: Take Yourself Humiliation

The retreat of the Jin army did not make the defenders of Ningyuan City relax. They knew very well that this time the Jin people just retreated and would not give up. So except for some people who renovated the city, other soldiers were still stationed at all times to prevent the Jin army from suddenly killing one of them. As for Tang Feng and others who had not had a good rest for several days, they were advised by their generals to go back to their residence to rest first.

After sleeping for nearly seven hours, Tang Feng slowly woke up. During this period of time, the war was stalemate, and he didn't dare to completely calm down even if he rested, so this time he really tired him. After a beautiful sleep, he felt refreshed and could handle it calmly regardless of the situation next time. However, when he saw that he was standing outside as if he had entered the room, his brows frowned: "Solve the doubts, why don't you go to rest?"

Seeing Tang Feng come out, he smiled slightly: "Young Master, I usually only slept for two hours a day, so I had already rested." After hearing what he said, Tang Feng couldn't say anything anymore, but just smiled helplessly at him: "I know you are very skilled in martial arts, but you still have to pay attention to your health."

Just as the two were chatting, a personal soldier suddenly walked in from outside and asked without looking at the situation inside: "Brother Jie, has Lord Tang woken up?"

"What's the matter?" Tang Feng turned to the person who came and asked.

"See you, sir!" The man quickly saluted, and then said, "Sir, General Niu Gan from the other side of the city gate sent someone to report that a golden man came outside the city, and said he wanted to see you, sir, and said that there was something important to discuss. It was just because he mentioned your name, sir, and the young people dared not deal with it privately, so they came to report to you."

"Oh? There are still golden men coming to see me?" Tang Feng was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled and said, "How many people did he bring?"

"There is only one person, and he doesn't look like a martial assassin, looking at his appearance and dressing!"

"Then pull him into the city. I want to see what kind of person he wants to see me and what important things he wants to tell me." After Tang Feng gave the order, he turned back to the room to wash and use snacks. He was indeed hungry, but he had not eaten for more than ten hours.

Fan Wencheng was pulled up from the bottom of the city with a hanging basket by the Ming army at the top of the city, and then slowly walked into Ningyuan City under the hatred of the Ming army soldiers. He knew very well the hatred of the Ming army soldiers towards the Jin people. After all, the two sides had fought for so many years, and there were many people who died at the hands of the other party. Of course, they would not have a good face to show it to his enemy. However, he was not afraid. He believed that in his own identity, the Ming people dared not kill him without being spread.

After coming to a yard close to the city wall, the soldiers left Fan Wencheng there. It was impossible for this Jin envoy of a suspicious origin to be allowed to enter the city. This yard was where Tang Feng rested and commanded the war during wartime. At this time, because the generals were either rectifying the military or resting, it was empty and was suitable for him to wait here.

Nearly an hour later, Tang Feng came to the yard with several personal soldiers. When he saw Fan Wencheng, the one closest to him was still solving the problem. His eyes never left Fan Wencheng's hands after coming to the room. Although he could not see any threat this person was, he still did not dare to slacken in the slightest slackness in solving the problem.

"Mr. Tang is indeed young and promising, with extraordinary appearance. It really corresponds to the words of the ancients. Meeting is even more famous!" After meeting Tang Feng, Fan Wencheng immediately said something complimentary.

Tang Feng nodded to the strange Jin Kingdom with a faint smile on his face and said, "I don't know who you are? What are you doing when I come to Ningyuan?" Obviously, he didn't want to waste his time in unnecessary greetings. He had too many things to do. The wounded soldiers needed to comfort him, and the situation in the city should also be observed...

"I admire you for your quick words. Since I am a cheerful person, I will no longer go around in circles. My surname is Fan and Wencheng, and I am a minister of the Great Jin Kingdom. Today I have a big event that I want to discuss with you."

"Fan Wencheng..." Tang Feng read this name casually, and his expression changed a little. He still had a deep memory of this famous traitor in history. A little man who had not yet made a debut in the Ming Dynasty eventually became a Grand Secretary of the Qing Dynasty, and a man who was even more unbearable than Hong Chengchou. He did not expect that he would meet him here today. Suppressing his disgust in his heart, Tang Feng said quietly: "If you have anything, just say it."

"As far as I know, Lord Tang, your situation in the Ming Dynasty is not very good. Although you now have the right to command troops, there are many people in the court who are dissatisfied with you. Are you not worried?"

"I didn't do anything to blame the Lord for honor, so what's there to worry about?" Tang Feng sneered. After hearing his first words, Tang Feng could already guess the purpose of this person, just to be a lobbyist.

