At night, a bonfire was lit in the horse market outside of Fushun Pass. From afar, it looked like stars in the dark.
In ancient times, transportation was not developed. The market was opened according to the appointed time, so it was not easy to get to the market. Many people would have to spend one or two days or even longer to get to the market from dozens of miles away. Moreover, it was very dangerous to travel at night, so many people could not come back on the same day after trading and could only stay temporarily.
The imperial court of Daming strictly controlled the trade at the border. There were many restrictions on the number of people, goods, taxes, and trading partners. But in this day and age, no one cared about the imperial court, as long as they could make money.
In a corner of the horse market, a team from the Khalkha Mongols set up a tent. The brave Mongol guards were eating and drinking around the bonfire. In front of the bonfire, there were a few energetic guys wrestling, which attracted cheers. Among the Mongols around the bonfire, Zhou Qingfeng was sleeping soundly on the ground. Yang Jian was guarding him with a lamb leg in his hand, but he did not eat it.
During the day, Yang Jian had used all his strength in his fight, and when he saw that his opponent was unwilling to give up and wanted to continue fighting, Zhou Qingfeng's amazing move had actually managed to form a good relationship with the Mongolian barbarians who only fought in a single line. Yang Jian was shocked and scared. He was even a little ashamed after the fight, but he did not dare to make trouble again.
It was only because Zhou Qingfeng relied on his young age that the words of a child carried no harm and made everyone laugh out loud. If it was someone else, they would definitely not be able to make those Mongolians calm down so easily. After all, ordinary Mongols were stubborn, but the Mongol nobles were smart.
Zhou Qingfeng bought all the horse milk wine in a wine shop and invited the Mongols to drink. But after a few mouthfuls, he fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
The leader of the Mongols, Manguerdai, thought that this kid was very interesting. In modern times, it was called 'acting cute'. Not only did he not drive them away, but he allowed them to stay in his bonfire and have fun together. However, it was clear that the Mongolians preferred Zhou Qingfeng, who had a glib tongue. As for Yang Jian, who did not know what to do, they just ignored him.
When night fell, the bald Mongolian named Ba Tu brought a lamb leg to Yang Jian. He sat down and asked in rusty Chinese, "Your spells are not suitable for fighting. Who did you learn them from?"
Perhaps it was because they had fought before, but Ba Tu still had some respect for Yang Jian. And Yang Jian was a little more confident in this bald barbarian. Since the other party took the initiative to chat, he took a bite of the greasy leg of lamb and said, "Of course I learned it from my master."
"Who is your master?"
"My master's surname is Gu, and his title is Daoist Yun Shi."
The moment Yang Jian asked, he revealed his identity. After he revealed his master's name, Ba Tu was stunned. The bald barbarian turned around and shouted a few words to his companions, but no one could understand what he was saying. After a while, Ba Tu asked Yang Jian again, as if to confirm, "Your master's name is Gu Yuanwei?"
"You know my master?" Being called by his master's name, Yang Jian felt angry, but at the same time, he felt that something was wrong. However, his master, who used to be able to make decisions, was now unconscious, and his junior brother, who was good at changing the situation, was drunk and unconscious. He could only brace himself to deal with everything in front of him.
After confirming the name he heard, Ba Tu stood up and walked to a tent. Not long after, the beautiful woman, Manguldai, came over and asked Yang Jian in Chinese, "Your master is Gu Yuanwei, the one who was rumored to be chased by the Ming court and fled to Liaodong?"
The woman was tall and had long legs. Her outstanding appearance gave off a strong aura even though she was dressed in ordinary clothes. There were also a few Mongolian guards following her. These people surrounded Yang Jian intentionally or unintentionally, giving him a great deal of pressure. Yang Jian had never encountered such a situation, so he mumbled, "Yes."
The woman asked again, "Where is your master?"
What do you want? "Yang Jian realized that he could not talk nonsense anymore.
However, the woman glanced at Zhou Qingfeng, who was drunk and sleeping at her feet. She pursed her lips and sneered, "You are not as smart as your junior brother. If it was him, he would not be so obedient." The woman then asked Ba Tu, "Which house did they come out from during the day?"
Zhou Qingfeng and the others were located in the designated residential area of the horse market where the Fushun Qianhu lived. It was actually an empty space full of weeds. A row of shabby houses was rented to barbarians who came to trade as storage and accommodation. Those who were not used to living in houses naturally set up their own tents. Ba Tu pointed to the house where the conflict started during the day, and the woman immediately led the group to the house.
"Wait … What do you want?" Yang Jian quickly walked to the door of the house, holding a peach wood sword in his hand.
"Is your master inside?"
"My master is not in a good position to see guests right now."
"Get out of the way, I have the final say."
The woman had a deep sense of pride and wildness. These northern nobles were all slave masters, and they were used to being unreasonable in their own territory. To him, others were either his own kind that he could communicate with on an equal footing or a slave. She obviously did not think of Yang Jian as someone who could talk to her on equal terms.
The woman said something in Mongolian, and the Mongolian warriors beside her pulled out their weapons with a grin, closing in step by step. Yang Jian suddenly became uneasy, but he stood guard at the door and did not retreat. He just kept asking loudly, "What do you want? My master is not in a good position to see guests right now. "
Ba Tu walked in front, obviously wanting to fight with Yang Jian again. However, before the two of them could fight, a vague childish voice came from behind, "Senior brother, let that beautiful sister go in alone. But the others can only stay outside. "
The woman turned her head slightly, and saw Zhou Qingfeng who had just woken up crawling up. This eight year old kid held his head and staggered a few steps, mumbling, "Drinking is really a hindrance, this situation was not in my plan at all."
