Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 67 Anger
  When the entire capital fell into madness because of a memorial written by Wang Qi.

The Horqin Royal Court thousands of miles away.

Today is the day when Wang Qi leads the delegation back to the court.

"Brother, why not stay a few more days and see the beautiful scenery of our Horqin grassland, sheep, war horses, beauties, and strong warriors!" Yue Shan and Wang Qi have been drinking, hunting, and discussing things in the evening every day for the past few days. They are almost here To the point of sleeping and eating together.

Yue Shan was full of respect and affection for this young man from Daming.

Not only did he have an innate heroic temperament, but during the days he spent with him, Yue Shan could feel the enthusiasm of Wang Qi, a Ming official, for the grassland, which was different from the inherent sense of superiority of other Ming Dynasty officials. and a sense of identity.

Working with Wang Qi, it seems that I can trust this young man without reservation.

"There are many affairs in Liaodong. Please forgive me, brother Yue Shan, but I can't stay here for too long." Wang Qi said, picking up a glass of wine next to him, and said to Yue Shan: "As for the alliance, we will follow the terms agreed between you and me. After I return, the imperial court will send someone to discuss specific matters with the royal court!"

"Haha, Brother Wang, let me say something ugly before. The cooperation between Horqin and Ming Dynasty is based on your face, Wang Qi. If you were not involved, not only me, Yue Shan, but also the entire Horqin Council of Ministers would not recognize it. !!" Yue Shan also took the drink from the entourage beside him and saluted Wang Qi: "I hope that the next time you drink with me, Jianzhou has been wiped out and the Ming Dynasty can regain its former glory!"

"Thank you Brother Yueshan for your kind words," Wang Qi smiled, then glanced at everyone: "Do it!"

"Dry!"

"Respect Daming and Horqin!"

"To your lord!"

Barter, Alashan, Zhaisang and others all drank the wine in one gulp.

"After a long journey, we must say goodbye. There is no need to say goodbye. We will meet again!" Wang Qi got on his horse and raised his hands to Yue Shan and others: "Farewell here!"

After saying this, Wang Qi took the lead, turned the horse's head and drove away with a whip.

drive! ! !
  Qin Erbao and more than a hundred people followed Wang Qi and left Juechen.

Not long after, in the eyes of everyone in Horqin, only a group of black dots disappeared into the vast grassland.

"The next time we meet, this person must have already become dominant and is starting to give Ming Ting a headache," Yue Shan muttered to himself while sitting on his horse, looking at Wang Qi's figure in the distance.

"Are you saying that this person has different intentions for Ming Ting?" Alxa turned around and asked.

"It's not a matter of dissatisfaction," Yue Shan shook his head and sighed: "But how could the group of civilian officials in the Southern Dynasty tolerate the commander of the Liaodong General Army who was less than twenty years old?"

"Then, it will be our chance." Yue Shan smiled, seeming confident.

On the other hand, Battelle on the side remained silent, looking at Wang Qi who was walking away, his eyes uncertain as to what he was thinking.

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Houjin, Shenyang City.

Today, Nurhachi dismissed all the Baylors and ministers and sat alone in the dark hall.

As the sun sets in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun falls on the leading Jurchen hero in Jianzhou for hundreds of years. Nurhachi is already very old. Years of fighting and leading the army have accelerated the aging of his body. Although the hero's energy is Now it seems that it is still strong and healthy, often for five or six hours, but no matter what, no matter how invincible you are, you will eventually grow old as time goes by.

What is even more deplorable is that on the eve of the hero's complete aging, the successor he has trained for more than ten years suddenly dies. This is the most helpless thing in the world.

Three days ago, when the news of Huang Taiji's death came, Nurhaci was discussing the Eight Han Banners with Fan Wencheng, Tong Yangxing and others, which was what Huang Taiji had always advocated. In recent years, Nurhaci himself felt that the killings were too heavy.

Start thinking about paving the way for your successor.

The establishment of the Eight Han Banners and the Eight Mongolian Banners is one of the important paths.

Around the Jurchen Eight Banners of Jianzhou, the Eight Mongolian Banners and the Eight Han Banners were established to protect the royal court, forming a bottom-up promotion system and a joint channel to maintain different ethnic groups.

"But Lao Ba is dead," Nurhachi gently stroked Huang Taiji's remaining clothes, looking at things and thinking about people, and his already old body became even more rickety.

"But, Prince, don't worry." In Nurhachi's old brows, there was a touch of madness in the depths of his cloudy eyes: "It won't be long before many people will be buried with you! That Yueshan, Alxa, Xiong Tingbi, Wang Huazhen, there are many people, many people. As for Wang Qi, his head will be cut off and placed in front of your tomb. His flesh and limbs will be eaten by wild dogs, and his bones will be ground into powder. , become the scraps of the pig trough, and his wives, concubines, and children will become the lowest prostitutes, trampled by thousands of people, and they will spend their lives to pay for his sins!"

"Wang Qi!!!"

Nurhachi roared from his throat, like an old lion roaring in warning to the newly rising young lion king.

At the entrance of the hall, Mang Gurtai stood there quietly, listening to Nurhaci's low roar in the hall, the expression on his face could not be said to be joy or sadness.

When the news of Huang Taiji's death came, Mang Gurtai had just returned from a victory in southern Liaoning.

He originally wanted to wait until Huang Taiji came back to humiliate his direct competitor for decades.

But now there is no chance.

"Wang Qi?" Under the setting sun, Mang Gurtai stood there like a green pine, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance: "Huang Taiji is dead, but he should not die in the hands of Wang Qi. I, Jianzhou Jurchen, It shouldn’t be such a painful death!”

"Your Majesty, Mao Wenlong has been brought here," behind Fan Wencheng was Mao Wenlong with a solemn expression.

Mang Gurtai turned his head, looked past Fan Wencheng, and landed on Mao Wenlong.

"Mao Shuai?" Mang Gurtai chuckled.

"Don't dare." Since being captured by the Jianzhou surprise attack, Mao Wenlong tossed and turned countless times at night. Mao Wenlong had thought of committing suicide more than once, but his desire for survival and reason told him that as long as he lived, there would be a chance for everything, or a turnaround.

Recently, Nurhachi's summons gave Mao Wenlong an opportunity.

"Let's go, the Great Khan wants to see you," Mang Gurtai just glanced at Mao Wenlong quietly, then chuckled, turned around and walked in front, and at the same time left a faint sentence: "The Great Khan is in a bad mood, you Better speak carefully!”

"General Mao Wenlong, the commander-in-chief of Pi Island, will come to the palace to see you tomorrow!"

Under the leadership of the guards, Mao Wenlong followed Mang Gurtai and Fan Wencheng and stepped into the hall.

"My son, I pay my respects to my father."

"Mao Wenlong pays homage to the Great Khan!"

On the high throne, Nurhaci raised his head and glanced from Mang Gurtai to Mao Wenlong. His face was uncertain, and after a while he said: "Do you know Wang Qi of the Ming Dynasty?"

"Hui Khan, this man has become famous recently. Everyone in Liaodong has heard of it, but I am not familiar with him." Mao Wenlong knew what Nurhachi meant. He just wanted to submit a petition to lead troops to attack his old master.

(End of this chapter)