When Abahai heard the words "the taste is the same", he was suddenly disappointed.
But as someone who knew Lao Khan's intentions, she still did not give up.
"Da Beile, let me take a look at your tobacco pole." Abahai motioned to Daishan.
Daishan understood.
The father and the young stepmother were suspicious that the thing Mu Zaohua was sucking herself was different from the crow ointment she was sucking for their Jurchens.
Daishan walked to the kang with a cigarette stick, and the fragrance of flowers that somehow smelled on Abahai's body came to his nostrils.
With his father close at hand, Daishan of course had his eyelids drooped and his face expressionless when he handed over the cigarette rod.
But there was a throbbing feeling in his heart. The Jurchen custom of step-marriage did not change after the founding of the Jin Dynasty. His father was old, but his stepmother had just passed away. Within a few years, with a kick of his legs, the beautiful Aba
Hai, he is the person under the quilt on behalf of Shan.
When Abahai took the cigarette pole, his only thought was that he hated Daishan.
As a daughter of the Ula tribe trapped in the vortex of political marriage, Abahai developed a keen mind for investigating people in a dangerous situation, especially men.
Daishan is ten years older than her. In recent years, he has been secretly paying attention to her during family banquets. Abahai has noticed this.
In order to further confirm, Abahai reported to Nurhachi on the Jurchen festival and sent cakes made by himself to the four bele. Sure enough, during a subsequent hunting ceremony, Daishan presented the concubine with a shot of a gun.
When he was a leopard, he said briefly but clearly, "The snacks are delicious, I ate them all."
The other three, Beile, Amin, Mang Gurtai, and Huang Taiji, have not made any comments.
Daishan's actions made Abahai extremely disgusted.
If he could choose which stepson to be his second husband, Abahai would only choose Huang Taiji, the wise and talented Sibeile who was about the same age.
The beauty of Ulabu, whose heart was rippling like a frozen spring river, prayed that Huang Taiji could be the next Khan King. So when Huang Taiji came to Nurhaci to raise his doubts about Mu Zaohua, Abahai also added a handful of firewood.
Encourage Nurhachi to think of a way to test Mu Zaohua through a surprise attack.
At this moment, after Abahai gouged out Mu Zaohua, he endured his nausea, took out the cigarette holder stained with Daishan's saliva, replaced it with his own, and then took a few puffs.
It is indeed the same as what is burned in my own smoke pot. The mellow and sweet smell is like a hot spring, flowing to the limbs and bones, making it indescribably comfortable.
"Khan, let's break it open and take a look." Abahai suggested without giving up.
She and Mu Zaohua don't have any deep hatred, she just simply hopes to prove that Sibeile Huang Taiji is right.
"Call a slave to break open this place." Nurhachi pointed at the connection between the pot and the stem.
After a while, a guard knelt down in front of the Great Khan and the concubine, holding the broken copper rod in two pieces and the smashed smoking pot.
The old Khan was already dazzled, so he signaled Abahai to check. The latter looked at the two copper poles for a while facing the sun, and finally reported that he had no choice but to report: "Great Khan, there is nothing strange."
Mu Zaohua stared at the scene in front of her without moving from beginning to end.
His eyebrows were slightly twisted and his eyes were dark, but it was not a humble trembling, but an unbelievable surprise.
Finally, when Nurhaci said arrogantly and coldly like a hawk to a rabbit, "Yue Tuo is right, you are also smoking the divine crow ointment." Mu Zaohua no longer concealed the bitter smile on her lips.
She said word by word: "Great Khan, when the slave was forced to become a homeless dog, it was Sanbeile who pulled the slave out of the hard life. It was the Great Khan who was kind and merciful, allowing the slave to stay in Dajin to serve and return the favor.
A slave can be proud of his official position. How could a slave harm Baeler of Dajin? If a slave wanted to poison the divine crow ointment and rape it, how could he not let Dahan smoke it and only use aphrodisiac shells?
How about making soup to help the sweat heal the stomach?"
Nurhachi smiled faintly and did not respond to Mu Zaohua. Instead, he said to the attendants: "Go and fetch the dogs and feed them what they deserve."
The attendants retreated. Soon, the ear-splitting barking of dogs came from the courtyard.
Nurhachi got off the kang and led everyone to the courtyard.
Mu Zaohua saw a man who was tied up and fell to the ground with a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth. Three big dogs, which the guards had to struggle to hold, were roaring at the man.
Abahai's eyes showed fear. She didn't know that Old Khan had arranged this incident, but she was too familiar with the three vicious dogs.
The Jurchens like to eat dog blood mixed with grains, so most of the dogs in the tribe are just people's food.
But Mongolian Horqin gave Nurhachi several puppies a few years ago, saying they were from Wusizang. They were extremely ferocious and could kill leopards when they grew up. Nurhachi regarded them as treasures and trained them like Haidongqing.
