Contest (IV)

After fighting with the Mongols for so many years, one day he suddenly woke up from his dream and found himself a Mongolian. King Yan Zhu Di could not help but admit the absurdity of reality. After sending someone to arrange a rest for Chen Tianxing, he circled around the round table in the central army tent. Xu Zengshou and Zhang Zhengxin were still looking at him at first, waiting for him to make a decision. Later, they were really dizzy, so they just brought a cup of tea and savored it on their own. As for the taste of the tea at this time, no one could taste it. They were also frightened by Chen Tianxing's suggestion. The other party was right. This was a huge deal, it depends on whether you have the courage to trade.

After turning for more than an hour, Zhu Di threw himself into Zhang with a "bang", and raised his head, looked at the eyes of the two of them and asked word by word: "You guys, do you see if I look like a Mongolian?"

Xu Zengshou looked at Zhu Di's face with a national character that was stained by the dust of the sect and smiled, "It's not like you are much better looking than the Mongolians. Their eyes are like Chen Tianxing. I always feel scared after seeing it."

"What about you, you are honest," Zhu Di felt relieved when Xu Zengshou said that. He let him go for the time being and grabbed Zhang Zhengxin, who was bowing his head and pretending to drink tea, and asked.

"I don't think it looks like it, but Your Highness is not very similar to the Han people. We call it Lai clan in this way."

"Laic clan", Xu Zengshou sprayed tea directly onto the table in front of him, and almost fainted. The three of them laughed. When they couldn't solve the problem, telling a joke was a good way to divert attention and relax. Chang Mao, a powerful general in the Northern Army, was best at this. Those who were close to the ink were black. After a long time, Zhang Zhengxin also got some of his true teachings.

The Lai clan was originally a ethnic group in the south. During the Yuan Dynasty, the Han people were discriminated against, so many people tried their best to post some Mongolian or semen bloodlines to themselves. Although they were bullied as much as they were, they always thought that their bloodline was a little nobler than their companions. The slightest and narrow-minded people named this generation "Lai clan" and gave their meaning of "Lai clan". Today, Chen Tianxing wanted Zhu Di to pretend to be his mother as the Mongolian, which was in line with the conditions for the "Lai clan", but Zhang Zhengxin called it this way.

"I always think this is not the right way. His Jinshan tribe will surrender if he is willing to surrender, and if he is unwilling to surrender, he will fight if he is unwilling to surrender. What is this going on?" After everyone laughed enough, Zhang Zhengxin seriously suggested.

"I think the transaction proposed by Chen Tianxing is feasible. The nobles of the Kingsoft tribe obviously don't want to continue fighting anymore, but they have to give the tribe warriors an explanation, so they came up with such a way to deceive themselves. Besides, we are not sure to quickly solve the Kingsoft tribe. But in this way, your highness is..." Xu Zengshou was serious and expressed his opinion cautiously.

He didn't finish his words, but everyone understood the meaning. Zhu Di was deeply touched by this. Among all the princes, Zhu Di made the most contributions and was most excluded by the public. Several brothers and younger brothers have complained more than once that Zhu Yuanzhang had been partial to his military achievements and had made the fourth brother establish his military achievements. Especially after Zhu Yuanzhang issued an order that "in the future, in the battle to expand territory, whoever captures the land will be his fiefdom." The princes even regarded the King of Yan as a thorn in his eyes, wishing to divide his army immediately, and then everyone swept the world. They could not see the risk of fighting outside Huairou City to be left with only one guard, and they only had the infinite scenery of strategizing and winning thousands of miles. If Zhu Di had another rumor about a Mongolian mother, it would have added a weapon to slander him to other princes.

Zhu Di has no longer had an impression of his mother. He was raised by Empress Ma since he was a child and was as close as his mother to the crown prince Zhu Biao. In his own mind, Emperor Ma was his biological mother. But as he grew older, he felt that he was different from his brothers. Both brothers were either as gentle as his brother Zhu Biao, or as strong as his father, with natural ruthlessness. However, he had both styles, and was much taller than his brothers and younger brothers, and his face shape was also very different. If it were ordinary people's homes, it would be difficult for outsiders to believe that they were brothers of the same father.

When he was young, Zhu Di asked Zhu Yuanzhang who his biological mother was. Whenever he was at this time, Zhu Yuanzhang either told Zhu Di that his mother had died early or was furious. People in the palace would be unhappy for several days, so this topic was particularly sensitive. As time passed, Zhu Di himself no longer wanted to ask again. Today, Chen Tianxing's deal aroused his thoughts.

