Early in the morning, Daruhuachi, who was in charge of Bozhou, that is, the town guard Eridunbari, was so noisy by his son China that he had a headache.
Neither father nor son can speak Chinese, and they speak Mongolian very quickly.
"I must snatch Sister Zhang away. They said I killed her fiancé. I didn't, but you can just pretend that I killed her. I want to snatch her to be my mother-in-law! Abu, I want her to be my mother-in-law!"
Chi Na was only seventeen years old. He was tall and thick and looked like a strong man.
The hair on the top of his head was shaved off, leaving only a little bit in front of his forehead, and a braid on the left and right.
This hairstyle is famous as "small round forehead", which is one of the various hairstyles in Mongolia. Because there are many insects such as lice on the grassland, many nomadic people have the tradition of shaving their heads...
"Abu, did you hear that?! I want to steal Sister Zhang to be my mother-in-law!"
Erridunbari said: "What are you shouting about? It's not like you don't have women, so many women are not enough?"
"Sister Zhang is the most beautiful in the city! She has the highest status! I want to take her to be my mother-in-law!"
"Have I told you, it's not that you can't grab it, but you have to wait for a while."
Chi Na said: "I don't care! Her husband's family has been killed! If I don't rob him, someone else will rob him!"
"No one will rob her from you." Eridunbari said, "Speak softly. We are not on the grassland. This is in the house. Speak carefully so that I can hear you. I am not deaf yet."
After saying that, he gave his son a slap in the face, and Eridunbari continued: "Have I ever told you, Zhang Rou is a member of Kublai Khan. If you offend Zhang Rou now, you will offend Kublai Khan. Wait a moment."
"What are you waiting for?" China whispered a little.
"Listen to me, there are already many people in the Khan's court who are dissatisfied with Kublai Khan, and the Khan is becoming more and more suspicious of him. He will soon send people south to track down Kublai Khan's followers. A prince like Zhang Rou
There is no way to escape. When the time comes, we will go and snatch his daughter away, do you understand?"
"don't know!"
"Kublai Khan reused Han nobles and scholar-bureaucrats, and he has..."
"I don't want to hear this! I'm going to rob Sister Zhang!"
Eredunbari finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped his son hard again.
"Just wait when I tell you to wait! Also, listen carefully when I tell you these things! If you are a woman who works all day long, you are useless, I will beat you to death!"
"Hit!" Chi Na yelled: "The tiger Eridunbari, you are an old tiger! You can't beat the young wolf! If you dare to beat me, I will beat you down!"
"Get out! Get out!"
…
Chi Na slammed the door angrily and walked out.
He also has a garden in the city, where he keeps many beauties.
Today he planned to go hunting outside the city first. If there was any prey, he would hunt down a few Han Chinese for fun. After he returned to the city, he would go to the garden to play.
As for robbing Sister Zhang, it will definitely not take as long as Kublai Khan is finished. As long as Abu becomes too annoyed after a while, Abu will have no choice but to agree, and he will just go and rob her.
China mounted his horse and led his followers to gallop through the long street.
In the alley not far away, Li Xia and Lin Zi came out.
"That person is China, the son of Daruhuachi."
Lin Zidao: "It doesn't look like it. He looks like he is forty years old, right?"
"It's China, I heard his entourage shouting."
"What do you want?"
"If you ask me," Li Xia said, "I want to kill Daru Huachi in Bozhou City."
"Stop joking." Lin Zi whispered: "Look at how heavily guarded this place is, it's completely impossible."
"So, it's not about what I want to do, but how I can do it. This is the difference between superstitious assassination and practical assassination."
"I don't know what you mean, what should we do?"
"Follow China first."
Looking at the stalls trampled by horses along the long street, Li Xia followed to the north city gate and lost track of Chi Na.
Li Xiahun didn't care and asked Lin Zi to squat near the city gate while he strolled around the bookstore as if he was really a scholar.
Lin Zi was also helpless and couldn't figure out why Li Xia suddenly focused on Chi Na. What does this have to do with business?
Most of a day later, Li Xia came back with two books and asked, "Has Chi Na entered the city?"
"No, what book did you buy?"
"Collected Works of Lingchuan, Collected Poems of Zhongchou, Poems and Essays of Hao Bochang and Zhang Jiulang."
Lin Zi snorted coldly and cursed: "Worry about the book published by the traitor will make you blind."
While talking, the sound of horse hooves came, but it was Chi and his group returning from hunting...
Li Xia looked from a distance and saw only seven Mongolians and six Hans in the team. There was blood on the swords, but no prey was found.
There is also a Mongolian man with a longevity lock on his neck.
When they went out, Li Xia had noticed this person, but he didn't have this thing around his neck at that time.
"Follow me..."
The other party was on horseback, while Li Xia was on foot. Along the way, he followed Chi Na by looking at which stalls had been vandalized.
When I turned into Sanyi Street, I suddenly heard crying from in front of me.
It was a woman's cry, heartbreaking.
Mongolian shouts and wild laughter also followed, and then someone shouted in Chinese: "Why are you crying? Follow the noble man, and you will be blessed in the future..."
Li Xia walked forward, looked around, and saw that the person speaking Chinese was a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe next to Chi Na, who should be his interpreter.
There was a noodle stall in front that had been smashed into disgrace. The stall owner's body was still on the ground. He had been stabbed an unknown number of times and there was blood all over the floor.
A woman was tied up and thrown on a horse, crying loudly. She must be the stall owner's wife.
Li Xia walked a little further and listened to the Mongolian conversations, but he could barely make out the general outline.
China seemed to be saying that he did not like this woman, so he rewarded his subordinates with a Mongolian man named Galu.
Garu laughed heartily and thanked China for the reward.
The group of people just talked and laughed, and drove the woman away, in an understatement.
They entered the inner city and at the entrance of a certain alley, Galu thanked China loudly again for the reward, saying that he would go home first and put the woman down, and then come to protect China.
Li Xia followed from a distance, turned to Lin Zi and said: "You follow Chi Na, I will follow him..."
This is the residence of wealthy people in the city. Occasionally, you can see patrols passing by. Li Xia did not dare to get too close to Galu. Finally, he saw Galu entering a house with a woman from a distance. After a while,
Will lead the horse out.
Li Xia noted this location and continued to follow Galu to a large mansion occupying a vast area. He saw more guards in front of him.
This should be China's other courtyard.
After a while, Lin Zi poked his head out from another alley, and the two reunited and left here temporarily.
"Did the interpreter just come in?" Li Xia asked.
"No." Lin Zi said, "When Chi Na got here, he drove him away."
"Do you know where the interpreter lives?"
"have no idea."
"Okay." Li Xia said, "Then he is lucky and survives tonight. Let's kill Galu first tonight."
"What did you say?"
Lin Zi was stunned and whispered: "Today's incident happens every day in the north. It's useless for you to complain. Can you take care of it?"
"It's not just because of this, but we really need to kill him."
"Are you crazy?"
"No." Li Xia said: "I didn't choose to kill that 'Fan Experience' because he was prepared. I chose Galu very rationally. He definitely didn't expect that he would become my target."
"We are here to get information, not to be killers..."
"I'm just trying to solve the problem. I have too few chips, so I can only do this."
Li Xia spoke calmly, still holding the book in his hand with a gentle manner. If someone looked at it from a distance, they would probably think that this was a scholar from an aristocratic family talking about poetry and poetry with a young boy.
"If killing one person doesn't solve the problem, then kill a few more until the problem can be solved..."