Rebirth of Yongle Merry

When Zhu Di mentioned the Mongolian soldier, it was not entirely accurate to say that he was Guilichi's subordinate. Getuya was actually Guilichi's half-brother and the number one warrior of the Qierjisi tribe.

Guilichi was placed under house arrest by Mahamu, and Getuya lurked among the guards to connect him with the outside world. The strength of the Qierjisi Department gradually expanded in secret, and Guilichi forbears and does not say anything. What he waits for is an opportunity.Shen Yunxu didn't know what agreement the two reached when he was helping Zhu Di avoid the Mongolian soldiers' search, but the subtle atmosphere changed, and he knew that he was about to leave the ranch that had trapped him for two years with Zhu Di.

The snow-white lamb was only a month old, and Shen Yunxu stroked its fur with his fingertips.

He wants to go back to Daming, if possible, he is willing to take it with him.

"Me-baa-."

The lamb came over with a bleat, and licked the back of his hand with the tip of its tongue.Shen Yunxu took the green grass and handed it to its mouth, watching it move its mouth to chew, the sudden heartache hit him like lightning, his eyes darkened and he covered his chest.

A snow-white fox with one brown and one purple eyes, he took it away from the Gouling Mountain with a gurgling stream, and they slept in the same bed in the same car along the way.That fox is Zhu Quan. Not only did he seek a chance to be reborn for him, but he also gave up a hundred years of practice to follow him all the way.

They didn't meet each other for two whole years, and when Zhu Di appeared, he forgot him.

Shen Yunxu staggered and stood up. If he still felt guilty towards one person in his life, that person would be Zhu Quan.

"Han man, your back is so tempting."

As soon as he stood up, he was thrown down by a strong force behind him. Shen Yunxu fell on the haystack, and Getuya's heavy body was already crushed down.

"What do you want to do?"

Shen Yunxu was almost suffocated, and Getuya looked at him with a smile, "Han, when will you agree to go back to the camp with me?"

This rascal's temperament is exactly the same as Zhu Quan's.

Shen Yunxu's eyes dimmed, and Getuya whispered in his ear and said quickly: "The responders have already arrived, and I will take you away after it gets dark tonight."

Zhu Di had been hiding in the cave for three or four days, and the longer the time, the more dangerous it became. Finally, when it was time to leave, Shen Yunxu heaved a sigh of relief, and then his heart hung up again. As long as he was still in the Mongolian tribe, He was afraid that he would be so worried.

After breaking away from Getuya and standing up again, other Mongolian soldiers had already approached.

In addition to a few familiar faces guarding the sentry post, there were also two rare Mongolian soldiers, and Shen Yunxu immediately had a premonition.Two Mongolian soldiers approached him and offered to escort him away. "Come with us, the prime minister wants to see you."

Is it really difficult for him to have a safe life?Getuya was going to take them away tonight, but Mahamu sent someone to take him away at this time.The ranch is at least half a day away from Mahamu's residence. Once he is taken away by the Mongolian soldiers, it is impossible to leave with Zhu Di tonight.

Getuya looked over, and Shen Yunxu saw him clenched his fists under the sleeves of his robe.

He must not explode, otherwise all previous efforts will be in vain.

Shen Yunxu raised his voice and deliberately reminded him, "I'll go with you."

He bent down, held the lamb in his arms, and walked towards Getuya. "I'll give it to you, take it back to the camp tonight, remember to take good care of it."

"The Han people don't want to go back to the camp with you, so I'll give you a sheep instead."

The Mongolian soldiers next to him burst into laughter.

Shen Yunxu nodded resolutely to Getuya, hoping that he can understand that no matter what happens, he can continue to act tonight to help Zhu Di escape.

Getuya gritted his teeth, and took the lamb with a forced smile.

Shen Yunxu got on the horse and turned around for the last time with worry.The cave where Zhu Di is hiding is behind the fence. He must be able to hear and see everything that happened just now. The reunion came suddenly but the parting was also hasty. After this glance, he wondered if he would have the chance to meet him again.Two Mongolian soldiers escorted him, one behind the other, towards Mahamu's camp.

On the banks of the great lake, there are scattered tents of Mahamu and his guards. After a half-day journey, you can reach the sweat tent of the great Khan Elebek of the Mongolian tribe.The Mongols have always adopted nomadic tactics. They do not have a fixed capital or a fixed place of residence, so although Ming has been chasing them for so many years, the results have been minimal.Unless they can completely occupy the Mongolian prairie, as long as they are beaten away, they will soon come back and cross the border to disturb.

Shen Yunxu gradually understood the content of the agreement reached between Zhu Di and Guilichi. As long as he helped Guilichi get rid of Mahamu's grip and control the Mongolian tribes, Guilichi would at least take a gentle approach in getting along with Daming. Since the Mongols cannot be driven away, it is an expedient policy for both sides not to violate the wells and rivers.

On top of the strategy of guarding the border against the Mongols, Shen Yunxu believed that Zhu Di had been working hard.

Dismounting from the horse outside the camp, Shen Yunxu followed the Mongolian soldiers towards the most gorgeous tent among them.In the open space of the camp, two teams of Mongolian soldiers were hitting polo, but what they hit with the long-handled mallets was not ordinary wooden balls, but the head of Lan Yong, who died in battle a few days ago!

