"Since the Emperor wants to welcome the Supreme Emperor back, it should be sooner rather than later. Why not get ready in these two days and then set off!"
Sun said: "As for the choice of envoy, the Ai family recommends the Li Qing family."
Zhu Qiyu was startled for a moment and said to himself: Mr. Li really was right, and the Queen Mother really chose him.
Li Qing smiled slightly: Everything is under control.
It was inevitable for Sun to choose him. Firstly, the two were once partners. Secondly, he and Zhu Qizhen had an irreconcilable relationship. Thirdly, he had made meritorious service this time, but he was not rewarded by Zhu Qiyu.
For these three reasons, Sun 100% chose him.
"What do you think, Your Majesty?" asked Sun.
Zhu Qiyu nodded slowly: "It's okay to let Li Aiqing go, but is it a bit... perfunctory to only go to one of them?"
"That's what the emperor said." Mrs. Sun nodded, "I wonder who else the emperor will send?"
"Wang Zhi, the Minister of Civil Affairs, should also go." Zhu Qiyu said.
Sun thought for a while and said: "It's better not to waste your money. The higher the level of people who go, the more confident Tatar will be and ask for a high price. Besides, he is old and may not be able to withstand the long journey."
Wang Zhi and Yu Qian were in the same group, and Mrs. Sun did not dare to let Wang Zhi go.
Nowadays, Yu Qian is in the limelight. In terms of interests, he is the person who least wants Zhu Qizhen to come back. Sun doesn't dare to gamble.
Li Qing didn't want to cause trouble, so he cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, I think what the Queen Mother said is true. Ming Dynasty's money did not come from strong winds. We cannot let the Tatars take advantage of it."
When it came to money, Zhu Qiyu immediately became interested, nodded and said: "In that case, it will be Li Aiqing's hard work."
After a pause, "Queen Mother, we need to discuss this matter in the court and come up with a charter."
Mrs. Sun nodded. She knew that those people also wanted to take back her son, so as to restrain Zhu Qiyu, she would not stop them.
"The emperor considers Zhou Xiang, so just do what the emperor says."
…
Noon morning.
Li Qing didn't go, but the situation was as he expected.
Welcoming Zhu Qizhen back is a thankless task. No matter whether it is done well or not, you can find fault afterwards. Naturally, Li Qing, the most annoying person, has to go through the muddy water.
Ever since, the important task of welcoming back the Supreme Emperor fell on Li Qing.
The first stage went smoothly and was under Li Qing's control, and then came the second stage.
——Go to the grassland and welcome Zhu Qi Town!
This is destined to be a deadlock. The person is not in the grassland at all. How can he be welcomed back?
He can only fool him... Li Qing smiled bitterly.
…
Three days later, Li Qing set out on the journey with an elite force of 5,000 people, 200 royal guards, and the rewards (gifts) given to the Tatars by the Ming Dynasty.
…
"Li Qi... Mr. Li, I heard that a few years ago civil servants went to your house to cause trouble at night, and you killed several of them. Is it true or false?" Shi Biao came up and asked.
He is the leader of this elite group of five thousand.
Zhu Qiyu was afraid that Li Qing would make a mistake, so he specially sent Shi Biao, a powerful general, to follow him. He was extremely caring.
Shi Biao was also very happy. He was naturally willing to have the opportunity to get close to his idol, and Dian Dian'er followed him.
"Just killed two." Li Qing waved his hand, "Not worth mentioning."
It's really not worth mentioning. Thinking back to the beginning, the people he buried were all ministers and ministers. They were just two minor officials, so they didn't mean anything.
"Isn't this worth mentioning?" Shi Biao exclaimed, "I will kill you as soon as the court officials say. You are definitely shitting like a scorpion - you are the only one."
"If you don't know how to speak, just say less." Li Qing had a headache from his noise, "You talk so much, aren't you thirsty?"
"I'm really thirsty." Shi Biao took off the wine bag, drank it for a while, then handed it to Li Qing, "Drink some too."
"I have it myself." Li Qing took off his wine bag and drank a few sips, then said weakly: "This is just the beginning, there is still a long way to go, you can just calm down for a while."
"Isn't it boring to be idle?" Shi Biao chuckled: "By the way, you brought that Tatar Grand Master, are you planning to trade him for the Grand Emperor?"
"Ang... that's right." Li Qing responded casually. Seeing that he was still nagging, he simply lay down on the horse's back, leaning on the horse's butt to admire the blue sky.
When Shi Biao saw this, he was quite amused: "Interesting, can a horse be ridden like this?"
He also imitated Li Qing, with his legs hanging down and his upper body falling backward.
'Plop...' Shi Biao was not flexible enough and had insufficient balance, so he fell directly. óΠъ.oяＧ
then,
┗|｀o′|┛Ouch~~
The hind hoof of the war horse stepped on his thigh, causing the stone biao to roll on the ground in pain.
