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Chapter 1042 Grassland
I answered that I received the congratulatory letter from Da Ming Zi on the first day of the eighth year of Wanli.

In the previous two months, he was on pins and needles.

Last year, the news that Ma Fang was sick and resigned from office and went to the court to recuperate spread outside the Great Wall, but it made An Dahan feel relieved for a while, and even sent someone to visit Ma Fang with gifts, hoping that Ma Fang would not die.

After all, we are old friends. In fact, there is another reason... I answer that I am also sick and cannot be a director.

At this time, Daming suddenly sent heavy troops to Chengguan, no wonder I Dahan was nervous.

Those two months outside the Fortress were like years. At the beginning, San Niangzi led fifty armored cavalry to try to enter the Fortress to release the misunderstanding, but the guard at the city gate was changed. Army, just teach her to wait for the emperor's edict with peace of mind.

In fact, the imperial edict had already arrived at the Xuanfu, but the emperor ordered in the telegram not to issue it early, so I had to let Alta see the New Year’s greeting edict before the letter could be circulated. Therefore, the soldiers dispatched by the capital were the first to be seen outside the Great Wall.

The emperor knew very well what "time difference" was. The time he wrote the letter was not equal to the time when the people heard and saw the letter. He had to ensure that everything was done at the same time.

So Altan Khan on the sickbed saw the first letter and was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat and couldn't explain it, and the second letter that harassed him came right after.

If it wasn't for Emperor Chen Bing's Jingjing School in Xuanfu, I would probably just listen to what the letter said as a joke, because the emperor blamed him...it happened several years ago.

He became a lama in Qinghai, preached the yellow religion, and fought several battles. The most recent incidents all happened in the summer of the year before last.

After that, I Da has been recuperating and worshiping Buddha in Guihua City, not caring about worldly affairs.

Now that things have passed for so long, the emperor sent a letter to quarrel with me, and I replied with a smile and passed.

If you said you would not allow it to be done, I will not do it. I have finished it, so what is the use of you writing to scold me?
However, a guard of elite soldiers was stationed on the Great Wall of Senai.

I am afraid of this guard army, and even more afraid of the emperor's determination to declare war to the north; he is afraid of the emperor's determination to resume the war against him, and he is even more afraid of Mongolia, which is internally disturbed at this time.

Even Saibei Shengshi, like his old friend Ma Fang, is old and sick. What's worse is that Ma Fang, who is lying on the sickbed, can still use the authority of the court to restrain the frontier army, but he has nothing to rely on. other tribes.

And I know very well that Daming already knew the news that he can only sit cross-legged on the sickbed, eat fast and chant the Buddha - because Ma Fang is only willing to retire and return home because he sees that he is no longer a threat.

Otherwise, the Han general who was taken from his slave body by him when he was young, would use his flesh and bones to confront him across the Great Wall to his death.

There is a second letter, and there will be a third letter. The third order of the emperor is that the third lady will lead two hundred armored horses to enter the customs to participate in the capital parade in March this year.

"do not go!"

I Da stared, his face under the Mongolian round cap was covered with dark spots, his skin was so slack that it covered the nasolabial folds between his mouth and nose, he had to breathe hard several times every time he uttered a word, and his horseshoe sleeves Holding the rosary chain made of Dongzhu tightly with his withered hands, he made a creaking sound, and he repeated as if meaningless: "Wanli, Wanli!"

When he was young, he was never afraid of Jiajing.

Even in his old age, he never feared Long Qing.

But at this moment, he was very worried and afraid of Wanli.

"Let Qi Qingha go, let him go, you don't want to go."

But the third lady is still young, very young, she is only over [-] years old, she dresses like a woman from the Ming Dynasty, in fact she is not only the Queen of Gold Bell in Mongolia, but also the loyal wife of the Ming Dynasty, and is also the wife of the Ming Dynasty. A link to the Mott Department.

"Qiqingha, does he dare to go?" The third lady smiled slyly. Qiqingha is my eldest son Xinai Huangtaiji. She stood while watching the servant pack up and said to me: "Old man Not only you, but he is also old. When he was young, he didn’t listen to your words and often invaded Han territory. Now you want to send him to the Ming Dynasty. Your eldest son may not come back alive, and Gongshi will disappear in the future. "

Things on the grassland usually only need one person to bring about great changes, just like the period when Alta was the most powerful, at that time there was a white lotus believer named Zhao Quan beside him as his staff, Tu Mochuan counted Wan Jiaqi rides through Han Jia.

But after Zhao Quan was sent to the Great Wall to be killed, everything changed. The Han craftsmen became the private property of the various Taijis. Over the past few years, their craftsmanship and output have not improved much. People exchange workers for the Great Wall City. Trade items in exchange for richer family property of the tribal adults.

"I want to take your youngest son, Butasli, to Beijing. He is your youngest son, but he has nothing. Don't you think this is partial?" The third lady mentioned that Butasili was her only son, Said: "He should see more things, and he shouldn't always play with children as old as him in the tribe."

"He's only 12 years old. What do you want me to give him?" I said too much, coughed violently, and said slowly, "I'll give him ten thousand fine horse guards just like I gave you." Is it?"

"He should have his own tribe and horse farm, he is also your son, that's what he deserves!"

Most of the affairs of the tribe, outside the tribe, and the negotiations with the Ming Dynasty have been transferred to the hands of San Niangzi. Like the husband surrounded by deep worries, he is also immersed in deep worries.

If one day I am gone, only her own son can protect her, but her son has nothing, which makes her worry, and there is anger in her worry: "Do you expect someone to bully him in the future, let me go Do you personally lead the cavalry to attack others?"

The servants began to put on the armor for the third lady. It was a complicated and heavy set of iron floats, with more than a dozen parts inside and outside, which were put on by four servants one by one, and the third lady could still move freely.

She carried a bright general sword on her waist, and two bows and two bags of arrows were hung on the back of the iron-shoe horse outside the king's tent. The most loyal servant led the little prince's horse to the tent.

The little man who inherited his mother's beauty is not as rough as he was born on the way to the battle, but with a little delicacy that is rarely seen on the grassland. He is playing with a big straw grasshopper on horseback, and seems to have no idea where he is going. .

Armored cavalry dressed in neat Ming armor lined up on both sides of the line, and the tribal people helped the old and the young to watch the excitement. The third lady with the helmet and armor left Ida sat in the king's tent and recited the dharma.

Behind her, the leopard-tailed long flag fluttered in the wind, and in the distance on the grassland under the blue sky and white clouds, a huge blue city under construction rose up.

(End of this chapter)