A prison car drove into Nanjing with a "squeak, squeak". Fan Wencheng sat in the prison car. He could basically move nothing except his head could turn. Although this guy was a weak scholar, he looked pretty and had a strong body. Although he was over 40 years old, his face was still rosy and his long beard was left under his jaw. It was a pity that he was locked in the prison car, otherwise he would have a bit of a fairy-like temperament.

"Who is this?"

"I don't know, maybe it's the official who committed the crime."

"Official, it's possible, it's not a corrupt official."

Seeing the prison car passing by the street, the people next to them started to talk. Soon, the crowd was surrounded by people watching the fun. Some people were curiously following behind the prison car, but because they didn't know Fan Wencheng's true identity, the people around them just pointed and did not dare to do anything extreme.

A young man who looked like a scholar finally couldn't help but stop a escorted Jinyiwei and asked, "Brother, who is in this prison car?"

The Jinyiwei looked at Fan Wencheng in the prison car, and saw that Fan Wencheng's eyes were closed and he turned a deaf ear to the discussion outside, as if he was content with a leisurely look. The Jinyiwei smiled: "Well, for the sake of you being a scholar, I will tell you that this person is named Fan Wencheng, and he is a big traitor. This time he was arrested by our Jinyiwei, so you must not tell others."

"Fan Wencheng, Fan Wencheng." The scholar murmured to himself, suddenly screamed in surprise, and shouted a little disbelief: "It turned out to be him."

Unlike the Dashun Army who did not care about the Qing army's intelligence, the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty had been fighting for decades, and both sides knew very clearly. As a scholar who failed the exam, Fan Wencheng became a celebrity in front of Huang Taiji, counseling military affairs and giving advice. Many Ming officials and scholars knew about this person.

Many people are not ashamed of Fan Wencheng's character. Fan Wencheng's ancestors were prominent. His great-grandfather Fan Chen served as the Minister of War during Jiajing. His grandfather Fan Chen was the commander-in-chief of Shenyang Guard. Such a scholar from a family of officials actually served as a leader of the Yi, which was simply a shame for his ancestors. However, with the success of Manchus' victory over the Ming Dynasty, many people changed their minds. If they could do this like Fan Wencheng, it would not be in vain to study hard.

After the Qing army entered the capital, the officials in the surrender area were only envious of Fan Wencheng's treatment. A scholar-born person like Fan Wencheng could achieve such a high position. If he was a Jinshi, if he had been a predecessor, he would definitely do better than Fan Wencheng.

"Scholar, scholar. Who is this person?" Many people dare not ask the Jinyiwei. Seeing this scholar talking to the Jinyiwei, they also wanted to know Fan Wencheng's identity.

"He is the famous man and a traitor Fan Wencheng, who was around the Tartar Emperor in the past. He didn't expect that he would fall into the hands of the Ming Dynasty today. It's really God has eyes. God has eyes."

The scholar said loudly. There may be many officials and scholars from the occupied northern areas who envy Fan Wencheng's treatment. The southern scholars of the Southern Dynasty hated him to the core. Although the Jinyiwei told him not to tell others, he would not say it after knowing Fan Wencheng's identity. The Jinyiwei was probably even more eager to publicize it. It also made the Jinyiwei's face shine. The latter sentence was purely redundant.

Ordinary people may not know who Fan Wencheng is. But the great traitor and the popular man in front of the Tartar Emperor could hear it clearly. One pass is ten, ten passes a hundred. Soon people who watched the fun knew Fan Wencheng's identity. Someone shouted: "Smash him!"

In the blink of an eye, all kinds of items in the sky flew towards the prison van. This is not a vegetable market. It is too expensive to throw things. Most of the things are falling on the ground. There are also pieces of soil on the ground. Broken branches on the ground. Fan Wencheng's head was suddenly submerged in various debris. He soon broke his head and bleeding. The most uncomfortable thing is that the stench emanates from various shoes is so that it makes Fan Wencheng faint. Fan Wencheng doubts whether he will be killed by the stench of these shoes.

Seeing so many items suddenly falling from the sky, the Jinyiwei escorted the earth was shocked. Then he felt relieved and jumped away quickly. Sure enough, Fan Wencheng's prison car was submerged by various things. After the people around him finished throwing it, the Jinyiwei quickly took off all kinds of things. There was a lot of blood on Fan Wencheng's face and his head was tilted aside.

The Jinyiwei was shocked. Fan Wencheng could not die like this. He quickly touched Fan Wencheng's nose. The Jinyiwei breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, I just fainted."

After removing the items in the prison car, the prison car continued to move forward. Seeing that the prison car was far away, some people were about to follow him, but they found that they suddenly felt cold. When they saw that the shoes on the floor were gone, they hurried to the pile of shoes in the middle to pull them up. It can be imagined that most people could not find their shoes and could only wear a pair of them casually. Some people could not find shoes at all, so they had to go home barefoot. Although they were very cold, they were still full of excitement.

