Ma Xiaoquan completely cut off the topic with just one sentence. Huang Taiji was stunned and could only nod: "Yes, yes~~"
...
Because of Ma Xiaoquan's words, the originally lively banquet suddenly became quiet.
Huang Taiji waved his hand a little irritably, and the Jurchen woman standing in the center of the hall stepped back respectfully.
Ma Xiaoquan covered his mouth and burped, and secretly glanced at Huang Taiji from the corner of his eye.
His face looked a little ugly.
The banquet ended soon. During the banquet, no one made trouble for Ma Xiaoquan. Of course, Ma Xiaoquan would not provoke these people.
Back in the room, Fangfang came up to her son with her arms in her arms. Seeing Ma Xiaoquan's face full of joy, Fangfang asked with a smile: "Sir, why are you so happy? Did you enjoy the banquet?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, nodded and said: "It's indeed good, haha, Fangfang, how is Zhifeng, are you good or not?"
Fangfang nodded: "Good boy, the little guy doesn't cry or make trouble, which makes me very happy."
Ma Xiaoquan reached out and touched his son's face, nodded and said: "This child will become a great person in the future! Haha..."
Fangfang nodded and hummed softly.
...
The next day, Ma Xiaoquan came to Huang Taiji with utensils of condolence for Nurhachi.
Huang Taiji had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Ma Xiaoquan arriving, he stepped forward to greet him. Of course, his expression could not be as smiling as yesterday, but his face was solemn, as if he was very sad.
Ma Xiaoquan held Huang Taiji's hand, also showing a sad expression, and said: "My condolences, Khan. Everything has passed. The Khan is still young, and there is still a long way to go~"
Huang Taiji glanced at Ma Xiaoquan, his eyes a little complicated.
"There is still a long way to go... Ma Xiaoquan, do you think there will be a chance for us to meet again in the future?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I think it's possible for us to meet again."
Should? Is it possible? Ma Xiaoquan used two words with similar meanings in succession to describe his complicated relationship with Huang Taiji.
Huang Taiji nodded, and did not seem to be confused by Ma Xiaoquan's wording. He smiled and said: "I think we will meet again, but at that time, we are enemies, not friends."
Ma Xiaoquan shrugged his shoulders: "I never thought about becoming friends with the Great Khan. There is a saying that accompanies you like a tiger."
Huang Taiji's eyes lit up. He heard what Ma Xiaoquan meant. Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. Doesn't that mean that he might become a human king in the future?
Seeing that Ma Xiaoquan didn't say anything anymore, Huang Taiji couldn't continue to ask questions.
...
The entire condolence ceremony went very smoothly. Since Nurhachi lived with the Han people for a long time when he was young, his funeral was more or less similar to the Han people's funeral. However, in order to show his noble status, Huang Taiji still used the Jurchen name.
A unique funeral was held to commemorate the father.
Ma Xiaoquan felt that Huang Taiji's approach was a bit cruel, but he understood that the people Huang Taiji killed were all Nurhachi's concubines in his later years. In terms of age, they were still too young, and in the future, although they could remarry (only
(can marry Huang Taiji), but what Huang Taiji has always been thinking about are Ma Xiaoquan's two women.
It would be a lie to say that Huang Taiji did not want to take his father's young concubines into his arms, but every time he closed his eyes, Huang Taiji's mind flashed back to the time he saw those two beautiful women at the foot of Ningyuan City.
These women, although...he couldn't see their faces clearly, but their every move at that time always tugged at Huang Taiji's heart.
Therefore, Huang Taiji simply gave up his current thoughts and killed all the young concubines of his father Khan and buried them with him. In this way, he could continue to miss those two women.
Furthermore, one of these concubines was having an affair with Daishan. By doing this, Huang Taiji was also warning Daishan that although you didn't have sex with me, it doesn't mean that I believe you, so you'd better give it to me. Be good and don't make me angry.
Daishan stood at the end of the condolence procession, lowering his head and saying nothing.
His heart was very heavy, and at the same time he was afraid to leave the condolence site.
When Huang Taiji killed the concubine just now, Daishan watched the whole process. Although he only drank poisonous wine, Daishan felt very uncomfortable when he thought of the beautiful woman dying in front of him.
Daishan was not stupid either. He knew this was Huang Taiji's warning, so he always lowered his head and did not dare to raise it.
Ma Xiaoquan also noticed the subtle relationship between Daishan and Huang Taiji. He would not talk too much. After all, this was Aixinjueluo's family matter and had nothing to do with him.
...
After expressing condolences, Huang Taiji asked Ma Xiaoquan to stay in Shenyang for a few more days. Ma Xiaoquan could not refuse and could only agree.
Shenyang is much smaller than Beijing, and its conditions in all aspects are also much worse than those in Beijing.
Under the guidance of Daishan, Ma Xiaoquan led Fangfang and walked around Shenyang with his son in his arms.
