Zheng Haizhu could already smell the strong smell of alcohol on He Zhuo.
She asked Mangui in a low voice: "Are you drunk? Why don't you just send it back to Sutai Fujin?"
"My aunt," Man Gui sneered, "You have been thinking about He Zhuo for some reason and has not shown up these days. Can't I, Man Gui, tell it?"
Zheng Haizhu brushed the snow off He Zhuo's back and thought to himself, Man Gui is just like Mao Wenlong. He looks like a careless rough guy, but in fact his eyes and heart are constantly spinning. He is really a very useful person. Refined.
Man Gui then added: "Madam, both Lin Dan and Khan are not in the city. I seized this good opportunity and asked you to ask He Zhuo the reason in person? Besides, today, today He Zhuo's The appearance is really strange. Hey, let’s go into the account and tell you in detail.”
Fortunately, it was late at night, and several Mongolian officials in charge of the posthouse had already taken off duty.
The remaining servants stopped at a distance, thinking that the general of the Ming Dynasty had brought a prostitute back. They were muttering about how they had entered the dome of the leading lady. They wanted to come over and have a look, but in a moment, three people Four guards in royal robes had already left the Qionglu, guarding them like iron towers, and the servants also gave up their interest in inquiring.
In the tent, Man Gui put He Zhuo on the couch, and immediately stepped back a few steps, clasping his hands together in an orderly manner, watching Zheng Haizhu cover He Zhuo's neck with the thick fur mattress.
"Listen, I'm already snoring. If this was in the snow, the Lord of Hell would take it away in less than half an hour." Man Gui muttered.
Zheng Haizhu stood up and called Man Gui to the tent door: "Tell me, what's weird?"
Mangui scratched his head: "I remembered my wife's instructions and didn't go to a big and eye-catching wine shop to have fun. I got into a smaller one and was watching the Mongolian women dancing. There was a man with a turban covering his face, holding a drink. Wan sat next to me, and when I heard what she said, it turned out to be He Zhuo. I said, mama, you are not recuperating in the mountains, but to my surprise, she spoke directly and asked...asked me if I would like to marry her."
Hearing this, Zheng Haizhu's face, which was listening attentively, showed doubts for an instant.
Mangui curled her lips and said: "Well, Madam, although she has made fun of me all the way, you actually don't believe it. This Bodhisattva can like me, right? In the words of you scholars, General Ma is a jewel in front of me, and a Puliu like me is posture……"
Zheng Haizhu interrupted Man Gui's display of idioms with a unique painting style and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, what happened next?"
Mangui turned back to look solemn: "She looked like she had drunk too much and was talking nonsense. How can I, an upright man, take advantage of a little girl like her? I asked her, but I missed her Ye He's hometown. Is it possible that there was an engaged youngster in my hometown who was beaten to death by Nurhachi and the others? If she doesn’t like the Mongols, I am willing to give her a message to become a concubine for General Ma and serve General Ma in Daning Town. She can hear it. Seriously, and praised me as a good person. It happened that the Mongolian woman came to take me to dance, so I put down the wine bowl and went on stage. When I came back, I saw that he was gone. I thought about it and felt something was wrong. This aunt of Ye Hebe, along the way How majestic and majestic, I wish I could treat you like a maid, my wife. What happened tonight? It was as if the glazed oil lamp was about to break. So I asked the clerk for a torch and followed the footprints to find her. I went astray three or four times. Come back, I finally found her on the last road. She, she actually opened her leather robe and lay on her back under the dead tree. I quickly carried her on my back and headed to our residence."
Mangui said this in a breath, looking away and looking at the bed.
Through the dim light of the oil lamp, Zheng Haizhu could clearly see that there was compassion in the eyes of this rough man.
"Oh, Madam is right, she is actually just a little girl," Man Gui sighed, "What's wrong with Aunt Ke Dun? She's actually not as old as my sister. It's also a crime. She came here as a dowry at such a young age, like a mule. Running around. Madam, please ask her what she has been wronged about. Hey, that's not right..."
Zheng Haizhu heard Man Gui's last sentence and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mangui said: "When we first entered the city, wasn't there a little prince from Zakarkha who showed his affection to her? The boy was not bad looking, and he was also highly regarded by Lin Danhan. If Miss Hezhuo wanted to get married in a hurry, Isn’t it good to marry him?”
"Well, I remember that person," Zheng Haizhu nodded, "called 'Chao Ketu'. Because he believed in the Red Religion, he was favored by Lin Dan Khan. Taiji, who believed in the Yellow Religion like Unger, didn't like him. Speaking of which, This morning when Lin Dan Khan and Su Tai went out of the city to invite the guru, I saw this extremely profitable thing."
Mangui lowered her eyes and stared at the flickering lights.
He found to his chagrin that he had already told his wife the whole story and actually didn't want to run away.
