When Xiaoying returned to the Governor's Office, she first went to the kitchen to light a fire and boil a pot of water. Then she went to her residence, drew water from the well and brought it to her room. People who believe in Islam are very fond of cleanliness, no matter whether it is cold or hot, and they take baths.
Indispensable, although she is not a Muslim, she is still very diligent in bathing due to her mother's influence.
She was just a maid. No one boiled water for her, so she had to fetch it herself. Fortunately, it was not autumn yet, and although the water drawn from the well was cold, it was not unbearable. There was only one bathtub, which was
She shared it with Zilata and other maids. She first brought water and rinsed the wooden bucket inside and out, then poured the water into it. She brought five buckets of water, and then took the empty bucket to the kitchen and brought hot water to fill it.
Went in, adjusted the water temperature, closed the door and windows and started taking a bath.
He took off his clothes and put them on the clothes hanger, then took off his underwear, and a body as white as snow was revealed. Although the doors and windows were closed, there was only a dim light in the room, but the dim light falling on this enchanting body was like snow.
The clouds are like halo, and the pink light is so beautiful.
The plump and sexy jade breasts, the slender and round waist, the skin is as soft and smooth as mutton fat white jade, and the body is lovely. A pair of strong and slender thighs, straight and straight. When the legs are tightened, the gap between the thighs is small.
You can't even insert a little finger in, the plump round buttocks are pink, the semi-circular arc is slightly upward, the big braid is untied, and a head of smooth black hair is hanging on the high buttocks.
…
She pedaled up, stepped into the tub, and slowly immersed her beautiful body in the water. Her hair suddenly floated up, floating like clouds on the water, covering her delicate body as white as snow.
.
Sakura leaned her head against the edge of the bucket, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh of exhaustion.
Of course her name is not Alatanamuqi, she is Ulantuya, the daughter of Harbala, the Tatar Privy Councilor.
Forced by Wala's aggressive pressure and facing the disastrous defeat on the Eastern Front, Arutai had no choice. Arutai could only advise her that "it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge." She couldn't bear it. She was not a gentleman, she was just a woman.
, so she persuaded Arutai in turn and came up with this idea.
The Huaguna tribe never thought that the Grand Master of their own country would suddenly send troops to annihilate them. The entire tribe, old and young, had been slaughtered. The role she wanted to play was not the daughter of the leader of the tribe, but just a member of the tribe.
She is the daughter of a herdsman, so even if people know something about the ministry, it is normal for them not to know her.
As for her original identity, the captured Tatar generals may recognize her, but will those captured generals stay in the governor's mansion, waiting to see her as the governor's maid? Therefore, the possibility of being discovered is almost
zero.
Xia Xun is the Duke of the Ming Dynasty and the Governor of Liaodong. He is heavily guarded. Who can approach him? Who can approach him when he is completely disarmed? Only women! The only way to assassinate him is women!
This is a tactic that has been used since ancient times, but it has been effective as long as men are obsessed with women.
Arutai knew very well that the key to Ulantuya's plan was to offer his body. A man would only be unsuspecting when he is in love with a woman in bed. He knew better that even if
Even if Ulantuya succeeds, she will not survive. She will be cut into pieces by the guards of the Duke of Ming Dynasty.
However, he finally nodded in agreement. He is a real politician. He is not willing to give up the interests of the east, but he can't fight on both sides. Although he loves Tuya very much, compared with the political benefits he will gain, he will lose more.
This goddaughter is still a good deal.
Wulantuya came and brought some of her most loyal subordinates. Even so, in order to prevent some of them from timidly leaking secrets, she still held their families hostage. She originally thought that as long as she could get close to Xia Xun, she could get him
Just kill him. If possible, it would be better not to sacrifice his body for his enemies to play with. She wanted to go see her lover with her innocent body.
But the first moment she saw Xia Xun, someone happened to assassinate him. Wulan Tuya saw how powerful he was with her own eyes. With his skills, Tuya would never be able to do it unless... she gave him her body and obtained it.
After trusting him, she took advantage of his deep sleep to attack him, but she was unwilling to do so. Her father died in his hands, and her lover also died in his hands, and then she offered her body to him.
..., how embarrassing it is!
Today at Qingyang Castle, when she saw Xia Xun in front of her, his back facing her without warning, and the guards scattered outside, with a steel fork at hand, she suddenly felt moved. Unfortunately,
…
After that, what Xia Xun said deeply touched her. In her imagination, Xia Xun was a cold-blooded and ruthless executioner. She never thought that Xia Xun had such thoughts and stance. From her perspective
From a personal standpoint, she had never felt that there was anything wrong with her tribe, but after listening to Xia Xun's words today and seeing him treating the Tatar herdsmen kindly in the market, Ulantuya couldn't help but feel a little confused.
