In this way, Lin Pingan ended his first horse riding career.
After a short rest, he knew that his bones should be fine, but his waist was sprained when he fell off the horse, so at this moment he could only lie on Heiyun's back and jolt back.
The three of them were walking along when they saw a group of people coming from a distance. The leader was riding a tall horse, it was Sibeile Huang Taiji.
He saw a few people from a distance. He shouted and galloped towards him. When he got closer, he couldn't help but frown and asked:
"Dorgon, what are you doing?"
"We took Lin Ping'an to ride a horse, but we didn't expect that he couldn't ride, so he fell off the horse."
Duduo on the side spoke first.
Huang Taiji nodded, but looked at Da Yu'er beside him, smiled and said:
"Da Yu'er, it's rare for you to come to Shengjing once. You should go and see Zhezhe more often. She talks about you every day."
"But Zhezhe said that I don't have to accompany her."
Dayu'er raised her head and chuckled: "Sibeile should spend more time with Zhezhe. She complained that sometimes she couldn't see your shadow for several days in a row."
Huang Taiji frowned and said, "I have military duties, so how can I spend so much time with her?"
Da Yuer puffed up her cheeks and thought for a while, then said seriously: "You should take her with you."
Huang Taiji was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "You are indeed still a child. How can a man bring a woman with him to the war?"
When Da Yu'er heard this, she immediately shouted unconvinced: "We Mongolian women are good at riding horses and archery, why can't we take her with us? And..."
At this point, she puffed out her chest and said, "I'm not a child, I'm nine years old this year!"
At this moment, her eyes were wide open, her pretty face was rosy in the winter sunshine, her lips were slightly pursed, and she looked so cute and innocent, which immediately stunned Huang Taiji.
Huang Taiji's eyes moved slightly downward, and he couldn't help but feel something in his heart. Da Yu'er was a Mongolian girl who grew up eating beef and mutton. Even though she was only nine years old, her body was already extremely developed at this moment, with a slender waist that could be grasped, and Those proud breasts gave Huang Taiji a strange feeling.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he tried to calm down, and then said: "I heard that you will return to the Horqin tribe in a few days. Come to the house with your father for dinner in the next two days, which can be regarded as a farewell party for you and your daughter."
Da Yuer nodded heartily and waved goodbye to Huang Taiji.
After returning home, Lin Ping'an was helped by three people and walked in. Everyone was shocked when they saw him like this.
Lin Ping'an waved his hand, showing a wry smile and said: "It's not a problem, it's just that I twisted my waist."
"An Da, if I had known you couldn't ride a horse, I wouldn't have taken you there."
Dorgon said with some annoyance.
Hearing this, Lin Pingan said helplessly: "I was originally good at riding, but the black cloud ran away at any time without saying hello or saying anything, and it started suddenly, which really caught people off guard."
Hearing this, Dorgon and the other three couldn't help laughing loudly.
Da Yuer originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of teaching Lin Ping'an how to ride a horse and ask him about the blood exchange method, but seeing him in such a state, he could only give up temporarily.
After a while, the three people left. The clinic was full of medicinal materials. Lin Ping'an found some medicine for treating bruises and asked Xiu'er to make an ointment and stick it on her waist. Then she felt better.
"Master, your three friends should be children of wealthy families in this city."
Sylvia Yunshu noticed that Dorgon and the others were dressed gorgeously early in the morning, and couldn't help but asked curiously.
Lin Pingan nodded, "They are my sworn brothers, the sons of Emperor Nurhachi of the Jin Dynasty, and the other girl is from the Horqin tribe of Mongolia."
As soon as the words fell, Sylvia Lin's voice disappeared.
Lin Ping'an turned around and saw that Sylvia Lin was staring at him blankly, his eyes full of disappointment, pain, and even disgust.
After a moment, Sylvia Lin withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and turned away without saying a word.
What's going on? Lin Pingan thought for a while and reacted immediately.
Although he didn't know Sylvia Yunshu's family background, he could guess without thinking that her family must have been massacred by the Manchus. Now that he heard that he was actually friends with the Manchus, he must have been very sad and disappointed. That's why he was like that. expression.
Realizing this, Lin Pingan was really helpless.
Logically speaking, he should also hate Manchu talents, but he is a time traveler and has only been in this world for more than ten days. He cannot arouse hatred for Dorgon and others in his heart.
