"Ms. Zheng, come to my carriage. I want to tell you the rules for meeting the Great Khan and Great Fujin."
When he was still twenty or thirty miles away from the royal tent in Chahanhot, He Zhuo took the initiative to propose an "invitation" with a commanding tone.
Zheng Haizhu sat down opposite He Zhuo, his eyes falling on her dress today.
The front and back of He Zhuo's bun were rarely bejeweled, but she was already wearing the Songjiang cloth-covered fur coat that Zheng Haizhu asked Man Gui to send.
This woman's face and facial features are not as flat as most Mongolian or Jurchen people. Her slightly sunken eyes, pinched nose, and thin lips all give her appearance a smart and decisive temperament.
The piece of Songjiang cloth on her body, with a black background and yellow cocoa color, was dyed by Tailor Fan when Zheng Haizhu was in Nanzhili.
At that time, Tailor Fan and Fan Polu and his daughter both spoke out and remonstrated, saying that this pattern was too old-fashioned and that ladies would not want to wear it.
Zheng Haizhu didn't preach to them much and just did as he was told.
In the south of the Yangtze River where wealthy gentry families gathered, the whole meaning of life for many noble ladies was to pursue how to keep themselves young and young forever so that their husbands would spend less time hanging around concubines.
The robes, which are as dark as the night sky and as thick as the earth, are not prepared for a group like them who often talk about being "old-fashioned".
At this moment, from the perspective of Zheng Haizhu, who is also a woman, the young He Zhuo, on the contrary, is very suitable for earth tones because of his high IQ from his face to his demeanor, and he has a calm, stable and strong ability to withstand stress.
"This leather jacket of yours is not bad." He Zhuo said, stopping Zheng Haizhu from looking at it calmly.
The corners of Ye He's woman's mouth were as unsmiling as they had been along the way, but her tone was not cold.
"Our noble ladies of the Yehe tribe also wear chinchilla fur as a lining, unlike Unger's Mongolian Taiji, where the animal hair is nailed to the surface of the wind robe, lest others not know their wealth. They look more and more like A bear.”
In front of Zheng Haizhu, He Zhuo never shied away from his "daily complaints" about Unger, a Mongolian dandy, even when he got angry with Zheng Haizhu after fighting the Zhenglan Banner.
Zheng Haizhu then leaned forward slightly and said, "As long as grandma likes it. I just thought that the fur of chinchilla and mink is soft and comfortable. If it is stuffed inside and wrapped in cloth, it will look more energetic."
He Zhuo rolled up his sleeves and asked: "What is this trick of yours? Yesterday General Man said it was called Huang Gourd? Haha, let me think about it, it is impossible to call it that name."
Zheng Haizhu noticed that the woman's sneer at Man Gui was clearly a little bit amusing, but there was no disdain towards Unger at all.
"Yes, General Man is unambiguous when he goes into battle to kill the enemy. It is indeed difficult for him to understand the pattern of his clothes. As I know, this pattern is called the tangled branches of the lotus flower. The lotus flower is originally pink and white, but I prefer the color of the yellow cotin leaves. I asked the craftsmen to dye it and transport it to the capital. As expected, customers came in droves. When I entered the grassland this time, I discovered that the color was the same as the hats of the monks of the Wusi Zanghuang Sect. I was surprised and felt that they were destined."
He Zhuo's eyes moved slightly, and he was stroking a beautifully printed and dyed lotus flower with clear edges. His tense cheeks finally relaxed a little, and he muttered, "It's really true."
Zheng Haizhu's heart was just as relaxed as the woman opposite him.
Only by observing the words and deeds of different people and analyzing them in relation to previous situations can we conduct psychological warfare more accurately.
After leaving the fortress, Zheng Haizhu observed the details of the words and deeds of He Zhuo and other Mongolian guards, including the type of monastery that He Zhuo chose to rest in. After cross-checking, he found that they still believed in the Yellow Sect of Tibetan Buddhism, not the Yellow Sect of Lin Dan Khan. A former convert to the Red Sect.
Going forward a few decades during the reign of Emperor Longqing of the Ming Dynasty, Anda Khan from the Mongolian grassland, in order to solve his identity problem, had an affair with Suonan Gyatso, the master of Drepung Temple in Usizang (i.e. Tibet). Considering their respective interests, it was announced to the outside world that Suonan Gyatso was the reincarnation of Phaspa, the "national preceptor" when the Yuan Dynasty was founded, and Anda Khan was the reincarnation of Kublai Khan.
In fact, Phagsipa is the leader of the Sakya Sect of Tibetan Buddhism, commonly known as the "Flower Sect", while Sonam Gyatso belongs to the Yellow Sect and is a completely different sect.
But that's not important.
What is important is that the various Mongolian tribes after the demise of the Yuan Empire were still believers in Tibetan Buddhism.
Amada Khan needed Sonam Gyatso's "reincarnation theory" to package him as a descendant of Genghis Khan and help his prestige in the grassland increase. And Sonam Gyatso undoubtedly needed Amada Khan's powerful military strength to help the rising star. The Yellow Sect defeated the White Sect, the Flower Sect, the Red Sect and other sects, and spread and grew in the vast Mongolian grasslands.
As a result, today, half a century later, the Yellow religion has been deeply ingrained in the hearts of the Mongolian people. Even Yehe Jurchens such as Sutai and Hezhuo also believe in the Yellow religion. After all, the Yehe tribe borders Mongolia.
Even if Sutai's husband, Lin Danhan, was brainwashed by the leader of the Red Sect a few years ago and strongly promoted the Red Sect, this kind of "distribution of documents"-style movement could not really shake the status of the Yellow Sect in the hearts of the people.
Zheng Haizhu does not believe in any sect, ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, but he clearly understands that if he wants to win over strong women like Su Taifujin and He Zhuo whose ability and wealth are not inferior to men, in addition to the temptation of economic interests and power, he must also pay attention to their attraction to men. The physical needs ignored by the world of power, and the spiritual world looking for a way out:
that is, lust, and faith.
Yan Siqi struggled to survive in Hirado Port, Japan, and Xu Guangqi accepted the shell of Western religion without hesitation in order to introduce advanced Western firearms and mathematical theories. Why couldn't she, Zheng Haizhu, start with religion in order to resist the foreign invaders of the Jian slaves? What about stroking Ye He's woman's hair?
Zheng Haizhu then pretended to be interested and said: "Mount Wutai in Shanxi Province in the Ming Dynasty is also the place where the Yellow Sect spreads the Dharma. Han monks wear green robes, and Huang Sect monks wear yellow robes. Green and yellow stand side by side. They are both Buddhist righteousnesses. The welfare of all living beings.”
He Zhuo hummed in his throat.
She did not continue the topic, but her brows and eyes were suddenly filled with sadness.
After a while, she spoke again: "I have already told Unger not to mention that you Ming people intended to use our annual reward silver to seduce Zhenglan Qi. Just say that you met Dege Lei by the Luan River. He agreed. Otherwise, Lin Danhan will feel stupid."
(I have been in the mining area this week and often go down the mine. The updates are unstable. I am extremely sorry)
