Daming Yinghua

Chapter 152
When Zheng Haizhu was figuring out how to piece together Nurhachifaming's perjury in Manchu in the Zhenghuangqi yamen, Mu Zaohua and Aya, who were accompanying Yilanzhu and brought by Manggurtai, came to the outskirts of Hetuala to serve the Erhaqi and his wife visited the grave.

Yi Lanzhu's half-brother, Amin Baylor, who is already the owner of the Xianglan Banner, continued to avoid suspicion as expected, and only his other brother, Jierharang, was present.

Jierhalang was brought by Nurhachi's side since he was a child. He is closer to his uncle than to his father Shuerhaqi, and has a good relationship with his cousins ​​such as Mangurtai. Suspicion to go to Nurhachi.

After all, Yi Lanzhu is a young woman in her 20s who has experienced some sophistication in the world. From the performance of her brothers, she has begun to believe that her father, Shuerhaqi, did not die of illness.

Amidst the crow's piercing cries, the daughter of Jianzhou, who had returned from a long journey, had long since faded away from her old resentment towards her father for sending her to the Li family of the Ming Dynasty as a concubine. But it was a few dead bones buried in the grotto under the snow.

When she found Fucha Fujin's grave, Yi Lanzhu saw the desolate scene of overgrown grass, and pictures of being protected and loved by a loving mother when she was a child and a teenager flashed through her mind. How painful it must have been for Er Niang to not be able to see her for the last time when she was dying.

Thinking of this, Yilanzhu was suddenly filled with grief, anger, and grief. She threw herself into the snowdrift with a wow, hugging her mother's stone tablet with scribbled inscriptions, and burst into tears.

After a while, he fainted.

Mang Gurtai was shocked, stepped forward to pick up Yilanzhu, and pinched her among the people.

A horsehide water bag was handed over.

Mu Zaohua's soft but eager voice sounded: "Baile, this is the ginseng soup we made."

Mang Gurtai grabbed it and poured a few mouthfuls into his sister's mouth.

He found that the surface of the water sac was actually hot, as if with body temperature, so he couldn't help but glance at Mu Zaohua.

This young Ming woman, with ruddy cheeks, and two round deer-like clever eyes, stared at Yi Lanzhu anxiously.

"You slave, you are meticulous." Mangurtai said in a deep voice.

Mu Zaohua was treated tenderly and kindly by Yi Lanzhu all the way, and she took care of each other with a little sincerity, and didn't feel any awkwardness.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that she was so close to Mangurtai, a Jianzhou tartar, and she felt a wave of disgust in her chest, and hurriedly backed away.

In Mangurtai's view, this move turned into a feeling of embarrassment and fear, which made him feel strange.

After taking a few sips of ginseng soup, Yi Lanzhu regained her composure, and began to cry sadly again.

Ji Erharang helped Mang Gurtai to comfort him, telling some lies about Fucha Fujin not suffering much when he left, and Yi Lanzhu gradually stopped sobbing.

……

The day before Yilanzhu was about to leave Hetuala and return to Liaoyang was the day when Jianzhou Jurchen offered sacrifices to "Mother Wanli".

"Wanli mother" refers to the fourth wife of Li Chengliang, the former Liaodong general.It is said that Nurhachi was taken under the tent by Li Chengliang as a soldier. He was told that the seven red moles on the soles of his feet were like the Big Dipper. Li Chengliang suspected that this was the spirit of the emperor, so he wanted to kill Nurhachi. But he was killed by Li Chengliang to vent his anger.

The Jurchens were grateful to the fourth lady for saving their sweat, so they honored her as "Mother Wanli" and paid homage to her every winter.

When Zheng Haizhu heard about the origin of this festival in Hetuala, she was quite speechless.

In fact, as soon as she arrived in Liaoyang, she asked Mao Wenlong about the relationship between Li Chengliang and the Jianzhou Jurchen.Mao Wenlong told her very clearly that Li Chengliang had never taken in the Nurhachi brothers as adopted sons or personal soldiers, but had always been good at using the internal contradictions of the Jurchens to maintain peace in Liaodong.When the Ming army killed Nurhachi's father by mistake, Li Chengliang rewarded the Nurhachi brothers with some property to appease them.Later, the Li family and Shuerhaqi got married, and it was Li Chengliang who deliberately supported one and attacked the other in order to separate the two Jianzhou Jurchen brothers.

Therefore, most of the saying that Wanli's mother saved her life was used by Nurhachi to deceive Jurchens.

But the Jurchens, who were fooled by the supreme leader, are really very cautious about this festival.

Because the legendary fourth lady was naked when she attracted Li Zongbing's attention, every Jurchen family was not allowed to go out on the night of commemorating Wanli's mother, so as not to see Wanli's mother without clothes and be disrespectful to her.

So, after the sun went down that day, there was really no movement outside.

During the day, Zheng Haizhu found that something was wrong with Mu Zaohua. When packing her luggage, she didn't hear him order her to do things several times, as if she was immersed in her own deep thoughts.