"In her eyes, I must be the kind of shameless villain who only seeks glory?
If this is the case, then what do I look like in the eyes of Uncle Wang, Zhao Sheng and Liu Cheng?
Could it be that he is also a beast inferior to a pig or a dog? "
Thinking of this, Lin Ping'an suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He just wants to be an idle fish, but if he is surrounded by people who look down on him and hate him, how can he survive?
"Did I just shoot myself in the foot?"
He scratched his head and suddenly regretted it. He had known earlier that he should have asked Batu to buy some Manchus and come back.
But now that things have come to this, is it possible to kick these people out of the house?
Lin Pingan asked himself whether he could do such a thing. '
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At night, snowflakes were flying in the sky, but a bright moon rose, illuminating the entire courtyard crystal clear.
Lin Ping'an was from Jiangzhou in his previous life and belonged to the south. It was rare to see such heavy snow. At this moment, he couldn't help but become curious. He put on a fox fur cloak and walked out of the house.
The backyard of this house is very spacious, with five wing rooms on the east and west sides. Lin Ping'an and Wan'er live in the east wing, and there is also a large study room. Sylvia Yunshu and Xiu'er live in the west wing.
Between the east and west wings is a spacious courtyard. There are pavilions, ponds, pavilions, and various tall plants in the courtyard. The architecture is completely based on the style of Suzhou gardens.
Lin Pingan walked slowly along the gravel path. After a while, he turned around a pavilion and heard the sound of a woman crying.
Lin Ping'an was startled and looked around. Under the moonlight, a woman was crying softly. A woman next to her was at a loss and was wiping her tears with a handkerchief.
Sylvia Lin and Xiu'er?
Why are they crying here?
Lin Ping'an was confused, but heard Xiu'er say:
"Miss, please stop crying. What if the young master finds out and sells us?"
Hearing this, Lin Ping'an became even more curious. Could it be that Sylvia Lin had any secrets that he couldn't let himself know?
I just heard Sylvia Ye sighing leisurely and sobbing:
"Xiu'er, you also saw what happened that day. My father, mother, and brothers were all killed by those vicious Tatar soldiers. If we hadn't been hiding in the pyre, we might have died long ago. .
I was originally full of joy because the young master was a Han, but I didn't expect that he and the Manchu were actually brothers. Both of us are weak women. We are committed to this. It's okay if we can't avenge those blood feuds, but we have to serve people like this every day. I feel really sad. "
A trace of panic appeared on Xiu'er's face, she looked around anxiously and whispered:
"But what can we do? Those Manchus are worse than animals. If we fall into their hands again, life will be worse than death. Miss, if you cry again, if someone finds out, then we will be in misery."
"But I feel uncomfortable!"
Sylvia Sylvia sobbed: "If I knew that my father and mother's spirits in heaven knew that I was like this, they would definitely not forgive me as an unfilial daughter."
Hearing this, Lin Pingan sighed slightly in his heart, took his head back, and quietly returned to the east wing.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and it seemed that the rustling sound could be heard in the silent night. Lin Ping'an was completely sleepless, lying on the bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window with his eyes open.
Today's discovery made him a little confused, and he even didn't know how to face Uncle Wang, Sylvia Lin and others.
"Are you taking them back to Ming Dynasty?"
He thought in his heart, suddenly feeling a little moved.
Although Shengjing is the capital of Hou Jin, it is located in the Northeast after all, and its conditions in all aspects are definitely not as good as those of the Ming Dynasty. Moreover, Lin Ping'an was a southerner in his previous life, and he was not used to facing this ice and snow.
The most important point is that it is only the second year of the Apocalypse, and there are still twenty-two years before the Qing Dynasty enters the Pass and establishes the Qing Dynasty. It would be a torture for him to stay in Shengjing for such a long time. .
"Then go back to Daming."
He said to himself in his heart: "But before that, we must first lay a solid foundation for our relationship with Dorgon and Dayu'er. When the Qing Dynasty is established, I can live a good life."
This idea immediately made him a little excited. In this way, Uncle Wang, Sylvia Lin and others would no longer have any bad opinions about him, Lin Ping'an. Why not get the best of both worlds?
After thinking about this clearly, Lin Ping felt relaxed, retracted the quilt, and fell asleep sweetly after a while.
