Year of Bing Chen, the first day of the first month.
It was snowing heavily in Hetuala.
Standing in the courtyard and looking up at the falling snow, Gu Yuanwei's mind drifted. For the past six months, he had racked his brains just to find a True Dragon to assist him. The result now could be said to be his wish — today, Nurhachi established a nation, called the "Great Jin". The Beilei and ministers of Jianzhou were honored with the title "Wise Khan" and announced it to everyone.
Although he had not yet called himself "Emperor", Nurhachi had already called himself the little Emperor of Liaodong. Gu Yuanwei happened to be here, so he could be considered a founding hero.
Although Zhou Qingfeng and Chu Ying had defected, Nurhachi still valued Gu Yuanwei very much. The latter had been promoted by Nurhachi because of his meritorious service in the recruitment center. He was also married to the widowed daughter of Nurhachi's younger brother, Shuerhaqi. Now, he and his disciple, Yang Jian, were members of Dajin's Aisin Gioro family.
After the founding of the nation, Nurhachi's King's Aura began to transform into the True Dragon's Aura. Although its aura was ferocious and uncivilized, wild and unruly, Gu Yuanwei was still wild with joy. He could sense that the hundreds of thousands of people in the territory ruled by the Great Jin Kingdom were spiritually attached to Nurhachi. His Mandate of Heaven was clear and magnificent.
Nourished by this powerful Aura, Gu Yuanwei's injuries caused by peeping into the Heavenly Secret were recovering quickly. In time, he could even restore the life that had been taken away. At this moment, he looked up at the sky full of snow, feeling ethereal and happy.
"Master."
Gu Yuanwei was feeling the heaven and earth when he was disturbed by a shout. He looked down and saw his eldest disciple, Yang Jian, coming to him with his Fujin to bow to him. Today was also the first day of the New Year. The disciple should come to bow to the master and congratulate him.
"My disciple, I've made things difficult for you in the past six months." Gu Yuanwei helped Yang Jian up and looked at the daughter of Abate. The twelve-year-old ugly girl stared blankly at her husband's master, her belly slightly bulging. She did not know how to speak Chinese, so she could only greet him in Manchu.
Being comforted by his Master, Yang Jian felt both warm and sad. The corners of his eyes were moist. What kind of life had he been living for the past six months? One misfortune after another fell upon him, and there was no end to it.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Your days will get better." Gu Yuanwei comforted her. "It's a great responsibility, so naturally there will be some twists and turns. The establishment of the Jin Dynasty is a good opportunity for us, master and disciple, to display our ambitions. In time, we might even be conferred the title of Marquis or Prime Minister, and become ministers. "
Yang Jian gradually stopped talking. "Shifu," he asked, "Right now Ehkulun has been annihilated, Chu Ying has fled without a trace, and Zhou Qingfeng is nowhere to be found. What should we do next? "
Gu Yuanwei had more information in Hetuala than ordinary people. Two months ago, in the battle of Ehkulun, Chu Ying defeated the joint forces of Mangurtai and Hwang Tae-gil, broke through the checkpoint of Liuhe Village, and wreaked havoc in more than a dozen villages in Jianzhou. In the end, Nurhachi personally led people to defeat the rebellious eldest son.
However, Chu Ying's whereabouts were unknown after the last battle. No one knew if he was alive or dead, and no one could find him anywhere. As for Zhou Qingfeng, whom Gu Yuanwei had been thinking about, no one knew his whereabouts. Until Grand Concubine Abahai reappeared …
"Chu Ying is not worth worrying about, and we don't need to waste our efforts to find him. Zhou Qingfeng, on the other hand, is a big scourge, and we have to find him. " For his cheap little disciple, Gu Yuanwei had a taste of his ability to cause trouble. He sighed in admiration. "Your Junior Brother came from four hundred years in the future. I think he is also a person who is born in time, and he will not easily go into hiding."
"Also …" Gu Yuanwei paused, lowered his voice and said, "Today, when Grand Concubine returned to the city, I read her fortune from afar. I saw that she was radiant and graceful, and there seemed to be something wrong with her."
"Ah …" Yang Jian, who had his head lowered, immediately said anxiously, "Shifu, you saw it too? I felt that there was something wrong with this Grand Concubine. She was kidnapped for four or five months, and should be haggard and gloomy. Who knew that she seemed to be … "
"Shh … Silence." Gu Yuanwei stopped his disciple from continuing with a cold face.
