Emperor Ming Dynasty

"How, can those Taijis know each other?"

Ascending to the top of the city of Chahanhot, Sun Changzhou could not help but feel at ease as he looked at the endless grasslands in the distance.

On the vast ground, the cattle and sheep are grazed in an orderly manner, the children playing by the river are tireless, and the old and the weak are carrying dustpans and picking up cow and sheep dung.

The huge Chahar tribes, with Chahanhot as the center, spread freely in the pastures with a radius of hundreds of miles.

And a business route from the inland has also formed a trail under the tireless trampling of business travelers, which is particularly conspicuous on the green grassland.

Jin Zeming was wearing a Mongolian robe, standing half a step behind, heard the inquiry, and couldn't help saying: "Now the imperial court has defeated the Horqin tribe with thousands of horsemen, and all the tribes in the grassland are frightened. ?”

As a special envoy sent by the imperial court, Jin Zeming was most familiar with the Chahar Department, so Sun Changzhou invited him to be the prefect of Chahanhot.

"It's really wonderful that the governors can borrow from the grasslands to build the princes with less power."

Jin Zeming praised wildly, with an admiration on his face.

Sun Changzhou waved his hands and said, "Jia Sheng's strategy has been in place for more than a thousand years, we're just picking up the wisdom of others."

"Furthermore, there was Suiyuan's order in the past, and a large army in the future. This strategy is just right."

That's what he said, but Sun Changzhou's face was full of smiles, very proud.

Gai was praised by the emperor for his strategy.

Compared with Suiyuan Province's simple and rude policy, this kind of gentle policy is easier for the Mongolian nobles to compromise.

Because this is beneficial to follow, Dayan Khan, who once ruled Monan Mongolia, distributed the feudal princes, so that the blood of the Golden Family flowed to all the tribes in the grassland.

As the benchmark of the Mongolian tribes, the Chahar tribe will definitely pay attention to what policies they use against him, so Huairou is the best.

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty's Tweeting Order is an upgraded version of Jia Yi's Zhujian princes.

But frankly speaking, the Tweet Order is very beneficial to the centralization of power, but it is not very beneficial to the imperial power.

The three forces in the early Han Dynasty, princes and kings surnamed Liu, foreign relatives, nobles, and nobles stood on top of each other.

However, the Tweeting Order directly abolished the power of the princes and kings, causing the relatives and nobles to fall into internal friction.

As one rises and the other falls, there must be an expansion of power that threatens the imperial power.

If Huo Guang was in the early Han Dynasty, even if he had 10 guts, he would not dare to dethrone the emperor.

"The name Chahanhot has to be changed."

Sun Changzhou said suddenly.

"Governor, I think the city has been built for many years, so the name should really be changed." Jin Zeming agreed:
"It's confusing to keep the old name."

"Let's report to the court to be the master!"

Sun Changzhou originally wanted to show off, but thought of breaking a taboo, he immediately felt dull.

On the pasture, a black steed with hair like silk and satin galloped on the grass, and its speed was astonishing.

On the horse's back, a young girl was wearing a maroon jacket, with huge slender earrings dancing, her delicate waist occasionally exposed, and a pair of strong and slender thighs clamped on the horse's back, showing a graceful figure.

The bumpy horse's back made her up and down, and the huge soft body was tightly wrapped by the skirt, jumping like jelly, unable to resist the laws of physics.

A group of boys and girls surrounded her, chatting and laughing like stars.

This rare peaceful time, with no worries about food and clothing, made this group of people very happy.

"Qiqige, Qiqige!"

Budari mounted his horse, waved his whip, and easily caught up with his sister.

Gem-like eyes, milk-like skin, dozens of neat braids scattered behind his head, a wild flower casually tied in his hair, and a bright smile that refreshes the heart.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Playing with her friends made this 15 years old girl very happy, and the smile on her face never faded away.

Perhaps because of her noble status and years of peace, she has been living happily and brightly, just like her smile.

"Huntaiji!" The teenagers got off their horses and saluted one after another, very respectful.

Taiji is a unique title of the Golden Family, and later it generally became a representative word for nobles, which is equivalent to a prince.

And Huitaiji is the honorific title of the heir.

In the entire Chahar Department, the little Khan Burni is only four years old. If something happens, the best heir is Burli, the Hun Taiji.

So he was only twenty years old, and he became the three giants of Chahar.

"Go back!"

After letting this group of irrelevant people leave, Budari looked at his sister with a smile: "Qiqige, why are you still messing around like a child?"

"I'm still a child!" Qiqige has a better personality, standing upright, almost as tall as Budari.

You know, due to adequate nutrition, Budari is only five feet three inches (1.6 meters), while the 15-year-old Qiqige has a pair of long legs, which are shoulder to shoulder with him.

Maybe the emperor of Ming Dynasty liked this kind of food!

Looking at my sister's milk skin, which is different from that of the grassland, it can almost glow in the sun.

Every now and then, she bathes and wipes her body with goat's milk and horse's milk. Qiqige is incompatible with Mongolians.

What caused all this was that the Budali parents wanted to marry their daughter to Taiji of the Qing Dynasty, and they did not hesitate to bathe her to wash away the smell.

"Not too young." Budari shook his head, looked his sister up and down, and said with satisfaction: "Who doesn't know that our Qiqige is the most beautiful flower on the grassland?"

"Now that it's mature and in bloom, it's time to find a home."

"Are you going to marry me?" Qiqige said without any shyness, her jewel-like eyes widening, "I want to marry the most powerful warrior on the grassland."

"Qiqige, I want to marry you to the most powerful person in the world."

Budari laughed and said: "He owns the largest pasture in the world, the largest number of herdsmen, the strongest warrior can only stand guard for him, the greatest craftsman forges weapons for him, and the smartest people herd sheep for him... "

"Except for the sun in the sky, he can get it for you."

"Is there such a person in the world?" Qiqige was full of disbelief.

"Yes, he is the emperor of Ming Dynasty."

Budari said with a smile: "That majestic palace is even more beautiful than the most beautiful yurt on the grassland. You will live there, a place that everyone envies."

"Oh!" When mentioning the palace, Qiqige lost interest.

What she prefers is the prairie where horses can be ridden freely, while the restrained palace makes people bored.

But she also knew that even if she married another woman in the future, it would be difficult to have such a free and happy life, and the wives of the Taijis could only stay in the yurt.

"Qiqige, the blood of Genghis Khan flows through your body, which is as noble as the blood of Emperor Ming, only he can be worthy of you."