She didn't know who was right and who was wrong, and she didn't know if Xia Xun, who had wanted to stop the conquest of the Tatars, was assassinated, whether the Ming Dynasty would send a governor with a tougher attitude and cause greater harm to the Tatars. She even vaguely felt that,
If Ming Dynasty can do business with them on an equal and friendly basis and exchange what they need, the price paid may not be higher than risking human lives to rob them. Perhaps this is a good way for the two countries and two races to coexist...
These things were turbulent in her mind. After a long time, the water had cooled down, and she finally came to her senses: What she wanted to do with so many thoughts was not something she should consider at all. Her hatred was just her hatred.
, her father's hatred and her lover's hatred have nothing to do with anyone else. All she wants to do is take revenge.
"Only do what you want to do, what you can do..."
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Ulan Tuya's mouth: "The only thing I want to do, the only thing I can do, is...kill, die, you!"
After taking a shower, she put her long hair on her head, took a bucket out, and poured water along the gutter beside the wall. Ulantuya suddenly heard the voices of two guards talking, "Old Zhao, when are you leaving?"
?”
"Tomorrow morning, the emperor is going to visit Beijing. The ministry has ordered that a group of enemy chiefs be sent to Beijing to hold a prisoner presentation ceremony when the emperor arrives."
"Oh, what's in this box?"
"The head of Harbala, Budang said. It was difficult to preserve the body in such a hot weather. It smelled so bad when we brought it to Beijing. So we cut off the head and flooded it with lime. Then we presented the body. This is the largest one that has been harvested."
Tatar official, this gold head is precious!"
"It turns out to be a human head. Keep it as far away as possible. It's bad luck!"
"Hahaha, you must have a lot of Tatars in your hands. Why are you still afraid of this thing?"
"Go, go, I'm going to gamble, don't let me get into trouble."
"You know nothing. If you see dead people, get promoted and get rich, go ahead. If you win money, remember to treat me to a drink. This is the luck I brought to you..."
The voices of the two people talking gradually faded away. When Ulantuya heard the words "Halbala's head", all the strength in her body seemed to be taken away. She leaned softly against the wall and suddenly
Tears streaming down my face.
Someone suddenly spoke next to her. Ulan Tuya turned around and saw that it was Sanapova. Bova was looking at her with strange eyes. Ulan Tuya stood up quickly and explained: "Oh, I accidentally sprained my foot.
Already." After saying this, she realized that this Russian woman didn't understand Chinese at all, and she couldn't help but laugh to herself.
Sanapova chirped something, shook her head and walked away. Ulantuya also got up and walked back. She clutched the handle of the bucket tightly like the handle of a sharp knife.
The hatred is overwhelming!
She not only wants to kill Xia Xun now! She also wants to destroy Xia Xun's hopes!
Didn't he want to run Liaodong into an iron wall for the Ming Dynasty to trap the Tatar beast? If he could destroy his hopes and then destroy his life, then she would be able to smile even if she died.
In order to achieve this goal, she will do whatever it takes!
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※
The streets of Kaiyuan are crowded with people.
Everyone nearby was attracted, including some merchants who went to the market not far away to buy and sell things.
Amongst the layers of spectators stood a man and a horse, and next to him there was a woman who fell to the ground crying, holding a child with her arms hanging limply in her arms.
The man standing was none other than Tang Wuzhu.
The little beauty in Hu clothes that Tang Wuzhu saw from the entrance of the alley was Ulan Tuya who was sent back to the Governor's Mansion by Xia Xun. When Tang Wuzhu saw her from a distance, he was ecstatic and immediately galloped after her.
The alley was extremely narrow, and Tang Wuzhu's horses were like flying arrows. When he reached the entrance of the alley, he did not slow down and rushed straight out. He did not pay attention to a Jurchen woman who was shopping with her child and passed by. Tang Wuzhu was surprised.
It was too late to rein in the horse in a hurry. The horse was lifted up by him, and its front hooves flew into the air, but its momentum did not stop. It kicked the boy's body, and then trampled him under the horse.
The boy was only five or six years old. He was kicked in the chest by the horse, followed by another heavy blow, and his life was lost. Tang Wuzhu also knew that he was in trouble, so he wanted to run away. How could the woman tolerate him?
He grabbed the horse's rein and forced him off the horse. Seeing this, the passers-by became a little angry and gathered around him, accusing him and arguing for a long time.
Although Tang Wuzhu felt that he was wrong, he was not afraid. When Shen Yong was the capital of Liaodong, he had gone back to his hometown with his father several times. This was a Han people's place, and those barbarians were all cheap. What's the big deal? Of course.
The Han he refers to is a Han who has an official in his family, especially someone with a military background. He didn't mean to kick someone to death. He just needs to pay two bucks, so what else can he do?