"I don't care about my brothers and brothers. Anyway, the prince is in good health and is deeply loved by my father. All the ministers respect it. No matter how hard everyone works, the throne is the prince's brother. They see me as annoying, and there are so many topics, so adding this one is nothing. After this transaction, we can kill many brothers in and out in and out of the battle, and the dilemma of Daning can be solved earlier. The boy under Puying's tent brought his baggage in and out, but we are still unable to save him. I feel really guilty. Just how to give the father to the emperor.

An explanation is serious. After all, if the father does not nod, it will be useless for us to make trouble." After hesitating for a long time, Zhu Di finally made a decision. The day for meeting with the leaders of various tribes in Liaodong this Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. In the near future, there is no condition for a decisive battle with the Jinshan tribe in terms of arms and time. It is better to slow down, wait for the emperor's will, wait for Wu'anguo, and wait for Wu'anguo. After he stabilizes the situation in Peiping, everyone joins hands again. The King of Yan still believes that as long as Wu'anguo is here, there will be no problem that cannot be solved.

"I think so, we report the current situation and Chen Tianxing's suggestions as they are. Long live the king is not a hero. The old ministers in the court are also far-sighted, so we can definitely come up with the best way. Whether it is war or peace, we will do as we do." Xu Zengshou thought carefully and suggested that Zhu Yuanzhang decide this matter himself, so that everyone's responsibility will be lighter. In addition to his own interests, the King of Yan could consider the life and death of his brothers in the army, and he could not help but prepare a few more moves for him.

"No matter what others say about Your Highness, or what if your Highness is really a Mongolian, without Your Highness, there would be no Beiping and Zhenbei Army. Anyway, we will always stand by your Highness." Zhang Zhengxin knew the difficulties of the King of Yan and said frankly. Without the new policy of Peking, there would be no life for his family now. He would make such a choice in terms of emotions and vested interests. Not only him, most of the soldiers of the Zhenbei Army had unconsciously tied their fate to Peiping, and they all lost and prospered.

The memorial of King Zhu Di of Yan was only two days later than the secret report of the Jinyiwei. He kept changing horses on the road and escorted the memorial to more than a dozen soldiers rushed into the capital in dust. The people on the streets heard the sound of horse hooves and hid on both sides and kept talking.

"Uncle, what's wrong? These soldiers seem to come from Jiangbei."

"Hi, what else can I do? Let's win the battle. The northern Tartars have been fighting with us for almost half a year, and it's time to decide the outcome."

"No, I think this matter is a bit mysterious. If you win a battle, you should run along the street and shout. Just like the voice of General Lan Yu's messenger who was the messenger scared my old sows to pieces."

"If you think the Northern Army is like Lan Yu, they are so steady. Just look at the clothes and know that they are very different from others."

"It's just that whistle in the flowers, and it looks like a toad skin. And their weird boots, which were sold in Peking, were sold very expensively. My son bought a pair, spent a month's meal money, and was almost worn in the quilt like a treasure. But it's true that the Zhenbei Army can fight, and I haven't heard that they have lost."

"Yes, the little sixth son next to my house was clamoring to go to Liaodong to participate in the Northern Army two days ago. His father was so scared that he didn't dare to come out to do serious business all day long, and he watched it without leaving any steps."

"Hey, you have no eyes on the sword. If you are a sword in the Northern Army, you will be invulnerable. But then again, the so-called wealth and honor are sought in danger. In the past two years, the officials in the Northern Army have been promoted the fastest and have the most titles, and the titles of the national sect have been awarded to a lot of national sects."

"What's wrong with the national senator? There is no salary." Some people said with jealousy and envy.

"Although I have no salary, I am glorious in the family and I don't worship the officials, and I will treat the same as the juren."

These days, bad things, good things, good things, bad things come one after another, and it is dazzling every day. The people have become accustomed to the speed of life that has gradually accelerated. Some new things have added topics to chat. Anyway, no matter how powerful the Mongolians are, they can't come to the capital. It's almost half a year, and they are still staying outside the pass. If you know how to read, buy tomorrow's newspapers or the day after tomorrow. The news brought by the soldiers will soon appear on it. The court seemed to have seen the quickness of newspapers to convey news. If there are any new things or orders, they are always the first to reveal them to the newspaper. There are now more and more big newspapers in the capital, "Beiping Xinbao", "Beiping" and "Beiping".