At the turn of the [-]s, Zheng Haizhu said to Mu Zaohua: "Let's go to bed early, Aya and that old woman will serve Yilanzhu together tonight, and you will be sleepy when you leave tomorrow. You should take care of her and take care of her on the way."

Mu Zaohua agreed.

In the darkness, it didn't take long before she heard Zheng Haizhu's slightly heavy but steady and even breathing.

She was already familiar with Miss Zheng's habit of falling asleep right away.

As soon as Ms. Zheng hit her head on the pillow, all her calculations would leave that holey heart. This body was like a stone thrown into a lake and fell asleep.

Mu Zaohua carefully got up from the kang, tied up the cotton coat, wrapped it in a fur coat, packed the things she needed, and tiptoed out of the room.

The bitter cold of deep winter hit her face, almost choking her to cough.She held back desperately, first looked around to make sure that there was no one near or far.

At this time, the Aixinjueluo family is just the leader of the tribe, and has not yet reached the level of security at three steps, one post, and five steps, one sentry.A Baylor like Mang Gurtai would not even arrange guards to patrol the palm-sized area of ​​his house on a freezing night.

There are seven or eight kang huts in Manggurtai's house, and Zheng Haizhu temporarily lives in one of them, which is next to the firewood shed on the far side, and can be drilled through the gaps in the fence.

Mu Zaohua hunched over and squeezed out of the fence.

The nasal cavity seems to have adapted to the cold air, and the mind becomes clearer.

Without hesitation, Mu Zaohua ran straight to the "Khan King Well" a hundred steps away.

"Throw it in and poison them to death!"

Mu Zaohua whispered as she walked, and soon approached the well.

As soon as she stopped, the door of the "Great Yamen of the Khan Palace" in front of her suddenly creaked open.

Mu Zaohua froze instantly.

this hour?how come!
Didn't it mean that the Jurchens locked themselves in the house tonight!

The Tartars, the octagonal pavilion where the discussions were held, clearly had no light, so how could the old chief discuss matters in the dark?
Mu Zaohua felt a chill rushing towards Tianling Gai.

It's too late to turn around and run, where is she running with a sweeping view of the yard?
She stared blankly at the front door.

When she saw two figures and a lantern coming out of it, she heard Zheng Haizhu's angry reprimand behind her.

"Damn girl! Sneak out to drink water!"

……

Sitting in the dark and cold Khan Palace, Mang Gurtai recited the incantation taught to him by the Jianzhou shaman, and asked the only guard who followed him to open the gate.

He was looking forward to seeing the ghost of his beloved witch on the snow, whether it was charming or enchanting, or dripping with blood, he could accept it.

He believed that the witch would return to the place where her body was separated and her soul dissipated to meet him.

However, what he saw was quite different from what he expected.

The shrewd and cunning merchant woman surnamed Zheng in the Ming Dynasty was beating her servant by the well.

Mang Gurtai strode over and shouted, "What are you doing!"

Mu Zaohua fell to the ground and mourned, "I did something wrong and was fined not to drink water, but my throat was so thirsty that it was about to smoke, so I secretly came out to drink well water."

Zheng Haizhu seemed to be tired from the beating, panting and said to Mang Gurtai: "Sanbeile, tell me, should such a disobedient dog slave deserve to be beaten."

"Snapped!"

A slap hit Zheng Haizhu's cheek.

Zheng Haizhu felt dizzy all of a sudden, but before he could feel the pain, he fell into the snowdrift.

Soon, the night sky in front of her was replaced by a vicious face.

Mang Gurtai grabbed her by the collar, lifted her up, gritted his teeth and said, "You are the dog slave."

For a moment, Mangurtai's hand was already on the waist knife, and in the next moment he could pull out the sharp blade, and easily cut the neck of the Ming woman in his hand like slaughtering a chicken.

This nasty bedbug!
It must have been she, who disturbed the witch's ghost.

But what was the reason for killing her?
The reason for killing her would make father, the supreme Jurched wolf, see himself as worse than a bug.

Mangurtai's chest rose and fell several times, and finally calmed down.

He threw away Zheng Haizhu, stunned for a moment in the snow, and leaned over to help Mu Zaohua up.

"Did you drink from the well?" he asked.

Mu Zaohua shook her head.

"Drink quickly, I'll watch you drink."

Mu Zaohua took two steps in a state of exhaustion, and went to get the wooden spoon.

The surface of the well of the Jurchens is very high, and people can scoop water by leaning on the edge of the well.

Mu Zaohua's heart was pounding, she tucked her sleeves, afraid that the paper bag containing arsenic would fall out.

Behind her, Manggurtai said coldly to Zheng Haizhu: "If Yilan Zhu Gege hadn't said that she wanted to ask you to ask jujube flowers to serve her, I would have kept her. Remember, on the way back, no more Beat her."

Zheng Haizhu wiped the blood from his mouth, made a dejected attitude, and responded with a series of voices.

(End of this chapter)