Detective in the Red Chamber

Unexpectedly, before she could speak, the woman said first: "This must be General Sun? The slave's family has done a great job here, but I don't know if the general dares to ask for it!"

This prologue...

It's quite a lobbyist style.

Sun Shaozong became more and more curious, looked directly at the woman's protruding almond eyes, and said: "Since the young lady wants to measure Sun's courage, how can she hide her head and show her tail like this?"

The woman hesitated for a moment when she heard the words, then pulled off her headscarf, showing a charming face, saluted and said: "Nasiyama, I have seen the general."

After a pause, she added: "Hrisul, who died in Xingcheng last month, is my husband."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xin subconsciously pulled out the knife next to him, watching Nasiyama's every move vigilantly.

However, Sun Shaozong rolled his eyes and blurted out, "How did your husband die?"

If Heli Sule really died at the hands of the officers and soldiers, and this little widow came here to make a deal, wouldn't she be admitting the thief as her father?

"Master General is really smart."

Resentment appeared on Nasiyama's face, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Jehri the dog said that my husband was shot in the back of the neck and died when he was defeated and fled—but my husband clearly had a sword in his hand. !"

Speaking of this, he seemed to be afraid that Sun Shaozong would not understand, so he hurriedly explained: "Zhesheli is famous for being good at shooting bows, and my husband is the number one warrior in the clan. He usually only charges in front of the enemy on the battlefield. Only then will I put down my bow and arrow and replace it with a sword!"

Sun Shaozong nodded his head to lead you clearly, then asked again: "Does Heli Sule have a son?"

Nasiyama was a little uncomfortable with this kind of jumping thinking, she was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "I gave birth to a son and a daughter for Krisul."

"Then how old is your son?"

"Six...six years old."

Hearing that he was only six years old, Sun Shaozong's sitting posture relaxed a lot, and he waved his hands weakly: "You are too young and your capital is not enough, you should keep this credit for yourself——Feng Xin, see off!"

Naxiyama originally thought that her intelligence was no less than her beauty, but at this time she was confused by Sun Shaozong.

Seeing Feng Xin approaching with a knife, she hurriedly shouted: "General, General! Don't you even have the courage to listen to me?! Don't you really want to miss out on this amazing achievement?!"

"Still waiting for you to finish?"

Sun Shaozong shrugged his shoulders: "It's just that Jehri was jealous of your husband, so he killed him secretly. Now, in order to save your son's life, you hope to take revenge by killing Jehri and his son with the help of this official."

"As for the so-called meritorious service..."

When Sun Shaozong said this, he sneered and said with a smile: "It's just a condition that your son becomes the patriarch, and bring this small tribe of 800 people anyway."

The more Naxiyama heard it, the more gloomy her face became. It was obvious that Sun Shaozong had punctured the idea in her heart.

But when she heard the last word, her eyes suddenly lit up again, and she exclaimed excitedly: "No, no! General, you misunderstood, Zhesheli is one of the six Jurchen tribes, except for the people in this valley." , there are more than a dozen tribes, large and small, with more than [-] people and more than [-] warriors!"

"As long as Lord General can avenge me, and support me and Heli Sule's son to sit on the patriarch's position, I, Zhesheli, will be the barrier and the forerunner of Dazhou!"

After a pause, she added another bargaining chip: "My brother is now the patriarch of the Nayan Tribe, and then I can persuade him to join Da Zhou together!"

第941章 歌、寿

[Dieting is so uncomfortable. 】

Crunch, crunch.

On the vast white wasteland, the sound of mechanical and boring footsteps is like a never-ending lullaby. Although it may not make people fall asleep, it keeps deepening the exhaustion in everyone's heart.

Even a tough man like Sun Shaozong couldn't help becoming irritable after a long time.

He casually tore open the neckline, and let the cold wind like a small knife slash his chest randomly, only then did he feel a little more excited.

Seeing that there were still walking corpses all around, he raised his voice and shouted: "Feng Xin, start singing a military song to cheer you up!"

Feng Xin, who was in front of the team, paused, turned his head and lowered his mask, and said with a bitter face: "My lord, you see we are facing the wind here, he... he can't even open his mouth."

"Then keep your head down and sing!"

Feng Xin had no choice but to hunched over to avoid the wind, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Brothers, Mrs. Du Te listened to my old Feng's chant: Clouds follow dragons, wind follows tigers, fame and wealth, dust and dirt — get ready!"

"The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, fame and wealth, dust and earth.

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and the fertile land for thousands of miles is barren.

Look at the world, the barbarians are exhausted, and the way of heaven is incomplete.

Good man, don't leave your parents, just for the sake of the common people and not for the Lord.

With the steel knife 99 in hand, kill Hu'er before you stop..."

