I am the king of the dead

Agadorji said in a muffled voice: "Prairie people don't kill guests. This is our rule. Have you forgotten the lesson of the Tatars?"

Tatars, the shame of the steppe.

At that time, the Qiyan tribe where Genghis Khan belonged and the Tatar tribe had a feud, and the leader of the Tatar tribe, Zaling, was at odds. When Genghis Khan's father was entertained, he poisoned and killed Genghis Khan's father.

Later, the Tatars were retaliated by Genghis Khan, and the Tatars were massacred.

Since then, the proverb that Tatar milk tea cannot be drunk has been born on the grassland.

Agadorzi reminded his relatives that by doing so, they would turn the Tatar tribe into another Tatar tribe.

It's a shame.

"Our tribe needs to stay in Monan, in the lush grasslands, that's all we can do. Let me do it." After thinking about it, Wu Geqi decided that it was better for him to do it.

He was old, and when he finished this matter, he went to the Jurchen to apologize in person, and then he was killed by the Jurchen equally, and the karma was over.

"Father!" Agadorji gritted his teeth and looked at the aged Wu Geqi. Now he can't wait to take someone to chop He Zhang and his party into meat, and then break through the defense line of Yanshan Mountain, and take the emperor sitting in Fengtian Temple, Killed in Fengtian Temple.

But if he can't do the latter, he can't do the former.

Tuotuobuhua, Agadorji, and Mandulu are all adopted sons of Wu Geqi. They never call Wu Geqi's father. Agadorji is really impatient.

Wu Geqi wrapped his body in a cloak, looked at the north and said faintly: "The winter in the grassland in Mobei is one month earlier than before. In July, the grassland will turn yellow, in August it will snow, in September Livestock began to freeze to death one after another."

"The spring in January has been slowly postponed to March. Children, the elderly, women, and even men taller than wheels will slowly starve to death."

"Your Majesty is a cruel man."

"If it weren't for these natural disasters, His Majesty would have continued his policy, because His Majesty knows that beating a dog can't drive the dog into a corner, otherwise the dog will bite people in a hurry."

"While His Majesty is still willing to give you a bone, squat down and beg for mercy."

The wind blew through the entire tent, and the bitter cold wind reminded everyone that life in the grassland is getting worse day by day, spring is coming later every day, winter is getting earlier every day, if you give up on Monan, Where does Tartar go from here?

Go west?

The Oirats have already moved westward.

"If we unite with the Jurchens, we will threaten Daming from the direction of Datong and Xuanfu Jining, and the Jurchens will threaten Daming from the direction of Liaodong!"

"Da Ming is tired of fighting on two fronts, we have a chance!" Agadorji blushed and put forward the opinion he had always raised, uniting Jurchen and attacking Da Ming together.

Tuotuobuhua pursed her lips and said, "I can't beat it."

"Are you going to just watch your father die? It's still such a shameful death!" Agadorji rushed to Tuotuobuhua, angrily grabbed Tuotuobuhua's collar and said: "Brother, you It's the Khan of the Grassland, think of a way!"

Tutuo Buhua slammed Agadorji to the ground, and said angrily, "Why did the Jurchen envoys come to Daningwei? Didn't you invite it?"

"I have been writing to Daming, asking for an audience, begging the emperor to be merciful, I have gone through so many channels, and finally let the emperor know the situation in the grassland."

"Do you know how difficult it is to let the great emperor let go? If it weren't for natural disasters and man-made disasters, and the suffering of the herdsmen, the great emperor has the virtue of living well, so there would be peace talks."

"We are disrespectful!"

"The Great Emperor is a person who bites to death and will not let go. If it weren't for the battle of the capital, I will retreat without fighting. The Great Emperor thinks that my Tatars are not so stubborn as Oara. How can there be today's peace talks!"

"It's good for you, you have recruited the Jurchen messenger, and now the angel is furious, what do you want me to do!"

"Did my father have to die for you?!"

In the final analysis, Wu Geqi went to die today because Agadorji summoned the Jurchen envoy, and it was Wu Geqi who died for Agadorji.

"Second brother, I shouldn't have taken you out of the camp of Oara in the first place, but I should have let you die in the camp of Oara."

"Aside from losing your temper and causing disaster, what else can you do?" Tuotuobuhua let go of Agadorji, kicked him forcefully, and said with lingering anger.

