Huang Chongzhen was not in a hurry, but rode a big black horse while walking and watching, silently remembering every important place around Shenyang.

The Jianzhou Jurchens had significantly more control over this fertile land than in other parts of eastern Liaodong, and the number of patrol and vigilance riders on the short road from the small valley to Shenyang also increased significantly.

All the rangers cast a wary look at this one-man man.

However, Huang Chongzhen did not panic at all, he still sat on the back of the horse and straightened his spine, holding a spear, serious, looking left and right, and his actions were very standard for Jurchen nobles.

As a result, the patrolmen were afraid of this man in luxurious uniforms.

Not only did they not dare to interrogate, even if they saw it from a distance, they did not dare to change direction easily, but they rode their horses to a nearby place and saw them with the courtesy of class.

Huang Chongzhen knew that all this was because of the strict class system in the Jurchen tribe.

Especially after the Nu Chieftain carried out the Eight Banners reform, this degree of strictness has penetrated into every corner of this ethnic group, and has continued for a long, long time, and even distorted to the point of deformation.

In this ethnic group, the nobility is the aristocracy, and even if it is a nobleman who has declined, its dignity is still not something that ordinary bannermen can offend.

In order to show his generosity and to win over more Jurchen tribes, the slave chieftain gave Haiyesi a uniform, which is the most noble Zhenghuang Banner in the current Eight Banners system.

Therefore, Huang Chongzhen almost swaggered into the heavily guarded Shenyang City, and even the tedious interrogation in front of the city gate was exempted.

However, after entering the city, he behaved less arrogantly, after all, there were too many Houjin nobles stationed in this growing military city, and there were even some insightful ones.

Some of them have a deep connection with the remnants of the Haixi Yehe, and some have even met Hayesi himself, albeit when he was a little rabbit.

Where is the Slave Chief most likely in Shenyang? Of course, the Forbidden City was built by him himself.

In order to avoid extraneous branches, Huang Chongzhen went straight to the Forbidden City in Shenyang.

The Shenyang Forbidden City during the slave chieftain period was far from being as majestic as it was handed down in later generations, and it added up before and after, and there were two doors, a hall, and ten pavilions.

The two gates are the palace gates, which are the entrances for the slave chiefs to worship and meet the eight banners and the kings of the left and right wings, which is still a bit magnificent.

What Huang Chongzhen admires the most is that it didn't take long for the Forbidden City to be built, but the two vermilion lacquer gates that the slave chief didn't know where to dismantle them, and they were covered with mottled traces of time.

The big black horse neighed and stood up in front of the palace gate, stopping its front hooves beautifully and dangerously.

Such a sturdy horse, such superb equestrian skills, even the palace gate guards, who boasted that they were good at riding and archery, were extremely amazed.

However, when Huang Chongzhen shook his spear and reported his name, these palace gate guards, who were also wearing the uniforms of the guards of the Yellow Flag, all looked at each other and laughed in a low voice.

"I am Haiye Xi of Fushun Pass, and I want to see the Great Khan."

Huang Chongzhen bluntly stated the origin and purpose, and the image of a vulgar Jurchen nobleman jumped immediately.

"Hayesi? Ha ha...... What qualifications do you have to come to Shenyang? And who qualifies to meet the Great Khan? ”

Hai Yexi, the young patriarch of the remnants of the Haixi Jurchen Yehe, is a joke and a shame in the eyes of all the pure Jianzhou Jurchen Yellow Flag Banner people.

Even in the minds of these palace guards, they felt that it was just the kindness of the Great Khan.

If it were them, even if they didn't cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, they would have beheaded all the disobedient people in the Yehe Department a long time ago to show it to the public, so as to set an example.

In the face of their ridicule, Huang Chongzhen was not moved in the slightest, but took out the gold medal that was polished by snow from his arms, held it in his hand and said: "The Great Khan personally gave the gold medal here, if there are any doubters, when I meet the Great Khan, I can propose it on my behalf." ”

"What? Wait a minute, I'll go to the court. ”

The guards were suddenly startled, and the little leader's eyes widened, and he threw down a sentence and ran to the palace.

Huang Chongzhen took the gold medal in his arms, still sitting on the horse, with a serious face, not squinting, and he didn't even have the interest to take a look at the panicked back.

After a while, the leader returned, first bowed on one knee in front of Huang Chongzhen's horse, and then stood up to convey the edict in the palace: "The Great Khan has an order, so that the young patriarch of the Yehe tribe, Hai Yesi, will enter the interior to meet him." ”

After Huang Chongzhen heard this, he snorted lightly, dismounted and handed the reins to the leader, still holding the heavy spear with one hand, and straightening his clothes with the other hand, and then stepped into the palace gate with his head held high.

The guards tried to confiscate his weapon according to the access control system, but he stared at him fiercely and shrank back in fright.

After approaching the Forbidden City in Shenyang from the two vermilion lacquer gates, you only need to look around for a week, and the whole palace is also in full view: one hall, ten pavilions.

