and Hong Chengchou saw that the woman had white and clean skin, clean skin, moist and shiny hair, and her face was flushed, as if she had just left the bath...

He said intimately, "What a pity, it's a Tartar woman. If she is asked to put on a dress of smooth silk, she can sell it for a good price even if it is placed on the Qinhuai River in Nanjing..."

Hong Chengchou stared at him and said, "What's your name?"

"My maid's name is Da Yu'er."

"Da Yu'er, this name is a good one, it's a Han name."

Hong Chengchou sighed in his heart, closed his eyes again, and slowly said, "Go back and tell Dorgon not to use beauty tricks. This trick is not easy to use, so let's change some tricks."

Da Yuer smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Hong is joking. My maid is so ugly that she dares not use beauty tricks on her, which is a damn thing."

Hong Chengchou did not open his eyes or make trouble, but he thought to himself: "This look is fine..."

To Mr. Hong, who seemed blind and pretended to be serious, Da Yuer had a bleak eyebrows and a little resentful expression, and said, "Mr. Hong is both civil and military, has extraordinary strategies. He is a rare talent and a kind person with integrity. He admires him very much."

Everyone likes to listen to flattery, especially the beauty flatters. Hong Chengchou also feels very useful, but he still doesn't respond and pretends to be serious and unyielding.

Da Yu'er sighed: "What a pity, the emperor is ruthless. Knowing that the sir is unwilling to submit to my Qing Dynasty, he sent his maid to bring a glass of poisoned wine..."

What? Poisonous wine?

Hong Chengchou was shocked. Dorgon really wanted to kill me. Didn’t he talk and laugh before? Why did he suddenly...

"The most cruel emperor's heart!" Hong Chengchou's heart was cold. He got up with difficulty, took the poisonous wine with some hesitation, and watched it for a long time.

Just as he was determined to drink it all, Da Yuer suddenly said, "Sir, wait!"

Hong Chengchou stopped in the air with his wine glass holding his hand and said coldly: "Dorgon has anything to tell me?"

Da Yu'er shook her head gently, with infinite pity in her beautiful big eyes, and even her voice became soft: "I heard that Mr. Husband still has an old mother who is over 60 years old. If you leave, who will respect him?"

"What do you think of your wife in your boudoir and your beautiful concubine in your side room? Are you willing to let them stay alone in the empty boudoir?"

After hearing this, Hong Chengchou was extremely sad and suddenly said, "Go back and tell Dorgon that I am a defeated general on the battlefield. I thank him for his success!"

After saying that, he did not hesitate anymore and killed it in a slight manner. Then he loosened his fingers and fell to the ground, breaking into countless pieces.

A little surprise flashed in Da Yu'er's eyes and thought to herself that this old man is heartless enough! Very good!

She thought something, suddenly changed her resentful eyes and said, "Sir, heroic spirit, I admire you very much. Let me accompany you for the last journey..."

She took out three dishes and a jade pot from the niche, brought them to Hong Chengchou, and sighed, "Sir has not eaten for several days and is weak. This is the meal made by my maid. Please go on your way after you have enough..."

Hong Chengchou was silent for a long time, but he didn't expect that the one who accompanied him through the last part of his life was a Tartar maid!

Although this maid is in a state of mind, she is pretty and charming, fair-skinned and beautiful, making people want to be pity...

As the saying goes, it is better to die than to be a starving ghost. When he felt a wave of heat coming from his lower abdomen, Hong Chengchou knew that the poisonous wine should be about to occur. He forced himself to sit up straight, no longer resisted, took the bowl and started digging, as if he was racing against time with his life.

Seeing that he was eager to eat, Da Yuer smiled and picked up the jade pot, poured the teacup, handed it over and said, "Sir, please wait, this is Tieguanyin from Fujian, please taste it."

"Tieguanyin? Do you still know tea?"

Hong Chengchou was surprised. Didn’t the Tartars learn to drink horse milk from the Mongolians? When did they know how to drink tea?

Da Yuer smiled and said, "Sir, underestimate me. My maid can make better tea, such as Maojian from Huangshan, Tieguanyin from Fujian, jasmine tea, and Chaozhou kung fu tea..."

After hearing her talk quietly, Hong Chengchou felt a little unbelievable. He picked up Tieguanyin and tasted it slowly. He was shocked and looked at the big jade in front of him with admiration.
Chapter completed!