It was the first time that Tutuobuhua got so angry at Agadorji, even if Agadorji took him out of the way, he was not so angry.

Because Tuotuobuhua faced a choice, let Wu Geqi live, or let Agadorji live.

Tuotuobuhua chose Agadorji, the troublemaker.

In the final analysis, Wu Geqi is just their adoptive father, and Agadorji is Tuotuobuhua's younger brother.

"I...I..." Agadorji finally straightened out the price he had to pay, and said in a daze.

Mandulu shook his head after all, his second brother was always looking for trouble, he left the old site of Prince Ning's Mansion without saying a word, and headed for the post house in Daningwei.

It was snowing heavily, and Mandulu came to the outside of the post station step by step, knelt down on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Tatar Taiji, please see the angel!"

He Zhang's master came out of the posthouse and asked with a smile, "But did you bring the head of the Jurchen envoy?"

"I haven't brought it." Mandulu bowed his head and said tremblingly.

"Then go back." The master immediately turned around and left.

Mandulu still knelt on the ground, unable to kneel for a long time. From dusk to early morning of the next day, he knelt down without moving.

The door of the posthouse finally opened.

The master came out again and said, "Come in."

Mandulu got up from the ground, but after kneeling all night, his leg went numb, and then he fell to the ground again.

The master stood on the threshold, watching quietly.

Mandulu couldn't stand up, it was freezing cold, he knelt all night, even a man of iron couldn't stand up.

Mandulu began to crawl forward, and he climbed into the door of the post station step by step, and immediately someone helped Mandulu up.

Hot water and ginger soup were prepared in the post. Mandulu was stripped of his clothes. After a few nights, he rubbed Mandulu's body with snow to warm him up, then threw him into the hot water and poured a few bowls of ginger. Tang, Mandulu's forehead was sweating, and Mandulu's life was saved.

"This mandulu is not dead, and he will definitely become my confidant's trouble in the future. He actually used all his hands and feet... to crawl in." He Zhang said to Ma Shuo very solemnly.

But Ma Shuo shook his head and said, "You can also be Daming's loyal eagle dog."

"He has scruples and weaknesses." Ma Shuo explained again.

Mandulu, who has always been cautious, climbed into the post, for whom did he climb?

For his adoptive father who loves him so much, for his cowardly older brother, and for his second brother who likes to make trouble.

Ma Shuo has been looking for Mandulu's weakness, and finally found it.

Mandulu was brought in front of He Zhang, and after kneeling all night, Mandulu's lips turned purple.

"Santaiji." He Zhang looked at Mandulu who had been trembling and said.

Mandulu immediately replied, "Yes."

He Zhang pondered for a while and said, "Your Majesty did not intend to negotiate a peace when he moved the capital camp to Yanshan. Yu Shaobao went from the capital to the Beigukou camp, and it was Daming who was ready to go to war."

"But I'm in front of you now."

"Yes." Mandulu bowed his head and listened, although his body was still shaking, but what He Zhang said was the truth, Ming was strong and Tatar was weak, and Ming didn't need peace talks.

But He Zhang arrived.

This is His Majesty's benevolence, and this is a gift from Daming.

He Zhang continued: "Some people in your Tatars oppose the peace talks, because they think that the warriors who live forever should not be so humiliated."

"In our Ming Dynasty, there are many people who oppose the peace talks, because there are people in our Ming Dynasty who think that you should be swept away and killed."

"But barbarians."

"It's only 50 taels of silver per head. Daming has plenty of money now, so just buy it."

"Yes!" Mandulu shouted loudly.

He is familiar with Daming, and of course he knows how many people in Daming regard the debate between Hua and Yi as the standard, and he also knows how difficult it is for He Zhang to come to the Great Ningwei.

"How much we have done, we have today's peace agreement."

"It wasn't me who forced your father to die, it was your second brother, because it was he, not me, who destroyed the hard-won peace talks." He Zhang said slightly melancholy.

He Zhang felt like a villain, he remembered a case.

In the fourth year of orthodoxy, He Zhang, as the censor of the capital, once impeached the envoy of Sichuan's procuratorate.

This is what he looked like when the chief inspector was making sophistry in the imperial prison.

The Sichuan procuratorate envoy fell in love with a widow, but the widow refused to take care of the three-year-old child, so the Sichuan procuratorate envoy forced the orphan and widow to death.

