Chapter 122: Your Lord
Chechen Taiji was naturally very upset when he heard Min Min's joke, and turned around to leave, but was pulled by Min Min: "Brother Chechen Taiji, I don't take your benefits in vain, I got a news about you from my father Khan, do you want to listen to it?" β
Chechen Taiji listened, his face changed slightly, according to the customs of the Mongols, whenever a child grows up to a certain age, he will be assigned a territory and some tribes, leaving the tribe to develop independently, and the young son is raised by his parents, when the father dies, the young son of the wife will inherit most of the family business, the Mongolians call it "the young son guarding the stove", and the young son of the wife of the family is often called "Chu Chijin", which means "the person who guards the stove", that is, the person who inherits the throne. For an older concubine like Chechen Taiji, it is natural to hope that his father dies sooner, or that he leaves the tribe later, because then they have a greater chance of taking their father's family business from their younger brother. And Chechen Taiji is at this embarrassing age at this time, so he naturally becomes extremely sensitive.
"Listen, listen! So Minmin, tell me quickly! Chechen Taiji squeezed a smile out of his face.
"If you want to listen, come with me!" Min Min hooked his little finger and walked towards the tent, and Chechen Taiji hurriedly followed. The two entered the tent, sat down as the host, and Chechen Taiji drank a few sips of milk tea from the slave girl, and asked a little anxiously: "Minmin, what did Father Khan say about me just now?" β
"Hey, Brother Taiji, Chechen Taiji, you are always so impatient, and if you continue like this, it is no wonder that Father Khan doesn't like you and wants to drive you away."
"What? Father Khan wants me to leave? The thing that he had been worried about for a long time spit out from his sister's mouth was tantamount to a thunderbolt on the head of Chechen Taiji, which made him stunned, and it took him a while before he came back to his senses and hurriedly asked: "Hao Minmin, when did Father Khan say he wanted me to leave." How many tribes will I have, and which pasture land will I give? β
"When did I say that Father Khan was going to drive you away?"
"Didn't you just say-" Chechen Taiji said this, and only then did he remember what Fang Cai Minmin said: "If you continue like this, it is no wonder that Batur does not like you and wants to drive you away", which can be said to be a thousand miles different from "Batur wants to drive himself away". He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Turning his head and slamming the cup on the ground, he shouted in a low voice: "Minmin, if you are boring, you can make fun of those dogs, horses, and minions, why do you come to me!" β
"Hey!" Min Min sighed: "It's really good to be kind, I was kind enough to tell you what I heard, but you blame me for playing tricks on you." That's it, Brother Taiji, Chechnya, let's go, don't blame me for not telling you when I have news. β
Chechen Taiji pulled out his legs and wanted to leave. But he couldn't take a step forward, turned his head and said with a wry smile: "Okay Minmin, Fang is not mine, please tell me what my father Khan said." β
"Since you have pleaded, then I will tell you!" Min Min smiled slightly, and recounted what she had just seen and heard in Batur's tent, and finally she smiled and said, "How is it, Brother Taiji, Chechnya." I didn't lie to you, how can you thank me? β
"Damn Erji. Damn Han Chinese merchants! Chechen Taiji scolded hatefully: "I will immediately order all the men and horses and kill these two bastards!" β
"Come back!" Min Min drank Chechen Taiji, who was about to rush out of the tent, and took a few steps forward and sighed: "Brother Chechen Taiji, I really don't know what you have in your head, what's the use of killing the two of them?" Erji is the hound and wise man of his father Khan, if someone kills your hound. What would you do with him? As for that Han merchant, it is related to the origin of the bird gun that Father Khan values, if you kill him, I am afraid that Father Khan will immediately cut off your head! β
"So, am I just going to watch myself being driven out of the tribe?" Chechen Taiji Express.