The two northern newspapers in Spring and Autumn are still more pirated than genuine ones. Local newspapers such as Jiangnan News and Liangjiang Old News are not pirated because they are close to the place. It is said that the north is the opposite of this. The merchants there send special people to watch the news here. In addition to bringing letters, the couriers who deliver weekly journals will definitely bring a large bag of newspapers on their backs. The merchants on both sides have turned a blind eye to this. After all, in this era, no one has the financial resources to buy newspapers in another place to read, and no merchant has the financial resources to deliver their newspapers thousands of miles away. Through pirated communication, it has become a major feature of the Ming newspaper industry.

What disappointed the newspaper and the perverted people was that after the group of soldiers delivered the letter to the palace, there was no news from the Dameni. When asked about the content of the letter, the soldiers shook their heads and said it was a confidential memorial, which would lose their heads after reading it. In their mouths, the Zhenbei Army had no other great victory to show off in recent days except for the small-scale massacre thieves. They came and went north with the emperor's secret order, which was also mysterious.

This is a secret, and there must be very amazing news. The newspaper merchants with keen sense of smell held their breath nervously and sent people to sigh everywhere every day. From the eunuchs of the palace to the servants of ministers, from the capital to Peking, several newspapers tried their best to find any clues. Only Zhan Zhen, the owner of the "Beiping Xinbao", who is known as the most well-informed, evasively said, "There will be a distinction within a month." Everyone was so angry that they greeted his family behind their backs. This boss Zhan was the character of the leopard chopping flesh on his legs. If he was asked to take the lead, he would have to look at his face when sharing the news.

Zhan Zhen didn't know what the inside story was. The only advantage that he had more than everyone was that he was close to Wu'anguo. From clues around Wu'anguo, he found that this matter had a great relationship with the Kingsoft tribe. The Kingsoft tribe was far north of Liaodong, and his fellow servants had not yet reached the Kingsoft tribe and returned alive, so he could only wait, wait for the truth to come out, and wait for himself to seize the interests in it. Nowadays, the news is one step ahead of the news, and the backwards can keep following others and suck it. The experience of making money over the years tells Zhan Zhen this unsatisfactory truth.

Deep in the distant grassland, the warriors of the Jinshan tribe were eager for the truth of the matter. The old rival Wu Anguo, who made them hate, fear and admire, returned to Peking. What would this devilish figure like Su Ceyu bring to everyone? No one dared to think about it. The difficult life of the survivor outside Huairou City, which was missing arms and legs, became an indelible shadow in everyone's eyes. After the war in Liaodong, everyone's life was getting worse and worse, with fewer cattle and sheep, tea, lacquerware,

There were fewer and fewer pots and pans, and the smiles on women's faces were getting smaller and smaller. After three years of war, children were not allowed to set off firecrackers to avoid shocking everyone and thinking that the Northern Army was coming. This fearful life was not something that everyone could live, and everyone did not know how long it would take. If they wanted to move west, the Mongolian tribes in the south of the desert blocked the way west. For the benefit of the entire Mongolian people, they could only be sacrificed to the heaven of immortality as sacrifices, and burying themselves under the fire of the Han people was their ultimate destiny.

What puzzled the warriors was that the nobles of the tribe are now relaxed and no longer force everyone to train to go to the battlefield every day. The herdsmen seized this opportunity to gain weight for the livestock in autumn. Winter is coming, and this place is not as fat as Kaiyuan. In the long and cold winter, one more fat meat will make you more hope of survival. The cattle and sheep are like this, and people are the same. In the face of survival, all other reasons appear small and humble. The war is coming, and the mysterious and tense atmosphere is so depressing that people can't breathe.

In the big tent deep in the grassland, the wrinkles on the old Taiwei Guantong's face were as deep as cracks on the ground. After Naha went to war, Guantong succeeded the position of Taiwei Yuan, and the Jinshan tribes were nominally subordinate to him. The fate of more than 300,000 people was in his hands, forcing him to give up many of the things he had insisted on, including the honor of being a Mongolian warrior.

Some confused subordinates had asked him why he no longer prepared for the war, but he was ruling it with the excuse of "get the exact news, the Zhenbei Army will not attack in the near future." At this time, he had to wait for the news from Hu and Lu (Chen Tianxing), and wait for the answer to the legend and Zhu Di's reaction.