So he was being argued over and over again, and everyone was blaming him. The young man was young and energetic, and he couldn't stand it. After hearing the news, the police patrolling the streets arrived and wanted to take him back to the Yamen for punishment.
, Tang Wuzhu couldn't help but became furious. He pointed his riding crop at the officer and said arrogantly: "Catch me? Try it! Do you know who the young master is? My father is Tang Jie!"
The guard rolled his eyes and said, "Tang Jie? Who is Tang Jie?"
Tang Wuzhu said in an arrogant manner: "How dare you call my father by his first and last name? My father is the Grand Governor of the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion in Beijing!"
Tang Wuzhu said arrogantly: "Who are you? I only know that there are guards in Kaiyuan, thousands of households, and soldiers and roads. When will a judicial department pop up?"
He grabbed the collar of a police officer in front of him, shook the uniform that was different from that of the Ming Dynasty patrol officers, and said with a smile: "Just you? You can get two wages, sweep the streets, and check the doors. You are also worthy of enforcing the law."
?Hmph! The young master’s home is in Heng’er Hutong, the second home from the count. If anyone is dissatisfied, go argue with my father! Go away!” He said and pushed through the crowd to go out.
At this time, a man hurriedly squeezed in from the crowd. He was the father of the child who was kicked to death by the horse. When he saw that his son had died tragically on the spot, the wife cried so hard that she could hear the accusations and comments from others.
, knowing that the young man holding the horse was the murderer, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He rushed up and grabbed Tang Wuzhu's chest, and cursed: "You beast, how can you ride a horse in the city when you are so good? Give me back my child, how can you still do it?"
My child’s life is at stake!”
As he spoke, he raised his hand and received a loud slap. Tang Wuzhu was stunned by the slap. After being stunned for a moment, his face suddenly swelled like chicken blood: "Fuck, you dare to hit me? My dad even said
You haven’t laid a finger on me! How dare you hit me?!”
Tang Wuzhu let go of the horse's reins, grabbed the man's wrist, exhaled, said "Hi", and punched him hard in the heart.
Tang Jie followed Qiu Fu on the battlefield and made many military exploits. He also had superb martial arts. He practiced "Pao Chui", a very powerful and domineering boxing technique. He only had one son, so he loved him since he was a child, but
When it comes to martial arts, he does not indulge in it. He has been strictly supervised since he was a child. Tang Wuzhu has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his boxing and kicking skills are extremely solid.
This cannon punches out like a heavy hammer and spits out force like thunder, especially this one. If he opens his chest and allows him to punch hard, even a much more skilled practitioner than him may not be able to withstand it.
He deserves this punch.
Today, Tang Wuzhu didn't know if it was because of his bad luck. If it weren't for his luck, it wouldn't be so easy for someone to kick someone to death, so he just asked him to be kicked to death. At this time, he was slapped, and he was so embarrassed and angry.
He punched hard and punched out, feeling a little regretful. It was too late to withdraw his hand temporarily, so he could only withstand about 20% of his strength. As a result, the punch made a "pop" sound and actually broke one of the man's ribs. The broken ribs
The heart was broken again.
The man screamed "Uh-huh" twice, and blood spurted out from his nostrils and mouth. His eyes were straight, and he saw that he would not survive. The people who were watching around immediately burst into an uproar, and they just kicked the man to death recklessly.
That was all, now he was showing off his lustful power and beating the victim to death! The onlookers immediately started making noises. Most of the men in Liaodong were bold and bold, and many people were so indignant that they geared up to arrest the victim.
When Tang Wuzhu saw that the son of this family couldn't help but beat him, and so did his father. The disaster was getting bigger and bigger, so he immediately wanted to run away. The patrol inspector of the Judicial Department saw that he beat the victim to death in front of him, how could he respond?
If he dared to let him go, he would surround him with a "hoo!", shake off the chains, and shout: "Follow me to the yamen to get a lawsuit. If you dare to resist arrest, your crime will be increased!"
Tang Wu Zhumao was worried, and he pulled out his saber with a cry, and said sternly: "Get away, everyone! Who dares to stop me! Get away! Get away..."
Before he finished shouting, a figure suddenly flashed out of the diagonal stab. The sword was sharp and the sun was cold. The sword was as fast as lightning. Tang Wuzhu was looking around, making false threats. He did not expect that someone would attack him without hesitation. He pulled out the knife, and with a clang of the knife in his hand, he was knocked to the ground. Then a big foot kicked him on the waist, knocking him to the ground.
Tang Wuzhu was distracted by this kick. The knife-wielding man quickly caught up and stepped on his back. He looked around and asked loudly: "Who is this kid? What crime has he committed? Dare you resist arrest on the street?"
The person coming is none other than Ding Yu!
p: Today is my birthday. I was born at three or four o'clock in the morning. It's early in the morning. I'm a rat. It's a good time to move around and look for food. Hey, the auspicious time has come. Please give me a message!