I replied that on the first day of the eighth year of Wanli, I received a congratulatory New Year's letter from the Great Tomorrow.

For the two months before that, he had been on pins and needles.

Last year, Ma Fang fell ill and stepped down, and the news of going to the imperial court to recuperate spread to the outside of the Saiwai, but it made Altan Khan feel comfortable for a while, and even sent someone to visit Ma Fang with gifts, hoping that Ma Fang would not die.

After all, it's an old friend, and in fact there is another reason...... I replied that I was also sick and could not serve as a director.

At this time, the Ming Dynasty suddenly placed heavy troops in Chengguan, and it is no wonder that Altan Khan was nervous.

In the first two months, the three ladies led fifty horsemen to try to enter the fortress to explain the misunderstanding, but the city guard was replaced, and it was Teng Xiangwei, who originally heard that he was going to be transferred overseas, but it was the Son of Heaven's army, and she only taught her to wait for the emperor's edict with peace of mind.

In fact, the edict had already arrived at the Xuanfu, but the emperor ordered in the telegram that it could not be sent early, and that it was necessary to let me see the New Year's edict before the letter could be transmitted.

The emperor knew very well what the 'time difference' was, and the time he wrote the letter was not equal to the time it took for the people to hear and see the letter, and he wanted to make sure that everything was going on at the same time.

Therefore, when Altan Khan, who was on the sickbed, saw the first letter, he was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat and couldn't argue, and then the second letter to him came.

If it weren't for Emperor Chen Bing's Weijing School in Xuanfu, I would probably have listened to what the letter said as a joke, because the emperor blamed him...... It happened years ago.

He was crowned a lama in Qinghai, preached the Yellow Sect, and fought several battles, the most recent of which happened in the summer of the year before last.

Since then, I have been recuperating in the city of naturalization and worshipping the Buddha, not asking about the world.

Now that so much time has passed, the emperor sent a message to quarrel with himself, and I replied with a smile and passed.

If you said you wouldn't let me do it, I wouldn't do it, I'm done, what's the use of you writing to scold me?

On the contrary, a guard of elite soldiers was stationed on the Great Wall of Sene.

I am afraid of this guard army, and I am even more afraid that the Ming Emperor really has the determination to declare war on the north; He was afraid of the emperor's determination to resume the war against him, and even more afraid of Mongolia, which was in turmoil at this time.

Even if it is the Saibei Holy Lion, he is like his old friend Ma Fang, old and sick, and what is worse is that Ma Fang, who is lying on the sickbed, can still use the authority of the imperial court to restrain the border army, but he has no other reliance to restrain other tribes.

And I know that Da Ming has long known that he can only sit cross-legged on the sickbed and eat fasting and recite the news of the Buddha - because Ma Fang just saw that he was no longer a threat, so he was willing to return to his hometown.

Otherwise, the Han general, who was pulled out of his slave body when he was young, would use this body of flesh and blood to confront him across the Great Wall to death.

There is a second letter, there is a third letter, the third will of the emperor, is that the third lady will lead 200 horses into the customs to participate in the Beijing division in March this year.

"Don't go!"

My eyes were glaring, his face under the Mongolian round hat was covered with dark patches, his skin was so loose that it covered the nasolabial folds between his mouth and nose, and he had to breathe hard several times for each word, and the dry hand outside the horse's hoof sleeve was holding the rosary chain made of Dongzhu deadly, making a 'creaking' sound, and he repeated as if it were meaningless: "Wanli, Wanli!" ”

When he was young, he was never afraid of Jiajing.

Even in old age, he was never afraid of Longqing.

But at this moment, he was very worried, very afraid of Wanli.

"Let Qi Qingha go, let him go, you don't go."

But the third lady is still young, very young, Fang is not more than thirty years old, she is dressed like a woman of the Ming Dynasty, in fact, she is not only the princess of the Mongolian Admiralty, but also the loyal lady of the Ming Dynasty, but also the link between the Ming Dynasty and the Tumut Department.

"Beggar Qingha, does he dare to go?" The third lady laughed very cunningly, Qi Qingha is my eldest son Xin Ai Huang Taiji, she stood on the side and watched the servant pack up, and said to me Da: "The old is not only you, he is also old, when he was young, he did not listen to your words and often invaded the Han land, and now you want to send him to the Ming Dynasty, your eldest son may not be able to leave his life and come back, and the future tribute market will disappear." ”

It usually only takes one person to bring about great changes in things on the grassland, just like the period when Altan was at its strongest, when there was a White Lotus Sect believer named Zhao Quan beside him as a staff member, and Tumochuan rode tens of thousands of armor, all wearing Han armor.

But after Zhao Quan was sent to the Great Wall to be killed, everything changed, the Han craftsmen became the private property of the Taiji, and their craftsmanship and output did not improve much in the past few years, and people exchanged workers for trade goods in the Great Wall Mouth City, in exchange for the richer property of the tribal lords.

"I'm going to take your youngest son, Buta Shili, to Beijing, he's your youngest son, but he doesn't have anything, don't you think it's very partial?" The third lady said that Buta Shili was her only son, and said, "He should have seen more things, and he should not always play with children as big as him in the tribe." ”

"He's only twelve years old, what do you want me to give him, give him?" I replied too much, coughed violently, and then said slowly: "Give him ten thousand elite cavalry guards as if they were given to you?" ”

"He should have his own tribe and horse farm, and he is also your son, and that is what he deserves!"

Most of the affairs of the tribe and outside the tribe that negotiated with the Ming Dynasty had been transferred to the hands of the third lady, and she did a good job, which made her deserve a great deal of prestige, but in fact she was also immersed in deep worries like her husband, who was surrounded by deep worries due to old age.

If one day I am gone, only her own son can protect her, but her son has nothing, which worries her, and there is anger in her worry: "Do you expect that in the future someone will insult him and let me personally lead the cavalry against others?" ”

The servants began to put on armor for the three ladies, which was a complex and heavy set of iron floats, and more than a dozen parts inside and outside were draped by four servants in turn, and the three ladies still moved freely.

She carried the sword of the Ming general at her waist, and the iron-hoofed horse outside the king's tent carried two bows and two bags of arrows on her back, and the most loyal servants led the little prince's horse to the tent.

The little boy who inherited his mother's beauty was not as rugged as he was born on the way to war, but with a little delicate air rarely seen on the grassland, he played with a large grasshopper on horseback, and seemed to have no idea where he was going.

On both sides of the armoured cavalry lined up in neat Ming armor, the tribal people helped the old and the young to watch the excitement, and the three ladies with helmets and armor stayed in the king's tent to read the Dharma number, and turned over the horse out of the tent.

Behind her, the leopard-tailed long banner was waving in the wind, and on the grassland under the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, the cyan giant city under construction rose from the ground.