Ma Xiaoquan stretched out his hand, pulled the Jurchen soldier up from the ground, grabbed the latter's neck, raised his eyebrows and asked: "How is it? Is it good to eavesdrop?"
The Jurchen soldier shook his head and said that he did not understand Chinese.
Ma Xiaoquan was not polite and slapped him with a big ear scraper. After a snap, a clear five-finger handprint appeared on the face of the Jurchen soldier.
"You, you dare to hit me?" The Jurchen soldier suddenly shouted in Chinese and glared at Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and asked, "Aren't you pretending not to understand Chinese? How come you were slapped down by me and your wisdom roots were knocked out?"
"You, you dare to hit me, do you know who I am?"
Ma Xiaoquan frowned, grabbed the man's neck with his right hand, and pressed the other person's scabbard with his left hand, saying: "I don't care who you are. If you are eavesdropping and I find out, you should be beaten. What, don't you accept it? Then I will beat you again."
..." As he said that, Ma Xiaoquan made a gesture to hit him.
The Jurchen soldier was so frightened that he quickly put his head in his hands and squatted down.
"Wait a minute!" A deep voice suddenly came over. Ma Xiaoquan looked up and saw that it was Daishan.
Ma Xiaoquan actually had no intention of fighting the Jurchen soldiers again. After all, he was in Shenyang, which was the territory of the Jurchens, not the capital, nor the territory of the Han people.
Someone happened to shout to stop, so Ma Xiaoquan was naturally willing to borrow the donkey from Poxia.
Looking up, Ma Xiaoquan pretended to be surprised and said: "Uh? General Daishan, why are you here?"
Ma Xiaoquan's words were very polite and his movements were somewhat relaxed.
What Ma Xiaoquan didn't expect was that the Jurchen soldier suddenly backhanded him, shrunk his neck, and made a clever dodge to reach Ma Xiaoquan's side. Then he quickly pulled out the saber from his waist and stabbed Ma Xiaoquan in the crotch.
"I~~日~~" Ma Xiaoquan cursed angrily, but it was still too late.
The Jurchen soldier's sword cut through Ma Xiaoquan's trousers with a sharp sound and penetrated directly into his crotch.
"Huh~~" The Jurchen soldier raised his head and glanced at Ma Xiaoquan proudly, his eyes full of ridicule and pride. In his opinion, even if Ma Xiaoquan was not dead after this blow, he would definitely no longer be a man in the future.
It's just that... this Jurchen soldier was a little too proud, because just when he thought he had succeeded, a crisp sound suddenly came from Ma Xiaoquan's crotch.
Yes, that's right, it was a clear sound, so clear that both the Jurchen soldier and Daishan, who was standing by in shock, had an illusion.
Because, this clear sound can only be made when metals collide.
The next moment, the Jurchen soldier came back to his senses and looked at Ma Xiaoquan in horror: "You...you...what are you hiding in your crotch?"
Ma Xiaoquan grabbed the Jurchen soldier's neck and lifted him up directly.
"Uh, uh~~" Ma Xiaoquan used so much force that he pinched the Jurchen soldier until his face turned red and he could no longer breathe.
"Master Ma, please show mercy!" Dai Shan quickly stepped forward and advised.
Ma Xiaoquan glanced at Dai Shan, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then let go. The Jurchen soldier seemed to be paralyzed, lying on the ground and breathing heavily.
Daishan hurriedly walked over, grabbed the Jurchen soldier, frowned and said: "Get out of here!"
The Jurchen soldier had not yet taken a breath, but when he saw Daishan's face, he ran away regardless of his discomfort.
"Master Ma, are you okay?" Daishan rubbed his hands and said apologetically, "That soldier may have prejudices against Han people, so he may have misunderstood you...your...
Where are you..." Daishan pointed to Ma Xiaoquan's crotch with some embarrassment.
Ma Xiaoquan looked down and saw, oh, his pants were torn, and the words in his crotch were almost exposed.
"Uh~~Um..." Ma Xiaoquan smiled at Daishan with some embarrassment and said, "This is really embarrassing, but I did bring a lot of new pants. General Daishan, please wait a moment.
Let me change it."
Daishan nodded and waited at the door for Ma Xiaoquan to change his pants, then walked into the room with Ma Xiaoquan's permission.
Fangfang had already poured tea for Daishan, and Daishan smiled, picked up the teacup, glanced at Fangfang, and expressed his gratitude.
Fangfang hummed and carried Xiao Zhifeng into another side room.
Ma Xiaoquan sat in front of the desk and said, "Why did General Daishan appear at the door? Could it be that you knew that the Jurchen soldier was coming?"
Dai Shan smiled and shook his head and said: "Where, where, I happened to have left something behind, and I came back to get it, but I happened to hear some movement. I was so scared. You said Master Ma, you are the envoy of the Ming Dynasty. If there is anything wrong, I will
How to explain to the Great Khan?"
"Haha, I'll be fine."
Daishan asked curiously: "Master Ma, what you said...is there any protective treasure? Such a sharp knife is actually..."
