In the newly built Red Sect temple this summer, the Khalkha prince Chaoketu, dressed in white robes, walked around the golden-domed Tsoqen (main hall) and came to the front of Lakhang (Buddhist hall).
The Mongolian New Year is just around the corner.
Mongolians admire the color white, and the New Year is also called the "White Festival".
White is also Chao Ketu's favorite color, because it makes him look more suave and fairy-like.
Unlike the young Chahar Lindan Khan who had just become a father, Subhadi, the Great Khan of Transkarkha who was over 50 years old, had too many sons to recognize. Chaoketu was just one of them, and his mother was his father.
An unknown concubine among many, Chaoketu was loved by her father because of her outstanding appearance and enthusiasm for studying Buddhist scriptures. She had her own escort and land in Khalkha.
Subadi Khan, who is also a descendant of Genghis Khan and who occupies the northern Mobei, originally did not have much trouble with Lin Dan Khan, who ruled the southern Monan and claimed to be of orthodox blood.
After Nurhachi, the leader of Jianzhou in the east, showed his sharp teeth, the foresighted Subadi Khan decided to ease the relationship with Lin Dan Khan.
He sent his son Chao Ketu, who was about the same age as Lin Dan Khan, to Chahanhot and fell in love with Lin Dan Khan. He claimed that unlike his ancestors who believed in the Yellow Sect, Chao Ketu was a loyal believer in the Red Sect and got acquainted with the Usi Tibetan Red Sect.
of many teachers.
Chao Ketu, who spoke elegantly and was able to translate Wu Si Zang's teachings into Mongolian, really won the favor of Lin Dan Khan.
Lin Dan Khan even repeatedly defeated the loyal supporters of the Yellow Sect at the banquets of Chahar princes and nobles. Combining the power of himself and the Khalkha tribe was enough to make the Red Sect the mainstream faith in the Mongolian grasslands.
At this moment, Chao Ketu stopped at the steps of the Buddhist hall and watched the monks decorate the Buddhist hall into a "mandala".
The mandala has several levels, and the Vajra and the guards are enshrined. The red cloth mats spread around are filled with butter lamps.
Chao Ketu in white walked through the white silk flags hanging from the top of the Buddhist hall and came to the "Mandala".
On the green brick floor here, a thick sheep felt futon has been laid out to ensure that those sitting inside will not feel the chill in the cold winter months.
Chao Ketu raised his handsome face that was striking in both Khalkha and Chahar.
There are so many Buddhas on the mandala, but he may not be able to name each of them clearly.
He lowered his head again and stared at the white futon.
In front of his eyes, the scene of tomorrow's time appeared.
Amidst the chanting of the disciples outside the hall, He Zhuo will sit cross-legged on Vajra like the concubines on countless statues.
Then, sit on his Chao Ketu.
Chao Ketu does not mind that the woman he is determined to win will first perform a union ceremony with another male.
I heard that in the Central Plains, this is an intolerable insult to chastity. The standards deep in the desert and the stereotypes of the southern dynasty are like two rivers that do not meet, rushing proudly in their own rushing sounds.
What's more, wisdom initiation is completely different from chastity in the secular sense.
For a worldly virgin like He Zhuo, it is precisely after the master performs the solemn Vajra Lotus ceremony in a mandala that her ordinary body will transform into the true body of a Buddha mother or a concubine, and she will be able to obtain the same
Qualifications for men to undertake dual studies.
A trace of ridicule flashed across the corner of Chao Ketu's mouth.
He was glad that he respected his father's orders and changed his sect. The teachings of "ascetic contemplation" advocated by the Yellow Sect Master Tsongkhapa could not restrain him.
He was even more fortunate that Lin Dan Khan had also changed his sect, so that he could legitimately obtain Lin Dan Khan's permission to conquer the arrogant Ye He woman in a noble name and in fact.
He Zhuo, she is not only arrogant, but also simply unreasonable!
She was just a maid from a foreign race who came as a dowry, why should she say no to a man like him, Chao Ketu, who was like a god?
Didn't she see clearly that whether it was the secular court or the Buddhist universe, women were always the ones who were led by the nose? Like animals, like containers, they were domesticated and loaded.
If He Zhuo is obedient, she does not need to be used in tomorrow's ceremony. She can dress up in a fine dress at dusk, watch the singing and dancing in front of the bonfire, and then walk into the prince's felt tent with shy joy, just like how many
As sung in the long song about love.
But she was disobedient, and she gave the noble prince indifference and alienation.
Then let her taste the fear and fear that the strange ritual brought to her, and then crawl at the prince's feet.
Chao Ketu thought happily, stroking the white flags as softly as swan wings with his slender fingers.
The monks told him that the white flags were made of fine silk and came from the distant Central Plains dynasty. It seemed to be a province called Nanzhili, which was roughly equivalent to ten thousand households in the Mobei grassland.