Seeing that Tang Feng's expression suddenly changed, Fan Wencheng felt nervous. Judging from the other party's reaction, he seemed to be unable to listen to his words. However, he, who praised Haikou in front of Dorgon, did not want to fail like this, so he said: "Why, Lord Tang wants to be Yue Fei? The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty was incompetent and the court officials were incompetent. He had no other thoughts except for seeking personal gain for himself. Why should Lord Tang protect him in the court?" He knew that he could not go around in circles, so he simply said it straight.

"I heard that your ancestor was Fan Zhongyan, a famous minister of the Northern Song Dynasty?" Tang Feng suddenly changed the subject.

"Not bad..." Fan Wencheng, who could not keep up with Tang Feng's rhythm at all, had to nod and respond.

"The Northern Song Dynasty court, which Duke Fan Wenzheng assisted at that time, was also full of internal and external troubles, but he had always done his best for the court. Can't what he did be accepted by you? As a Han Chinese, Fan Wencheng went to the Jin Kingdom to be a lackey for disloyalty and unrighteousness. As a descendant of the Fan family, you do not want to imitate what your ancestors do, but you only know how to seek your own selfishness and unfiliality. A beast like you, who is unfaithful and unrighteous, dares to speak loudly in front of this marquis, wanting to persuade me to think I am an animal like you?" Tang Feng suddenly changed his color and shouted angrily.

"You..." Fan Wencheng never expected that Tang Feng would not allow him to speak at all, so he scolded him. It turned out that the long speech he had prepared was useless, and his face was also blue and white, but it was not ashamed, but because of anger.

Tang Feng waved his hand and said, "So I have to kill a traitor like you. However, when the two countries are fighting, they will not be killed. I will still understand that if you don't kill the envoy, I will spare your life. Go back and tell your master, and say that one day, I, Tang Feng, will lead a large army to attack your Shenyang City and take back all the previous Jin people owed us! And tell Dorgon outside that if he knows the truth, he should retreat sooner, otherwise this will be his burial place!"

"You..." Fan Wencheng couldn't speak even more, but just pointed his hand at Tang Feng tremblingly.

Seeing that he dared to point at his own master, a personal soldier stepped forward with a single arrow, holding his right hand with one hand, and then broke his hand with force. Unexpectedly, he would be attacked by others. Pain and surprise surged into his heart at the same time. Fan Wencheng's face suddenly turned pale, and a burst of pain was heard from his mouth.

Tang Feng did not stop his personal soldiers from doing this. If it weren't for the rules of this era, he would have thrown this beast that had been in danger for thousands of years from the city and threw him to death. Now he had just cut one of his hands and had already turned his grace. He looked at the other party with a sneer, and Tang Feng said again: "As a Han Chinese, you are wearing such a clown costume and even raising such a pig tail behind your head. I feel ashamed for your ancestors of the Fan family. The person who came cut off his pig tail and sent him down the city, even if I had any intention of Fan Wenzheng!" As he said that, Tang Feng went out without looking back. He knew that if he watched this big traitor shaking in front of him, he might be unable to help but kill him.

In Tang Feng's heart, no traitor or the enemy, he felt disgusted. It was these things that eventually helped the Manchus rule the entire Central Plains, causing the Han people to drag their pig tails for more than two hundred years. If it weren't for them, the Qing Dynasty might not have been able to flourish, so these people were the biggest culprits.

Fan Wencheng's resistance sounded from behind him, but it was obvious that he could not resist the attacks of several tall Ming soldiers. With a crackling sound, the braid that he had been raising for many years was cut off by a quick knife, and then the soldiers pushed him out of the yard and pulled him to the top of the city.

After sending the person away, Tang Feng immediately ordered: "Call everyone to me, and soon the Jin people's new attack will arrive. Everyone should not be lazy at all." He knew that he was insulting the Jin Kingdom in such a way, with the Jin people's temper, he would not just forget it, and soon revenge would come.

But the situation was beyond Tang Feng's expectations. After a few days, although the Jin people reappeared under the city, the attack was not as enthusiastic as expected. I don't know what the Jin people were thinking.

Fan Wencheng, who endured the pain and returned to the Jin camp, looked ashamed, while Dorgon was angry. Tang Feng was really bold. He was so humiliated by his envoy and injured people. How could he swallow his tone? But in the end he was dissuaded by Fan Wencheng: "Prince, our army was newly defeated, and now we will attack the city to increase casualties. Now we can only use the second method. As long as the Ming court no longer trusts Tang Feng, we can take the opportunity to send troops, and we will naturally be able to return all the insults we have suffered today to him."
Chapter completed!