It's been seven years.

How many seven years are there in life? He didn't know.

But he clearly remembered the seven years after he surrendered to Huang Taiji.

The messenger in front of him disguised himself as a merchant and came to the grassland with great difficulty, and he must have died all the way.

The last time he refused, this time he was intrigued.

The grassland at night is like a black curtain.

Ezhe made a look, and the guard stepped forward to pour Wang Yi full of mare's milk wine.

Wang Yi picked up the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth, the wine was sour and milky, mixed with the taste of ** rancid water. I think that at the beginning, he also regarded this kind of thing as a delicacy

"The Qing captives were brutal, oppressed the Mongolian people, and brutalized the Han people. The prince has always been concerned about the Great Khan, as long as the Great Khan promised to raise troops, the prince promised to wait for the day when the Qing Dynasty was driven away to restore the Ming Dynasty and form an alliance with Mongolia, and the Ming Dynasty and Mongolia were brotherly states for all ages, and at the same time the ban on commerce was lifted, and the rice and tea of the Han people could replace the livestock and fur of the Mongolian people. ”

Seeing that the Great Khan on the opposite side was expressionless, Wang Yi continued to persuade: "Tumut's princess Ulan is now the princess, and the prince said that she was taken care of by the Great Khan in the grassland, and she was like a brother to the Mongolian people."

"Tumut?" Ezhe took a long sip of wine, sneered, and hummed a muffled voice from his throat. Over the years, the once ambitious Mongol Khan was gone.

He looked like a drunkard.

"Tumut is no longer there"

"Yes," Wang Yi echoed, "In the eyes of the prince, only the Great Khan of Mongolia is the master of the grassland, and those savages in Liaodong, who are rough and unruly and unruly, are the common enemies of Mongolia and the Ming Dynasty." ”

Tumut no longer exists, Omubu Khan is still imprisoned in Shengjing, Tumut is divided into three tribes, Tokbo, Hanggao and Gezhiletu are the leaders of the three tribes, and there is a Jurchen garrison in Guihua City.

The damned Tumut Ezhe secretly spat in his heart, Tumut had become a loyal slave of the Jurchens, and the Modong Mongols sandwiched Chahar in the Zhangba grassland.

"Zhai Zhe only brought me weapons, didn't he bring me wine?" Ezhe grabbed a roast leg of lamb and put it in his mouth, biting it vigorously, the thick beard on his chin and the fat mutton fat mixed together.

He looked a little drunk.

Wang Yi couldn't help but be a little skeptical, could such a person still be an ally of the prince?

"When the Xuanda border pass and Mongolia figure it out, the wine will be inexhaustible"

Ezhe laughed, and then, there was no then.

A night of conversation yielded nothing.

After the dinner, Wang Yi was very anxious, he had been here for more than ten days.

A young leader of the guards sent him back to the caravan's tent, and if he did not receive a clear answer, he would return to Daming in seven or eight days. The caravan could not stay here for long, and Ezhe did not dare to leave a suspicious Han Chinese.

Because, now, the Mongolian concubine is the daughter of Huang Taiji.

When Wang Yi walked away, Ezhe threw down the leg of mutton in his hand, and the drunken color between his eyebrows disappeared in an instant. He took the wine bottle and walked out of the big tent, facing the gray sky, poured the mare's milk wine from the wine bottle into the grass, and called in a low voice: "Sumen, Sumen, this glass of wine is for you" His voice was low and full of sadness.

Su Men was his former concubine, and seven years ago he was forced to marry Huang Taiji's daughter, and Su Men was deposed as the eldest concubine. Six years ago, she died in the Monan grassland, and the cause of death is unknown.

His newly married concubine gave birth to a son in the second year, which was his own son, and the boy grew older and older, and the danger became closer and closer. He met Wang Yi in the name of hunting, and if the news reached the sweat tent, he didn't know what kind of turmoil it would cause.

"Meng He"

A figure flashed next to the pitch-black tent.

"You go to the Duoyan steppe tomorrow and invite Amur over, and you say that I want a group of horses to shoot"

"Obedience"

After the Jin merchants Fan Yongdou and Zhai Tang defected south, there were some changes in commerce between the Mongols and the Han Chinese. Amur had a considerable say in Zhangjiakou, and the Han merchants could no longer deceive the Mongols as they had done before.

Looking up at the dark sky, you can't see anything, like the future of Mongolia.

After a long time, Ezhe returned to the big tent with the wine bottle in hand.

Since he met Wang Yi, he had already made a decision in his heart, but he couldn't show too much enthusiasm.

The former young Tumut Han Qianhu is now the Jin king of the Ming Dynasty, just like the regent Dolgon's status in the Qing court. Da Ming was so anxious to let him raise troops because the current situation was at a critical point.

However, he wants to sell himself at a good price.

The Chahars have lived a stable life for seven or eight years, but in the past seven years, the Chahars have not become stronger, but weaker. That damn concubine used her wealth to envelop some tribes, and some tribes were getting closer and closer to the Jurchen Baylor and Beizi. What made Ezhe most angry and helpless was that many strong Mongolian young men went to become lamas.

This was a new strategy for the Jurchens, and only one member of the Mongol family could marry and have children, and he, as the Great Khan, could not stop it.

The night passed.

May in the prairie is breezy and the vegetation is vigorous.

The caravan sold goods step by step, this was a small caravan and did not enter the Naturalization City.