Of course he didn't want to chat with his wife, and she had no intention of rewarding him with any more money.
Because of who, well, let’s not talk about it. After discovering He Zhuo’s weird and pitiable side tonight, Man Gui felt that she was beginning to feel confused, as if she wanted to take another look at that little girl.
But how could he stay in his wife's tent in the middle of the night?
Man Gui blew up her nose, wiped it on her robe, rolled up her sleeves, and said to Zheng Haizhu: "Madam, I will leave first."
"Okay." Zheng Haizhu responded, turned around and went to the couch to see He Zhuo's condition.
Man Gui was about to lift the curtain when he suddenly put down his hand and stood there for a moment. Then he turned back and said to Zheng Haizhu, "Tu Jini."
"What?" Zheng Haizhu stared at Man Gui in confusion.
Mangui shook her hands and said word by word: "Tukini. When I found Hezhuo under the tree, she was still somewhat conscious and muttered this word several times. Now I remember, this was not what she said when she was drunk. Nonsense, this is probably something in the Nawusi Tibetan teachings. Madam, I went to watch the excitement in front of the Lama Temple in the west of the city that day. Several wealthy Mongolian households got together and argued, and they all mentioned Tukini. This is definitely not Mongolian. I asked them what they meant. They were so fierce that they chased me away like a dog."
"The Lamasery in the west of the city? Is it from the Red Sect?"
Mangui thought for a moment: "Yes, I remember that the lamas inside don't wear yellow hats and are dressed differently from those on the mountain."
Zheng Haizhu frowned and thought for a moment, and asked Man Gui to go down and rest first.
She sat down on the edge of the couch and looked at He Zhuo.
After spending many days together, she saw He Zhuo sleeping for the first time.
Fortitude, determination, arrogance, cunning, sullenness, vigilance... these familiar expressions are no longer visible.
But the face in front of him cannot be associated with the word "Enron".
Although He Zhuo closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembled from time to time, and his mouth occasionally opened, and the next moment his cheeks moved, revealing a look of weeping.
This woman seemed to be in a nightmare.
"Tukini! Abhisaka!"
When Zheng Haizhu was leaning on her head and falling asleep, she suddenly heard He Zhuo's cry in a low voice.
She opened her eyes, approached the woman who seemed to be struggling in a cage, pushed her gently, and called her softly: "He Zhuo, He Zhuo. If you are afraid, wake up."
"Woo..."
He Zhuo started to cry.
Then, slowly, her eyes narrowed to a slit, revealing a little divine light, until they were fully opened.
She stared at Zheng Haizhu blankly.
"Are you thirsty? I'll make milk tea."
He Zhuo had no intention of answering this question. She refocused her eyes from Zheng Haizhu's face to the dome and the furnishings in the tent.
"I was in your tent? Who carried me back? Is it General Man?"
"Yes, if it weren't for him, you would be freezing to death by now."
The silence that followed spread between the two of them.
Finally, He Zhuo felt wet tears on his temples and cheeks.
The tears made her sneer.
"General Man, let me tell you, I must have gone crazy because of my drunkenness."
"He Zhuo, you drank and asked General Man if he could marry you, but General Man and I didn't think you were crazy. Instead, they speculated that you might have been wronged."
When He Zhuo heard the word "grievance", his lips trembled again.
Precisely because she was awake, she could no longer maintain her empty arrogance and hostility in front of this Ming Dynasty woman.
She was tired and ashamed, and her previous impulsive decision to freeze herself to death under the stars was gone.
She pulled up the fur mattress covering her body, covered her head, and cried happily.
When the crying gradually subsided, Zheng Haizhu asked: "He Zhuo, what does Tukini mean?"
"It's a Buddhist word. I don't know how you say it in Chinese. Tukini is the goddess flying in the air, compassionate and wise."
Zheng Haizhu only knew about the conflict between the Yellow Sect and the Red Sect caused by Lin Dan Khan from the historical perspective, but how could he know the terminology of the Wusizang Sect so well?
She then carefully continued to ask: "General Man said that when you were drunk, you kept talking about Tukini. You were also mumbling in your sleep just now. It is the goddess Tukini. Does it have any inspiration for you?"
He Zhuo shook his head, hesitating again in confusion, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to spit it out.
"The man from Outer Khalkha asked me to commit myself to him before I went to your Ming Dynasty to reward me with silver. I refused. Unexpectedly, he told Lin Dan Khan that the master told him that I His true body is his Tukini. If he wants to accept the Dharma from his guru, he must dedicate me to the guru. Only then can the guru send me back to him during Abhisaka and practice with him. Dharma.”
After listening to the explanation mixed with Chinese and Sanskrit, Zheng Haizhu thought of the extremely profitable sect and finally understood.
Tukini should be the Dakini, or Ming Fei, in the dual cultivation of Tantra.
