When Zheng Haizhu was thinking about how to use Manchu to piece together Nurhachivaming's perjury in the Zhenghuangqi Yamen, Mu Zaohua and Aya, who were accompanying Yilanzhu, were led by Mang Gurtai to the outskirts of Hetuara to sweep the graves of Shuerhaqi and his wife.

Yilanzhu's half-brother, Amin Bel, who is already the owner of the Blue Flag, unsurprisingly continued to avoid suspicion, and only allowed his other younger brother, Zilharang, to be present.

Zilharang was taken by Nurhachi's side since he was a child, and he was closer to his uncle than his father Shulhaqi, and he also had a good relationship with his cousins such as Mang Gurtai.

Yilanzhu is also a young woman in her twenties who has experienced some human affairs, and from the performance of her brothers, she has more or less begun to believe that her father Shulhaqi did not die of disease.

In the piercing cry of the crow, this Jianzhou daughter who returned from a long trip has long since disappeared from her father's old resentment that she gave her to the Li family of the Ming Kingdom as a concubine, and only sighed how brave her father was back then, but now she is buried in this snowy grotto.

When she found the grave of Fucha Fujin, Yilanzhu saw the desolate scene of the barren grass, and the picture of being protected and loved by her mother when she was a child and a teenager flashed in her mind, and as the only child of Eniang, she couldn't see the last side when she was dying, how painful Eniang should have been at that time.

Thinking of this, Yilan Zhu was filled with grief and sorrow, and threw herself into the snowdrift with a wow, holding her mother's scribbled stone plaque, and cried heartbreakingly.

Su suddenly fainted.

Mang Gurtai was shocked, stepped forward to pick up Yilan Zhu, and pinched her people.

A horseskin bladder was handed over.

Mu Zaohua's low but eager voice sounded: "Baylor, this is the ginseng soup we boiled." ”

Mang Gurtai grabbed it and poured a few mouthfuls into his sister's mouth.

He found that the surface of the water bladder was actually hot, as if it was carrying body temperature, and he couldn't help but glance at Mu Zaohua.

This young Ming woman, with ruddy cheeks and two round and clever eyes like fawns, stared anxiously at Yilan Zhu.

"You minion, but you are meticulous." Mang Gurtai said in a deep voice.

Mu Zaohua has been treated gently and kindly by Yilanzhu all the way, and she has taken care of each other with a little sincerity, and she doesn't feel anything wrong.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that she was so close to Mang Gurtai, the Jianzhou Tartar, and her chest was filled with disgust, and she hurriedly retreated.

In Mang Gurtai's view, this move became a fear of shame, which made him feel more and more strange.

After finally taking a few sips of ginseng soup, Yilanzhu relieved herself and cried sadly.

Zilharang helped Mang Gurtai to comfort him, and told some lies such as Fucha Fujin didn't suffer anything when he left, and Yilanzhu gradually stopped sobbing.

……

The day before Yilanzhu was ready to leave Hetuara and return to Liaoyang, it was the day when the Jianzhou Jurchens sacrificed to the "Wanli Mother".

"Wanli Mother" refers to the fourth lady of Li Chengliang, the former general soldier of Liaodong. It is said that Nurhachi was accepted by Li Chengliang as a personal soldier under the tent, and was accused that the seven red moles on the soles of his feet were like the Big Dipper, Li Chengliang suspected that this was the anger of the Son of Heaven, so he wanted to kill Nurhachi, but the fourth lady covered Nurhachi to escape, but he was killed by Li Chengliang to get angry.

The Jurchens thanked the four ladies for saving their Great Khan, so they honored her as "Mother Wanli" and paid tribute to her every winter.

Zheng Haizhu was speechless when she heard about the origin of this festival in Hetuala.

In fact, as soon as she arrived in Liaoyang, she asked Mao Wenlong about the relationship between Li Chengliang and Jianzhou Jurchen. Mao Wenlong told her very clearly that Li Chengliang had never confiscated the Nurhachi brothers as any righteous sons or personal soldiers, but he had always been good at taking advantage of the internal contradictions of the Jurchens to maintain peace and tranquility in Liaodong. When the Ming army mistakenly killed Nurhachi's father, Li Chengliang rewarded Nurhachi's brothers with some property to appease them. Later, the Li family married Shuerhaqi, and it was Li Chengliang who deliberately supported one and attacked the other in order to separate the two Jurchen brothers in Jianzhou.

Therefore, most of the claims that Wanli's mother saved her life were taken out by Nurhachi to deceive the Jurchens.

But the Jurchens, who were fooled by the supreme leader, were really cautious about this holiday.

Because the legendary fourth lady did not wear clothes when she attracted the attention of Li Zongbing, every Jurchen family could not go out on the night of commemorating Wanli's mother, so as not to see Wanli's mother without clothes and be disrespectful to her.

So, after the sun went down that day, there was really no movement outside.

During the day, Zheng Haizhu found that something was wrong with Mu Zaohua, and when she was packing her luggage, she didn't hear her tell her to do things several times, as if she was immersed in her own contemplation.

