"How, can those Taiji people recognize each other?"
Climbing to the top of the city of Chahanhot, Sun Changzhou looked at the endless grassland in the distance and couldn't help but feel relaxed.
On the vast land, cattle and sheep are grazed in an orderly manner. Children play tirelessly by the river, while the old and the weak carry dustpans and pick up cow and sheep dung.
The huge Chahar tribes, with Chahanhot as the center, graze freely in pastures scattered over hundreds of miles in radius.
And a trade route from the mainland was trampled tirelessly by business travelers to form a trail, which was particularly conspicuous on the green grassland.
Jin Zeming, wearing a Mongolian robe, stood half a step behind him. When he heard the inquiry, he couldn't help but said: "Now that the imperial court has defeated the Horqin tribe with ten thousand cavalry, all the grassland tribes are frightened. How dare the Chahar tribe dare to be so presumptuous?"
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As a special envoy sent by the imperial court, Jin Zeming was most familiar with the Chahar tribe, so Sun Changzhou asked him to be the magistrate of Chahanhot.
"It is really wonderful to have many feudal lords but less power. The governor can use it on the grassland."
Jin Zeming praised him profusely, with a look of admiration on his face.
Sun Changzhou waved his hand and said: "Jia Sheng's strategy has been in use for more than a thousand years. We are just picking up people's wisdom."
"Furthermore, with Suiyuan's customization in front and a large army pressing down behind, this strategy is just right."
Although he said this, Sun Changzhou's face was full of smiles and he was very proud.
Because of this policy, he was praised by the emperor.
Compared with the simple and rough policy of Suiyuan Province, this kind of gentle policy makes it easier for the Mongolian nobles to compromise.
This is because there is something to follow. Dayan Khan, who once unified Monnan Mongolia, divided his sons into feudal lords and allowed the blood of the Golden Family to flow to all tribes in the grasslands.
As the Chahar tribe is the benchmark for all Mongolian tribes, other tribes will definitely pay attention to whatever policies they adopt with their eyes wide open, so Huairou is the best.
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty's order of favor was an upgraded version of Jia Yi's order of establishing princes.
But frankly speaking, the Tweeting Order is very beneficial to the centralization of power, but it is not very beneficial to the imperial power.
The three forces in the early Han Dynasty were the princes and kings surnamed Liu, their relatives, and their nobles. The imperial power sat in a detached position to watch the success or failure.
The Tui En Order directly abolished the power of the princes and kings, causing the relatives and nobles to fall into internal strife.
As one rises and the other falls, there must be a growing force that threatens the imperial power.
If Huo Guang was in the early Han Dynasty, he would not dare to depose the emperor even if he had 10 courages.
"The name Chahanhot needs to be changed."
Sun Changzhou suddenly stood up and said.
"Governor, I think this city should be renamed after many years of construction." Jin Zeming agreed:
"I'm afraid it's confusing to keep using the old name."
"Let the imperial court decide!"
Sun Changzhou wanted to show off, but when he thought about violating taboos, he immediately felt uninterested.
On the pasture, a black horse with hair like satin was galloping on the grass, its lightning-like speed was amazing.
On the horseback, a girl is wearing a maroon short coat, her huge slender earrings are jumping, her delicate waist is occasionally exposed, and a pair of strong and slender thighs are sandwiched on the horseback, showing a graceful figure.
The bumpy horseback made her rise and fall, and her huge soft body was tightly wrapped by the skirt of her clothes, jumping like jelly, which could not resist the laws of physics.
A group of boys and girls surrounded her, like stars surrounding the moon, chatting and laughing.
This rare peaceful time, with no worries about food and clothing, made this group of people extremely happy.
"Qiqige, Qiqige!"
Budari mounted his horse, waved his whip, and easily caught up with his sister.
She has jewel-like eyes, milk-like skin, dozens of neat braids on the back of her head, a wild flower casually pinned in her hair, and a bright smile that fills your heart.
"Brother, why are you here?"
Playing with her friends made this fifteen-year-old girl particularly happy, and the smile on her face never faded.
Perhaps it was her noble status and years of peace that allowed her to live happily and brightly, just like her smile.
"Huntaiji!" The young people dismounted their horses and saluted, very respectfully.
Taiji is a unique title for the Golden Family, and later became a representative term for nobility, equivalent to a prince.
Huitai Ji is the honorific title of the heir.
In the entire Chahar tribe, the little Khan Burni is only four years old. If something happens, the best successor is Burri, Hutai Ji.
So when he was only twenty years old, he became one of the three giants in Chahar.
"Stand back!"
After letting this group of irrelevant people leave, Budali looked at his sister with a smile: "Qiqige, why are you still acting like a child?"
"I'm still a child!" Qiqige has a better personality, standing tall and pretty, almost as tall as Budali.
You know, due to adequate nutrition, Budali is only five feet three inches (one meter six), but the fifteen-year-old Qiqige has a pair of long legs that are as long as his.
Maybe the emperor of Ming Dynasty liked this!
My sister's skin is different from the milk of the grassland. It almost glows in the sun.
She bathes and wipes her body with goat's milk and horse's milk every now and then. Qiqige is incompatible with Mongolians.
What caused all this was that Budali's parents wanted to marry their daughter to Taiji of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and they spared no effort to give her a bath to wash away the smell.
"Not too young." Budali shook his head, looked at his sister up and down, and said with satisfaction: "Who doesn't know that our Qiqige is the most beautiful flower on the grassland?"
"Now that it has matured and bloomed, it's time to find a home."
"Are you going to marry me?" Qiqige said without any shyness, her jewel-like eyes widened: "I want to marry the most powerful warrior on the grassland."
"Qiqige, I want to marry you to the most powerful person in the world."
Budari laughed and said: "He owns the largest pasture in the world, the most herdsmen, the most powerful warriors can only stand guard for him, the greatest craftsmen forge weapons for him, and the smartest people herd sheep for him...
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"Except for the sun in the sky, he can get it for you."
"Is there such a person in the world?" Qiqige looked in disbelief.
"Yes, he is the emperor of Ming Dynasty."
Budali smiled and said: "That majestic palace is more beautiful than the most beautiful yurt on the grassland. You will live there, a place that everyone will envy."
"Oh!" Qiqige was a little uninterested when it came to the palace.
What she prefers is the grassland where horses can roam freely, while the restrained palace makes people bored.
But she also knew that even if she married someone else in the future, it would be difficult for her to live such a free and happy life, and the wives of the Taijis could only stay in the yurt.
"Qiqige, you have the blood of Genghis Khan, which is as noble as the blood of the Ming Emperor. Only he can be worthy of you."