"Master Shi, Master Shi, are you okay?"
When Li Qing heard the screams and commotion, he stood up and took a look, only to see Shi Biao covering his crotch and sticking his butt out, grabbing the ground with his head, his body trembling.
He turned over and dismounted, stepped forward and said, "Brother, are you okay?"
"It hurts, it hurts me so much." Shi Biao had snot bubbles coming out of his nose.
Li Qing was shocked: "Did something really happen to my brother?"
"Oh……!"
"...My condolences." Li Qing patted him on the shoulder. Seeing that it was almost evening, he asked the team to stop and rest, bury the pots to make rice, and set up camp on the spot.
Shi Biao was stepped on lightly. Even though the meal was ready, before he could recover, his face turned pale with pain.
: Is this the price of imitating him?
Shi Biao felt regretful in his gut, and at the same time he was terrified. If it was two inches higher, he would have to serve as the Supervisor of Ceremonies.
After this incident, Shi Biao calmed down and stopped nagging Li Qing.
Li Qing took advantage of his free time to have a long talk with Totto Polo.
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"Your king is dead." Li Qing said, "Today's Tatars are not as powerful as Waladu. They should be more honest in the future."
Tottu Polo was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and prayed.
Li Qing knew that he was praying for Mu Zhuoer and did not disturb him.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Totto Polo opened his eyes again and sighed: "What's the point of saying this now? I'm already a prisoner. It's useless for you to tell me."
In fact, he didn't know anything about Zhu Qizhen. When he invaded the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Qizhen was still staying on the grassland.
In Totto Polo's understanding, Zhu Qizhen is on the grassland.
"I can help you." Li Qing said.
"Are you so kind?" Tottu Polo sneered.
Li Qing smiled: "There is no free lunch in the world, so I help you with conditions. However, no matter how you calculate it, it is better than being a prisoner, isn't it?"
Tottu Polo glanced at him suspiciously and said with some emotion: "Let's talk about the conditions first."
"It's very simple. From now on, you will serve the Ming Dynasty." Li Qing said, "It's not about becoming a minister, but about bringing your people to join the Ming Dynasty."
"Change the conditions!" Totu Polo said in a loud voice.
"Haha, do you think I don't know about the things on the grassland?" Li Qing sneered: "Whether it is the Tatar tribe or the Oara tribe, they are composed of many tribes, and they are not like the Ming Dynasty, where they implement absolute orders and prohibitions. This After a complete defeat in the battle, and your king passing away, do you think you can still regain your former status?"
Totto Polo was silent.
Li Qing continued: "You take robbery as a matter of course, but in fact, it is just for survival; now you have a stable life in front of you, why give up?
You can only rely on this to attract your former direct descendants. After all, they don't want to live a life of licking blood, right? "
"You mean...let me recruit my former subordinates under the guise of surrendering to the Ming Dynasty?"
"Yes, only in this way can you recruit people." Li Qing nodded: "After this battle, you should understand that the grassland forces are far from being the match of the Ming Dynasty. In ten, fifty, or a hundred years... neither;
So...become a military commander of the Ming Dynasty! "
Li Qing's voice was full of temptation: "I can help you get a hereditary official position from the imperial court. From now on, your son, your grandson...
Children and grandchildren no longer have to endure a life of displacement and bloodshed;
They can even study and be sensible, and no longer are reckless men. They can have big houses to live in, and they can no longer endure the wind and sun;
Is it not good? "
Li Qing said happily: "The Ming Dynasty was generous to others. Many tribes came to join the Ming Dynasty during the Hongwu Dynasty. Now they are living a good life. They have their own farmland and houses. If they are like this, let alone a military commander like you who uses your skills? "
"I..." Tottu Polo swallowed, already beginning to yearn for it, but still emotionally conflicted.
Li Qing continued: "Think about it, when you get old in the future, your son will inherit your mantle. You will sit under the eaves, and your grandson will run around in the corridor. After a while, he will come to act like a baby and drag you to play games with him. …”
These words were so tempting that Totto Polo was even imagining that kind of life.
After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Can you really guarantee that?"
"Of course." Li Qing said seriously, "For Ming, you are not the first, nor will you be the last."
"Okay, I'm done." Tottu Polo said, "What do you need me to do?"
"There is no rush now." Li Qing said with a smile, "Well... let's give him a Han name first? It will help distinguish them."
"...Okay." Totto Polo scratched his head, "I can speak Chinese, but I am not familiar with Chinese culture."
Li Qing smiled and asked, "Is it okay if I help you get up?"
"Ang, tell me."
Li Qing pondered and said: "I am a great Ming Dynasty who is tolerant and loves peace. You are a rare warrior. How about you call me... He Yong?"
"He Yong?" Totto Polo replied softly, without refusing.
