When the whole capital fell into a frenzy because of a recital from Wang Qi.

Thousands of miles away from the Horqin royal court.

Today is the day when Wang Qi led the delegation back to the court.

"Brother, why don't you stay for a few more days and see the beautiful scenery of my Horqin grassland, flocks of sheep, war horses, beautiful women, and strong warriors!" In the past few days, Yue Shan and Wang Qi have been drinking, hunting, and discussing at night, almost to the point of sleeping and eating together.

Yue Shan was full of respect and affection for this young man from Daming.

Not only is it his innate heroic temperament, but in the days he gets along with him, it is different from the innate sense of superiority of other Ming Dynasty officials, Yue Shan can feel the enthusiasm and sense of identity of Wang Qi, a Ming official, for the grassland.

Working with Wang Qi, it seems that he can fully trust this young man without reservation.

"There are a lot of affairs in Liaodong, Brother Yue Shan, I can't stay here for too long," Wang Qi said, picked up a glass of wine next to him, and saluted Yue Shan: "The matter of the alliance, according to the agreement between you and me, after I go back, the court will send someone to discuss specific matters with the royal court!" ”

"Haha, Brother Wang, I said ugly things before, the cooperation between my Horqin and Daming is based on your Wang Qi's face, if you are not in it, not only my Yueshan, but the entire Horqin Council of Ministers will not admit it!!" Yue Shan also took the wine from the entourage beside him, and saluted Wang Qi: "I hope that the next time you and I drink together, Jianzhou has been wiped out, and Daming can regain its past glory!" ”

"Thank you Brother Yueshan for your words," Wang Qi smiled, and then glanced at everyone: "Dry!" ”

"!"

"Respect Daming and Horqin!"

"To your lordship!"

Battle, Alxa, Zhaisang and others all drank the wine.

"Sending you a thousand miles must be goodbye in the end, there is no need to send each other, we will see you again!" Wang Qi turned over and threw his hand at Yue Shan and the others: "Don't pass here!" ”

After that, Wang Qi took the lead, turned the horse's head and whipped away.

Drive!!!

Qin Erbao and more than 100 others followed behind Wang Qi, and they also left in the dust.

After a while, in the eyes of the people in Horqin, only a group of black dots disappeared into the vast grassland.

"The next time we meet, this person must already be on the side and start to give Ming Ting a headache," Yue Shan sat on his horse, looking at Wang Qi's figure in the distance, muttering to himself.

"You mean, this person has a disagreement with the Ming Court?" Alxa on the side turned his head and asked.

"It's not a different heart," Yue Shan shook his head and sighed, "But, the commander of the Liaodong General Army, who is less than twenty years old...... How could the group of literati officials in the Southern Dynasty tolerate it? ”

"When the time comes, it's our chance." Yue Shan smiled, looking confident.

But Battle, who was on the side, was silent, looking at Wang Qi in the distance, his eyes were uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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Houjin, Shenyang City.

Today, Nurhachi dismissed all the beyles, the courtiers, and sat alone in the darkened hall.

The sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun falls on the body of the Jianzhou Jurchen who has been the leading hero for hundreds of years, Nurhachi is already very old, perennial battles, taking the lead, and accelerating the aging of his body, although the energy of the hero now seems to be still vigorous and healthy, often for five or six hours in a row, but in any case, you are invincible, in the passage of time, you will eventually grow old.

What's even more tragic is that on the eve of the complete aging of the heroes, the successor he has cultivated for more than ten years suddenly died, which is the most helpless thing in the world.

Three days ago, when the news of Huang Taiji's death came, Nurhachi was discussing the matter of the Han Eight Banners with Fan Wencheng, Tong Yangxing and others, which was also what Huang Taiji had always advocated.

In recent years, Nurhachi himself has felt that the killings have been too heavy.

Start thinking about paving the way for your successor.

The establishment of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty and the Eight Banners of Mongolia is one of the important paths.

Around the Jianzhou Jurchen Eight Banners, the Eight Banners of Mongolia and the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty were established to defend the royal court, forming a set of promotion systems that can be promoted from the bottom up, and it is also a joint channel to maintain different ethnic groups.

"But the eighth is dead," Nurhachi gently stroked Huang Taiji's remaining clothes, seeing things and thinking about people, his already old body became more and more rickety.

"But, Emperor, don't worry," Nurhachi's old eyebrows and eyes, there was a touch of madness flowing in the depths of the cloudy eyes: "It won't be long before many people will bury you!" Nayue Mountain, Alxa, Xiong Tingbi, Wang Huazhen, and many others, many people...... As for that Wang Qi, his head will be cut off and offered to your cloak and mound for you, his flesh and limbs will be eaten by wild dogs, his bones will be crushed into powder, and he will be turned into pig's trough, and his wives and concubines and children will be reduced to the lowest prostitutes, trampled on by ten thousand people, and his sins will be paid for by his life! ”

"Wang Qi !!"

Nurha roared in his throat, like an aging lion, roaring in warning of the rising young lion king.

At the entrance of the main hall, Mang Gurtai stood quietly, listening to the low roar of Nurhachi in the hall, and the expression on his face could not tell whether it was joy or sadness.

When the news of Huang Taiji's death came, Mang Gurtai had just returned from a triumphant victory in southern Liaoning.

He originally wanted to wait for Huang Taiji to come back and humiliate this direct competitor for decades.

But now all is no longer a chance.

"Wang Qi?" Under the setting sun, Mang Gurtai stood there like a green pine, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance: "Huang Taiji is dead, but he shouldn't die in the hands of Wang Qi, I, Jianzhou Jurchen, shouldn't die so aggrieved!" ”

"Lord Wang, Mao Wenlong has been brought," Behind Fan Wencheng was Mao Wenlong, whose face was solemn.

Mang Gurtai turned his head, his gaze crossed Fan Wencheng, and fell on Mao Wenlong.

"Mao Shuai?" Mang Gurtai smiled.

"Don't dare," since he was captured by the surprise attack in Jianzhou, and after countless tossing and turning at night, Mao Wenlong had the idea of committing suicide more than once, but his desire to survive and reason told him that as long as he lived, everything still had a chance, or a turnaround.

Recently, Nurhachi's summons made Mao Wenlong see an opportunity.

"Let's go, the Great Khan wants to see you," Mang Gurtai just looked at Mao Wenlong quietly, then chuckled, turned around and walked in front, and at the same time left a sentence lightly: "The Great Khan is in a bad mood, you'd better be careful when you speak!" ”

"Ming general, Phi Dao general Mao Wenlong went to the palace to meet !!"

Under the leadership of the guards, Mao Wenlong followed behind Mang Gurtai and Fan Wencheng and stepped into the main hall.

"The son visits his father."

"Mao Wenlong meets the Great Khan!"

On the high throne, Nurhachi raised his head, his eyes scanned, moved from Mang Gurtai to Mao Wenlong, his face was cloudy, and he said after a while: "Do you know Wang Qi of the Ming Court?" ”

"Hui Great Khan, this person has become famous recently, and the people of Liaodong have heard of it, but I am not familiar with it." Mao Wenlong knew what Nurhachi meant, it was nothing more than a petition to surrender and want to let himself lead troops to attack the old master.