Dressed as a widow, raising cubs, farming and building infrastructure in Ming Dynasty

Chapter 51 Queen Manduhai

Qin Liu stared at Old Lou with a good look: "So, your Duke Baoguo's government just pushed me, a widow, to be used as cannon fodder?"

Old Man Lou quickly smiled and waved his hands: "No. This is just my idea..."

Qin Liucai didn't believe it. No matter how good his martial arts skills were, Mr. Lou would not take the initiative to come to the grassland to take risks because of his long life.

Now that she has come this far, she has nothing to say, she can only take one step at a time.

Early the next morning, Qin Liu was brought to a magnificent yurt. There were many fully armed Mongolian soldiers guarding the yurt.

She touched the three gold ingots in her arms through her clothes and took a deep breath.

How this trip will end depends on today.

She didn’t know which Mongolian boss she was going to meet.

Not long after, she saw someone walking over with the little mute.The little mute was a little surprised to see her here, and nodded to her with a comforting look in his eyes.

Qin Liu took a few more glances at the little mute's new outfit.

He was wearing a brand-new sapphire blue Mongolian robe. His unruly messy hair was tied up to his forehead with a black hairband two fingers wide.

Qin Liu sighed secretly.This radiant prairie prince actually lost all his brilliance and stayed in her little shop for several months.

Not long after, voices came from the imposing yurt.

An old female voice said: "Baalsborot, don't blame your father. Don't blame him. As a mother, I am very disappointed in you. Your name means Iron Tiger, but you are like a coward." , first you hid in Huo Si's hands to survive, and then you ran away and refused the olive branch offered by Grand Master Yibula. You have embarrassed our Golden Family so much!"

Qin Liu felt stuffed in his heart and felt sorry for the little mute.

After a narrow escape, he finally escaped from the right wing that imprisoned him and returned to his parents. What greeted him were these words!
No matter what he is, he is just a boy who is less than 20 years old.The old woman speaking in the tent is probably the mother of the little mute, the Mongolian heroine Queen Manduhai.

The little mute's answer was sincere: "Although my behavior of escaping was cowardly, only in this way can I bring a way out for my two sons. Mother, I am already a father and I don't want my children to die unexpectedly."

The old woman continued: "You are a man. If you want to have a son, you can have as many sons as you want. But the name of the Golden Family cannot be tarnished!"

The little mute argued: "Yes, I can have countless children. But Gunbilik and Anda only have me as their father! Their mother is gone. If I stop thinking about them, they will only die!"

The old woman's voice was filled with anger: "Huo Si is their uncle, so he will naturally protect them!"

"Huo Si was seriously injured, and he doesn't know how many years he can live. Otherwise, how could Grand Master Yi Bu La dare to be so arrogant?!"

The old woman did not speak. After a moment of silence, she continued: "In that case, why did you get together with the Han people again? What is the identity of the Han woman outside the door?"

The little mute replied: "She is just an ordinary Han civilian who came to the grassland to make some money by selling horses. She has no special identity."

The old woman sneered: "Ordinary Han women dare to go deep into the grassland to sell horses?" She then shouted loudly: "Come on, call Ah Heima over!"

The guards standing outside the yurt took the order and left.

The old woman in the yurt said: "Ahema knows best about Han people's affairs. It is most appropriate for him to make the judgment."

Qin Liu outside the yurt looked up at the dazzling sun in the blue sky.

Thanks to the little mute, she was lucky enough to wait outside Queen Manduhai's yurt? !

She wasn't too worried about her identity.She is indeed a poor little widow struggling to survive!

She only hopes that the little mute can be accepted by his family and tribe, and that she can go home safely from selling horses.Amitabha!
Qin Liu closed his eyes and prayed, and soon he heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

Following the guard was a middle-aged Mongolian man, wearing a luxurious brown cloud-patterned Mongolian robe, a domed wide-brimmed round hat, and a bunch of bangs on his forehead.He has a broad face and a pair of small triangular eyes with sparkling eyes.

When the middle-aged man passed Qin Liu, he stopped.He looked her up and down with doubtful eyes, and finally entered the yurt with a knowing smile.

"Xiaguan Ah Heima pays homage to Queen Manduhai!" A middle-aged man's rich voice came from the yurt.

"No courtesy. Ahema, you have served as an envoy to pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty many times. No one on our grasslands can match your understanding of the Ming Dynasty. That woman outside the yurt, do you know her origins?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Back to the queen, she is the granddaughter of Liu Daxia, Minister of War of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Is this true?!"

Two exclamations came from the yurt.Listening to the voices, one belongs to Queen Manduhai and the other belongs to the little mute.

Qin Liu outside the yurt was also shocked!

She just remembered a few days ago that her grandfather was the chief minister of the cabinet. His grandfather's name was actually Liu Daxia, or was he a minister of the Ministry of War?

She calmed down in confusion and carefully searched her mind for memories of Liu Daxia, but found nothing.

Before Qin Liu had time to think about it, he heard a woman shouting from the yurt. The guards outside the yurt immediately surrounded Qin Liu, their swords were unsheathed, and a spear was pointed directly at Qin Liu's throat!

Qin Liu looked at Mao Jian, who was only an inch away from his throat, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and he was sweating!
Only one sentence flashed through her mind: "Today my life is over!"

Yes, she is the granddaughter of the Minister of War of the Ming Dynasty, but she came to the Mongolian royal court disguised as a horse trader. Why not to spy on intelligence?
How could the Mongols let her go back alive?

Qin Liu didn't close her eyes this time. She opened them wide and looked at the blue sky and white clouds above her head.

To die under the blue sky, white clouds and bright sunshine is considered magnanimous.

However, the Mongolian guards did not kill her immediately, but remained motionless as if they could kill her at any time.

What the hell is this?

Qin Liu calmed down and listened to the sounds in the yurt.

Nothing was heard, just a rustle like a whisper.

Qin Liu felt that every minute and every second that followed seemed as long as a century.

What is more terrifying than death is waiting for death to come.It was long, scary, and extremely difficult to endure.

Tears flowed down without disappointment.

Qin Liu didn't feel ashamed.I am a coward, and I have always been terribly afraid of death.

I was brave enough not to wet my pants in fear.

I don’t know how many centuries passed, but there was finally new movement in the yurt—someone came out.

The one who came out was the middle-aged Mongolian man named Aheima.

(End of this chapter)