"Why did Obaateji's people escape first!"
Upstream of the Luanhe River, on the snowy slope on the west bank, Dege Lei, who had slowed down his horse, looked at the open land down the slope and said angrily and frustratedly.
Obataiji was a nobleman of the Horqin tribe in Mongolia. He was also the first person in the tribe to betray Lin Dan Khan and fall to Houjin Nurhachi.
This year, Hou Jin circled out of Liaodong to seize the west. Obataiji also sent Mongolian knights and some herdsmen under his tent to not only serve as guides for Hou Jin's Zhenglan Banner, but also stationed near the upper reaches of the Luan River as part of the Jin army. Supply station on the way back.
Mu Zaohua rode her horse and came to Degerei: "Is it true that your brother has returned to Hetuala, so Horqin's people have also left?"
"Impossible!" Degelei raised his voice and argued in stiff Chinese, "When I went south to fight Lin Danhan's mission, Mang Gurtai was going to Zhangjiakou. He only had three days. He is such a greedy person. Where can I get enough!"
The woman beside him did not discuss this issue again.
Degerei turned to look at her and saw her jumping off the horse, looking for a hole in the surrounding area where the snow was not thick enough to pull out the autumn grass, and then led the horse there to eat.
"It's time for your horse to eat, too."
The woman walked up to the horse's head, raised her face, and suggested in a gentle tone.
The sunlight, which had turned to the west, just covered her face, allowing Degerei to finally see her savior clearly.
Big and lively round eyes, a slightly tilted nose, a large mouth, but without the buck teeth common among Jianzhou women, and a slightly square jaw, adding a bit of heroism to this face with regular features. .
Degerei is twenty-three years old this year. He married the daughter of Mongolian Jarut Budaiji a few years ago. Although it was a political marriage, the Borzigit family was pretty good-looking.
However, compared with the woman in front of her, from head to face, she looked like an over-steamed steamed bun. She was twice as big as she was, making her look rough.
"Ming Dynasty women are indeed beautiful." Dege said heartily.
When the two horses were gnawing dry grass side by side, Degerei grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, moistened his smoking throat, and muttered: "Originally, after climbing over this mountain, we would have a warm place. I rested and had something to eat, but I didn’t expect..."
Mu Zaohua responded calmly: "Without the Mongols, we wouldn't have froze and starved to death in the snow. I have dry food, and I'm also carrying a wolf-skin mattress. Even if I don't dare to light a fire, I can still survive." .”
After hearing this, Dege suddenly realized that he was a little ridiculous.
The dignified Lord Baylor is not a stupid and timid servant. Why is he as useless as a doll at this moment? He is not as calm and calm as the woman in front of him.
Soon, he found an excuse for himself - it was not that he was afraid of freezing to death in the wilderness, but that while he was running all the way, he had failed to ensure that the woman would receive and provide supplies. He, an upright man like him, felt that he had lost his credibility. .
He was about to get the bow from Mu Zaohua's horse and ask for some arrows to see if he could hunt any birds or animals nearby, but suddenly he felt a pain in his lower abdomen.
Degerei clutched his stomach, trotted behind the birch tree dozens of steps away, squatted down, and pulled hard.
After wiping away the dirt with stones in the snow, Degerei stood up. Just as he tied a knot on his belt, he suddenly felt his intestines twitching again, and had to squat down again in a hurry.
"Hey, are you still behind the tree? What took you so long?"
A woman's voice came.
Degelei said with a weak tone: "The food Mingren gave me to eat must have been poisoned."
Mu Zaohua sneered in her heart.
She was silent for a moment and walked straight towards the birch tree. As she walked, she said: "It's impossible. I looked at the porridge they cooked in the pot. Before I killed the soldier who delivered the meal, I saw him secretly drink a few. mouth."
"Hey, what are you doing!"
Degerei was still naked buttocks. Suddenly, from the side of the tree trunk, he saw Mu Zaohua walking towards him carelessly. For a moment, he didn't stand up with his pants up, nor continued squatting, so he shouted in a panic.
The woman said calmly: "What's wrong? I am doing business outside my home, and sometimes I huddle in a tent with the men to take shelter from the wind and snow. Aren't they also pooping and peeing in front of my eyes? What are you men growing on? Is it possible that we women Don’t you know?”
Degerei stared, speechless.
The tough demeanor of this Chinese woman is completely incompatible with her soft voice and beautiful face.
When Jianzhou Belle was stunned, Mu Zaohua had already walked up to him and handed him a ball of withered grass.
