Nurhachi's fifth son, Manggultai, who was ranked third in Heshubele, had also just returned to the vicinity of Hetuala.

After his beloved Yeh Shaman Witch was executed by his father, Mang Gurtai asked for orders to leave the city, and for the purpose of being a sentry, he went south to Dingliao and then returned.

On the one hand, it is to detect the general deployment of the Ming army in the south of Hetuala, in order to estimate the danger of the attack on the Jurchen backyard of Jianzhou in the coming year.

On the other hand, it is also to simply come out to relieve depression.

I didn't expect to see my cousin who had been separated for many years.

Mang Gurtai's mother and Yilanzhu's mother are both from the Fucha clan, and they were close when they were in the boudoir, and they married into the Aixinjue Luo clan at the same time.

Nurhachi and Shulhaqi each had a large number of women, and the relationship between half-siblings was uncertain. For example, for the eighth elder brother, Huang Taiji, who is now called the Four Belles, Mang Gurtai is extremely disgusted with his insidious personality.

After denunciating the shaman witch incident this time, Mang Gurtai even gritted his teeth and sighed that his brother's viciousness was really like Amma. If you are not cunning enough and do not know how to guard yourself, you are like the dead Uncle Shulhazy.

As for Aunt Fucha, Mang Gurtai has often visited with his mother since he was a child, and he also has a close relationship with Yilanzhu, the only daughter born to his aunt, even more than his sister.

The Fucha clan is a Jurchen clan, but the aunt of the Fucha clan is just a small Fujin, and her status is not high.

Mang Gurtai, who was seventeen years old at the time, drove the convoy, with sadness and humiliation, to send his young and ignorant little sister Yilanzhu to the west along the Taizi River to Liaoyang, the first important town in Liaodong of the Ming Empire.

In the past twelve years, I have not changed much from youth to prime of life, so my cousin can easily recognize it.

And the little cousin has changed from that weak and timid immature girl to a graceful young woman, and the difference between before and after is too great.

When they met, Mang Gurtai suddenly realized that it was actually much better for his sister to marry Ming than to stay in Hetuara and see his father Shulhaqi die at the hands of his siblings.

Subsequently, I learned that my sister already had two children, this time Ming Ting wanted her to return to her hometown to pay respects, and saw that Ming Guo was accompanied by guards with military appearance, as well as full of brocade cloth and tea, Mang Gurtai's complexion became better and better.

It's just that for Zheng Haizhu, Mang Gurtai asked a few more questions.

Zheng Haizhu was the first time he saw a living Jianzhou man, and he was also the famous Sanbeile Mang Gurtai.

is naturally very different from the handsome Belle Ye in those idol dramas, he is a rough martial artist, with slightly convex gums, a pockmarked pit left by smallpox on his face, and his narrow eyes have both a gentle smile when facing his relatives, as well as a fierce vigilance to look at outsiders like her.

It's just that he speaks Chinese quite fluently.

Zheng Haizhu brewed a look that was half nervous and half stammering, and said that he was the junior of Yilan Zhu Gege's friend, and he was entrusted to bring gifts to the east.

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"Her family's Nanjin Nanbu is good, brother, if we want silk and cotton cloth in Jianzhou in the future, let's buy it from Miss Zheng." Yilanzhu innocently helped on the side.

Mang Gurtai sneered in his heart.

Buy what you want, just grab it. Not only the brocade cloth, but also the women of the Ming Kingdom like them, they are all directly snatched.

But right now, Mang Gurtai waved at Zheng Haizhu quietly: "I have something to tell my sister-in-law, you go down." ”

……

Aya walked out of a side room in the inn.

She had just finished answering Miss Zheng's questioning, and what was the general content of the string of Jurchen words that Yi Lanzhu and Mang Gurtai said when they recognized each other.

It's just a surprise when the relatives reunite.

After Zheng Haizhu listened, she asked her with concern: "Aya, are you okay?" In the days to come, you will have to continue to endure, and you will meet many Jianzhou men like this reckless Gurtai today. ”

Aya said calmly: "Aya's life was given by the girl, and Aya will not spoil the girl." ”

Seeing Zheng Haizhu's relieved face, Aya said to go and get hot water for her to soak her feet, and by the way, go to see how the horse in her team with festering hooves was doing two days ago.

Coming to the courtyard, Aya took a deep breath of cold air.

For the first time, she found that it was very difficult to return to the realm where the Jurchen language was spoken, and she had to pretend that she didn't understand.

She would involuntarily react to those words, and only then did she almost reveal her stuff for a moment, but fortunately, Mu Zaohua glared at her.

"I don't understand, I don't understand......" she said silently as she walked to the stable.

A steed caught her eye.

It is not because of the beautiful coat of the body and the good saddle of the saddle, but because of the sound of the horse's snort and the expression of the exchange of hooves.

Aya, who has been raising horses with her parents since she was a child, is too familiar with this, as familiar as hearing her native language.

Something must be wrong with this horse, either sick or injured.

Aya walked over, first skillfully pacified the horse's neck and shoulder blades, and then removed the hanging oil lamp, leaned down, and tried to examine the horse's hooves.

"What are you doing!"

A stern Jurchen sentence in a male voice sounded like thunder behind him.

Aya was so frightened that her shoulders shook, and the oil lamp in her hand fell.

Immediately afterwards, it was Mu Zaohua's exclamation: "Aya, you still come out to blow the cold wind, beware of the baby in your belly!" ”

Aya turned around, only to see Mu Zaohua rushing out from behind Mang Gultai, first scooping up the oil lamp that Kankan was about to roll into the hay, and then stretched out his other hand to support her.

The two women who were silent ushered in a short cold scene.

Mang Gurtai seemed to be stunned, and was silent for a moment before he spoke again: "You two, are you Zheng slaves' coats?" ”

He used Jurchen dialect.

He was answered with two frightened and dazed eyes, obviously not understanding.

Mang Gurtai changed to Chinese and said, "You are the maid of that Zheng girl?" ”

Mu Zaohua nodded hurriedly.

Mang Gurtai walked up to the horse: "Why do you move my horse?" ”

Aarthur shrank and replied, "The horse's hooves seem to be wounded." ”

Mang Gurtai frowned, took the oil lamp from Mu Zaohua's hand, and bent down to inspect it.

Sure enough, in a very hidden place above the left front hoof, there was an iron thorn.

In winter, heavy snow covers the roads, and the snow is considerable thick, which hides the danger, and where the horseshoe cannot protect it, the horses will suffer a dark loss.

Mang Gurtai's face softened: "I know, you guys retreat." ”

Mu Zaohua pulled Aya, squatted down with a deep blessing, bowed her head and bowed her waist to leave.

After a few steps, Mang Gultai drank them again.

He paced up to Mu Zaohua and stared at her with lowered eyes: "What's your name?" ”

"The grass people call it jujube flowers."

"Well, jujube flowers, next time you have to remember that to the master, you have to kneel down and kowtow before you can retreat."

Mu Zaohua bit the groove of her back teeth, and scolded in her heart: Wu Gongzi won't let me kowtow, you are a dead tartar too!

On the face, he was still at a loss for pity.

Mang Gurtai shook his head: "Let's go, let's go." ”

As if granted amnesty, the two women turned and disappeared into the night.

Mang Gurtai looked at their backs.

"You still come out to blow the cold wind, watch out for the baby in your belly."

Fang Cai's words made him feel like he was in a trance.

Although one speaks Jurchen, the other speaks Mingguo.

The loyal servant who spoke the Jurchen language had been brutally hanged before his mistress, the Yeh Shaman.