Ma Xiaoquan smiled mysteriously and said: "I learned this from an immortal. Well, it's a pity that I learned half of it. Otherwise, I would have no problem with twenty maids in one night."
"Is this... so powerful?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and said seriously: "Well, hey, I was just too greedy, so I only learned half of it. When I wanted to learn it again later, the immortal had already left. Hey, I don't understand. Isn't that Jurchen soldier?
Your people?"
Daishan shook his head: "No, I haven't seen it."
Daishan did not lie. He had never seen the Jurchen soldier. Although he sent two soldiers to keep an eye on Ma Xiaoquan, he did not order them to stick to the door and eavesdrop.
Dai Shan was also wondering in his heart, who sent that Jurchen soldier just now.
"Oh, okay, it's not too early. General Daishan should go back and rest."
"Okay~~"
...
After leaving the inn, Daishan called over two soldiers and asked, "Whose soldier is that soldier who ran out of the inn just now? Where did he run to?"
The soldier pointed to the south and replied: "Running in that direction~"
"South?" Dai Shan was startled. The south is Huang Taiji's residence. If he ran there, wouldn't he be running towards Huang Taiji?
"Are you sure he ran south?"
"Yes~sure~"
"Hmm~~" Daishan dragged his chin and frowned, "Okay, you can go down, I understand."
"Yes~~"
...
In the guest room of the inn, Ma Xiaoquan took his pants and smiled and asked Fangfang to sew them for him.
Fangfang said worriedly: "Sir, are you not injured there?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said: "No, it's not like you haven't learned anything before, hehe."
Fangfang's pretty face turned red: "Your Majesty, you are so ungrateful. Bring me your pants and I will sew them."
"Hey, okay~~"
Fangfang took the trousers from Ma Xiaoquan and mended them while asking, "Sir, why do I always feel like something is wrong with that Daishan?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said: "You can see it too, okay, let's talk about it~"
Fangfang nodded and said, "Logically speaking, he doesn't know Sister Yue'er and Sister Xiaomei, but why would he ask?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Well, you asked a good question. I have also thought about this question. There are two possibilities. With the beauty of your sister Yue'er and sister Xiaomei, they might have gotten the information from Han spies...
..There is another way, that is, he is asking for others."
"You asked for someone else, who?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly and said: "It would be great if I knew who it was~ Okay, the pants are sewn, let's rest first. Well, has Zhifeng breastfed?"
Fangfang blushed and nodded: "I just fed her."
Ma Xiaoquan hugged Fangfang into his arms and said with a smile: "Is there any more? I want to drink some too..."
...
The next day, Ma Xiaoquan got up very early. When Daishan arrived at the inn, he had already taken Fangfang to get ready.
Daishan was slightly startled, then cupped his hands at Ma Xiaoquan and said, "Master Ma, you got up really early."
"Haha, General Daishan is also very early~"
"Okay, let's leave now. The Great Khan has given orders. The welcoming ceremony is about to begin."
"Okay~"
...
Directly in the south, in the Jurchen Hall, Huang Taiji sat on the sweat seat with high spirits, with confidence in his brows.
He was waiting for Ma Xiaoquan's arrival, then knelt in front of him and said hello to him.
Not far away, a familiar face gradually came towards him. The corners of Huang Taiji's mouth slightly raised as he stared at that face.
It was Ma Xiaoquan. He held Xiao Zhifeng in one hand and Fangfang in the other, walking slowly towards Huang Taiji.
Huang Taiji frowned slightly, feeling slightly unhappy in his heart.
Well, you Ma Xiaoquan, as an envoy of a country, you actually hold a child in one hand and a woman in the other? Isn’t this reasonable?
...
Ma Xiaoquan walked up to Huang Taiji and half-bowed politely: "The envoy sent by Yuan Chonghuan, the governor of Liaodong, Ma Xiaoquan, the deacon of Jinyiwei, has met the Great Khan~"
Ma Xiaoquan said that he was sent by Yuan Chonghuan, the governor of Liaodong, and did not say that he represented the Ming Dynasty. In this way, he could avoid Huang Taiji from discussing the matter and saying that the Ming Dynasty was disrespectful. Secondly, he also indirectly made a small mistake for himself.
After all, it was the first time for Fangfang to experience such a fight, and Ma Xiaoquan was worried that she would be scared.
Huang Taiji was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Okay, what a great Ma Xiaoquan, he really deserves to be Ma Xiaoquan. Okay, since I'm here, I won't talk nonsense anymore, please sit down~"
Huang Taiji waved his hand, and two Jurchen maids immediately brought a chair for Ma Xiaoquan to sit on.
Ma Xiaoquan took a look at the chair in front of him. It was quite good-looking and looked very strong, but there was only one chair.
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and said: "Great Khan, I came here from the capital. To be honest, this time I became Brother Yuan's envoy purely because of my personal relationship, so... I hope the Great Khan can also give my wife a chance.
A chair so she can hold her baby and rest."
Huang Taiji sneered: "Don't you Han people regard women as trivial?"
Ma Xiaoquan retorted: "Isn't it the same with you Jurchens?"
