Daming Yinghua

Chapter 398 Turning the clouds upside down

The man in the scribe's robe who stood forward wiped the blood from under his nose, straightened the sleeves of his robe, pushed away the German soldiers, said "I can walk on my own", and walked up to the invaders' horse with his head held high. forward.

Yue Tuo looked at him condescendingly, but his tone was not harsh: "You live in this city? What is your name? Civil servant or merchant? Military household or civilian household?"

The scribe said: "I am neither an official nor a businessman, but the people of the Ming Dynasty have names and surnames. My name is Xia Wenming, and I am a citizen of this city."

"The headscarf you are wearing is a kind of headscarf only used by scholars in the Ming Dynasty, right?"

"So what?" Xia Wenming said coldly.

"Nikankou, kneel down and answer your master's words!" Oboi on the side raised his riding whip as if to whip him.

Yue Tuo raised his hand to stop him and continued: "I heard that you scholars in the Ming Dynasty look down on soldiers the most. You are different from them."

Xia Wenming's chin was raised higher, but his eyes no longer only contained disgust and disdain for the invading barbarians, but a bit more solemnity, which he presented to Yue Tuo openly.

"Our guards and commanders are strong enough to fight hard, and they are like men. If you have the heart of a man on the battlefield, let me dress their bodies properly, bury them here, and build tombs and erect monuments."

Yue Tuo stared at Xia Wenming for a moment, then turned his head and said these words to Degerei in Jurchen language.

Mu Zaohua observed the subtle expressions of the two Belles while they were talking.

Soon, she reacted before the two men who really had the power of life and death.

“Mr. Don't burn the corpses. After the war, winning people's hearts and appeasing the prisoners are the most important things."

Xia Wenming could only understand the Chinese part, so he couldn't help but look at Mu Zaohua in surprise.

Mu Zaohua looked back calmly: "I am a Han from the Zhenglan Banner. The Great Khan and Beile treated our surrendered Han people very well, and allowed me to take the bannermen to do business. Mr. Xia, don't be surprised, you are so righteous. I should use the money I just earned to help you, and also to accumulate virtue for myself."

Xia Wenming was stunned for a moment, then gave Mu Zaohua a fist and looked back at Yue Tuo.

When Yue Tuo saw that this scholar from the Ming Dynasty did not say anything to Mu Zaohua, such as "You shameless woman who has forgotten her ancestors," he felt a little careless in his heart.

“Mr.

At dusk, Yue Tuo's soldiers, taking Mu Zaohua and Xia Wenming, returned from outside the city to the Efeu City military mansion where the Jianzhou generals were temporarily staying.

“Mr.

Yue Tuo put down the Ming Dynasty sword he was studying: "Is there anything going on at home?"

"Fortunately, Mr. Xia lives alone. Belle, I'm afraid those people will attack Mr. Xia again at noon. Can you let him stay here tonight?"

"Yes." Yue Tuo nodded at Mu Zaohua's suggestion and motioned to his soldiers to find a resting place for Xia Wenming.

The soldier asked inquiringly: "Master, do you want to tie him up?"

"No tying is allowed," Yue Tuan simply stood up, walked to Xia Wenming, who was standing sadly a few steps away, and said word by word: "In my founding state, the most respected people by the Great Khan and us banner leaders are also scholars. Mr. Xia looks at us like barbarians, but I can’t help but treat him with courtesy.”

Xia Wenming did not respond verbally or physically to the enemy leader, but left silently with his soldiers.

Yue Tuo gave a few instructions to another soldier, who took charge of guarding Xia Wenming all night and followed him.

Mu Zaohua came closer to Yue Tuan and said softly: "When I was digging the grave, I asked him where he came from. He was originally from Liaoyang, and he himself was a scholar, but he had a bad temper and couldn't stand the scribes there. In addition, since his parents were dead, he simply came to Efeu City and lived in the old house left by his grandfather's family. He wrote letters to people, helped businessmen to make contracts and other things, so as to earn some money from the dead boss. The baby learns to read with him, which is good for him.”

Yue Tuo listened carefully.

On the way back from Yizhou, Mu Zaohua had a deep conversation with him. She actually agreed with Sibeile Huang Taiji's approach, treating the Han people leniently, and slowly recruiting the literate Ming people on the Manchu-Han border. Just like Fan Wencheng who was brought from Fushun. Although Fan Wencheng finally died in Beijing, he lurked for more than half a year before his secret was exposed. This at least proved that the Han people were useful whether they were strengthening the internal civil affairs of the Jin Kingdom or being sent out as spies.