As long as you close your eyes, the scene of the meeting with Hu He Lu a few months ago will appear in front of him. This will not be true, this will not be true. Lao Guantong desperately warned himself not to think randomly, but his thinking went in this direction. It was like a drowning person who suddenly grabbed a straw, knowing that it was impossible to save his life, but he still would not give up the last glimmer of hope.

"Hu Helu, do you say that rumor is true. He is really the son of our Kinshanbe Narentoya (Kanokung)"?

"This news is absolutely true. Menggenqiqige (Silk Flower), who was plundered with Princess Narentoya, is still alive. On the grassland deep in the Korqin tribe, Narentoya is also alive. She just doesn't want to see us. We gave him to the emperor back then and let her down too much. She will never forgive us. But I can't find out the truth about the matter if she was thirteen months pregnant." Chen Tianxing looked solemn, not like he was making up a lie at all.

Lao Guantong felt a sudden terrible thought. It was said that Narentoya was pregnant before she was plundered. If she was thirteen months pregnant, it means that she had already conceived the flesh and blood of the late emperor when she was presented to Zhu Yuanzhang, the robber leader. Zhu Di, an enemy in Liaodong who was irreconcilable with the Jinshan tribe, was his nephew, and perhaps the blood of the late emperor. According to the old rules of the capable Mongolians taking over the position, he should be qualified to become a great Khan of the entire Mongolian race. God of immortality, what happened to you? Do you want the Mongolians to recreate the glory of Genghis Khan in this way?

Take the portrait of Zhu Di and the portrait of Emperor Shun from Hu Helu and put it together. Watching Tong's nose suddenly felt sore. The young man was vaguely his shadow back then. His smile and eyes were so similar to his sister Na Rentoya. His flesh and blood made him really want to rush over and give Zhu Di a deep hug now.

"He is definitely Na Rentoya's child, but he doesn't look like the late emperor at all." After comparing for a long time, Guantong was still a little hesitant.

"I know, but at this time we can get the best treatment. Now the strength of the Yuan and Ming dynasties is too different. When the two armies are in a stalemate, the final victory depends on national strength. When the battle situation is clear, we will not be able to return this condition. We should pay attention to the timing when doing business." Hu and Lu simply analyze the gains and losses of the transaction from the perspective of interests, "When will they treat the Kingsoft as one? Why should we take the blame for them? It is not as easy as it can be done. Just change the portrait of the late emperor. There is no need to ruin our Kingsoft 300,000 people alone."

Seeing his companions who grew up together with him randomly smearing the portrait of the late emperor with their pens, the children were silent. It was a secret that Narentoya was plundered on her way home to visit her relatives. With her personality, there were 10,000 wild girls who might have escaped by themselves, but no one knows how they met Zhu Yuanzhang and how they became his concubine. Over the years, everyone said that they were robbed by Chang Yuchun, the general under Zhu Yuanzhang, and presented them to Zhu Yuanzhang as a gift, and finally died in depression. However, at that time, Zhu Yuanzhang was in Jiangnan, so how could he have the time to go to the north to plunder people and a concubine who was not favored? If the Jinshan tribe was not to please the emperor, Narentoya should have been the happiest pair of wild geese on the grassland with Hu Helu. Unfortunately, one is still alive and one is alone.

"Hu and Lu, you should find a woman to marry. No matter what, Na Rentoya can't marry you again. You are covered with blood from the noblest Mongolian lineage, so you can't break it like this."

"What is noble? I am not a stallion. As long as Rentoya is still alive for one day, I will wait for her for one day until one day I know that she is indeed no longer in this world, so I will never miss you anymore." Chen Tianxing shook his eyes and said with a smile that saw through everything, "It is your business to reappear the glory of the Great Soldiers, I only chase what is in my heart."

"Sister, my brother drove a car to sell salt. He walked for 400 miles. The strong wind and snow blocked the way back. My sister, my brother drove a car and returned. He walked for 400 miles and found all the grassland without seeing your shadow..." The long tone of the shepherd's man sounded on the quiet grassland, melodious and sad.

Notes for Drunkard: 1. Zhu Di’s mother’s mystery is a legend. After the Mongolians returned to the north, it was said that Zhu Di was the son of Emperor Shun of Yuan. The legend of Drunkard is just like Qianlong was born in the Chen family in Jiangnan. It is just a spiritual comfort. As for the story of Valentine’s Day, as for what happened to Na Rentoya, Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Tianxing, think about it yourself. If you have time, write a copy to everyone for free.

2. The Mongolian long tune is a folk song with uncertain lyrics. "Salt Trading" is one of them, and it is the widely circulated love song.
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