Hai Lanzhu sat in the carriage with fur cushions and a stove, wearing a thick mink coat, but she still didn't feel a trace of warmth, and she lifted the curtains made of thick cotton quilts a little crack, allowing the biting wind outside to blow in with snowflakes and lap on her face with heavy makeup.

The two maids who sat in the corner of the carriage with low eyebrows shrank to resist the cold wind, and they didn't dare to go over and put down the curtains, and they didn't dare to hang their heads and sit down. They knew that the young lady was in a bad mood.

The scenery outside the window changes rapidly with the gallop of the carriage, the residential villages, the wilderness and the mountains, and the smoke looming in the snow and mist.

Recalling the last time her mother tidied up her makeup, Hai Lanzhu's tears couldn't stop falling, her mother Borgit, the princess of the Mongolian Horqin Department, and her claustrophobic father Azig were imprisoned in one place, where it was, Hai Lanzhu didn't know, and her brother and Du didn't know, but on the eve of Hai Lanzhu's departure for Datong, Borgit was sent back so that their mother and daughter could meet, and as usual, the mother would also teach her married daughter some things.

Mother held Hai Lanzhu's long hair, carefully combed each strand of hair, and said softly: "The imperial court sent you to marry, although you are married to a Nanban, you are not as noble as our bannermen, but I heard that this Nanban is very unusual, he is a figure who killed the regent, and even your father admires him very much." We are women, we want to marry this kind of hero, you pass, you are not at home, women have to endure hardship, stand angry, Han people and our banner people have enmity, you have to endure more, no parents and brothers by your side, all rely on yourself, the future road, you have to go by yourself. ”

Thinking of these words, Hai Lanzhu's heart became colder and colder, and she held the purse given by her mother in her palm, which contained her favorite Songluo tea.

It is not uncommon for the clan to be close to each other in the Manchurian Eight Banners, and it is not uncommon to intermarry with Mongolia every year, but Hai Lanzhu is still the first to intermarry with the Han people.

She knows that the reason why she was chosen has a lot to do with her father's loss of power, not long ago that night, her father went to the Forbidden City to discuss matters and did not come back, in the middle of the night, the two yellow flag soldiers of the brigade surrounded the palace, closed the gate, Hai Lanzhu was in her own show building, and also heard the sound of fighting and screaming with weapons, and the house was unknown and did not dare to go out.

It wasn't until dawn that news came in that I learned that the emperor and the queen mother had decreed that the Council of Ministers of the King of Parliament had been claustrophobic on charges of great disrespect and conspiracy to regency, and seized his position as the lord of the banner and demoted him to Beizi, and his family members were not allowed to go out of the house for half a step, and the violators were beheaded.

In order to save the life of his family, his eldest brother Hedu was ordered to negotiate peace with the Ming army, and she Hai Lanzhu, as the eldest daughter of Azig, naturally became the most suitable victim, shouldering the heavy responsibility of delaying time for the Qing Dynasty, and embarked on the road to Datong alone.

That Han man, whether he is tall or short, fat or thin, with a big beard or an old man, these Hai Lanzhu don't know, and even the name of that person was told to her by the eldest brother and Du at the moment before leaving.

"His name is Wang Huan, and he is the prince of the Ming Kingdom." He Du took her hand and said softly: "This person is not like a bad person, but he is a ruthless character, sister, you are so self-conscious, you are married, you have nothing to do with the family, the Manchu and the Han are not separated, from now on, there will be no chance to meet." ”

The cold wind outside the car blew on his face, blowing on his face like a knife, and Hai Lanzhu's heart was also cut bloody and painful.

She lifted the curtain a little wider and stuck her head out to see the outline of her home.

Outside the window, there were snowflakes, long since the road was swallowed up, hidden in a haze, and nothing could be seen.

……

In the spring of the fourth year of Yongli in the Ming Dynasty, the prince of Liangguo Huan played the imperial court, saying that the agreement reached between him and the Qing State, Zhaoqing was stirred up again, and the court was in an uproar, some people were happy and some were angry, and the people who agreed and condemned it was a polemic. The angry people who rushed to the crown were naturally the bigwigs and a group of pedants who were ignored by Wang Huan, and they dared to make decisions without the court, they had no king and no father, and they did not put the emperor and the cabinet in their eyes, and the excerpts of impeachment of Wang Huan could be piled up to the height of the beams from the table in the imperial study and the cabinet within one day.

The emperor is not good at scolding directly, so he can only hand over some folds without pain, and Qu Shiyun and other cabinet ministers are different, many people just block the road and point to their noses and scold their mothers, saying that if they grovel to the Tartars and do not recover the thousands of miles of land outside the Guan, they will lose their power and humiliate the country, and dare to marry the Tartar princess, is this still a bit of face? made Qu Shiyun and others dare not go to the court for several days, and they also go out the back door.

And those who agreed, sneered at these people who stood and talked without back pain, and made it clear that the current Ming Dynasty had no other way than to rely on Wang Huan, to put it bluntly, even if Wang Huan wanted to sell the Ming Emperor to exchange for the Tartar princess and relatives, Zhaoqing and these people had no choice, and Liang Guogong was extremely wise to do this, and he fought with tens of thousands of elites of the Qing Kingdom, did he use his pen and mouth? You have the ability to do it!

Slowly, exchanging time for space is a method with the least cost.

Those who can understand these are all people with keen eyes, and when Wang Huan's second letter was handed over, the reaction provoked made the opinions of the two groups of people with opposite positions drop again.

A month after the first recital, Wang Huan, the prince of Liangguo, played again, saying that the northern Zhili had been decided, everything was ready, and implored the emperor to move the old capital north to calm the people's hearts.

The Ming Dynasty Hall was boiling again, and the people who scolded Wang Huan last time expressed their gratitude for the loyalty of the Duke of Liangguo, so they have all been restored, and they welcome the monarch back to the throne, who can match such a good minister? So the long and cumbersome second-hand folds were once again piled up in the cabinet and the imperial study, and the people were impassioned, saying that the emperor should move north.

For the thoughts of these people, a clear-eyed person can understand at a glance, they are all northerners, forced to flee to Guangdong, but although the south is good, it is not as strong as the foundation of the north.

And most of the people who agreed with Wang Huan the previous time were worried, the Duke of Liang Guo had already included the northern land in his bag, and there were his people everywhere, his soldiers, and the emperor in the past, wouldn't it be like Emperor Han Xian to Cao Cao?

Although Yongli is in Guangdong, it is also in the hands of large and small ministers, but to send the Yongli Emperor to Wang Huan, no one is willing, this involves a large-scale reorganization of interests, there is no clear division, no one will recklessly agree.

At this time, the opinion of Emperor Yongli himself is very important.

On the last day of the winter moon, that is, on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Zheng Chenggong, the king of Yanping County of Daming, came to Zhaoqing to meet the monarch.

(End of chapter)