One night at the end of November, there was a whistling sound of wind outside the house. In the early morning, everyone found that the front of the door was covered with snow, and the capital had entered the world of ice and snow.

Under the initiative of Xu Jie and the promotion of the Shanxi Gang, Altan's envoy came from Shaanxi to the capital and was arranged to live in Huitong Hall as usual.

This time, the Altan mission was only a few dozen, but they were all strong and young men. The most special one was Altan's grandson, Jahannaji.

But I don’t know whether it was because Khan Naji was not pleased by Altan or because Khan Naji was too respected by Altan, but this young man became one of the members of the mission.

Regarding the arrival of this Altan mission, two completely different voices appeared in the court.

Some officials believed that this was a weak political manifestation of the Ming Dynasty, so they were not welcomed by this envoy, and they repeatedly proposed to send them back to the desert immediately.

Some officials thought this was a harbinger of the rise of the Ming Dynasty, but adopted an extremely friendly attitude. At the same time, they suggested that the court hold a peace talks with the Altan delegation as soon as possible.

That's why the court seemed to be undercurrents, and the pro-war faction led by Lin Junran and the pro-peace faction led by Xu Jie are creating a new battle.

The heavy snow was clear, and the sky looked particularly clear this morning.

Huitong Hall is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites and is located in the north of Yuhe Bridge West Street, Mixiang, Dongjiang.

Altan's delegation has been in the capital for several days, but due to the obstacles of the pro-war faction, the two sides have been slow to hold peace talks.

Although the current Minister of Rites is Zhang Juzheng, Xu Jie's disciple, there are many pro-war factions within the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Rites has the mark of Lin Weiran.

He Bin was responsible for receiving foreign guests in the Huitong Hall, and also silently interfered with it, so that the tributes brought by the delegation have not been successfully delivered to the palace.

Brahn Naji is a strong young man with a straightforward and reckless character of the Mongols. Now he seems very bored to stay in the Huitong Hall, but he found Kunduliha, the leader of the mission, and said: "What happened to the Ming court."

?They have been leaving us alone for several days. When will the peace talks be held?"

"The jade-faced fox is opposed to this matter. There is a lot of resistance to the peace talks now. Let's wait a little longer!" Kunduliha was drinking goat milk wine crossed, and she looked very calm and authentic.

After a small defeat in the northern gate of Tongzhou, a crushing defeat in the Battle of Manzhutan and a major defeat in the Battle of Shanxi, many Mongolian tribes also appreciated Lin Yuran's ability, so they gave Lin Yuran a nickname: Jade-faced Fox.

He immediately frowned Khan Naji's brow and said angrily: "We have such favors to the Han people this time. They should be happy that they are too late. Why are they so ignorant of admiration?"

In his opinion, the conditions this time were not too much, and it was a very generous gift. Those Ming Dynasty officials who were greedy for life and fear of death should come and talk to them happily.

It was more than this judgment that he was pestering to follow Kunduliha to come to the Ming Dynasty, so as to see how these Ming officials were grateful to them.

"If there were no jade-faced foxes, the Ming Dynasty would have been like this. They would have had a happy talk with us. However, the jade-faced foxes are indeed rare military geniuses. Now we are troubled by the towns in Jiubian, and we must be careful and always beware of them.

The Ming army soldiers came out of the way to grab our sheep whip. The situation was different from that year!" Kunduliha took a sip of sheep milk wine and said with a bitter face.

If it weren't for Lin Junran's sudden appearance, if it weren't for the current Nine-side soldiers becoming increasingly difficult to deal with, they would definitely not have been bewitched by the Shanxi Gang to come to discuss.

However, the strength of the border troops of the Ming Dynasty is obviously getting stronger and stronger, while their supplies are becoming increasingly scarce. Therefore, they also need a peace talk and even more need the continuous support of the Ming Dynasty.

Khan Naji knew this was the truth, and he clenched his fists hatefully and said, "If I have the chance this time, I will meet the jade-faced fox for a while, but I wonder if he really has three heads and six arms,

The Jin Kingdom is so proactive about peace talks with the Ming Dynasty, which really wiped out the reputation of our Golden Family!”