The heroic singing soared into the sky, and as the cold wind echoed in the mountains and forests, countless birds and beasts were startled, and the accompanying Jurchens looked at each other in confusion.

Just as Sun Shaozong yelled a few words, Xu Furen's entourage behind him hurried up with their hats on, saying that the master asked Mr. Sun to come over and talk.

Taking advantage of the situation and looking back, I saw Hu Libo, the Jurchen mastermind, chasing after the carriage with his ass pouted, talking non-stop, probably protesting to Xu Furen.

Sun Shaozong snorted, and arrived in front of the carriage unhurriedly, replaced the driver, and forced Hu Libo back with sharp eyes, then raised the door curtain, and asked with a smile: "Old Xu, do you have any questions?" What do you want to order?"

Xu Furen poked his head out of the car, with a calm old face, and his mouth was full of hot mist from his trembling beard: "It's not impossible to adopt the orphan of Heli Sule before you, but you must try to figure it out first. , How much influence does Herisul have in Zhesheli?"

Just looking at his expression, anyone would think that he was scolding Sun Shaozong for the matter of the battle song just now.

Sun Shaozong's face was stiff, and he turned his face to the side, as if he dared not speak out, but said in his mouth: "That's natural. What the court wants is a bargaining chip, a handle, and it's not that they want to raise a few wine bags and rice bags."

After several considerations yesterday, Sun Shaozong still did not agree to Nasiyama's request - after all, this matter is not only risky, but also has an obvious conflict with the imperial court's soft policy.

However, he immediately proposed that the Great Zhou court could adopt the sons of Nasiama and Herisul.

In this way, when Heli Sule's son grows up, whether he wants to avenge his father or compete for the position of the chief of the Zhesheli tribe, Da Zhou can smoothly support him to a certain extent.

Nasiyama tried to bargain several times to no avail, and finally accepted the condition helplessly.

So the two parties agreed that when the mission returned from the original road of Jianzhou, they would quietly bring Heli Sule's son back to Dazhou.

And then……

Just sleepless all night—Sun Shaozong seldom refuses the fat that is on his lips, especially this kind of beautiful meat that is separated from each other and does not need to be responsible afterwards.

"Ah."

Xu Furen's face softened slightly, but in the eyes of outsiders, he still showed displeasure: "If there is something to do, Sun Shaoqing might as well get in touch with that bearded girl on the return journey—the old man heard that she was reluctant to leave when she left. After a few more intensive cultivations, it will still be a good chess piece."

Speaking later, his words were teasing, but his expression did not show the slightest difference, showing his true colors of drama.

But Sun Shaozong said awkwardly: "My lord may have misunderstood, that woman is not reluctant to leave, it's just... it's just that she has some mobility problems."

Xu Furen finally couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, and after a while he shook his head and sighed, then retreated into the carriage rather desolately.

…………

The capital, Jingren Palace.

Concubine Jia Yuanchun stood sideways in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, stroking her slightly protruding belly, her eyes were so soft that they almost dripped honey.

When several Taoist priests clamored that her child must be a prince, Jia Yuanchun felt nervous, for fear that if he failed the emperor's expectations, he would end up in a more miserable end than Concubine Rong.

It wasn't until the imperial physicians consulted a few days ago that they also unanimously concluded that she must be a boy in the womb, and Jia Yuanchun's burden was finally relieved.

Right now, his fingertips are lightly touching his slightly stiff lower abdomen, and a thought flashed in Jia Yuanchun's mind involuntarily:

Will this child be the future emperor?

"Miss."

At this moment.Suddenly there was a sound of holding the piano outside the door: "The servant girl is back."

As if being burned, Jia Yuanchun quickly moved his hand away from his lower abdomen, and then regained his composure before raising his voice, "Come in and talk."

Baoqin came in at the sound, and carefully locked the door, then came closer, and reported under his voice: "I heard from Mr. Xi that I didn't do anything else at court today. I'm talking about "Puting the Law to the Countryside" coming."

When he first arrived at Jingren Palace, Jia Yuanchun was notorious for keeping his ears shut.

But after confirming that she was pregnant with Longzi, she began to change, but she still adhered to the principle of listening more, talking less, and not doing.

As for whether this principle will be exceeded in the future, it is uncertain.

""Puting the Law to the Countryside"?"

Jia Yuanchun raised his eyebrows, and blurted out: "Could it be that what Sun Jia Erlang played last month?"

"That's right, that's what Sun Shaoqing suggested!"

Baoqin nodded again and again, but then he was puzzled: "I heard that this matter has been suppressed for more than a month, and it is not too early or too late, but I chose to discuss it when Sun Shaoqing was not in the capital. I always feel that something is wrong Son."