The bloody human heads rolled on the ground. The Mongolian soldiers wearing black boots and riding horses didn't seem to feel any difference between human heads and ordinary wooden balls, and all of them showed bloodthirsty ferocity. , and the person in the middle, wearing high-waisted red boots, with only a small braid on the back of his head, and a large gold earring hanging from his left ear, is the Mongolian Prime Minister Mahamu.

Shen Yunxu's eyes were filled with tears, and the blood in his chest was churning.

He had never really held a grudge against a person in his life, but at this moment he hated the Mongols in front of him, they were as bloodless as animals!

The polo match was still going on, and Shen Yunxu had no way to continue watching. He turned his back and supported the tent, and as the blood in his chest surged more and more violently, he spit out a mouthful of blood.There seemed to be countless golden stars falling in front of him, and his body fell limply to the ground.

"You fainted from fright?"

Mahamu reined in the horse's reins, and turned Shen Yunxu's body over with the long handle of the mallet, "Cowardly Han Chinese!"

A brazier was lit outside the tent, and the smell of barbecue and spirits woke Shen Yunxu up. The smell was so strong that he almost retched when he just woke up.His hands and feet were bound with ropes, and he was thrown like a rag under the tent's foundation.

"Your name is Shen Yunxu, isn't it?"

Mahamu came over with the wine bowl in his hand. He wore a Mongolian robe with long sleeves and wide, high collar and right lapel. The edges, cuffs and neckline of the robe were decorated with mink fur.He is about the same age as Zhu Di, but there is a world of difference in bearing. Even when Zhu Di is in a rage, he still has a frightening courage, but Mahamu, he is just a butcher of the Yi tribe.

Shen Yunxu turned his face away from looking at him, the bright moon had already risen in the sky, hoping that Getuya had escaped with Zhu Di in the pasture.

Mahamu squatted down and looked at Shen Yunxu like he was looking at meat on the anvil, "I don't know what price King Ning of Ming Dynasty will pay in exchange for you? I hope I won't be disappointed!"

Shen Yunxu raised his head suddenly, and Mahamu downed the spirits, then threw the wine bowl out.

The Mongols sent troops to plunder on the border north of Daning. Zhu Yuanzhang ordered Zhu Di to lead troops to annihilate them. Zhu Quan mobilized his troops to help. In the battle of Checheer Mountain, the Mongolian general Suolin Timur fell into Zhu Quan's hands , Daming cavalry pursued all the way to Wuliangha Tucheng, and if they continued to fight down, they would approach the sweat tent of Great Khan Elebek.

Mahamu was ready to withdraw from the camp. He had put Shen Yunxu under house arrest for two years, and finally wanted to use him on the blade.

"At the Kekou market, Zhu Quan defended you desperately. Will he come and exchange with me for you this time?"

Shen Yunxu quickly understood that it was not Mahamu's real purpose to exchange Suolin Timur with him, what he wanted was to bait Zhu Quan to go deep alone!He shook his head desperately, "He won't come, he thought I was dead, he definitely won't come!"

"Han, you reminded me."

Mahamu's eyes swept across Shen Yunxu's body, "Which part of your body should I chop off so that he will believe that you are in my hands? Ears? Eyes? Left hand or right hand?"

Shen Yunxu's back was wet with cold sweat, "I didn't remember these things, everyone looks the same, he can't believe you."

Mahamu took Shen Yunxu's hand, and looked at it through the moonlight and firelight with eyes that seemed to hold everything in his hand, "Han man, your hands are very beautiful, with well-defined knuckles and well-proportioned flesh and bones. If he has ever touched your hand, he will definitely recognize it."

His voice was indifferent and cruel, and he was able to slap a human head like a wooden ball. The Mongolian prime minister was absolutely serious about cutting off his hand!Regardless of whether Zhu Quan recognizes it or not, as long as there is a clue that he survived, he will definitely not let it go!

Shen Yunxu exclaimed, "I can write to him for you, he can recognize my handwriting."

"So much the better."

Mahamu threw Shen Yunxu's hand away and stood up again.

He has a tall and tall Mongolian figure, and the figure reflected by the firelight covers Shen Yunxu's body, and he only feels palpitations.

The pen and paper were quickly brought over, and Mahamu asked Shen Yunxu to untie the rope from his hand, and asked him to write this letter to Zhu Quan.Shen Yunxu held the pen, his eyes were covered with moisture, and he didn't write a word on the paper for a long time.He can hide what he really wants to say to Zhu Quan between the lines and remind Zhu Quan not to come forward, but as long as his handwriting falls into Zhu Quan's eyes, will he still listen to him?He will definitely not care about anything.

"Han people, write quickly!"

Mahamu sat on the felt blanket with his knees bent, urging him while drinking.

This letter cannot be written, must not be written!

Shen Yunxu suddenly threw all the paper and pen into the brazier, he would rather let Mahamu cut off his hand, so there is still a glimmer of hope that Zhu Quan will not be fooled!

"What a cunning Han Chinese!"

Mahamu slapped Shen Yunxu's face heavily, leaving five distinct fingerprints, and Shen Yunxu's face immediately swelled up. "Tie him to the big flagpole tonight, no one is allowed to let him down without my order!"