"Haha... you don't have to be so discouraged. Our Golden Family's reputation has not been damaged! The reason why the king wants to negotiate this time is actually because he has other plans. Just look at it with peace of mind!" Kunduli looked up at him.

He glanced at Khan Naji, but he revealed his authentic tone.

He asked Khan Naji, his eyes looked sharp and bright, "Is it because our peace talks are false, are we going to take the opportunity to dominate the Central Plains?"

"Don't say this nonsense, we... just look at it!" Kunduliha stopped the wine bowl delivered to his mouth, and seemed to correct it seriously.

Khan Naji knew that he could not get to the most core secret, but he walked outside and waved: "Okay, okay, I won't ask, I won't have a peace talk today anyway, I'm going to go outside."

Once you leave!"

"Are you going out?" Kunduliha hurriedly put down the wine bowl and asked with caution.

But Khan Naji had already made up his mind, but said without looking back: "When I was on the grassland, everyone said that the capital of the Ming Dynasty was boundless. I will take a look at it today!"

Kunduliha looked at the Hannaji walking towards the gate, but in the end he did not stop him.

He was not too worried about the safety of Khannaji. After all, the pedantic Ming Dynasty believed that the two armies would not kill each other in battle, and he did not believe that the Ming people, who had always been weak, would dare to take the initiative to attack them.

The Drum Tower in the north of the city looks very lively.

Since Lin Weiran became the prefect of Shuntian, several large lantern festivals have been held here every year.

This move not only brought huge traffic and business opportunities to Gulou, but also greatly increased the popularity of Gulou and laid the foundation for the position of the central business circle of the capital.

However, whether it is a local Beijinger or a foreigner who has just settled in the capital, if he wants to buy big items, he will think of the Drum Tower at the same time.

The most important thing is that the lantern festival in Gulou has been cleverly combined with product promotions, and many people who are greedy for cheap will wait for the next lantern festival to be held.

With December approaching, the business atmosphere here becomes increasingly strong. Many businesses have prepared stocks and preheated the upcoming "Ordinary Headlight Festival", and some discount notices even posted to the door early.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. A fan worth ten cents is a must-have for literati!"

"Come and take a look, come and take a look, the ancestral Jinchuang medicine, the guarantee is the medicine to relieve pain!"

"I'm lucky enough to meet you! This is the latest hoe in Lingnan, and everyone who has used it said it's good!"

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Along the street, many vendors were hawking their own goods. As they continued to reach transactions with customers on the street, their hawking sounds became even more intense.

It was at this moment that a young Mongolian man got off the carriage and came to this bustling street. Just like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden, this young Mongolian man was full of curiosity about everything.

"Young Master, please come here!" The guide was a White Lotus Sect in the mission. He was still familiar with the capital, but he brought Khan Naji to the Gulou area.

"It's really worthy of its reputation!" Looking at the bustling streets and surrounding buildings, Kawahara couldn't believe his eyes. There was such a magical place in the world, and he was unwilling to express his feelings.

When he was born, the Ming Dynasty and the Northern Yuan had broken off diplomatic relations, so he never had the opportunity to set foot in the capital. Although he learned about the Ming Dynasty from many old people, watching the streets of the Ming Dynasty with his own eyes was like a dream

Medium-general.

The buildings along the way were already surprised enough, but looking at the scene like the picture on the Qingming River, I finally learned the prosperity of the Ming capital.

Although they built a new Dabancheng, it was simply a gap between Xiaohu and Wangyang. The two were not on the same level, let alone the dazzling array of goods here.

When they walked into a shop called Zhujiang Zhubiao, they not only saw the extremely exquisite decoration of the store, but also saw that the exquisite object could move by themselves, but they asked the guide: "What's this to do?

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The guide was also confused, but he had never been exposed to such a magical thing.

Seeing this, the enthusiastic clerk next to him took the initiative to introduce: "This is our third generation of Zhujiang pocket watch. As long as you carry it with you, you can know the time of the day at any time!"

"It's so magical, this is not a lie, right?" When Cha Naji heard this explanation, he said suspiciously.

