Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 503 The Face of a Shameless Gentleman (Chapter 22)
Liu Fangliang led the main force of the First Corps of the Third Army of the Guards into Weihuifu City.

At this time, he also noticed Gong Zhaolu standing on the only city wall that hadn't been knocked down.

Because Gong Zhaolu was so cold up there at this time, he had no choice but to stand up and look at the distance in a very arrogant posture while reading "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

"The beachhead of panic talks about fear, and sighs alone in the ocean. Who has never died in life since ancient times? Keep your loyalty to reflect the history."

Gong Zhaolu read it very sadly. He hoped that the seemingly gentle general below could notice him, notice that he was a gentleman loyal to the Qing Dynasty, and choose to appease him because of his loyalty. , and I can be saved from the city wall by these Ming soldiers with dignity, and I can even survive, maybe I can fool around a few words, plus some money, food and beautiful women, maybe I can get a job as an official.

"It's a pity that my palace is not able to win the laurels in the Toad Palace, and I will face the ruin of the country and family. Your Majesty, my Majesty the Qing Dynasty!"

After Gong Zhaolu read the poem, he shouted again, and secretly glanced at the Ming army entering the city below.

The well-mannered military general is Sima Zhong, whose name is Demao, the governor of the First Corps of the Third Army of the Ming Dynasty Guards, and a member of Wang Xuemen. So he also laughed, and said to Liu Fangliang: "Go and see."

Liu Fang nodded.

Therefore, Sima Zhong rode over and came over: "I am the censor of Youqiandu and the governor of the First Corps of the Third Army of the Ming Dynasty. Who are you?"

"Brother, don't persuade me. Although you and I are both disciples of Confucius and Mencius, scholars who have read the holy books, you and I are our own masters. Gong admires your kindness, but Gong has decided to go on a hunger strike to observe the festival. , don’t persuade me, and don’t find someone to save me!”

As Gong Zhaolu spoke, he began to read a poem again: "I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see those who come later; when I read about the length of the world, I feel sad and weep; Great Qing, great Qing!"

"I didn't say I would persuade you, nor did I say I would save you. Since you want to go on a hunger strike, go on a hunger strike. You're just a cynic!"

While Sima Zhong was talking, Bi Fuguang, an officer of the Guards under his command who had just been shot in Henan Jieyuan, couldn't help asking:

"Futai, do you need to kill him with a single shot? I don't like this kind of person who thinks that he is worthy of praise. When the Tartars went south, why didn't he be loyal to Ming Dynasty? My father is just a countryman Even if he jumped into a well and died, what kind of loyalty is he here!"

"There is no need to shoot him to death with a gun, a bullet is wasted, and a bullet is also money."

As Sima Zhong said that, he smiled and glanced at Gong Zhaolu.

"Why don't you let the artillery kill him?" Bi Fuguang is not used to Gong Zhaolu's pretentious person, so now he can't wait for Gong Zhaolu to die, especially when he thinks that his father was forced by a scholar who shaved his hair in order not to shave his hair. He was even more annoyed at these hypocritical scholars when he died.

"A cannonball is worth more. Since he wants to go on a hunger strike, let him go on a hunger strike and die on it. When he dies, the crows will take his flesh."

While Sima Zhong was speaking, Liu Fangliang came over at some point:
"I know this man well. At first, he wanted to join Laozi and said he would help me destroy Ming Dynasty, but now he wants to observe the festival for Qing Dynasty. Bi Fuguang, bring a few people and watch here to see when he will go on hunger strike. Didn’t the newspapers in Nanjing say that people starve for seven days before dying, let’s see how many days he can starve.”

After Liu Fangliang said that, he left with Sima Zhong and others.

But Bi Fuguang became interested when he heard what Liu Fangliang said, and stayed aside to see how long Gong Zhaolu would last.

Gong Zhaolu couldn't help shrinking his neck, pursed his dry lips, and touched his growling stomach, but then straightened his posture again, thinking that he couldn't show his timidity, they would definitely look back at him, it must be testing myself on purpose.

But what Gong Zhaolu didn't expect was that Liu Fangliang and Sima Zhong, the two generals of the Ming army, didn't come back after leaving. Only a low-level military officer sat down and looked at him.

"Don't go, isn't that person just now the Yushi of Youqiandu? It is logical that he should cherish his talent, why did he leave!"

Gong Zhaolu shouted in his heart, when a gust of cold wind blew, he couldn't help shivering again, and couldn't help but miss his concubine's warm chest like a cloud.

Seeing that only Bi Fuguang, a military attache of the Ming army, was here, and there was no one else, he couldn't help shouting to Bi Fuguang with a shy smile:

"Hey, hello, brother, I see that your heavenly court is full of land, and you will be a prince and general in the future, but you are still a nobleman short of your destiny."

"Great man? Really, tell me, what more noble man do I need?"

Bi Fuguang didn't expect this person to strike up a conversation with him, so he asked, and a cook from the guards brought Bi Fuguang's dinner: "Lieutenant Bi, this is your dinner, it's a little simpler during the march. "

"It's okay, thank you for your hard work, brothers in the cooking class," Bi Fuguang said, and then he picked up a piece of stewed ribs and gnawed on them, and looked at Gong Zhaolu while gnawing.

Gong Zhaolu's eyes were straightened, he swallowed, his stomach growled even louder, he couldn't help pursing his lips:
"You are destined to be short of a military adviser. You are destined to be a general, but you are still short of a military adviser like Zhuge Liang. Gong is not talented, but he knows astronomy and geography. He is known as the Seven Sons of Wei Hui. He can help you succeed .”

"You say you know astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom, so I will test you. Do you know the boiling point of water?"

When Bi Fuguang asked such a question, Gong Zhaolu was full of question marks, but he also deliberately pretended:

"I'm a little hungry, give me something to eat, and I'll tell you."

"Didn't you want to go on a hunger strike? Why do you still want to eat it? What is the standard of my food? It is only used by officials of the sixth rank, so you can use it too?" When Bi Fuguang said this, Gong Zhaolu didn't agree When mentioning his own hunger strike, he only argued: "You are also a sixth-rank military officer, and I am a member of the Qing Dynasty!"

"I'm sorry, I'm also a Juren, and I'm Xie Yuan. I know all the stereotyped essays you know. Before I joined the army, I lived in poverty for six years. Although I can't match the knowledge of my mentor, I'm not worse than you, Wei Hui's seven sons."

Bi Fuguang couldn't help himself laughing when he said that.

"Looking at your gentle and sweeping demeanor in the company of warriors, I'm afraid you're just an old boy from the countryside. What Jieyuan, you're just Jieyuan from the half province of Henan, and you're just a little more literate than a group of warriors."

Gong Zhaolu said proudly.

"Master Chen Renzhong (Chen Zilong)! However, I don't want to talk nonsense with you. Go on a hunger strike slowly and tell me when you ate your last meal. This will make the experiment more accurate."

When Bi Fuguang said this, Gong Zhaolu was surprised that this guy was actually Chen Zilong's student, and was also afraid that this guy would really starve himself to death, so he couldn't help but smile:

"It turned out to be a high-ranking disciple of Mr. Renzhong. I disrespected and disrespected me. I suddenly figured it out. The Qing Dynasty has no way. Maybe it is the act of a gentleman to obey the will of heaven. Therefore, the hunger strike can be abolished. I hope this brother will help you." I will help you, and I am willing to be your assistant."

(End of this chapter)