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- "Alas, I have obviously achieved great achievements, but I still feel so aggrieved." Fang Fengshi couldn't help but feel deeply resentful.
He was the same year as Gao Gong and a fellow countryman of Zhang Juzheng. If Wang Chonggu mainly represents the interests of the Shanxi Gang, he is the spokesperson of the two husbands in Xuanda University. I originally thought that I could go to Beijing and be a minister of the Ministry of War based on my contribution to the tribute, but looking at the wind direction in the capital from a distance, when I go back, I can only be sprayed with all my skin, and I feel naturally aggrieved.
"Isn't this what the world is like today? You can be famous all over the world by sitting with your arms folded and boasting. Whenever you do something, you will be scolded. The more you do, the louder the scolding will be, and you will get used to it." Wang Chonggu said with deep sympathy. : "Look at how many things my nephew did secretly for this tribute? It can be said that he took great credit! But they found a crime and dismissed him."
"Alas, we can only say that 'it is only the Spring and Autumn period that knows that I have sinned against myself'. I will leave it to the history of history to comment." Fang Feng sighed with a smile and said with a smile: "At least we can sleep peacefully in the future. That is enough for now."
"Okay, that's a good mentality." Wang Chonggu smiled and nodded: "Let someone send that 'what rubbish' back so that I can withdraw my troops quickly."
"It's Han Naji." Fang Fengshi reminded him with a smile.
Hundreds of thousands of people took refuge in Datong City, and the pressure on the government was too great. The right thing to do was to send the god of plague away quickly and everyone go back to their homes.
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Who knows, Lu Guang came to report the next day that Han Naji didn¡¯t want to go back.
"Why?" Governor Wang was writing a letter to comfort his beloved nephew Xiaowei. He put down his pen after hearing this.
"He said the air in Datong City is sweet, so he doesn't want to go back to the grassland that smells like horse manure." Green Lantern said helplessly.
"Isn't this nonsense?" Wang Chonggu laughed and scolded: "I won't compare him to anything else, but to the air? There are hundreds of thousands of refugees in Datong City, and the streets are full of stench. Can it be compared to the fresh air of the grassland?"
"In the past few months, he has been living in the big house given to him by the military constitution and has never left the house." Lu Guang said with a bitter smile: "Maybe it's the smell of powder in the house, which is sweeter."
"Then he just covets women." Wang Chonggu said very wisely: "Just give him ten or eight Datong aunts and go back to the grassland with him."
"Of course this villain has thought of it." Lu Guang shook his head and said: "But he said that women are only one aspect, and the Ming Dynasty's mansions, delicacies, and opera culture have all been imprinted in his soul. So he is now a spiritual Ming Dynasty People cannot live without their motherland."
"Bah, he deserves it!" Wang Chonggu spat angrily: "Tell him, I will ask his grandfather to give him Bansheng City to live in. All the people living there are Han people, and it can be used as his spiritual home. Right? Give him whatever enjoyment he wants, just get out of here!"
"It should be almost done now right?" Lu Guang said a little uncertainly: "But that kid is very good at it. He is sure that he wants to be a Ming Dynasty man. He also gave himself a Chinese name of 'Zhong Daming', who Do you know if you can convince him?"
"Forget it, you'd better bring him here. I'll hold a banquet to see him off." Wang Chonggu had no choice but to go into battle in person.
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The night is dark, and the silk and bamboo are lingering.
The back hall of Xuanda Governor's Mansion was brightly lit, Wang Chonggu was entertaining Zhong Daming, and a dancer with plump breasts and fat buttocks was dancing.
In the past few months, Zhong Daming, that is, Han Naji has stayed at home, and his skin has become much whiter and less rough. It's just that the enthusiastic Datong mother-in-law didn't seem to take good care of him. She lost weight several times and her cheeks were sunken. From a powerful young man who shoots eagles, he turned into a weak and thin man like a scholar.
Wearing a well-tailored purple-red round collar with dark flowers, her hair was tied high and covered with a net scarf, and her every move echoed the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty. He looked like a Ming Dynasty prince, and there was no trace of the Tatars at all.
Seeing him like this, Wang Chonggu was very satisfied. He felt that this guy was not bragging when he claimed to be 'smart'. Indeed, his degree of assimilation was already very high.
But the more this happens, the more he has to be sent back to Anda. What¡¯s the use of staying here? The most indispensable thing in Datong is Daming people, and they are original.
Thinking of this, Wang Chonggu persuaded the green young man more and more kindly: "Da Ming, you regard yourself as a Daming person, which is very good. It is human nature to be willing to stay in Daming but not to go back. However, Daming is the most important thing to me. The most important thing is filial piety. The so-called 'parents in the world', by extension, naturally means grandparents. If you cut off the relationship with your grandfather, wouldn't it violate filial piety? That is not a Ming Dynasty person, at least not a true of Ming Dynasty."
"Yes" Han Naji's heart tightened. He didn't expect that he was still far away from the real Ming people.interest! "
"My eldest nephew, what's the point of those slanderous literati stuff?" His uncle Huang Taiji couldn't help but said: "It's not as happy as you think."
"You can't imagine the happiness here." Han Naji looked like a country bumpkin and didn't explain much. He smiled faintly and returned to the big carriage given to him by Wang Chonggu.
In the carriage, there are eight beautiful purple Datong aunts sitting there, playing piano, playing chess, writing, and painting, poetry, wine, tea, flowers
As soon as Hannaji got into the car, he was submerged in the array of makeup and powder. It¡¯s so happy that it feels like a fairy!
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"This kid's head is broken." Huang Taiji helped his old father get on the horse, curled his lips towards the heavily covered carriage and said, "I don't want any of Huahua Slave's charming little goblin."
After saying that, he smiled shyly at me and said, "Abu, why don't you give me a reward?"
"Dream, I didn't steal your wife." I replied directly extinguished his fantasy. He had paid a huge price to get that Hua Hua slave through the Wala Department. How could it be wasted in vain?
"Then you still want to keep it for yourself?" Huang Taiji said to his heart that's okay, it will be mine sooner or later anyway.
"No." Anda shook his head and said, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so we can't pay tribute casually for the first time. I'm worried about what to pay tribute to I heard that the Ming Emperor had no other good intentions and only loved women, so Su He is nicknamed 'Little Bee'. Then give him the flower slave, the little bee picks the flowers, which is a perfect match. If Huahua can be favored in the future, there will be someone in the capital who can speak for us. "
"Alas." Huang Taiji was depressed. Now he couldn't even drink the soup.
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