The debris left by the crowd watching the excitement is indispensable on the way forward of the prison van. However, perhaps because of the preparations, these debris are mostly vegetables, mostly radishes and cabbage in winter. There are even many smart vendors who are directly carrying bluezis and waiting on the route of the prison van, shouting loudly to buy them.

The Tartars were fighting with the Ming Dynasty, and had heard countless rumors of bad things done by the Tartars in the past. Now a traitor who helped the Tartars work was caught. The people were as excited as if they were celebrating the New Year in advance. They would not seize the opportunity to smash this traitor to express their excitement.

The Jinyiwei who was escorted ignored the fact that he only stopped him when he saw someone smashing stones or other too heavy things. However, it was already very painful to hit the body by just radish.

It was not until Fan Wencheng's prison car entered the prison where the prisoners were imprisoned, and the crowds following him gradually dispersed. Many people who were too late to get the news could only listen to everyone's vivid stories about smashing the big traitor with regret. Many people even asked directly when the big traitor would be asked to make up for the regrets.

"Emperor, Fan Wencheng has been put into the Heavenly Prison." In the palace, Feng Kezong reported to the emperor.

"Okay, nothing happened along the way, right?" Wang Fu couldn't help but show a hint of excitement on his face. This big traitor could not escape no matter what.

"Go back to the emperor, no, but after entering the city, many people learned about Fan Wencheng's identity and threw a lot of miscellaneous items into Fan Wencheng's prison van. Fan Wencheng suffered a little bit of minor injuries on his head." Feng Kezong said lightly. In fact, Fan Wencheng's head was not only slightly injured. After so many things were smashed, Fan Wencheng had already been smashed to pieces.

A smile appeared on Wang Fu's face: "This time, your Jinyiwei has a big face."

Isn't that true? He went deep into the enemy's territory and captured the Manchu Grand Secretary and returned. The Jinyiwei was no longer an institution that only knew how to capture his own people. Although Fan Wencheng would definitely protest in his heart when he knew about it, he was not captured by the Jinyiwei. It can be said that he was delivered to his door. Who knew that the bandits would actually have contact with the Ming court? But who would listen to his protest?

Feng Kezong looked at Hao Ran: "Thank you for your grace. The Jinyiwei will definitely not let down the emperor's expectations. In the future, he will truly capture the traitor who surrendered to the Manchus."

"Well, the Jinyiwei can set up a department to be responsible for the outside world. As you said, not only can we investigate the news about Manchus, but we can also arrest the big traitors who surrender to Manchus. These big traitors will not be too strict for the time being. For those who regret it, they can be in Cao's camp and be in the Han Dynasty. For those who surrender to the Tartars, whether civil or military, they can be eliminated. Well, the name of this department is the Iron Blood Anti-Traitor Group."

"Yes, I am following the order." Feng Kezong was excited when he heard this. He established a new department, and unexpectedly his power expanded again. The Iron Blood Anti-Traitor Group, this name is good.

"It's a pity that the special forces of the Yulin Guard have just been trained, otherwise I can transfer some for you to use and join the Iron Blood Anti-Traitor Group. However, you don't have to hurry. For the time being, we will draw elite forces from the Jinyiwei first, and we must achieve results in a short period of time. In this way, we can greatly shock those shameless people who betray their ancestors and devote themselves to the Tartars."

Feng Kezong was immediately overwhelmed with cold water, and his excitement was reduced by most of his excitement. He knew that the emperor would not simply increase his power. Those who were transferred from Yulin Guards in the future would definitely be separated. He was eager for Yulin Guards to be transferred later, the better. Feng Kezong was exploring whether he should open up the situation as soon as possible before the Yulin Guards were transferred.

"Your Majesty, how should you deal with this Fan Wencheng?"

"In this way, I will first get a haircut for him, and then post a notice throughout the city to list Fan Wencheng's family background and what he has done in Manchu places over the years, so that the people can know the harm of this traitor, and then parade for three days and then be punished after three days. All the people of the Ming Dynasty can watch it. This is the end of the traitor."

Feng Kezong was shocked when he heard this. In this way, Fan Wencheng would not only have to be cut into pieces, but also to be foul for thousands of years, and even to implicate his ancestors. Wang Fu had a more vicious way, which was to write the names of Fan Wencheng's three generations of ancestors on the wooden raft and accompany Fan Wencheng to parade with him. However, this method was a bit too much. Wang Fusi gave up after paying a moment. After all, a real man could not guarantee his wife and children to be filial. There was no need to drag the dead out to humiliate him again. It was enough to announce Fan Wencheng's family background.

"Your Majesty, what does it mean to cut a haircut for Fan Wencheng?"

"Well, since Fan Wencheng has become a traitor, he is not worthy of wearing my Chinese clothes. He has made him a rat tail of money for Mankind, which can also be regarded as his intention to be loyal to Mankind."

At this time, Dorgon had not issued a hair shaving order. In addition to the soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, the Han people who surrendered to the Qing court not only retained the hair styles of the Han people, but also kept their official uniforms. Most of them even regarded their clothes and hats as heavier than surrendering to Manchus. This is why the Qing Dynasty's hair shaving orders in history caused anti-Qing people to rise up in various places.
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