"Hey. Brother Taiji, Chechnya, you are really a wooden head, Father Khan just wants to choose one person from among you and Zhuot Babatur, if you break your leg in the past two days, will Father Khan still choose you? β
"Broken leg?" Chechen Taiji's eyes widened: "Yes, yes, why didn't I think of it?" Oops, Minmin, you really have a heart with a thousand holes! Don't you like my blue-maned horse the most? I'll have someone bring it to you when I get back! β
"Alright, alright!" Min Min waved her hand and motioned for the grateful Chechen Taiji to walk out of the tent, she walked to a birdcage made of gold, and sighed: "Bird, bird, others asked him to break his leg, he still wants to thank you, do you think he is stupid?" Oh, you say he's stupid, I think he's stupid, but there's a lot of stupid people here, so let's go to a place where there are a lot of smart people, okay? But wouldn't it be a little unfair to just tell Brother Taiji in Chechnya, but not Brother Zhuot Babatur, or tell them all and let them all break one leg and be neat, don't you say it's okay? The bird chirped a few times, as if it understood Minmin's question.
Two days later, when Batur called the two adult concubines, Zhuot Babatur and Chechen Taiji, to the big tent to discuss who to send the three hundred cavalry to the Central Plains, he was surprised to see that the two sons who had been alive two days ago were now lying on stretchers, one broke his left leg, and the other broke his right leg. Obviously, it is impossible to let such two wounded people take on this task.
"How could it be so coincidental? Hurt at this juncture? Batur's face was extremely ugly.
"Tell my father Khan, when the boy went out hunting yesterday, the horse's hooves of his mount stepped into the mouse's den, and the boy fell from his horse and broke his leg." Chechen Taiji replied preemptively.
"Kidsβ"
"Enough!" Batur shouted, "You two wastes, hunting can fall off horseback, are we still Erut people?" Get out of here, I don't want to see you both! β
Zot Babatur and Chechen Taiji hurriedly bowed their heads and apologized, and then retreated with the support of the slave girl, and the two were a little fortunate in their panic, at least they escaped this catastrophe.
"Erji, you've seen it too!" Batur sighed: "This is my good son Batur. "Batur is not a fool, if it is just one person who fell and was injured, the two sons fell and injured at this juncture, obviously to avoid the fate of leaving the tribe, but it is not easy to expose it in person, and he can't help but be a little gloomy about the selfishness of the two concubines.
"Great Khan, maybe they really happened to bump into each other!" There was something insincere in Erji's words. He also saw the little tricks that Zhuot Babatur played with Chechen Taiji, but his identity was not suitable for anything at this time.
"That's it, don't mention these two brutes again!" Batur snorted coldly: "Erji, it's better for you to tell who to let go to Daming." β
"Thisβlet me think about it slowly." Erji's face showed embarrassment, and at this moment, someone next to him interjected: "Father Khan." Why don't you let me go? β
"You?" Batur turned around and looked at the person who spoke clearly, with a stunned look on his face: "Minmin, don't mess around, you have a daughter's family, how can you do such a thing." β
"yes, Min Min Begi, it's no joke." Erji also persuaded.
Min Min retorted unconvinced: "Father Khan, Uncle Erji, what's wrong with women. Isn't Manduhai a woman? Isn't Khaelun (Temujin's mother, who raised young Temujin and helped him establish his hegemony) not a woman? What are they worse than men? β
Erji said with a smile: "Manduhai and Heerlun are both the heroines of our Mongols, no worse than men, but these two people only came forward at the crisis of the tribe, and now our Dzungar people are prosperous, and there are many Dingkou, and they are the most powerful of the Erut people." Why should you step up? β
"Uncle Erji, you're wrong!" Min Min smiled, "We Dzungars are indeed the most powerful of the Erut people. But did my father Khan only want to be the Great Khan of the Eruts? Moreover, among the Mongolian tribes, the stronger the more dangerous it is, not to mention the Hui of the southern Tianshan Road and the Russians in the northwest, these are all dangers to us, for the great cause of the father Khan, both men and women must stand up. How can you say that I don't need to help? β
"This-" Erji was dumbfounded in the face of Min Min's words, as Min Min had just said, although the Dzungar tribe was the most powerful of the Erut tribes, there was such an unspoken rule on the steppe: when the strength of a certain tribe increased rapidly. It is often most dangerous to be stronger than his peers but not more than the other tribes combined, as the other tribes will unite to besiege him so that they will not be defeated and annexed separately. The Dzungars are at this stage, and if you take into account the Russians, who have already extended their tentacles to Central Asia, then the situation of the Dzungar is even more unoptimistic. This is clear to both Erji and Batur.