The Ming Dynasty is really rich and magical, Chao Ketu sighed with emotion while letting the white flag slide across his cheek.
"It's like white clouds surrounding me and Ms. Ye He..."
Chao Ketu had just recited a line of lyrics in Mongolian when he heard a cautious voice coming from behind: "Chao Ketu Taiji, Great Khan and Fujin, please enter the city now."
Chao Ketu put down the white flag, turned around gracefully and asked: "What's wrong?"
The messenger who came on horseback had no choice but to tell the truth: "Soldiers from the Ming Dynasty took Sister Ketun and ran away."
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Chahanhot, in the spacious tent hall of Lin Dan Khan.
Chao Ketu stepped across the huge tapestry and before saluting Lin Dan Khan, he first caught Zheng Haizhu's gaze.
On the way back to the city, Chao Ketu, who had already heard most of the story from the messenger, first responded to Zheng Haizhu with a fierce and ferocious attitude.
Later, he realized that the eyes of this Ming Dynasty woman were very different from those of everyone in the tent.
Among the many glances cast in front of him, Lin Danhan's was to appease, Su Tai's was to dodge, that of the Ming Dynasty general named Ma was stern, and Unger's, who for some reason appeared in the tent, was to ridicule.
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As for Zheng Haizhu, when he looked at Chao Ketu, he didn't look like he was looking at a person, but like he was looking at a stone or a handful of weeds, casually sweeping them over without any intention of spending any time on confrontation.
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"Chaoketu," Lin Danhan on the throne said, "Fu Jin and I didn't know until we returned to the city yesterday that He Zhuo was married to a guard from the Ming Dynasty. That guard was a subordinate of General Ma. General Ma, you
Speak to Chao Ketu Taiji."
After Su Taifujin translated, Ma Xianglin turned sideways and stared at the stern-looking Mongolian prince. He could only say a simple sentence: "Kedun's maid is already the daughter-in-law of our Ming people. General Man brought her back."
It’s south.”
"You, how dare you! He Zhuo is already the concubine!" After listening to Su Tai's narration, Chao Ketu suddenly raised his voice.
Although before he stepped into the king's tent, he knew that the woman he wanted to conquer was really like a dakini, no, like a yellow swan before winter was approaching, flying away, but at this moment, his
The anger lies in how the people of Ming Dynasty behave so lightly.
Unger, who was holding a black tea bowl and warming his hands, started laughing.
"Chaoketu Taiji, in fact, I have guessed that this will happen," Unger said carelessly, "I have just confirmed to the Khan that on the way from the north of Luanhe River, He Zhuo and the man named Man
Something is wrong with the people of the Ming Dynasty. He Zhuo would only keep a straight face when facing General Manchu. He would chat with him in our Mongolian language, make him milk tea, and put on the chinchilla skin robe he sent. To put it bluntly,
As a double cultivator, He Zhuo is the concubine of General Manchu, so it’s only right.”
Chao Ketu said angrily: "Shut up, my dear Khan, how can you be so rude to our Red Sect!"
Ungerhun shrugged generously: "What did I say? I explained that Chinese people should also learn dual cultivation. How could it be disrespectful to your Red Sect? Mount Wutai in the Ming Dynasty also has several Lacans from our Yellow Sect. Ours
Master Tsongkhapa must be very happy to see the spread of Buddhism in the heaven."
"alright!"
Lin Danhan spoke up to stop the bickering between his cousin and Chao Ketu.
He looked at Zheng Haizhu.
Don't expect this Ming envoy to have any humble attitude toward Chao Ketu.
Yesterday, although this woman was standing guard in front of the tent and told the whole story where He Zhuo was when she met the couple, it was obvious that she was just telling her and there was no fear or guilt.
She showed no sign of flattery in the negotiations between the two countries. It seems that the incident with He Zhuo was just regarded as a romantic affair between her subordinates and was not regarded as a discord worthy of further investigation.
Lin Danhan was naturally shocked and angry when he heard this, but Mrs. Zheng was surprised. She asked back: "Great Khan, Su Taifujin's niece has become the wife of our Ming Dynasty border general. We are more like fighting together against Dongyi."
Allies, isn’t that a good story?”
Lin Danhan finally came to his senses. His master and Chaoketu would neither reward him with a silver reward of 40,000 years old nor send him generals to defend the southern defense line.
Because Prince Khalkha coveted a maid, he fell out with the people of the Ming Dynasty. It was really a small gain but a big loss.
At this time, Lin Danhan asked Zheng Haizhu and Ma Xianglin to enter the account together and confirmed it to Chao Ketu in person. However, he also used these two Ming people with cold, arrogant and domineering attitudes to calm Chao Ketu.
It’s hard to find beautiful girls in such a big Chahar, so why bother looking at He Zhuo to be the mother of the Buddha?
