Under the coercion of the Manchu soldiers, the passengers on the ship had already gathered on the deck.

Dozens of soldiers were holding several portraits in their hands that the painter could not distinguish themselves, and they did not know how they identified them.

Su Qing and Wen Tailai stepped onto the deck at this moment, and Su Qing, the only one with hair, instantly became the prettiest boy in the audience, attracting the attention of all the Qing soldiers.

"Bold pariahs! The court has long ordered that the Han people keep their hair but not their heads! Come on, cut me off!"

The leading officer pointed at Su Qing and shouted angrily.

Several soldiers drew their knives and rushed towards Su Qing.

"The dog will die!"

Wen Tailai took the first shot, and his fists opened and closed as if there was thunder, and the two were easily resolved.

"Whoa-"

Su Qing held the jade fracture fan in his hand, and let it go straight out and pierced the neck of a Qing soldier.

Then, like an afterimage, he rushed directly in front of the officer and pinched the head on the item.

Click!

With a hard twist, the neck was twisted off, blood splashed everywhere, and the head was removed from the neck.

"what!"

Everyone was terrified by this scene.

"Leave your hair but not your head? In my son's place, it's a dog without a head." Su Qing shook his head casually.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

The remaining soldiers lost their weapons.

"Heroes, spare your life! Heroes, spare your life!"

"We are also following orders..."

"I beg the two heroes to let us go."

The Qing soldiers knelt on the ground and begged bitterly.

Su Qing picked up his toes, and a long knife landed in his hand: "Forgive me? I can't forgive it."

The voice fell, and the long knife in his hand danced wildly.

puff! puff! puff!

With the blood flying, dozens of human heads rolled down in the blink of an eye, and the deck was dyed red.

Wen Tailai was taken aback. He didn't expect Su Qing to be so vicious and his kung fu so high.

"Fourth Brother Wen, let it go."

Su Qing looked at Wen Tailai and smiled lightly.

"Brother Su is superb in martial arts. I don't know which school they belong to." Wen Tailai heard curiously.

Su Qing threw the knife casually: "No way, no school, three-legged cat kung fu that I practiced blindly in my spare time."

Wen Tailai's mouth twitched.

You are all three-legged cat kung fu.

Then what am I?

He just pretended that Su Qing didn't want to say anything, so he didn't ask any more, but threw all the corpses into the river.

"Two uncles, please disembark." After a while, an old man came over tremblingly.

Wen Tailai asked, "Why did you drive us off the boat?"

"The two uncles killed the Qing soldiers, the little old man is afraid of being implicated!" The old man said with a face full of prayer.

Su Qing laughed and said, "It's unreasonable for you, an old man, to be good at life. In the face of the Qing army, you can only promise, but in the face of us, you hit hard. Why is this?"

"Because the little old man knows that the two masters are good people." The old man replied cautiously.

Su Qing laughed angrily: "What's the point? You can't mess with bad people, but bully good people. We gave us money, so why drive us away?"

"Please be kind to the two masters." The old man knelt down.

Su Qing felt boring: "Return the money."

"Yes, yes, two masters, these are your ship's money." The old man hurriedly offered the money with both hands.

Su Qing jumped down and swept across the water with a fast speed, as if walking on the ground.

"What a handsome Qinggong."

Wen Tailai sighed in admiration, and appreciated Su Qing even more in his heart, and followed up with Qinggong.

After going ashore, Wen Tailai looked at Su Qing and said, "I originally made an appointment with my wife to meet the new helmsman together in Yangzhou, but I didn't expect to delay the time on the way. When I came to Yangzhou, I learned that my wife had already After leaving Yangzhou, I just left by boat today, I never expected to meet such benevolent and righteous people as Brother Su, this time is already worth it."

"I'm going to Anxi headquarters next. If Brother Su is interested, the door of my Safflower Club will be open to Brother Su at any time. Jieshi can come to me with this thing."

Wen Tailai handed over a small flying knife.

"This is..." Su Qing raised her brows.

Wen Tailai explained: "This is my wife's flying knife, most of the brothers in the meeting know it."

"Then I will accept it, and I will definitely visit if I have the chance." Su Qing said, and accepted the flying knife.

Then the two went their separate ways.

…………

In the capital of July, even at night, it was very annoying. Ice cubes were placed in the imperial study, exuding a slight coolness, which made the aged Kang Mazi feel comfortable and was burying his head in reading the memorial.

As the open and secret struggle between several sons became more and more serious, Kang Mazi was also physically and mentally exhausted. After all, he was not dead yet, so his son was so anxious.

The son wanted to grab Laozi's position, and Laozi also guarded his son, and he wanted to sit on the throne for a few more days.

It can be described as a family of filial piety.

"Long live lord, where do you go to rest tonight?" a **** asked cautiously.

Kang Mazi pondered for a moment, and then said, "How is Li Guiren, who entered the palace a few days ago?"

Li Guiren is the daughter of a minister in the court, twenty-eight years old, beautiful and handsome, with a pleasant figure.

Thinking of that delicate body, the aged Kang Mazi actually had a feeling of rejuvenation.

The older he gets, the more he likes those young women. It seems that only in this way can he feel that he is still young and his heroism has not diminished.

The **** returned: "Li Guiren Shang An, I heard that I miss Long Live Lord every night, and it is difficult to sleep."

"Then flip her brand." Kang Mazi said.

The **** bowed and said, "Hey, the servant will go to inform and let Li Guiren prepare to greet him."

Then he slowly exited the imperial study.

In other dynasties, there were no officials who called themselves slaves. In the Qing Dynasty, they were all slaves on horseback, and slaves were also honors, and ordinary people did not have this qualification.

"As expected of the emperor, this room is comfortable and much cooler than the outside, so beautiful."

A voice sounded, Mazi looked up suddenly, and saw a strange young man walking around in the imperial study, looking, touching and commenting.

After all, after being the emperor for decades, Kang Mazi did not panic, but calmly said: "The people from the Tiandihui or the Honghuahui? Are you here to kill me?"

"No, no, I'm here to replace you." Su Qing shook her head and corrected her seriously.

In front of him, Kang Mazi had a face full of smallpox marks and a thin body. He was really afraid that a yawn would scare him to death.

Kang Mazi's mind turned sharply, but his mouth was calm: "I would like to know how to replace me?"

In the next second, his pupils shrank blankly, and his face paled in shock: "How is this possible! How is it possible!"

Because Su Qing in front of him has actually changed into his appearance, like a hair!

"After I replace you, I'll sleep with your wife, beat your son, have a deep relationship with your daughter, father and daughter, kill your loyal ministers, and make you mess up the world. I'll ask you if you're panicking or angry?" Su Qing Wanru Devil whispers.

Kang Mazi was sweating profusely, because this thing was too bizarre: "Someone! Somebody! Escort!"

The next second, Su Qing pulled out the knife next to him and stabbed it directly into his neck, and blood spurted out.

Immediately after, he slashed several times beyond recognition in his face, and then ripped him off the dragon chair.