That hall is the main hall in front of the palace gate, and the ten pavilions are not only the eight that belong to the Eight Banner Lords, but also the two that belong to the left and right wing kings.

It's just that at this time, the Ten Kings Pavilion was empty, maybe the slave chieftain was here, and the Ten Kings went out hunting to avoid it.

Huang Chongzhen was so happy not to meet Huang Taiji and the others so early, he walked through a short section of expensive open space with figure-eight steps, and then steadily stepped on the thirty-odd steps leading to the Great Political Palace.

Although he was draped all over his body, he was methodical from beginning to end, without breathing at all, until he had walked all the steps.

This skill impressed the palace guards on both sides of the stairs who wanted to see the jokes, and they no longer dared to despise him.

At the small platform on the steps, a person who had always looked at Huang Chongzhen's father-in-law also nodded slightly, and when he came closer, he bowed lightly and asked, "You are Hai Yesi?" ”

Huang Chongzhen nodded and said solemnly: "Exactly." ”

"You didn't guard Fushun Pass for the Great Khan, but you came to Shenyang to meet the Great Khan, what happened?"

"Please." Huang Chongzhen still answered concisely and to the point, with his own momentum.

"Please? What battle please? The father-in-law exclaimed, "My Eight Banners Iron Cavalry crisscrossed Liaodong, whether it was the Ming Kingdom, Mongolia, or North Korea, all of them fled from the wind, how could there be a war at all?" ”

"Ning Yuan."

"Ning Yuan?" The father-in-law frowned for a moment before he said, "Then you can come with me." ”

It seems that in order to frustrate the momentum of this "Hiesi", or perhaps to continue to test his strength.

In short, this father-in-law, who was holding the dust, did not take Huang Chongzhen directly into the Dazheng Hall in front of him, but walked down the thirty or so steps again, and then walked around the Ten Kings Pavilion with small steps, and deliberately walked very fast.

However, Huang Chongzhen wore a battle uniform and held a spear, but instead of complaining at all, he followed unhurriedly with great strides, until he came to the main hall again, and did not seem to be exhausted.

"You wait here first, and then I will go in and sweat profusely." The father-in-law finally obeyed, turned around and said a word to Huang Chongzhen, and threw him on the small platform in front of the hall.

The imperial guards in front of the palace all cast curious glances at this person they had never seen before.

But seeing that this guy who looked like a teenager was not only wearing a luxurious battle uniform, but also brought weapons into a place that could be called a place of great sweat, I felt that he must be a dumbfounder, if not a fool.

Huang Chongzhen ignored these gazes as usual, just like facing those strange gazes full of doubts along the way, still maintaining a serious state of not squinting.

The cloth uniform inlaid with refined iron pieces was not only heavy, but also very cold, but he did not feel cold or tired at all.

It seems that in his eyes, there is only the supreme of the Jurchen clan in the Dazheng Palace.

If you can't see it, you vow not to give up.

In the main hall, the slave chief was wearing comfortable civilian clothes, but his slightly frowning eyebrows were still not angry.

Playing against him was a middle-aged man who was dressed more casually, and was holding a Taoist robe that was obviously a Han family's bun.

The two of them each held red and black chess pieces, and they were on the throne with the Chu River and Han Realm as the focus, and they were indistinguishable from each other, and such treatment really impressed Huang Chongzhen.

The beautiful little palace maid and the handsome little eunuch bowed their heads and stood far away.

The father-in-law, who knew what the Great Khan was doing at this time, did not rush in to disturb him, but stood outside the curtain, holding the dust in his hand and waiting quietly.

You don't need to look at him to know that the Great Khan, who has a strong offensive heart, must be frowning slightly.

In any other person, they will be killed in an instant, disarmed, and sweaty, just like on the real battlefield.

However, his opponent, the middle-aged Taoist who always had a hint of a smile at all times and places, was still able to prevent a drop of water and defuse the Great Khan's wave after wave of attacks invisibly.

Every time he can counter an army, play a beautiful counterattack, and in the end, just one step, he can silently force the "red handsome" of the Great Khan to move.

For this ability, even if this father-in-law has never let go of his hostility towards this middle-aged Taoist, he has to sincerely admire it.

Whenever this happens, the mighty Khan, who is majestic in the eyes of outsiders, will be like a child who will mess with the chessboard in a rage.

Then he realized his loss of temper in the slight laughter of the Taoist's twisted beard, and said angrily: "Looking at Liaodong, only you, a stinky Taoist, can win Ben Khan in the chess game." ”

This time, almost like any previous one, it was out of the ordinary.

The only difference is that the middle-aged Daoist did not continue to pretend to be deep as before, but sighed sincerely: "The Great Khan's chess skills have become more and more exquisite, and he has been able to survive one hundred and thirty rounds in the hands of the poor Dao. To tell the truth, Poor Dao has gradually felt exhausted, and I am afraid that after a while, he will no longer be able to suppress the sweat in this chess game. ”