Chapter 42: A bitter admonition, a show of kindness?
"How long has it been since we left the capital?" Zhu Qizhen, who was wearing a coat made of bearskin, stamped his feet, raised his head, and looked at the towering Zijingguan Wall in the east.
There are still stains on the wall, which should be the blood stains left by the soldiers of the Ming Army during the fierce battle with the Wasi army. After being washed away by the sudden heavy rain last night, there are still stains on it, in many parts of the wall.
They were all somewhat damaged, and no one came to repair them. I think the Mongols wished they could see no bricks and tiles in the Central Plains, so they would not care about the integrity of the pass they had breached.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid I'm already two months old." Yuan Bin thought for a while and replied.
"It's been two months. I didn't expect that it's already been two months since I came here." Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath of the cold air and laughed self-deprecatingly. The weeds under his feet were all dry.
When he stepped on it, except for the stubborn stem which still had some toughness, the rest turned into debris. As the cold wind blew into the distance, it further highlighted the bleakness of winter. "In Tumu Fort.
It was still mid-autumn, but now it’s winter.”
After hearing Zhu Qizhen's words, Yuan Bin and Na Haming couldn't help but stagnate, and a look of sadness appeared on their faces.
"What are you doing? I'm just sighing randomly." Zhu Qizhen waved his hand to stop the two people's thoughts from continuing in the direction of sadness, and raised his hand to point at the mountains in the distance. "I'll wait until I think about it.
In a few days, we will leave the Zijingguan area and head to the prairie. Ha Ming, as a general officer, you should be familiar with the prairie, right?"
"Weichen has accompanied me as the envoy of the Ming Dynasty to Waca three times, and has stayed on the grassland for more than a year in total." After Ha Ming answered, he couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, Weichen thought that Your Majesty, Your Majesty, is the capital city.
He rebuked the enemy alone, and his loud voice was so powerful that it frightened the soldiers of Wa Ci. It greatly boosted the courage of our Ming Dynasty and enabled our Ming Dynasty to defeat this stubborn enemy. However, how can your majesty, with his body of thousands of gold, easily take risks? Now your majesty has fallen into the trap of Wa Ci.
Thorn, act like this..." Ha Ming, who was eloquent and spitting, dressed in Mongolian attire, with a typical Mongolian body and face, was born to be like Sun Tzu, Mencius said, and pulled one or two sticks of incense with reference to classics.
Not to mention Zhu Qizhen, who had no knowledge of ancient literature before time travel, his eyes were filled with stars when he heard it. Even Yuan Bin, who was born and grew up in this era, also had eyes wide open at this moment, with a look of awe on his face.
The eyes that looked at Ha Ming also showed a little more admiration.
"...Please, Your Majesty, please don't take such risky actions again." At the end of the sentence, Ha Ming, who was mumbling words with tears in his eyes, simply prostrated himself on the ground, as if Zhu Qizhen was going to kneel down if he didn't agree to it.
An expression of determination fossilized here.
"My dear, please get up quickly. I already know your advice. I will definitely not take such risky actions next time." Zhu Qizhen smiled bitterly and helped Ha Ming up. However, according to Zhu Qizhen's mind,
The poor Mingzhong History inside, I think that except for this crisis, I don't need to continue to show off and pretend to be a hero.
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Hearing Zhu Qizhen's face-to-face promise, Haming, a Mongolian scholar, stood up in a hurry.
Not far away, outside the Wacian people's camp, a raging fire was burning. On the fire were two fat sheep being roasted. The aroma of the meat mixed with the smell of spices came over, and Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but coo.
After swallowing Xingzi, I remembered that I hadn't eaten breakfast.
Or should I say that since I started traveling through time, I have never tasted soybean milk, fried dough sticks, wontons, or noodles. When I feel hungry in the morning, at most I can just take hot water and wash it with some meat floss sent by Boyan Tiemuer, and then
Add some salt and pour it directly into your mouth to satisfy your hunger.
Zhu Qizhen smacked his mouth and touched his belly, realizing that it was almost time for dinner. He was about to tell Ha Ming to remember to spread the spices and salt evenly when making kebabs tonight, but he saw
When we got there, Wilson was walking towards us with a slightly restrained smile.
"**Erson has met the Emperor of Heaven." *Erson glanced at Yuan Bin and Ha Ming, who were looking at him warily, and bowed respectfully to Zhu Qizhen.
Seeing that Wilson, who was usually not very friendly, actually assumed such a low profile, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but be slightly startled. He raised his hand to signal Ha Ming and Yuan Bin to get out of the way. He walked forward slowly and looked at the low-profile man.
Wilson, who bowed his head, said with a warm smile: "**Thousands of households..."
Hearing what Zhu Qizhen called him, Wilson couldn't help but change his face. However, seeing that there was no hint of teasing on Zhu Qizhen's face, he couldn't help but said in frustration: "My surname is not **, your majesty, please call me."
Just be Wilson."
"Oh..." Zhu Qizhen scratched his itchy scalp with some embarrassment. "** Wilson, I didn't know you were coming, but do you have anything to ask?"
** Wilson was also a little embarrassed. He would never speak in a low voice when talking to Zhu Qizhen, let alone be polite. But now, when he became polite, the emperor of the other side seemed to know how to reciprocate a courtesy.
Wilson was also faintly touched. At least the other party didn't look down on him and make him look bad. "Well... we just roasted too many lambs and saw that His Majesty was still wandering around, so we wanted to invite His Majesty to taste our craftsmanship.
I hope your majesty will appreciate it."
"Your Majesty, there is still half a sheep left in the tent. We still..." Hearing this, Yuan Bin frowned and whispered. Who knows whether this guy's sudden change of attitude is a good intention or a bad intention.
After hearing what Yuan Bin said, Wilson couldn't help but change his face, and shouted angrily: "Why, do you think the lamb roasted by us Mongolians doesn't taste good? Or are you afraid that we Mongolians don't treat guests well?"
Zhu Qizhen glanced at Wilson, who had an angry look on his face, and his eyes fell on the Mongolian soldiers beside the fire. Their expressions were calm with a hint of hope. You must know that these Mongolian soldiers were guarding him.
The relationship with himself and others has never been harmonious. Unexpectedly, Wilson would actually make such a proactive gesture today. This made Zhu Qizhen unable to help but be curious.
Zhu Qizhen made a decision after thinking for a while. "It doesn't matter. Since the commander sincerely invites Qin, if I refuse, it would be too disrespectful. In this case, I won't be polite."
Seeing Zhu Qizhen leading the way unceremoniously, Wilson not only was not annoyed, but had a look of admiration on his face, and took two steps to lead the way. "Your Majesty, please..."
Several Mongolian centurions who stood in front of Nelson's tent and greeted each other respectfully had hearty smiles on their faces at this moment. "Your Majesty, please..."
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ps: I got up late and the update is a little late. I'm sorry and apologize to you guys!