"But Minmin, after all, you are still a woman, and you are still young, only sixteen years old, so you are so far away from Father Khan-"
"Father Khan!" Min Min interrupted Batur's words: "What about the woman, am I worse than anyone else's riding skills?" Am I worse than anyone else in archery? Besides, what is needed to go to Daming is not a spear and a scimitar, but charm and resourcefulness, isn't Min Min smarter and more charming than the two older brothers of Chechen Taiji and Zhuot Babatur? β
"Chechen Taiji and Zhuot Babatur?" When Batur heard these two names, he suddenly asked sharply: "Minmin, didn't you tell them the news that you wanted to choose one of the two of them to go to Daming?" β
"Not bad!" Min Min laughed, "I also gave them the idea of injuring themselves to escape the dispatch. β
"You, you-!" Batur's face suddenly turned blue with anger: "Why are you doing this? β
"Because I want my father Khan to see me, not Chechen Taiji and Zhuot Babatur are the most suitable candidates." Min Min said with a smile: "The two of them only thought that going to Daming would lose the opportunity to inherit their father Khan's subordinates, but they didn't expect that this was the best opportunity to understand Daming and find help for their father's great cause, how could a person like this complete the task given by his father Khan?" β
Looking at his heroic daughter, Batur had mixed feelings in his heart, and what he never expected was that it was his daughter who understood his mind the most, not his two well-cultivated sons. But no matter how good his daughter is, she has to get married, he hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice: "Minmin-"
"Father Khan, I know that you are going to talk about marriage, and you have already made a vow that you will never marry an incompetent person!" Min Min suddenly pulled out the dagger at his waist and pressed it against his heart, and said awe-inspiringly: "There is no true hero worthy of me among the Erut people, don't force me." β
"I don't force you! Put the knife down! Batur loved his daughter so much that he hurriedly smiled and said, "If you must go, then your father Khan will allow you?" β
Seeing that the goal was achieved, Min Min put down his dagger and saluted Batur, and said with a smile: "Father Khan is the Great Khan of our Dzungar people, but you can't talk and don't count!" β
Looking at the back of his daughter's departure, Batur shook his head in frustration and returned to the tent. After about half a moment, Batur asked, "Erji, do you think there are any other suitable candidates?" β
Erji smiled slightly: "I thought Min Min Beji was right." β
"Really let Minmin go?" Batur was stunned when he heard this: "I was forced to be helpless, you don't need to take it to heart." β
"Great Khan, I've just thought about it seriously. Min Min Beji is very smart and beautiful, and there is no one who doesn't like her when she gets along with her, and if she can have a good relationship with the other party, the matter of importing firearms will be settled. And Chechen Begi and Zhuot Babatur, both of them were not seriously injured, and in a few months, let one of them come back with Minmin Beji. It's only a year and a half of delay, what is it? β
Batur groaned for a moment, and felt that what Erji said was right, so he sighed and said, "That's it!" β
Shaanxi, Yulin, Yansui Governor's Mansion.
The candle flame danced gently in the breeze through the window, leaving a dancing black shadow on the letterhead, and the words on it seemed to become small people, trembling and ready to move.
"Close the windows and cut the candles!" Hong Chengchou said, and the old servant standing behind him carefully cut the wick of the candle, and closed the curtains again, and the candlelight stabilized again. He rubbed his somewhat dazed eyes, put down the newspaper in his hand, and pondered.
"Master, it's past the hour!" The old servant behind him pointed to the water leak on the side and said, "Rest!" β
"So fast?" Hong Chengchou raised his head, he looked at the water leak, and then looked at the letter on the bookcase, which was a foot high, and said with a smile: "Okay, let me go to the courtyard to practice swords, loosen my muscles and bones, and then come back to review these." β
"Yes, sir!" The old servant hurriedly untied Hong Chengchou's robe, took a long sword from the wall and followed. Hong Chengchou arrived in the courtyard, casually lifted the long sword, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly the whole person was calm, and then he snorted lightly, and walked with the sword, the sword wind and figure, up and down, like a swimming dragon. Suddenly, there was a sound, and it turned out that Hong Chengchou accidentally slipped his hand and dropped the sword to the ground. (To be continued.) )