Therefore, when Mu Zaohua came forward to say those words today, Yue Tuo had already figured out that she wanted to recruit Xia Wenming. "Okay, let's see in the next few days. If he knows what's going on and is willing to go to Hetuala, I will talk to Uncle Huang Taiji and arrange for him to make a post first."

Mu Zaohua smiled lightly, then suddenly remembered something and added in a whisper: "Yue Beilemo said it was me who came up with the idea. I was afraid Sanbeile would be unhappy."

Yue Tuo frowned, then snorted: "He doesn't like Han people, but aren't you a Han person?"

Mu Zaohua said with sadness: "He is very good to me, so he no longer regards me as a Han. But in order to make him happy, and also to make the Khan happy, I whipped the Han people in the flag to wrap their clothes. In fact, I felt very uncomfortable. tight."

The voice of the woman who was close at hand became lower and lower, and then she fell into silence.

Yue Tuo waited for a while, but when he saw that she had no intention of continuing, he replied with the word "OK", then picked up the good knife that was captured from the guards of E Fei City and walked to the room that the soldiers had packed up.

Mu Zaohua lowered her head and looked at the moonlight under her feet.

During those days when she lived in Chongming, Mrs. Zheng also sat under the moonlight in the courtyard, teaching her the tips of understanding a man's mood and emotions.

The lady's tone was indifferent, like farmers discussing how to groom pigs.

The moon in the sky changed from a full moon to a starry moon.

Mu Zaohua discovered that it was the lady's calm and calm attitude that allowed her to completely distinguish Mr. Wu from the Tatar nobles who became the topic of their discussion, and prompted her to look at animals the same way. The latter, therefore, will not reveal the flaws of disgust when manipulating the emotions of Tatar men in today's situation.

When farmers are grooming pigs, they only have to focus.

Mu Zaohua ate the dry food and hot porridge that A Xue brought her, and was about to take a rest when she heard Dege's voice.

"You and Yue Beile have been talking for a long time." Dege came out of the shadows.

"Otherwise?" When there were no other Jianzhou men around, Mu Zaohua adopted a completely different way of speaking than during the day, "Degelei, please teach me how I should serve your red flag leader?"

"Serve?"

"Yes, the owner of the flag with the red flag ran all the way to Yizhou, stinging me like a leech, and wanted to buy copper. Should I slap him in anger and return to Hetuala, or should I just talk to him nicely? What if he coaxes you to take a long-term approach? If it’s the previous approach, do you think I’m worthy of it? If it’s the latter approach, wouldn’t it mean that your relationship with Zhenglanqi will not be the same as with Xianghongqi? Is the white flag one that bad?”

Dege was stunned by Mu Zaohua's string of questions, and he suddenly returned to the situation when he was robbed of his love by her when he was fleeing in Mongolia.

Mu Zaohua stepped forward and said to Degerei with cathartic cruelty: "Don't be so self-righteous in spying on me. My feelings for Sanbeile are not something you, who have been quarreling with Fujin all day long, can understand."

Degerei looked at this face so close to him, his breath quickened with annoyance: "You, you, you are not allowed to say that to me and Fujin!"

The words that came out exuded a clear and foolish childishness, which was completely different from the murderous and ferocious spirit of the master when commanding the siege during the day.

Mu Zaohua weighed her options, then turned into a depressed look, and said to herself: "Yes, why should I laugh at you two? At least you can be together under the same roof. And what about me? Can I really do this? Be your sister-in-law?”

She turned around and sat on the moonlit stone, and said to Axue, who had already retreated timidly, "Bring me my cigarette pole."

Seeing that Mu Zaohua didn't walk away, Derge Lei felt less angry for some reason.

After standing there for a while, the young Belle spoke loudly: "I haven't asked you yet, did you endure hardships when you went to Yizhou?"

"You didn't have to endure hardship, but you did eat something really good." Mu Zaohua took the cigarette rod from A Xue, "It's the stuff you wear here, and it's the same as the hibiscus shell soup that saved your life in Mongolia. A flower blooms. However, that soup is medicine, and this divine crow ointment is a tonic."

Mu Zaohua put it on skillfully, took a few sips, and her voice softened: "It not only replenishes the body, but also makes people forget their troubles."

Degerei saw the woman's hand reaching out, as if she had used her helmet to bring him medicinal soup.

"Derge, you can try it too."