The clerk seemed to be accustomed to this kind of doubt. He suddenly moved his heart slightly, pointed outside and asked seriously: "Guess what time is now?"

"It's worth guessing. Just now the sun shines with the smallest shadows, and it's just midday!" The guide was a smart man and immediately said without regard.

I made such a judgment against Shi Chen, and nodded seriously, approving the guide's judgment.

The clerk smiled slightly and led them to a wall clock wall, but pointed to the wall clock on the wall: "Our Pearl River clocks can accurately predict the time, as you can see, and it is now twelve o'clock noon, and we not only

Pointing to the hour of noon, the clock will ring twelve times to indicate the prompt.”

As soon as the words were finished, time just came to twelve o'clock. The wall clocks were like appointments, but they were making noises that were rare in this era.

When Khan Naji looked at such a magical clock, he was so stupid that he couldn't believe his ears. He just heard the price, but he left unhappily.

Things are good things, not to mention that he didn't bring enough money at all. If he wanted to exchange his own flock of sheep, he would probably have to be careful.

After coming out of Dian Town, Khan Naji was about to continue walking forward, but was blocked by a young man with a stingy look.

The young man with a stingy look on the sleeve of Hannaji, and said mysteriously: "Officials, are you from Duoyanwei? I have a good thing here, I wonder if I am interested in taking a look inside?

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"You are looking for a beating, right? You dare to block my son's way?" Seeing this, the two guards acted as if they were about to take action.

But Jack Khan Naji became interested and asked, "What do you have? Why do you have to be mysterious? Can't you trade here, do you have to go into the alley?"

"Yes...it's a firearm!" The young man with sting eyes looked at no one around and then carefully revealed.

Brahn Naji finally understood why this person was so mysterious, and immediately asked seriously: "What kind of firearm has a flintlock rifle?"

"You will know when you come in!" The young man with a stingy look of his eyes handed him a confident look, and then pointed to the alley over there.

"Okay!" Han Naji had already heard of such a magical thing, but now he had the opportunity to get it, so he naturally would not miss such a good opportunity.

After the young man with a stingy look on his face again, he led his people into the alley.

Han Naji followed him into the alley, but when he was about to see his flintlock rifle, his eyes suddenly turned dark. But I don’t know who he put his head on, and sticks attacked from different places

Come, let him only protect his vital points.

The Ministry of War, the official hall signing room.

Lin Weiran, wearing first-rate official uniform, was sitting at the desk handling affairs of the Ministry of War.

Originally, he hoped that the Ming Dynasty could snatch horses and enhance the Ming Dynasty's military strength, and then completely resolve the Ming Dynasty's northern troubles, and lay a more firm foundation for maritime hegemony.

However, this is undoubtedly his wishful thinking, but it is inconsistent with the political and political concepts of many officials of this era, or even completely opposite.

The most important contradiction is that the conservatives who took Xu Jie as the old believe that the current dynasty is very good. As long as the overall situation is stable, it is not a big deal to starve a group of refugees to death every year and a few traitors like Wei Yinbao.

It is not a problem to increase the burden a little more than in previous years, but they can have food and clothing, secure their wives and children, and even save a strong family business for their descendants.

Although I have been familiar with the books of sages since I was a child, I always keep patriotism in my mouth, but when I really want to do things, I often put my personal interests first.

"Uncle Nineteen, it's not good!" Lin Fu hurried in from outside to report.

Lin Weiran had already collapsed in front of Mount Tai without changing his color, but continued to write: "What's the matter?"

"Often my aunt led someone to beat Altan's grandson on the Gulou, but was intercepted by Dali Temple Minister Zou Yinglong personally!" Lin Fu immediately reported with a serious expression.

Lin Weiran frowned, but asked, "What about normal?"

"She followed Zou Yinglong back to Dali Temple, and now the Dali Temple is coming from the message, just to let you go!" Lin Fu responded honestly, and then passed the message seriously.

Lin Weiran put down the brush in his hand and ordered with disdain: "This dog treats himself as a dish! I'll go and meet him!"
Chapter completed!