Daming Yinghua

Chapter 148 Hetuala

Mangurtai, Nurhachi's fifth son and Heshuobeile's third-ranked son, has just returned to the vicinity of Hetuala.

After his beloved Yehe shaman was executed by his father, Mangurtai asked for orders to leave the city, and went south to Dingliao Youwei for the purpose of spying and then turned back.

On the one hand, it is to detect the general defense of the Ming army in the south of Hetuala, so as to estimate the danger of the attack on the Jurchen backyard in Jianzhou when they attack in the coming year.

On the other hand, he simply came out to relieve his depression and anger.

I didn't expect to meet my cousin who had been separated for many years.

Mangurtai's mother and Yilanzhu's mother both came from the Fucha family, and they were close when they were in their boudoirs, and they married into the Aixinjueluo family at the same time.

Nurhachi and Shuerhaqi have a lot of women respectively, and the relationship between half-brothers and sisters is uncertain.For example, Mang Gurtai hated the eighth elder brother Huang Taiji, who is now called Sibeile, for his insidious behavior.

After reporting the shaman incident this time, Manggurtai even gritted his teeth and sighed that his younger brother's viciousness was really like Ama.The self who is not cunning and unguarded is like the dead Uncle Shuerhaqi.

As for Fucha's aunt, Mang Gurtai often visited with his mother since he was a child, and he has a close relationship with his aunt's only daughter Yilanzhu, even more than his sister.

The Fucha family is a Jurchen family, but the Fucha family's aunt is just a young Fujin with a low status. When Shu Erhaqi chose his daughter to send to the Li family of Li Chengliang, a feudal official of the Ming Dynasty, he chose the meek and taciturn Yi Lanzhu, and the Fucha family's aunt Cry dry tears, also can't change.

At the age of 17, Mang Gurtai drove the convoy, with sadness and humiliation, to send his young and ignorant little sister Yilanzhu westward along the Taizi River to Liaoyang, the most important town in Liaodong of the Ming Empire.

In the past 12 years, I have not changed too much from youth to adulthood, so my cousin can easily recognize it.

And the little cousin has changed from that weak and timid immature girl to a graceful young woman, the difference is too great.

When they met each other, Mang Gurtai suddenly realized that it was much better for his younger sister to marry far away from the Ming Dynasty than to stay in Hetuala and see his father Shuerhaqi die at the hands of siblings.

Later, I learned that my sister already had two children. This time, the Ming court wanted her to return to her hometown to pay a memorial service. I also saw that the Ming Dynasty accompanied me with decent military guards, as well as a lot of brocade cloth and tea leaves. Manggur Ty's complexion improved.

It's just that Mang Gurtai asked a few more questions about Zheng Haizhu.

This is the first time for Zheng Haizhu to see the live Jianzhou Xungui, or the famous Sanbeile Mangurtai.

Naturally, he is quite different from the heroic and handsome Baylor in those idol dramas. He is a rough-boned warrior with slightly protruding gums, and his face is full of pockmarks left by smallpox. A gentle smile, but also a fierce vigilance to look at an outsider like her.

However, he speaks Chinese quite fluently.

Zheng Haizhu conceived a look of half nervousness and half flattery, and stated that he was the junior of Yilanzhu Gege's friend, and was entrusted to come east with gifts.

"Her family's Nanjin Nanbu is very good, brother, if we want silk and cotton cloth in Jianzhou in the future, we can buy it from Miss Zheng." Yi Lanzhu innocently chimed in.

Mang Gurtai sneered in his heart.

Whatever you buy, just grab it.Not only the brocade cloth, but also women from the Ming Dynasty like them, just grab them directly.

But right now, Mang Gurtai waved at Zheng Haizhu calmly: "I have something to say to my sister, you go down."

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Aya came out from a side room of the inn.

She had just finished answering Miss Zheng's cross-examination, about the string of Jurchen words that Yi Lanzhu and Mang Gurtai said when they met.

It's just a surprise when close relatives reunite.

After hearing this, Zheng Haizhu asked her with concern: "Aya, are you okay? In the days to come, you have to continue to be patient, and you will meet many Jianzhou men like this mangurtai today."

Aya calmly said: "Aya's life is given by the girl, Aya will not be bad about girls."

Seeing Zheng Haizhu's relieved face, Aya said to get hot water for her to soak her feet. By the way, she went to see how the horse in her team had a festering hoof two days ago.

When she came to the courtyard, Aya took a deep breath of the cold air.

For the first time, she discovered that it was very difficult to pretend that she didn't understand when she returned to the land where Jurchen was spoken.

She would involuntarily react to those words, and there was a moment just now when she almost revealed her truth, but fortunately Mu Zaohua gave her a glare.

"I don't understand, I don't understand..." She muttered silently as she walked to the stable.

A fine horse caught her eye.

It's not because of the beautiful body and coat color and the excellent saddle, but the sound of the horse's snort and the performance of exchanging hooves.

Aya, who has been raising horses with her parents since she was a child, is so familiar with this, it is as familiar as hearing her mother tongue.

There must be something wrong with this horse, either sick or injured.

Aya walked over, and first comforted the horse's neck and shoulder blades with skillful techniques, and brought the condom close to her. Then she took off the hanging oil lamp, and bent down, trying to check the horse's hooves.

"what are you doing!"

A stern Jurchen language in a male voice sounded like thunder behind him.

Aya's shoulders shook suddenly in fright, and the oil lamp in her hand dropped.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Zaohua exclaimed: "Aya, you still come out to blow the cold wind, be careful of the baby in your belly!"

Aya turned her head and saw Mu Zaohua rushing out from behind Mangurtai, first picked up the oil lamp that was about to roll into the hay, and then stretched out her other hand to support her.

The two women, who were silent like cicadas, ushered in a short silence.

Mang Gurtai seemed to be in a daze, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again: "You two, are Zheng Nucai's coat?"

He used Jurchen.

He was answered by two pairs of terrified and dazed eyes, apparently unable to understand.

Mang Gurtai changed it into Chinese and said, "Are you the servant girls of Miss Zheng?"

Mu Zaohua nodded quickly.

Mangurtai walked up to the horse: "Why did you move my horse?"

Aya huddled and replied, "The horse's hoof seems to be injured."

Mang Gurtai frowned, took the oil lamp from Mu Zaohua's hand, and bent over to inspect it.

Sure enough, an iron thorn was pierced in a very hidden place above the left front hoof.

In winter, roads are covered by heavy snow, and the thickness of the snow is considerable, covering up dangers. Horses will suffer dark losses in places where horseshoes cannot protect them.

Mang Gurtai's face softened a bit: "Understood, you all step back."

Mu Zaohua pulled Aya, squatted in a deep blessing, and left with her head bowed.

After walking a few steps, Mang Gurtai stopped them again.

He walked up to Mu Zaohua and stared at her with lowered eyes: "What's your name?"

"Grassmen are called Zaohua."

"Well, Zaohua, next time you all have to remember that you have to kneel and kowtow to the master before you can back down."

Mu Zaohua bit her back teeth, and cursed in her heart: Mr. Wu won't let me kowtow, even you, a dead man!

On the face, but still bewildered and pitiful.

Manggurtai shook his head: "Let's go."

As if they had been pardoned, the two women turned around and disappeared into the night.

Mangurtai looked at their backs.

"You still come out to blow the cold wind, be careful of the baby in your stomach."

It was these words just now that made him feel in a trance for a moment.

Although one speaks the Jurchen language and the other speaks the Ming dialect.

The loyal servant who spoke the Jurchen language had been brutally strangled before his mistress Yeh Shaman.

(End of this chapter)