Half an hour later, Huang Taiji and his entourage all had a new style of haircut, mainly because their foreheads were shaved backwards. Therefore, the master made innovations based on Huang Xiao's hair style, and it looked good, of course. Once the hair is all grown, it can be trimmed.
Huang Taiji looked in the mirror and felt that he was indeed much more energetic, but the only drawback was that there were some bangs-like hair on his forehead, which made his whole face look smaller, but it also perfectly covered the half-moon-shaped forehead, which was very natural. .
He was a prince, so his hair was naturally taken care of, but the entourage had a lot of lice, which made Huang Taiji feel sick. Now he felt that what the guy just said was right. It was normal to shave the heads of Han people. Everyone wears their hair in pigtails like the Jurchens, which is not only unattractive, but also really unhygienic.
Huang Taiji rewarded the master with one tael of silver.
After leaving the barber shop, he went to the clothing store and bought two sets of Akito's gowns. After returning to the hotel, he took a shower and put on new clothes. Huang Taiji didn't know what he felt.
After a simple meal, the men he sent out to inquire about Buhe's residence came back and told him the news.
Huang Taiji had people prepare gifts and went looking for them with two followers.
When Bu He saw Huang Taiji coming over, he had no choice but to entertain him and invited him in.
Hai Dongzhu glanced at Huang Taiji, "This dress is more pleasing to the eye. Previously, you had a long braid like a pig's tail, which was really ugly! However, no matter how you dress up, you are still not even half as good as Marquis Zhongyi."
Hai Dongzhu said and left to go back to the room.
Huang Taiji smiled bitterly.
Bu He smiled and said nothing.
"Clan leader, why are the leaders of the Mongolian tribes gathering this time? Did Marquis Zhongyi send out an invitation?"
Bu He shook his head and said, "It's true, Sibeile. Now that the Ming Dynasty has defeated your Jurchens, their illustrious martial arts have spread throughout the desert, and both the Empress of the Ming Dynasty and Marquis Zhongyi have been banished to the earth. Now two banished immortals are coming to the Xuan Mansion. Naturally, all the ministries want to come and see with their own eyes to decide their future actions. Let me tell you the truth, all our ministries want to know face to face what regulations Marquis Zhongyi has for our Mongolian ministries."
Although Huang Taiji had already made a guess, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this.
Buhe continued: "My clan has many marriages with you, and we are not outsiders. I don't know what Marquis Zhongyi wants to talk to you, but I advise Sibeile to be aware of the current affairs and become a hero, and never start a war with the Ming Dynasty again, otherwise Your clan may be in danger of extinction."
As he spoke, he leaned forward and lowered his voice and said: "For the sake of Zhezhe and Yu'er, I have to tell you news. Many tribes are already discussing to unite with the Ming Dynasty to attack your Jurchen clan. The Ming Dynasty is really too powerful. It’s so powerful, our Mongolian tribes can’t defeat it, so we can only attach ourselves to the Ming Dynasty, and you Jurchens are just surrendering.”
Huang Taiji's face turned pale. Not even a Ming Dynasty could deal with it. If the Mongolian tribes were added to it, the Jurchens would surely perish!
He stood up and saluted Buhe: "Thank you, I know how to behave!"
Bu He smiled and said, "No matter what, we are still a family, so there is no need to thank you. However, if you don't have an agreement with Marquis Zhongyi tomorrow, I will take Zhezhe and Yu'er back. You can't blame me, and you can't I can’t come again, and I won’t see you again.”
Huang Taiji's face turned red, he reluctantly bowed and turned around.
Although Bu He's words were a bit humiliating, Huang Taiji had no resentment at all in his heart. Instead, he thanked Bu He for letting him clearly see the dangerous situation of the Jurchen tribe today.
…
Dahuang Village, Huangxiao Courtyard, night.
Zhang Yan was sitting on the main seat, and Huang Xiao was still by her side.
under.
Wei Zhongxian, Li Banghua, Yang Lian, Zuo Guangdou, Shi Kefa, Bi Maokang, Wang Zheng, Song Yingxing, Liu Ping, Liu An, He Biao and others stood respectfully.
Zhang Yan said seriously: "I have called you all here today because I have two things to discuss with you! First, the Marquis of Zhongyi Huang Xiao will be engaged to my sister-in-law and Lin Yue'er on the 28th of this month!"
Everyone was happy.
Zhang Yan said: "In addition, Marquis Zhongyi proposed to welcome His Majesty back in the near future."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone below was shocked, and then they all became happy!
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty is coming back?" Wei Zhongxian's body softened, he knelt on the ground and cried.
He Biao's eyes suddenly turned red.
Everyone else was so excited that their faces turned red!
Your Majesty went to the fairy world to recover from his injuries. This is an undisclosed secret!
Although the ministers were worried, no one ever asked!
But this does not mean that they do not care about the Emperor!
Old Yang Lian shed tears and choked up and said: "Your Majesty was killed, and I am very worried. Your Majesty and Marquis Zhongyi are in charge of the overall situation, and we don't dare to ask. Now that the Marquis has informed your Majesty that he is coming back, it is really a great joy! Veteran!" It is recommended to announce it to the world, so that the people of the Ming Dynasty can celebrate together!"
The rest of the people excitedly agreed with Yang Lian's proposal.
Huang Xiao sighed and said: "Why don't your Majesty and I not want to be like this? It's just that His Majesty's return is a last resort! His Majesty was injured and has been unconscious. In the past few days, His Majesty's condition has worsened due to his health. Now Life hangs on a thread!”
"Ah! This..."
Everyone was shocked!
Huang Xiaodao: "If you don't bring Daming back, your Majesty will only have a few months to live at most. However, after discussing with me, I still feel that I should take a gamble and bet on the chance of survival. I won't explain the specific situation. In short, stay there." Bian, there is death but no life!"
Wei Zhongxian said in a trembling voice: "May I ask, Lord Marquis, if your Majesty is in the immortal world?"
Everyone looked at Huang Xiao.
Huang Xiao nodded slightly and said, "That's right!"
Everyone except Zhang Yan was extremely surprised when Huang Xiao personally admitted it!
Wei Zhongxian perked up and said, "Our family heard that four people in Dahuang Village were taken to the fairy world by the Marquis. After they returned, they all became younger. Is this true?"
Huang Xiao nodded again.
Wei Zhongxian said: "Since His Majesty was taken to the fairy world by the Marquis to heal his wounds, will he be better when he returns?"
Huang Xiao smiled faintly, "Old Wei does have far-reaching thoughts. I do think so. Now, this is your majesty's only chance of survival!"
Everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief and looked happy.
Yang Lian said: "Since others are useful, Your Majesty, as the Emperor, will definitely be useful too!"
Bi Maokang asked: "Are the things that the Marquis asked the construction team to install on the roof of the tall building in Dahuang Village also specially set up for His Majesty?"
Huang Xiao nodded.
Zhang Yan said: "Hou Zhongyi spent countless efforts and a huge amount of gold and silver so that Your Majesty could return to the Ming Dynasty. He not only spent money, but also studied medicine day and night, just for Your Majesty. After returning, I am deeply moved by the good treatment and such good intentions!"
She said as she stood up and saluted Huang Xiao.
Wei Zhongxian, Yang Lian, Zuo Guangdou, Bi Maokang, Shi Kefa, Wang Zheng, Song Yingxing and even the Liu Ping brothers all knelt down!
Yang Lian shed tears and said, "What Zhongyihou did is truly touching. Please accept my respect!"
Huang Xiao hurriedly went to help.