Jia Yuanchun ignored her this time, just bowed his head and muttered silently.

Choosing to discuss Sun Shaozong's proposal when he was not in the capital was clearly intended to suppress, and he did not want him to lead the renovation of Dali Temple.

Considering Sun Shaozong's close relationship with the crown prince, and now being 'assigned' to a remote place with Xu Furen, such a speculation is quite smooth.

but……

Has His Majesty acted too "vigorously and resolutely" recently?

It's not an exaggeration to say that I'm eager for quick success and instant benefit...

Could it be that……

Jia Yuanchun's heart was clouded with fear. As the most favored concubine in Jingren Palace, she naturally realized that Emperor Guangde's hard work in Jingren Palace for the past two years had already hurt his roots.

Right now, on the one hand, he favors alchemists and pursues the way of immortality; on the other hand, he is so eager for quick success...

Could it be that His Majesty's life is not long? !

Chapter 942 Jianzhou White Lotus

As the place where the Jurchens thrive, Jianzhou City is a model that does not live up to its name.

The low city walls, the cramped layout, and the mixed environment of humans and animals, no matter how you look at it, it is difficult to match its status as the capital of a country.

Especially when it was midwinter and the end of the year was approaching, most of the Jurchens in the city had their cats at home, and the Han Jiaerlang and Koreans were the majority of those who went to and fro on the streets to make a living.

At first glance, this guy in Ge linen shirt and with his hair tied around his right lapel looks like Guannei County.

But every time they meet each other on the left and right, they look at each other's embarrassing situation with no clothes to cover their bodies, no boots to keep out the cold, and tattoos on their faces. The sadness and helplessness are far better than many people in the pass.

Of course, not all the Han people running around in the city are in such distress, and some of them are well-dressed and peaceful.

It's just that everyone avoids this kind of stuff for fear, and after going far away, most of them will shamelessly curse a few words.

This is exactly the kind of treatment Yao Anmin is receiving now.

But unlike those who have long been accustomed to being slaves in clothes, Yao Anmin was very annoyed by this.

If he hadn't been in a hurry to go back to discuss important matters, he might have grabbed a few 'slaves' and raised his casserole-sized fist to make a theory.

Suffocated all the way back to the next place, Yao Anmin's hand was unavoidable, and he smashed the door panel loudly.

I heard clanging and clanging inside, and I don't know how many swords were unsheathed, and then someone stuck behind the door and said: "In the sky, change to the Jade Emperor, and on the ground, change to the King of Hades."

"I have a white lotus in my heart, protect my home!"

Yao Anmin responded angrily, and said again: "It's me, Yao Anmin."

The room was silent for a while, and then slowly opened the door.

Before the door opened, Yao Anmin could not wait to squeeze in, looked around, and found an old man in the middle who bowed and reported: "Vice Hierarch Xue, something serious happened! The two muskets were sent over, and before they had time to say anything, the Jurchens let it out, saying that the Emperor Dog sent envoys to build the prefecture, and it seemed that they wanted to strike and repair it with the Jurchens!"

After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said, "I also heard that the envoy sent by the dog emperor is none other than that dog thief surnamed Sun!"

Hearing this, all the 'heroes' around changed their colors in an uproar.

As the alliance envoys sent by the White Lotus Sect, they have spent more than a month in Jianzhou City, but they have not been able to get a definite answer from the Jurchen.

Originally, it was thought that the Jurchens had doubts about the strength of the White Lotus Sect, so Vice-Master Xue tried every means to bring back two new-style firearms from Shanhaiguan, hoping to use them as proof of the soft power of the White Lotus Sect.

I never thought that two muskets would be exchanged, but this is the news!

Although Deputy Hierarch Xue didn't speak, he couldn't help showing anger. After a long silence, he turned his eyes to the wealthy scribe next to him, his eyes full of inquiry and inquiry.

The scribe looked around for a week first, and waited until the curses of the crowd had subsided a little, then said seriously: "In my opinion, this is an opportunity for us. If we can take this opportunity to get rid of the envoy of the dog emperor, then the imperial court will There is no turning back with the Jurchens..."

"Easy to say!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd said: "That's Sun Shaozong, the master who enters and exits seven times in the sea of ​​corpses and blood! Just a dozen of us, filling it in may not be enough for him to fit between his teeth!"

Although no one around responded, but there was no lack of fear on their faces.

Ever since the deputy leader, Ge Zhen, led an elite team to the capital to look for the reincarnated saint, but was caught by Sun Shaozong, and the whole litter was cleaned up, the White Lotus Sect has listed him as a key focus.

Therefore, regarding Sun Shaozong's mass murder in Wuxi Prefecture, the middle and upper-level backbone of the White Lotus Sect knew more carefully than the imperial court.