The fate of writers

Chapter 121
The messenger, who had been imprisoned for a day, did not have any arrogance at all, and earnestly advised: "Sir, Yan Ting is already on the verge of collapse, why not abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side?"

Zeng Hong didn't interrupt the messenger, and the messenger continued to recite the words taught to him by the military adviser, until finally the contents of his head were thrown out, and he could only ababa. The messenger buckled the soles of his feet in embarrassment. Is it his fault?
The messenger had an idea and remembered the letter of persuasion in his arms: "The little one is clumsy and clumsy. He can't understand even the original words. We adults have written a letter to you. The letter is in my arms. Why don't you take a look?"

The county lieutenant looked at Zeng Hong and said nothing. If there was no objection, he would silently agree. He reached out and took out the letter from the messenger's arms and handed it to Zeng Hong.

Zeng Hong closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. The county lieutenant raised his arms until his arms ached and had to remind him: "My lord?"

"Alas—" Zeng Hong sighed, opened his eyes, took the letter and read it word by word.

It was a way of persuading surrender. Zeng Hong himself could have written seventeen or eighty letters of this kind, but this letter was written very skillfully, which further undermined Zeng Hong's will.Even such talents have defected to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. Only more than ten years have passed, and Yan Ting's officialdom has become so corrupt?
"What do you usually eat?"

The messenger was overjoyed and willing to communicate!The messenger answered Zeng Hong's question truthfully, and he learned the technique of drawing pancakes without a teacher, and described the days under the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom as beautiful as a dream.

In fact, it is true, at least he is better than before.

The messenger chatted more and more. He did not expect that Zeng Hong was such a people-friendly and down-to-earth official. It was incredible, but it was indeed relaxing. He felt that Zeng Hong was a good official.

"It's dangerous to send letters all the way, right? The family members must be very worried, why do you want to be a messenger?" Zeng Hong's eyes flashed as the turning teacup reflected somewhere.

"The military advisor trusts us, and we also trust the military advisor. If something bad happens...the pension will be enough for my family to have food and clothing for the rest of their lives. There is nothing to worry about." The messenger meant what he said. Of course, this was after Wang Tiande arrived. Before, if he was selected, there was nothing he could do, he could just do it.

After finishing what he wanted to ask, Zeng Hong waved his hand, motioning to take him down.

"Sir, you are a good official. There is no way for a good official to survive in Yanting. You have to think carefully about your family!" Before being taken away, the messenger finally squeezed out some ink from his empty mind.

Not caring about the dirt, the chief clerk immediately picked up the sweat towel from the ground and stuffed the messenger's mouth tightly.

After the messenger was taken away, the chief clerk wanted to say something else: "My lord..."

"Okay, let's all go down. Let me think about it again." In Zeng Hong's mind, the two opposing thoughts of loyalty and love for the people in this situation gave him a headache. Now that he has joined the side of his relatives, it is more lively and more exciting. It's a headache.

"Yes." Everyone bowed and left, leaving Zeng Hong alone with space to think.

When you exit, you don't forget to wink and make an appointment who will discuss with whom.

Zeng Hong locked himself in the room until night. Xu Ru, who knew that Zeng Hong had not eaten dinner, knocked on the door with a bowl of clear soup noodles.

Buckle buckle.

"It's me, haven't I eaten all day? I asked someone to cook a bowl of noodles. You are the head of the county, and everyone in the county is counting on you. You can't fall down."

Zeng Hong has never rejected his wife, except this time.

There was no sound coming from the room, and Xu Ru was also stubborn, so she asked someone to bring a stool, and sat outside to wait until the noodles were all lumpy.

(End of this chapter)