Wang Yi had been migrating with the caravan around the Tumo River.

The Bansheng capital here is in ruins, and the fertile fields that were once reclaimed are overgrown with weeds. The Manchus forbade the Han Chinese to leave the fortress to make a living, and except for a few caravans that left the fortress, the rest of the refugees were killed.

After meeting Ezhe Houjin to offer a gift last night, the Great Khan of Mongolia was then gone. He was a bookkeeper in the caravan, and he was busy keeping track of the quantity and price of goods sold during the day.

Two days later, in the middle of the afternoon, it was time to find the tribe for the night.

A group of cavalry came from far and near, until the caravan approached, and the Mongols carried bows and arrows on their backs, and they were fierce on their horses, and said: "Don't run around anymore, we want all these goods of yours, come with us."

Wang Yi raised his head, and the leader of the cavalry was the guard who sent him out of the big tent that night.

After several years of communication and familiarity, neither the Chahar nor the Tumuts now do such a thing as robbing caravans.

In the Monan steppe, the caravans of the Han did not dare to resist the Mongol cavalry.

The group followed the Mongols.

It's a long way to go.

That night, the caravan camped with the Mongols in the wilderness, and on the second day continued until it was dark, and the Mongols lit torches to light the way, and the caravan men were uneasy.

Everyone climbed over a large grassy slope, and a bright light appeared not far away.

"It's a big tribe," the men quickly threw away their horror and rejoiced. Only caravans that had relations with the Mongol princes and walked alone in the steppes had the opportunity to enter such a large tribe and sell goods.

Wang Yi lowered his head, he didn't know if Ezhe had made up his mind, but there must be a result tonight.

The caravan was getting closer and closer to the torch-lit tribe, and laughter could be faintly heard.

A bonfire is being held there. In addition to the festival of heavy dà, the Mongolian tribes only hold bonfires when distinguished guests come.

Wang Yi knew that it was not to greet him.

The Chahars sang and danced, the Great Khan met with the Amur, and the warriors of the tribe followed.

The torches burned brightly, and the songs of the girls and lads were hotter than the flames of the torches.

The smell of roast lamb shanks wafted in the sweat tent, and Amur brought the wine brewed by the Han people, and Ezhe was drunk and hazy.

In the seventh year of Chongzhen, Lin Dan Khan died in the Moxi prairie. In the eighth year of Chongzhen, Amur led his troops to break away from Chahar and join the Jurchens, becoming the first tribe to break away from Chahar. After he was rewarded by Huang Taiji, he has been leading the tribe to do business outside Zhangjiakou, repeating the way of the Tumut people to get rich back then.

The feast has been a long time.

Ezhe squinted, he looked like a drunkard.

Amur's head was white, but he was still in good spirits.

"Great Khan toasts you with a glass of wine and wishes you a long and healthy life"

The wine bottle touched the wine bottle, and the two drank it all.

"Amur, I heard that you have a good harvest this year, and people from small tribes often come to you, and my life is getting more and more difficult, and I don't know if you can provide me with some livestock."

"Don't dare to disobey the orders of the Great Khan"

"Don't you dare?" Ezhe squinted, "Is that really the case?" ”

Amur's heart sank.

He betrayed Chahar because he saw that the Mongols were gone. Over the years, although he no longer belonged to the Chahar tribe, he still regarded Ezhe as the Great Khan of Mongolia.

Ezhe waved his hand and ordered: "Stand back left and right"

Everyone retreated in a panic, not knowing what was unpleasant between the Great Khan and Amur.

Only one young guard remained in the tent, eyeing Amur.

"Great Khan" Amur stood up and saluted, sighed, and said: "That thing cannot be done"

When Jiang was anyway, he heard that the Han people had also sent envoys to Mongolia. A month ago, the Qing army originally stationed in the capital went south to Jianghuai, and today Ezhe suddenly summoned him, and he already had a premonition that something might happen.

"What can't be done?" Ezhe looked at Amur coldly. After drinking so much wine tonight, it didn't seem to dissolve in his body.

The Great Khan was an alcoholic, but it was just a way to avoid trouble, and Amur confirmed one of his suspicions.

"Mongolia is no longer the Mongolia of the past, the Eastern Mongols are powerful, and the Tumuts have a feud with the Chahar, even the Chahars may not all listen to the call of the Great Khan."

"Is it like you abandoned the Mongol Great Khan?" Ezhe was smiling, his eyes brighter than ever.

Amur secretly shuddered.

"You are a smart man, and you sent me a lot of news at the beginning, so I asked you to conspire with me." Ezhe softened his tone.

"I'm old," Amur sighed.

More than ten years ago, he said that he was old, and today, he is really old.

Suddenly, Ezhe pulled out the scimitar at his waist, slashed it on the table, and scolded: "But I'm still young"

The knife breaks the table wood, such as destroying the withering and decaying. The scraps were scorched coldly.

Amur changed color.

Perhaps, he shouldn't have come here, he just wanted to persuade Ezhe to dismiss his mind.

"When the Manchus only occupied Liaodong, the Mongols had already surrendered to the Qing Dynasty in the steppe, and now the Manchus have occupied half of the Ming Dynasty, and the Great Khan ......"

"Shut up" Ezhe pointed at Amur, "Don't I know what you said, I let you come, but I didn't let you teach me a lesson."

His eyebrows were raised, and his face was full of murder.

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