When He Zhang heard about this, he began to investigate, and found that the inspector was lustful, especially a wife.

The father and husband of the orphan and widow were also forced to death by the Sichuan envoy.

However, the Sichuan inspector sent people to the imperial prison, and after a round of sophistry, he actually shirked all the responsibility on himself.

He Zhang brought a dozen famous officials and knelt outside the Chengtian Gate, kneeling for a whole day, but the Sichuan procurator was finally released by King Jili, and the official was reinstated.

He Zhang now has a strong sense of déjà vu, he is exactly the same as the sophistry prosecutor.

"The Jurchen envoy cannot die and cannot negotiate peace."

"If the Tatars are really in trouble, then we can do it ourselves." After all, He Zhang did not want to be the governor of Sichuan who forced his father and husband to death and forced the orphans and widows to obey.

Your Majesty is right, high morality brings too many disadvantages.

But high morality also brings advantages, such as seemingly illusory things such as stable order.

"Thank you angel, Mandulu will definitely remember the five things. Longevity is above, Mandulu will turn against the Ming in this life, and both humans and gods will be abandoned! Heaven and earth will not tolerate it!" Mandulu shouted loudly with tears.

God of longevity, at this moment, Mandulu seemed to see the light.

"Commander Ma, is there any difficulty? After all, His Majesty forbids assassination at night." He Zhang looked at Ma Shuo.

Ma Shuo was wearing armor, and when Mandulu crawled in, he knew it would be like this.

Of course Ma Shuo had difficulties, he shook his head and said, "Wouldn't it be over if we fight with open flames?"

"When I'm done, I'll go and apologize to His Majesty."

"Before leaving, His Majesty summoned me, as long as you don't have any disadvantages, I will listen to you."

There are losses in great festivals, just like King Jili, that is, there are losses in great festivals.

He Zhang shook his head and said, "This is my opinion, and I am also guilty."

He is the one who gives the order, and Ma Shuo is the one who executes it. If His Majesty blames him, he will naturally be guilty of the same crime.

Everyone makes the decision together, and everyone is responsible together. He Zhang is not the kind of person who pushes the responsibility to the ground.

"No, Your Majesty summoned you before leaving?" He Zhang suddenly realized something, and asked in surprise, "In the imperial study?"

Ma Shuo took the bag, checked the bow, arrows and firecrackers, and said as a matter of course, "I often go to the imperial study in Tai'an Palace."

"Go often?" He Zhang asked dully.

"I'm on duty in Tai'an Palace, of course I often report it, is there any problem?" Ma Shuo asked full of doubts.

As a palace guard, he often goes to the imperial study to report, isn't it a very reasonable thing?

"Huh! Is it great to have a brand?!" He Zhang still spoke out in front of Mandulu, an outsider, which shows that he really broke his defense.

He really wanted a brand, not how precious the top or extraordinary merit cards are, but that is the approval of His Majesty, that is the approval of Daming.

Ma Shuo also somewhat understood what He Zhang was complaining about. He patted his chest with a smile, and said loudly, "It's great to have a brand!"

"Angel, may I ask, are the signs mentioned by the two angels the Extraordinary and First Achievement cards?" Mandulu, who had recovered a lot, knelt on the ground and asked obediently.

He has heard of the Qigong and Tougong cards, but he doesn't know what is so good about these things, isn't it just a silver ingot and a gold ingot?

Not heavy.

"Yes." He Zhang nodded and answered Mandulu's words.

"Mandulu begs, follow the angels to attack the Jurchen envoy!" Mandulu knelt on the ground and still did not dare to raise his head.

Daming cannot do this alone, the Tatars have to do it together.

Otherwise, the Tatars broke the peace talks first, and then used Daming's Yebushou as a knife, and borrowed a knife to kill people. What does this mean for Daming?

This peace talk cannot continue.

Mandulu knelt all night, and the cold wind blew all night, he had figured it out a long time ago, as long as he was willing to open the door, he already knew what to do.

"Then let's go together." He Zhang stood up, picked up his saber and said, "I'm wearing armor, wait for me a moment."

He Zhang has a set of armor, which is the Mingguang Armor bestowed by His Majesty, to protect his life when he escapes.

He Zhang didn't intend to use Ming Guang Jia for his escape, that would be too humiliating to Ming Guang Jia and He Zhang too.

Isn't He Zhang a big Ming Erlang?

Why should a man be afraid of death?