Walking to the woman's side, Zhou Qingfeng raised his head and smiled, "Sister, what's your name? Can you give me some water? My mouth is so dry when I'm drunk. "
Due to the earth-shattering horse dance earlier in the day, these Mongolians had a good impression of Zhou Qingfeng. However, this woman was not one of them. She did not even reply to Zhou Qingfeng's words, and only sneered, "Little rascal, what are you trying to do now? I advise you not to have any crooked thoughts, you brat. "
The woman ignored Zhou Qingfeng, and pushed Yang Jian, who was standing at the door, away. The air in the room was murky, and there was no light. She waved her hand and created a gust of air, lighting up a few spots of light. She saw Gu Yuanwei leaning against the headboard, unconscious. With just one look, she knew that Gu Yuanwei was now a cripple.
Yang Jian guarded the door to stop the Mongolians from coming in, while Zhou Qingfeng followed beside the woman and said, "Sister, my master is injured, and he really can't see anyone. Why don't you discuss it with me? "
The woman still ignored Zhou Qingfeng. She walked to Gu Yuanwei and lightly pointed at the air, as if trying to find out how Gu Yuanwei was injured. Gu Yuanwei's body suddenly tensed up, and a red chain flew out of his chest. The whole room immediately felt like it had fallen into an ice cave, and the air was cold. The woman immediately cut off the connection and flew out of the room.
The strange situation in the room immediately disappeared, but Gu Yuanwei was still unconscious. Zhou Qingfeng, who was ignored, could only follow her out of the room. He touched his cold arm and thought, "That's the Red Lotus Karmic Fire? That's impressive. "
The woman walked out of the room and left without looking back. Although the Mongolian guards beside her did not know what was going on, they quickly retreated and did not make things difficult for Zhou Qingfeng and Yang Jian. The two brothers stood at the door in a daze. Yang Jian asked, "What is that woman trying to do? She just glanced at Master and left. What does that mean? But luckily, that woman did not make things difficult for us. "
"Sigh …" Zhou Qingfeng had just woken up from his drunken stupor and had a terrible headache. He lightly hit his head and sighed, "It's bad to be threatened, used, and made things difficult. But what's worse is that no one cares about us. We are in such dire straits now. Those Mongolians probably think that there's no need to make things difficult for us. "
The two brothers looked at each other and sighed. Both of them had a lot on their minds, and stood in the darkness where the bonfire could not shine. After a long time, Yang Jian returned to the room to watch over Gu Yuanwei. Zhou Qingfeng could not stand the stench inside, so he sat outside and dozed off against the wall.
When it was late at night, Zhou Qingfeng was awakened by the cold. Just as he was thinking about where to hide from the wind, he saw a few glows in front of him. The woman was silently standing in front of him, sizing him up. The two looked at each other for a while. The tall and arrogant woman beckoned him and said, "Follow me."
Zhou Qingfeng hesitated for a while, and then followed. The two did not go to the Mongolian bonfire. Instead, they stood in a secluded place outside of the fire. The woman stood still and said softly, "Do you know who I am?"
Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly, "Sister, don't talk nonsense. Just tell me what you want me to do. But let me be clear, I am young and my ability is limited. I can't do anything big. If you have any plans that you cannot back out of, don't tell me. "
The woman frowned and said, "I don't like slippery and disobedient kids like you. You don't look like you are eight or nine years old. If you say you are eighty years old, I will believe you. But it doesn't matter. I don't expect you to be loyal. Let me ask you now, are you willing to be my slave? "
Damn … She said it as if she thought highly of Zhou Qingfeng. Taking him as a slave was a great reward. It was a favor that others wanted but could not get. Zhou Qingfeng should immediately kneel down and kowtow with tears of gratitude, crying bitterly to show his joy. But Zhou Qingfeng curled his lips and said, "I don't want to."
The woman's eyes showed a hint of contempt. "Don't you want to know the benefits of joining me?"
"I still don't want to."
"Have you already guessed who I am?"
"No. To be honest, I am not familiar with the Mongolian Khalka tribe."
"I am not a Mongolian. I am from the Yehe tribe of Jurchen."
"Ah … I am not familiar with the Yehe tribe either."
"You … Little rascal, it is your fortune that I think highly of you."
"Sister, your Chinese is not bad. You should know the saying 'a forced melon will not be sweet'."
"Now I want to twist your head to see if you are different from others."
Usually, almost no one disobeyed her. But tonight, this woman was rejected by Zhou Qingfeng again and again. She could not help but be angry. She reached out and made a gesture to twist Zhou Qingfeng's head. Zhou Qingfeng quickly jumped back and shouted, "Wait, sister, what do you want me to do? Can you make it clear? "
The woman's chest heaved up and down. She held back her anger and said, "Whether it is Jurchen or Mongolian, there are many brave warriors who dare to fight, but there are not many smart people who can use their brains. I feel that a little rascal like you should be full of bad ideas. I want you to help me deal with a big enemy. "
"Uh … You rashly recruit people to deal with your enemy. Aren't you afraid that the news will spread and everyone will know, which will cause the enemy to be vigilant?"
"The whole of Liaodong knows who my enemy is. I once swore that whoever can kill my enemy, I will marry him. Unfortunately, no one has succeeded in so many years. On the contrary, my enemy is getting stronger and stronger. I can't stand it anymore. "
"It sounds like your enemy is very powerful. Who is he?"
"Nurhachi."
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