"Have you finished pooping? Wipe it clean. I still have to squeeze into the same mattress with you."
Dege only felt that he had never been in such a mess since he could remember.
After Mu Zaohua took the withered grass dumplings from him, she turned around and continued unhurriedly: "Look at your shit, is it bloody? Is it black? Is it green?"
Dege looked at it carefully and didn't know how to describe it in Chinese, so he hesitated and said, "None of them."
"Have you tied your pants?"
"alright."
"Get out of the way, let me take a look." Mu Zaohua turned around, walked to the filth, glanced at it a few times, and smiled sarcastically, "It's just poisoning, isn't it? You're either frozen, Or he was frightened by my vicious master named Zheng."
"You slave, what are you talking nonsense!" Degerei was finally angered, and in an instant, his attitude towards the woman in front of him became that of a master towards Bao Yi.
But he only yelled, and suddenly felt uncomfortable again, staggering and leaning against the birch tree.
"Still want to poop?" Mu Zaohua asked with a frown.
Dege lowered his eyelids and shook his head.
His intestines and butthole were still contracting abnormally, but he really had nothing to eject, and he was so weak that he just wanted to lie on the snow.
Mu Zaohua stepped forward to support him, put his arms behind her neck, and half supported and half dragged him to the birch forest where the wind was blocked. She let him sit against the tree trunk first, and then went to fetch the horse. Tie him up, take off the wolf skin mattress, unfold it, and wrap him up.
"It's okay, I have medicine. The sun has gone down, it doesn't matter if you light a fire." Mu Zaohua said calmly.
In the following time, Dege's eyelids drooped. Although he was listless, he had not yet fallen asleep. From the slits of his eyes, he could see that the woman took off her helmet, put a few handfuls of snow inside, and put the helmet on the pile. on the dead branches.
She made a fire stick and lit the branches. When the helmet started to smoke, she took out a cloth bag from her arms, twisted out a lot of black fragments, and put them into the helmet.
"What is this?" Derge asked in frustration, and quickly added, "It's not that I don't believe you."
Mu Zaohua seemed patient and gentle: "It's the hibiscus shell that our Ming Dynasty doctors use to relieve pain. It can also prevent people from having diarrhea."
Dege had no strength to speak anymore and tilted his head to one side like a sick chicken.
The sunlight on the snow changed from pale gold to persimmon red before sunset, and finally dimmed.
As twilight fell, Mu Zaohua put out the flames, walked to Degerei, and fed him medicinal soup from poppy shells.
The Jianzhou Jurchens, who had never come into contact with this thing, only felt that the slightly bitter medicinal soup was full of heat and a faint fragrance, sliding down the throat and falling into the stomach. First, the cold limbs were firmly removed. Bai Gu took care of it once.
The woman's embrace actually seemed to be warmer than the helmet used as a temporary medicine pot and the thick wolf-hair mattress, with a wonderful warmth that made people feel like bathing in a hot spring.
After Dege drank the medicinal soup, he remained motionless and closed his eyes.
"You can just get some sleep." The woman's voice returned to its calm and calm tone. "If we can hit the road tomorrow, we still have to cross the river. We can't wait here and would rather get into the Horqin tribe. If your brother Several flags have returned to the east, and the Horqin people must know it. If your brother is still in the west, we will wait for him in Horqin."
Dege's eyes opened again.
"Mang Gurtai, did I want to marry you as Fujin before? Did your master Zheng refuse? You guys went to Hetuala before the Battle of Fushun, right?"
Mu Zaohua turned her back to Degerei and said slowly: "The person named Zheng not only won't let me marry your brother, she is a devil. It's a long story. I will tell your brother when I see him." .”
Dege did not ask further questions.
After Mu Zaohua checked the horse's reins, she walked back and got into the wolf's mattress.
"Squeeze, or we'll both freeze to death."
Dege's embarrassment suddenly arises. He didn't know what was going on. It wasn't like he had never been bitten by a woman before, so why was this woman next to him making him so uncomfortable?
Just because in the near future, she will become Mang Gurtai's side Fujin, her sister-in-law?
While he was feeling awkward, Degerei heard a question in his ear: "Do you Jurchens call your brothers by their first names?"
Dege said: "Yes, just like the Mongols."
"Oh, your brother, are you the only half-brother?"
"Um."
"Then you two brothers must be very close. It would be great if I had a brother, so I wouldn't have been bullied since I was a child."
Dege was silent for a moment before speaking: "If Mang Gurtai marries you, no one will dare to bully you anymore."