But Yang Jian had to spit out the words in his stomach, and his face turned red. He scolded angrily, "It's too unfair. Grand Concubine Abahai is so beautiful, and her identity is so noble. Why did such a good thing fall on that kid? And that Grand Concubine still has the face to come back? If this happened to us Han women, it would be either jumping into a well or hanging from a beam. "
"What do you know? The key to this matter is not Grand Concubine, but that kid who escaped." Gu Yuanwei scolded angrily. He patted his disciple's head. "Why do you always think about these things? Are you still secretly hiding the demonic book that your Junior Brother left behind? I told you to throw it away as soon as possible, but you are always reluctant. "
Yang Jian's face turned red, but he retorted, "Shifu, didn't you also secretly take it to read? The day before yesterday, I heard from the new mistress that if you don't read that book, you won't be interested in having sex, and only get hard after reading it. "
"That's because your new mistress is too ugly. How can I not have something to liven things up?" Gu Yuanwei scolded angrily. But when he looked at his disciple's wife, the two of them suddenly sighed in sympathy. Marrying this woman from the Aisin Gioro family could raise their status, but marrying her would be difficult.
The master and disciple sighed a few times, and Yang Jian suddenly asked, "Shifu, do you think the Great Khan knows about this?"
Gu Yuanwei's expression immediately changed. "Do you think we are the only ones in the city who can see that there is something wrong with Grand Concubine? No one else said anything, so why are you thinking about it? If you want to die, go ahead and guess. By then, Grand Concubine will definitely be fine, but you may not be. "
Yang Jian shrunk his neck in fright, and immediately shook his head to show that he would not talk nonsense. Gu Yuanwei was not in the mood to continue the conversation. For this New Year's celebration, he ordered people to prepare a table full of family banquets, and it could be considered a joyous talk around the stove. But before the sky turned dark, a servant came to report that Grand Concubine Abahai, who had just returned to the city, had arrived, and had even brought wine and meat rewarded by the Great Khan.
Today, Nurhachi established the country, and a grand ceremony was held in the Han palace. The whole of Hetuala was rewarded, and even the slaves could have an extra meal. Abahai had just returned and knelt before Nurhachi and cried, representing the Great Khan in consoling the whole city. Gu Yuanwei and Yang Jian hurriedly went out to welcome him, kneeling and bowing to accept the wine and meat.
But when the ceremony was over, Abahai dismissed everyone, leaving Gu Yuanwei and his disciple alone in front of him for questioning. Yang Jian stole a glance at her and saw that the Grand Concubine's body was round and slender, and there was no sign of suffering in Hekulun. Compared to before, she was even more seductive and enchanting.
Thinking of the most likely reason, and then thinking of the woman in Zhou Qingfeng's erotic book, Yang Jian could not help but let his imagination run wild. The Grand Concubine in front of him was even more seductive than the woman in the book, and she was truly a stunning beauty. Thinking of what kind of person could have a night of fun with her, Yang Jian could not help but feel hot all over, and he gritted his teeth in hatred.
Abahai, however, had no time to care about Yang Jian. She only said to Gu Yuanwei, "Mister Gu has made a great contribution in recruiting talents for the Great Khan. I thank you on behalf of the Great Khan. "
Gu Yuanwei hurriedly said a few words of modesty.
Abahai, however, lowered her voice and said, "I heard that among the talented people recruited by Mister Gu, there are many who are good at tracking and assassination. I wonder if Mister Gu can do me a favor?"
Gu Yuanwei's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly bowed and said, "I will obey Grand Concubine's orders."
"Your disciple, Zhou Qingfeng, should be in Fushun now, or if not, he should be in Shenyang. Send someone to kill him immediately. "Abahai had just returned today, and she hurriedly arranged this matter. When she gave the order, her tone was cold and ruthless. "If you can do it, I will owe you a favor."
Yang Jian, who was standing to the side, was inexplicably happy, but Gu Yuanwei's expression was as usual. He cupped his hands and said, "Grand Concubine, don't worry, I will obey your order." After Abahai left, he immediately sent someone to give the order, "Go and call 'Crafty Thorn' here. Tell him I have something for him to do."