Different from the neat rows of houses in the capital, most of the Jurchens in Shenyang City still set up tents and live in tents. However, in the city, they do not relieve themselves so casually. In this regard, it seems that Huang Taiji An order was issued to let the Jurchens learn from the Han people and build many toilets.
Ma Xiaoquan nodded affirmatively, pointed to the toilet and said to Daishan: "General Daishan, your Jurchens' habits are similar to those of us Han people, haha~~"
Daishan actually doesn’t like Han people’s habits in his heart. First of all, when it comes to eating, Han people are accustomed to using chopsticks, while most Manchus eat directly with their hands; secondly, when going to the toilet, there used to be so much care in the grasslands. , just walk to a deserted place, take off your pants, and pee, how comfortable it is; also, the complicated etiquette of the Han people, the three obediences and four virtues of women, and what to do when meeting elders, are really troublesome, Unlike the Jurchens, whoever has a strong fist is the king.
It's just that...since their father Khan, he has been deliberately training these brothers to learn Han etiquette and learn Han cultural traditions. Even though everyone has complaints in their hearts, they still learned a lot and know... few.
"Haha... Mr. Ma, thank you, thank you..." Dai Shan smiled and nodded, and was about to invite Ma Xiaoquan to sit in the teahouse.
At this moment, a girl in colorful clothes, followed by several female servants, walked slowly towards this side.
Ma Xiaoquan squinted his eyes and said, "Damn, why is it Bumu Butai? What does this little girl want to do?"
Bumbutai seemed to have come to see Ma Xiaoquan. When she came closer, she said to Daishan very rudely: "I want to talk to him, please give him to me..."
Daishan seemed to be quite afraid of this little girl, and he happened to be eager to leave. Since someone took over, Daishan was naturally willing to throw her away.
However, what you think in your heart cannot be expressed on the surface.
Daishan smiled bitterly and looked at Ma Xiaoquan, meaning Mr. Ma, you make the decision.
Ma Xiaoquan didn't want to take the weight. He whistled and simply turned his head and looked aside.
Dai Shan was so angry that his teeth itched, but he had no choice but to say to Bumu Butai: "Da Yu'er, Master Ma is a distinguished guest of the Great Khan. The Great Khan asked me to take Master Ma to visit Shenyang..."
Bumbutai curled his lips and said in a very disrespectful manner: "I've been paying attention to you for a while. You said you were taking him (Ma Xiaoquan) to visit Shenyang, but you were actually not happy about it, right? It just so happened that you weren't happy about it. I Please give him to me."
Ma Xiaoquan interrupted: "Wait a minute, I'm not yours, why do you hand me around so casually?"
Bumbutai smiled and said, "I have something to ask you~"
"You want to see me if you have something to do? Hmm..."
Dai Shan sighed and said: "Since Da Yu'er, you have something to see Master Ma, I won't refuse. Then you will lead Master Ma around first. I just happen to be a little anxious and need to go to the toilet."
...
Watching Daishan leave, Ma Xiaoquan and Fangfang looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and said politely to Bumubutai: "Daishan calls you Da Yuer, and I will also call you Da Yuer."
Bumbutai smiled: "Of course, you can call me Bumbutai, and you can't speak the Jurchen language, so why don't you call me Da Yuer?"
"That's right~" Ma Xiaoquan scratched his head, "Then tell me, what do you want from me?"
Da Yuer looked at Fangfang next to Ma Xiaoquan. It was her first time to see Fangfang. Seeing Fangfang holding a child in her arms, Da Yuer asked: "Is this your child?"
"Yes, well, this is also my wife, but she is older than you, so you can call her Sister Fangfang."
"Sister Fangfang? Why, my dignified Fujin, why do I call her sister?"
Ma Xiaoquan's face darkened and he said: "If you don't scream, then we will leave!"
Da Yu'er stamped her feet and said: "Okay, okay, is it okay if I call you? Sister Fangfang! Is that okay?"
Ma Xiaoquan looked at Fangfang, who nodded sheepishly and hummed softly.
Dayu'er rolled her eyes at Ma Xiaoquan and said, "I have something I want you to help me with."
"Help you? What can I help you with?"
Da Yuer turned her head and looked, and the two maids beside her immediately took several steps back.
Dayu'er whispered: "The Great Khan got two women from nowhere recently. They haven't looked for me in the past two days..."
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned and said: "Why, are you worried that your family will no longer want you?"
"It's not that..." Da Yu'er raised her chin arrogantly, "I just don't like him finding other women. Ma Xiaoquan, I heard that besides this one, you have several other women, right? no?"
Ma Xiaoquan replied: "Yes~"
"Hmph, you men~~ apart from fighting and killing, you only know how to bully us women."
"Woman?" Ma Xiaoquan grinned and thought to himself, you are a 13 or 14-year-old yellow-haired girl, how dare you call yourself a woman? Your breasts are not very developed, how dare you call yourself a woman? Really...
