Qian Yi was really amused and crying when he heard this, but he was still moved. He nodded and said, "Under the power of the Tartars, you still have a loyal heart, which is rare!"

After hearing this praise, Sun Dayong became proud, raised his head and vented his anger, and laughed, "That-yes!"

But before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at Qian Yi and said, "But then, you have to leave when dawn."

Qian Yi nodded with a wry smile and said, "Don't worry, I will leave before dawn."

....

The two of them stared at each other for a while.

After all, Sun Dayong couldn't hold back his energy to chat and said, "Are you really a spy?"

Qian Yi hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Scared, why aren't you?" Qian Yi became sad, "Three days ago, my father and brother died in front of me..."

Sun Dayong said in horror: "Then if you don't hide it, aren't you afraid of being beheaded when you meet Tartars?"

Qian Yi twitched slightly, "If I could hide it, why did my father and brother insist on taking the risk to die even though they knew it was dangerous?"

"Why?" Sun Dayong asked in horror, "Isn't it better to save your life than to die?"

Qian Yi looked at Sun Dayong with a steady look and said seriously: "There is no time to hide, and you can't hide... If you find that you will have countless people who die because of your life, and you will not... want to live."

This sentence is too difficult to speak, and Sun Dayong obviously doesn't understand it very well, but he can feel Qian Yi's solemnity, which reminds Sun Dayong of the word "loyalty and righteousness" mentioned by the storyteller when he was listening to books.

Sun Dayong couldn't help but blood surged up to his head and said loudly: "I know that you, and your father and brother, are all... Guan Gong."

Qian Yi was a little disappointed. He was obviously the most ordinary country boy. With a trace of conscience in his heart and the youth's blood, he happened to save his life.

Thinking of this, Qian Yi no longer wanted to speak. He slowly closed his eyes and had to continue to set off at dawn. He needed to cherish these difficult-to-get-out hours and accumulate strength.

However, Sun Dayong was in high spirits at this time, and he shouted: "Guan Gong gave his sister-in-law a thousand miles away, tsk, hero... Hey, then what did you give him?"

Qian Yi felt anger for no reason. This kid really couldn't chat. He opened his eyes and glared at Sun Dayong and ignored him.

But Sun Dayong was unconscious and asked, "Tell me, what are you giving me? It's not gold, silver and treasures, right?"

Qian Yi sighed in his heart, and had to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again, thinking that this kid would always be conscious of this.

But Qian Yi was wrong, Sun Dayong was not a willing person to live in peace. He was stubborn and insisted on asking for a question.

"Brother Qian, say...you're not hungry again, are you?"

Qian Yi was furious and opened his eyes and shouted: "Is this what you should ask?"

Sun Dayong was startled, swallowed his saliva, and said, "A storyteller said that as long as he is a hero, he is full of heroism and righteousness... he is in a straight position and sits straight, and there is nothing that cannot be said."

"Oh...!" Qian Yi felt annoyed in his heart. He really wanted to get up and go out and get rid of the fly.

But Sun Dayong stared at Qian Yi with eager eyes, still looking forward to resolving his doubts.

"I sent it to the information." Qian Yi finally let go. He was unwilling to lie to someone who had just saved his life. The Qian family was sitting upright, such as his uncle, uncle, and his father and brother.

“What is intelligence?”

Seeing Sun Dayong's desire to break the pot and ask the truth, Qian Yi felt a cry of sorrow.

So, Qian Yi finally suppressed his irritability and began to "popularize science" Sun Dayong.

....

Money can make the devil push the mill.

There are always people who are willing to betray their conscience for the sake of a scattered amount of money.

Although you may not be a bad person, or you may just be greedy for a moment.

Shijiazhuang is out tonight, and the whistleblower is revealed.

Qian Yi did not wait until dawn, and at the end of Yin and early Mao, dozens of local yamen were surrounded by the shop under the guidance of the informant.

When the sound of smashing the door reached the backyard, Qian Yi looked at the panicked Sun Dayong and apologized: "I didn't expect... I still implicate you."

Sun Dayong's face was pale, and he couldn't speak.

When the yamen rushed into the backyard, Qian Yi stood up and looked at Sun Dayong and said, "Forget what I said to you tonight, maybe... you may still survive the Northern Expedition of the King's Army."

After saying that, Qian Yi opened the warehouse door, leaned forward and walked out.

If this were normal, Qian Yi would not die, at least he would not die on the spot.

But Dorgon's strict orders from top to bottom made these Han yamen servants really ruthless.

Anyone from a foreign land goes south and kills it on the spot!

When the arrow hit him, Qian Yi shouted to the sky, "Long live the Northern Expedition Army!"

....

The yamen rushed in, rushed into the warehouse, and searched through every place.

Then he surrounded him and looked at Sun Dayong, who was shaking in the corner of the wall and was shaking with a large pool of water stains under his crotch.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at each other and looked at each other.

A leader of the yamen sighed, "I looked up but didn't see you, I saw you, the villagers... Forget it, when I reported to the upper house, I said that I was shooting outside the shop..."

A yamen officer next to him said anxiously: "If..."

The leading yamen clerk glared and said, "You don't know this boy? He was so scared that he wet his pants... Why, you go up and make up for him?"

Yes, whether to kiss or not, I am from my hometown.

The reason why people are human is always about human nature.

The yamen came in a hurry and went quickly.

When Sun Dayong crawled out of the warehouse door, there was no one in the backyard except for a pool of unsolidified blood stains at the door and dozens of deep arrow holes on the ground.

Just like all this, it has never happened, it is just a dream.

But is it really a dream?

Is it a beautiful dream or a nightmare?

Sun Dayong lay at the door, his eyes stiffly staring at the pool of blood on the ground, for a long time, for a long time.

Some neighbors came in carefully and comforted them, and even brought them to eat. However, Sun Dayong kept looking at the pool of blood stains with dementia, without any reaction.

The neighbors also left, and they shook their heads and sighed, "This child is afraid that he will be silly... I have to go to the store owner to send someone else to see the shop..."

....

The infectiousness of heroes is often omnipresent.

His words and actions will make people unable to resist.

To be precise, it is unwilling to resist.

Because those who are close to heroes will involuntarily want to get close.

Because there is a hero dream hidden in everyone's heart.

A living hero always feels ashamed of himself.

It's like the wind blowing, and no one can feel its warmth.

It's like the red sun shining, or it's like the drizzle moistening things.

It is more like a seed sown casually, which grows as soon as you see the wind.

Anyone who still has passion in his heart advocates heroes.

Even though I can't arrive, my heart yearns for it!

That night, a young man, carrying a package, left Shijiazhuang silently. No one noticed his departure because he was an inconspicuous little person.

But the little one can always do it. What shocks the big one is that the egg finally hurts the stone.
Chapter completed!