Zhou Zheng didn't know whether Huang Weihuai really had old friends in Shenyang, or the court or Yuan Chonghuan had someone in Shenyang.
He didn't ask too much. After eating, he read a book for a while, washed and prepared to rest.
The sky was already dark, Huang Weihuai still did not come back.
I don't know how long it took, and there were footsteps outside Zhou Zheng's door. Huang Weihuai came back drunk and looked at the two guards and said, "Zhou Zhengyun didn't go out, right?"
One of the guards hurriedly whispered: "Don't worry, your lord, we are watching."
"I'm asking you, has he ever gone out?" Huang Weihuai's voice was louder and his expression was serious. Obviously, he didn't think that these two guards could live in Zhou Zheng.
"No, no, I didn't even show the door." The other quickly replied. Huang Weihuai, the envoy, still has a lot of power, not to mention anything else, the lawsuit will be accurate once he goes back to sue them.
Huang Weihuai took a look at the two, and then left with satisfaction.
Zhou Zheng slept in a daze, after listening to the outline, he didn't bother to care, and continued to sleep.
Early the next morning, Zhou Zheng was woken up, washed, and after breakfast. He thought he was going out of the city to visit Nurhachi’s grave, but he didn’t expect that Jianlu changed his mind, not allowing Huang Weihuai, Zhou Zheng to wait out of the city, but In the city, the ancestral temple of the captives was built to worship Nurhachi.
The so-called ancestral temple is modeled on the ancestral temple of the Han people, which enshrines the ancestors of the Aixinjueluo family, including the just-dead Nurhachi.
Moreover, the Jianluites are not allowed to go too many people, only Huang Weihuai and Zhou Zheng are allowed.
Huang Weihuai didn't know why, but he seemed to be in a good mood today. He glanced at the prisoner with bright armor and a long sword around his waist, and whispered to Zhou Zheng: "If it goes well, we can go today. Don't cause trouble."
Zhou Zheng raised his brows slightly, with a bad feeling, and said, "Did you go to see Huang Taiji yesterday?"
Huang Weihuai didn't answer, but threatened: "You should know that you have offended Jianlu Ren. If you don't want to die, don't say anything."
Zhou Zheng took a deep breath, and his hunch came true. Judging from Huang Weihuai's expression, it should have been some promises from Huang Taiji, some promises that made Huang Weihuai, or Yuan Chonghuan, relieved and happy.
It's the kind of promise Yuan Chonghuan wanted!
However, this promise is 100% a scam and a strategic misleading. When Yuan Chonghuan reacts, the trend must be over!
Zhou remained calm and ignored Huang Weihuai's threat. He had a plan in his heart, and he didn't panic.
Huang Weihuai felt even better seeing Zhou Zheng not speaking.
The prisoners on both sides were'escorting' Zhou Zheng and Huang Weihuai. It didn't take long for them to come to the city of Shenyang to build the ancestral temple of the prisoners.
This ancestral temple was modeled after the Han people, and the style is very similar, but the scale is very small and the style is somewhat nondescript, which looks rather shabby.
Huang Weihuai and Zhou Zheng entered this ancestral temple, and went directly to the spiritual seat, looking at the spiritual tokens, both of them were expressionless, with a trace of respect.
This time to offer condolences is just a pretense. Huang Weihuai looked around and said in a low voice with Zhou Zheng, "Stand by, don't do extra things."
Zhou Zheng said in a low voice, Nurhachi is the object of the Daming Shilin hatred. If they worship, even if they have a little name, they will not know how many people will be the target after returning to Beijing.
The two of them just stood there and turned around after a while.
Suddenly a sturdy man came in and blocked Zhou Zheng. He said in broken Chinese, "You guys, kneel and kowtow!"
Naturally, it was not for Zhou Zheng and Huang Weihuai to kowtow to him, but to Nurhachi's spiritual position.
Huang Weihuai's expression remained unchanged, and said: "We Chinese kneel to the heavens and knees to our parents. We never kneel to other people."
The sturdy man in front of him was startled, and seemed to be struggling to understand this sentence. After a while, he drew his sword and said coldly: "If you don't kneel, you will die here!"
Huang Weihuai raised his eyelids and looked at him directly: "I only saw you sweating profusely yesterday, so I can't stop it!"
"you!"
The big man's face was pale, his nostrils sprayed white, and he said angrily: "Either kneel or I will break your leg!"
Huang Weihuai's eyes were wary, he didn't speak, and Yu Guang looked at Zhou Zheng.
Zhou Zheng saw it, raised his head to the big man, and said lightly: "You can still stand up after interrupting, you can just cut it off."
Kneeling is impossible. If you have the ability, you can really cut off my legs!
The big man turned to Zhou Zheng, his eyes flashing with annoyance, and the long knife in his hand trembled slightly, about to move.
He listened to Zhou Zheng's words and suddenly shouted and groaned.
Immediately, six or seven people came out of the mourning hall, standing at the door, staring at Zhou Zheng and Huang Weihuai with a fierce look.
Huang Weihuai's scalp is tight, he is not afraid of death, and he is not afraid of breaking his leg, but if he kneels to Nurhachi with the broken leg, it is a shame and he cannot accept it!
He didn't know anything, so he could only continue to look at Zhou Zheng.
Zhou Zheng glanced at the Jianlu guards, bent over and rolled up his pants, and drew to the big man: "This is the knee. It is more difficult to cut the knife from the front. Here, see? After all, the bones are brittle and can be cut off with a single knife. You have to kneel if you don’t kneel, come on..."
The big man looked at Zhou Zheng's smooth calf when he rolled up his trouser legs, his expression becoming more ugly, his eyes sullen. His chest rises and falls, his anger keeps accumulating, and the white gas squirting from his nose grows longer and longer.
Naturally, he didn't really want to chop Zhou Zheng and Huang Weihuai's legs. He was ordered to dismount the horse, so that the so-called "Qin Envoys" of the Ming Dynasty would know how powerful they were in the Great Golden Kingdom!
But these two wise men did not know whether they lived or died, and they even dared to arouse him!
It's just looking for death!
The big man is Huang Taiji's son-in-law. He evaluated the cost of cutting off the two in his heart, and slowly raised his hand.
Huang Weihuai couldn't help shaking his body, he turned his head, his expression was solemn, and his eyes looked at Zhou Zheng with fear.
Zhou Zheng was still bent over, rolled up another leg, and said, "Cut it down, it's best to be symmetrical, otherwise it's not good-looking. If you kneel for one long and one short, your ancestors are not happy to see it? The knives in your hands are not sharp enough. When cutting, you must be quick and accurate, so that the incisions are neat, and I won't be so painful..."
The big man's face was green, gritted his teeth, waved his hand violently, and said something in a whisper.
The six guards rushed in immediately, and at the same time they were drawing their swords, they were about to greet Zhou Zheng and Huang Weihuai.
Huang Weihuai's expression changed drastically, and he felt even more hateful in his heart. He shouldn't expect Zhou Zheng to have no hair on his mouth and not to do things well!
At the same time, my heart flew around, how to deal with the situation in front of me.
They can't really be chopped off their legs and kneel in front of the Nurhachi spiritual position, otherwise they will definitely become a joke forever!
Zhou Zheng was not afraid, calmly, still gesturing, telling this big man how to chop.
Just when the six guards were about to arrive in front of Zhou Zheng, a cold drink came from outside.
The six bodyguards stiffened, even if it was Huang Taiji's son-in-law, the sturdy man changed his expression slightly and turned his head to look outside the door. (End of this chapter)