They were trained with all kinds of raw meat until now, after they have grown into a body much larger than wild wolves, Nurhachi will throw the slaves who want to be punished to them to bite.
"Slave Zaohua, look who the man on the ground is." Nurhaci ordered calmly.
Mu Zaohua could see the man's face clearly. It was Xia Wenming whom she brought to Hetuala from Efei City.
She knelt down and said, "Great Khan, what crime did Mr. Xia commit?"
"Sir? Slave Zaohua, you are indeed very courageous. Call a slave sir. I heard that you also call the Han craftsmen who make cannons for me, sir?"
"Great Khan, they may have literary talent or craftsmanship. I am just a slave. I still have the habit of seeing these people when I was a child in the Ming Dynasty."
"Oh?" Nurhachi smiled, "Then you shouldn't be called a slave. You are more courageous than them. Mu Zaohua, you are actually a spy planted by the Ming Dynasty!"
Nurhaci's last sentence suddenly raised the tone, like thunder, and it was even more frightening than the barking of those vicious dogs.
Mu Zaohua's shoulders shook, but it was just a subconscious reaction after being shocked by the wrath of thunder. Then, she suddenly raised her head, widened her eyes, and said loudly: "The slave is wronged! Dahan, is there a villain here?
The Great Khan falsely accused the slave before his throne? Yes, after the slave came to Hetuala, he offended many people, from the Tong family to some disobedient prisoners. Who falsely accused the slave? I beg the Great Khan to order them to come and deal with it.
Confrontation, slave!"
"The one who made the report was none other than Mr. Xia, whom you respect. Slave Zaohua, you have done your job honestly today. Tell us who else is in contact with you, and I will not kill you.
Lord of Dajin, I have no words for you. But if you don’t take action, my beloved dog will have been hungry for two days.”
Abahai, who was behind Nurhachi, was frightened and trembled again. It turned out that this vicious dog was not prepared for the Han man named Xia.
Daishan could not hide his shock. He did not expect that Mu Zaohua, who was listening to Nurhaci talking about military affairs with him in a warm atmosphere just a moment ago, would become a prisoner with a fatal fate in the blink of an eye.
But Mu Zaohua raised her upper body upright and said loudly: "Great Khan, yes or no, yes or no. This slave is not a spy of the Ming Dynasty, but he really suffered enough in the Ming Dynasty before he defected to Dajin. He even tried his best to escape to Dajin.
I will try my best to run the errands for the Great Khan and hope for a great victory in Dajin's Ming Dynasty. Even if the slave is torn to pieces by the Great Khan's pet dog, he will not taint his own conscience. If the Great Khan does not believe it, let the dog go."
After Mu Zaohua finished speaking, she calmed down, stood up and walked to Xia Wenming's place, just a few steps away from the vicious dog.
Xia Wenming's whining voice came to her ears. She put on an angry look and kicked him over. However, taking advantage of the opportunity of being so close, she could clearly tell that Xia Wenming had no intention of dodging in his eyes.
Instead, he was burning with the same burning anger as when he was guarding the heroic commander of the city in Efei City.
Mu Zaohua pretended to be angrily and said: "Xia Wenming, if I hadn't asked Yue Tuo Beile to take you out of Efei City, you would have been stoned to death by those Ming people. Why did you falsely accuse me? You took Tong Yangxing.
Money? It must be! That bastard Tong Yangxing wants to seek revenge for his sister and son."
Following the Khan's gesture, a guard stepped forward and dug out the strip of cloth from Xia Wenming's mouth.
"Miss Mu, I didn't accuse you!" Xia Wenming said firmly in Chinese.
He used the name he gave Mu Zaohua when they first met.
After saying this, the surge of humiliation almost made him turn to Nurhachi and curse.
But his mind was still clear after all, and he tried to tell himself that he could not ignore Mu Zaohua's life regardless of everything.
Therefore, when he was able to speak to Nurhaci again, he still said the same thing: "I have never seen Zaohua Ezhen secretly communicating with anyone from the Ming Dynasty."
The hell-like demonic dog stopped barking when faced with the bloody mutton thrown by the guard, and lowered its head to swallow.
In the suddenly quiet courtyard, Nurhachi walked up to Mu Zaohua, who seemed to have not yet recovered, and said harmoniously: "Don't feel aggrieved. This Khan is harsher on the Tong family than on you, isn't it? Zaohua
Well, the steel that can make a good knife needs to be refined several times. Well, I believe you now, it is a good piece of steel, follow me to open the Yuanhe Tieling."
Mu Zaohua's stubbornly biting lip finally loosened her grip, and her eye sockets immediately filled with tears, and two of them fell.
She wiped away the tears on her chin and knelt down to thank her.
Huang Taiji, Tong Yangxing, whether it was the one between you who gave the slave chief the idea, or whether it was the old chief himself who wanted to test me before going on the expedition, your good days are only a few days away.