At the turn of Xuhai, Zheng Haizhu said to Mu Zaohua: "Let's go to bed early, tonight Aya and that woman serve Yilanzhu together, tomorrow will be sleepy, you take care of your spirits and take care of her on the road." ”

Mu Zaohua agreed.

In the dark, it didn't take long for her to hear Zheng Haizhu's slightly heavy but steady and even breathing.

She was already familiar with Miss Zheng's habit of sleeping upside down.

As soon as Miss Zheng touched her head on the pillow, all her calculations left the heart that was full of holes, and this body was like a stone thrown into the lake and sunk into sleep.

Mu Zaohua carefully got up from the kang, tied up her cotton clothes, wrapped her coat, picked up the things she wanted to use, and tiptoed out of the house.

The bitter cold of the deep winter hit her face, almost choking her cough. She held back desperately, looking around first to make sure that there was no one near or far.

At this time, the Aixin Jueluo family is just the identity of the leader of the tribe, and it has not yet reached the level of a guard with three steps and one post and five steps and a sentry. Baylor like Mang Gurtai will not arrange guards to patrol the palm-sized place of his own hand on a cold night.

Manggu Ertai's house has seven or eight kang houses, and Zheng Haizhu lives in one temporarily, leaning on the firewood house on the edge, and you can drill out from the gap in the fence.

Mu Zaohua leaned over and squeezed out of the fence.

The nasal cavity seemed to adjust to the cold air, and the mind became clearer.

Mu Zaohua did not hesitate to pull out her legs and went straight to the "Khan Wang Well" a hundred steps away.

"Throw them in and poison them!"

Mu Zaohua muttered in a low voice as she walked, and soon approached the well.

As soon as she stopped, the door of the "Great Yamen of the Khan Palace" in front of her suddenly creaked open.

Mu Zaohua stiffened in an instant.

At this time? How could it be!

Didn't you say that the Jurchens locked themselves in their houses tonight!

The Tartar one, the octagonal pavilion where the proceedings were held, there was clearly no light, how could the old chief be discussing in the dark at this time?

Mu Zaohua felt a cold air rushing straight to the heavenly spirit cover.

It's too late to turn around and run, where is she running in an unobstructed view of the yard?

She stared blankly at the temple door ahead.

When she saw two figures and a lantern coming out of it, she heard Zheng Haizhu's angry rebuke behind her.

"Dead girl! Sneak out and drink water! ”

……

Mang Gurtai sat in the dark and cold Great Yamen of the Khan Palace, and after reciting the mantra taught to him by the Jianzhou shaman, he asked the only guard who came with him to open the temple door.

He looked forward to seeing the ghost of his beloved witch on the snow, whether it was charming or bloody, he could accept it.

He believed that the witch would return to the place where her head had been separated and her soul had dissipated, and she would meet him.

However, what he saw was very different from what he expected.

Mingguo's shrewd and slick merchant woman surnamed Zheng beat her servant by the well.

Mang Gurtai strode over and shouted, "What to do! ”

Mu Zaohua fell to the ground and said in a wail: "I did something wrong and was punished and not allowed to drink water, but my throat was so thirsty that it was about to smoke, so I secretly came out to drink well water." ”

Zheng Haizhu seemed to be tired of fighting, and gasped and said to Mang Gurtai: "Sanbeiler, you say, such a dog slave who disobeys discipline should be beaten." ”

"Smack!"

A slap was thrown on Zheng Haizhu's cheek.

Zheng Haizhu only felt that the sky was spinning in an instant, and before he could react to the pain, he had fallen into the snowdrift.

Soon, the night sky in front of her was replaced by a vicious face.

Mang Gultai grabbed her by the collar, lifted her up, gritted his teeth, and said, "You are the dog slave." ”

For a moment, Mang Gurtai's hand was already pressed on the waist knife, and the next moment he could pull out the sharp blade and easily cut the neck of the Ming woman in his hand like slaughtering a chicken.

This pesky bed bug!

It must have been her, who had disturbed the witch's ghost.

But what about the reason for killing her?

The reason for killing her would make her father, the supreme Jurchen wolf, think of himself as inferior to a bedbug.

Mang Gurtai's chest rose and fell several times, and finally calmed down.

He threw away Zheng Haizhu, was stunned in the snow for a moment, and leaned over to help Mu Zaohua.

"Have you drunk the well water?" He asked.

Mu Zaohua shook her head.

"Drink it, I'll watch you drink."

Mu Zaohua took two steps in prostration, and went to get the wooden spoon.

The Jurchen well was so high that people could scoop up water by leaning on the edge of the well.

Mu Zaohua's heart was pounding, and she tucked her sleeves, for fear that the paper bag with arsenic inside would fall out.

Behind her, Mang Gurtai said to Zheng Haizhu coldly: "If it weren't for Yilan Zhugege saying that she wanted to ask you to ask for jujube flowers to serve her, I would have left her." Remember, don't hit her on the way back. ”

Zheng Haizhu wiped the blood on the side of her mouth, made a dejected posture, and responded with a stack of voices.