But Lin Dan Khan also took a fancy to the Khalkha forces behind Chao Ketu, so he smoothed things over and said: "Chao Ketu, the people of the Ming Dynasty also proposed to me yesterday that they are willing to report to their emperor after returning south and send us some construction tsoqin.
The craftsmen of the main hall and the Buddha are here, plus the best silk and paper."
Chao Ketu gritted his teeth and looked at Zheng Haizhu again.
Zheng Haizhu nodded to him this time, but she only agreed with Lin Danhan's narration, and looked at him with still indifferent eyes.
Chao Ketu had never felt so humiliated.
What can be done? How can a tribe compete with an empire?
For the first time, Chao Ketu understood what his father Subati said: If Kublai Khan could really be reincarnated, how could the people of the Ming Dynasty dare to be so arrogant?
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Two hundred miles away, on the snowy plains northeast of the Daling River and west of the Liao River.
A red fox galloped past, but was suddenly hit by a sharp arrow whizzing by. It whined and struggled and twisted in the snow until its breath gradually faded.
Mangui rode his horse forward, bent down, pulled out the arrow, put it back into the quiver, picked up the fox, and put it on the horse's back.
"General Man is good at archery."
He Zhuo also drove his horse over and said something cool but not cool.
Mangui glanced at her and humbly said, "Let's do it," but she felt happy in her heart.
That night, Zheng Haizhu and Ma Xianglin discussed with him that Mangui would take He Zhuo back to the pass to avoid unnecessary disaster, and He Zhuo also agreed.
Said it was a discussion, Mrs. Zheng's tone was clearly more unquestionable than when General Ma gave the order.
Man Gui saw that Mrs. Zheng was really determined to save He Zhuo, so she blurted out and asked: "Then, are I and her a fake couple, or are we serious?"
Zheng Haizhu said: "If she is willing, we are a real couple. If she is not willing, you can reconcile and divorce after half a year. If she returns to Su Taifujin's fiefdom, it will not hinder her contact with our caravan, let alone
Maybe if I get my head pressed down again, why would I be a concubine or a Buddha mother?"
Man Gui smacked his lips and suddenly felt something was wrong. Does Madam think that she values Man Gui, or does she not take him seriously?
But Zheng Haizhu said: "Man Gui, what's this big deal compared to fighting? You're just doing a favor, and you won't lose anything. You just take her out of Chahanhot tomorrow. Lin Danhan is here, General Ma and I
Just go and say something. On the way back to the south, you can just ask her to point out the road she took from Ye He tribe when she married Su Tai, and look at the topography from Liao River to Daling River."
Then he said: "Man Gui, you saved her twice this time. In addition to the good knives I promised you, there are also a few more blunderbuss. You and your men will definitely like it."
Man Gui looked at Ma Xianglin's "Don't forget I am your superior" expression and couldn't say anything else. She just felt unhappy.
How come I didn’t lose anything? If I was divorced by a female Tatar half a year later, how could I still behave in the border area?
During the first two days of his journey south, He Zhuo always kept his distance from Mangui and his twenty or so subordinates.
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Mangui understood that this girl's life had changed suddenly in two or three months. Even if it was not impossible to return to her aunt's fiefdom in the future, her current mood was always depressed.
However, the subordinates also liked to make jokes about this hapless boss, joking about General Man's inability to coax women.
When Mangui was angry, he slandered Zheng Haizhu and Ma Xianglin, and shot hunting to vent his anger.
But when he shot the first fire fox, he suddenly remembered that he had seen Ma Xianglin handing over fox skins to craftsmen for tanning in Guan Nei, saying that he was going to make coats for his wife and daughter.
Mangui took a look at the yellow squirrel robe that Hezhuo was wearing.
There is no warmth like fox fur.
This little girl is so pitiful. The wealthy days of Chahanhot are gone in the blink of an eye. Just give her some more decent outfits.
After doing this for a few days, Mangui found that He Zhuo's desolate mood gradually faded away, and he seemed to have regained some of the aristocratic aura he had when he was escorting people to receive silver rewards every year, and he was able to talk to Mangui.
First, let’s talk about the terrain outside the Pass, and then talk about the customs from the Yehe tribe to Horqin.
To this day, Mangui is praised for his excellent archery skills.
The key point is that the little girl changed her habit of speaking Mongolian to him and all she spoke in Chinese.
Mangui raised his head to test the wind direction on the snowy field, squinted his eyes and said, "As soon as the first month comes, the wind really changes."
He Zhuo asked: "This year, is the name of your Ming Dynasty Taichang?"
Mangui scratched his head: "It seems, right, I heard Mrs. Zheng say it, it's like the two words you said."
Then he patted the three foxes hanging immediately: "He Zhuo, my wife has returned to the south. Please let her sew another fox jacket for you. Sew the fox fur on the outside. If you wear red, it must be something better than this.
Coptidis chinensis is still the color of yellow gourd, which is beautiful.”
He Zhuo smiled lightly: "Just give it to me, I can sew it."