Putting aside Gu Yuanwei's arrangements, Abahai returned to the Han Palace before nightfall after comforting the whole city on behalf of Nurhachi. Nurhachi was sitting high up in the main hall, having just finished a discussion with several important ministers. The Great Khan of Jianzhou was already 58 years old, with a shiny scalp and slender eyes. Although he looked old, he was still full of vigor.
As soon as he saw Abahai return, Nurhachi laughed heartily and happily said, "My Great Fujin, just find a few servants to deliver wine and meat. You just came back, you should rest more. "
Abahai had been with Boar Skin for more than ten years, and she knew how to please her man. After bowing, she leaned forward and said with a faint smile, "Since ancient times, our country has never established a Khan. The Great Khan was born to pacify the people, to comfort the poor, and to raise the wise. The Great Khan's establishment of a country today is a major event for our Jurchen and Jianzhou. I'm even happier to be able to work for the Great Khan. "
Nurhachi laughed heartily. He was very fond of his wife, who was more than 30 years younger than him, and had always doted on her. He pulled Abahai to his side and asked her about her experiences in Herkulun. Abahai picked some interesting things to talk about, focusing on how sad she was and how loyal she was.
However, she could not avoid mentioning Zhou Qingfeng.
Nurhachi only knew that Zhou Qingfeng was only 'eight years old', so he did not find anything wrong with such a little kid living with his Grand Concubine. He only sighed and said, "I also think that this kid is very interesting, so I sent a painter to Herkulun to see what this troublesome kid looks like. In the end, the painter did not accomplish anything, and he did not even come back. "
"The painter sent by the Great Khan did draw, but the painting was almost lost. I was the one who brought it back," Abahai said. She had wanted to go along with the topic and make the wild boar skin happy, but after talking about Zhou Qingfeng, she felt a little awkward and even uneasy. Nurhachi did not feel anything wrong. Instead, he was very eager to see what Zhou Qingfeng looked like.
Abahai could not refuse no matter how much she wanted to, so she could only order someone to search among the items she brought back. After searching for a long time, she took out an unframed ink painting and placed it in front of Nurhachi. It was a painting of Zhou Qingfeng riding a horse up a mountain.
Nurhachi, who was used to seeing serious portraits, suddenly saw such a realistic portrait. At first, it was novel, but then his face turned gloomy. At Zhou Qingfeng's request, Cai Zhiwei made this painting very realistic, three-dimensional, and full of vigor. Although Zhou Qingfeng in the painting was young, his face was cold and his eyes were firm.
Grandpa Zhou galloped on his horse, looking very majestic. He did not look like a child at all. Instead, he looked like a commander giving orders. This feeling was too real, and the impact was too great.
When Abahai saw this painting, she would think of the absurd days when she was forced to have sex with that brat. Just thinking about it made her legs weak, and she bit her lips in hatred.
Nurhachi saw Zhou Qingfeng frowning, and he felt an inexplicable disgust in his heart. He muttered, "I don't like this brat. I'm sick of looking at him, and my heart is burning with anger."
The viewing of the painting ended hastily.
It was already late at night, so Abahai slept with him. Having not touched his Grand Concubine for a few months, Nurhachi was anxious. Both of them were an old married couple, and things in bed had long been common. Everything was no different from the past.
The wild boar skin was old but strong. Pressing down on his Grand Concubine, he began to hit it fiercely. It was just that he had been pressed down in the dark for a long time, and the whole process seemed to be possessed. When Abahai finally felt her chest loosen up, her man fell asleep to the side.
It was like this in the past, but today was not special.
Abahai got off the bed to clean herself, and her personal maid came forward to help her to fetch hot water elsewhere. However, she heard the female master murmur in a low voice, "In the past, I always felt that there was only one trick between men and women, but now that I've compared it, I know it's different. I originally hated that heartless brat for having too many tricks and torturing me every day. Today, I finally know the bitterness of eating rotten vegetables after eating delicacies. "
The personal maid naturally knew what Abahai was talking about, and had nothing to say to comfort her. When she lay back on the bed, Abahai couldn't fall asleep with her eyes open. She couldn't help but reach out and rub her full chest, and then put her fingers into the fluffy hair between her thighs and knead. Thinking of that heartless brat's good, her cheeks couldn't help but swell. The flower stream was muddy, but …
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