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Qin Mu took one of the crab legs that Da Yu'er had peeled, dipped it in kumquat and ginger juice, put it in his mouth and chewed it gently. While enjoying the delicious crab fragrance, he said, "You are from Horqin, and She was once the Queen Mother of the Qing Dynasty, so she should have a good understanding of various Mongolian tribes. I want to talk to you about this today. "
The setting sun outside the palace has set, and the light has dimmed. Only a light ocher and light green is left in the majestic palace pavilions. Many five-beaded red palace lanterns are lit in the palace. The soft light is very comfortable for the eyes. It is not like those in later generations. The glare of the glowing lights.
Not far away, a cloisonné three-legged elephant-trunk incense burner wafted with a faint scent of incense.
When Da Yu'er lowered her head, the flowers on the Dara wings on her head swayed gently. Qin Mu wanted to talk to her about Mongolia. She felt happy and felt that at least it was an opportunity to get close to Qin Mu again. Inadvertently revealing a touching charm.
"Mongolia is divided into Monan Mongolia, Mobei Mongolia, and Mobei Mongolia. Which one does King Qin want to hear?"
"Let's talk about it. Let's treat it like a chat. You can talk about the historical entanglements, religious beliefs, living habits, and personality characteristics of each department. In short, the more detailed the better."
"Yes, King Qin." Da Yu'er is not an ignorant girl. She has experienced the court struggles of the Qing Dynasty. She can naturally guess Qin Mu's intention of talking to her about these things. Her own value may be reflected from it. She is happy in her heart. The stronger the meaning, the more seductive the charm naturally exuded from the body becomes.
"King Qin, let me tell you one by one. There are 16 tribes in Mongolia south of the Garbai Hanhai, including our Horqin, Bahrain, Sutni, Jarut, Ongniut, and Tumut tribes. Etc. Among them, the Tumut tribe accepted the title of King Shunyi from the Ming Dynasty.
When Lin Dan Khan commanded the Monan tribes, the Tumut tribe split due to fierce internal disputes. Some of them stayed in the Fengzhoutan area outside the Datong border wall, and some moved east to the Liaodong area, so they were called East and West Tumut.
After arriving, he was stationed in Wenbu Chuhu'er of the Dongtumote tribe in the Mantao area. The Shanba people of Heuliangha surrendered to the Jurchens because they were afraid of Lin Dan Khan's power. "
When Da Yu'er said this, he glanced at Qin Mu quickly. Qin Mu held the wine and smiled slightly: "The Qing Dynasty will be the Qing Dynasty. It's okay. Let's continue."
"Yes, King Qin, in the sixth year of Tiancong's reign, the Jurchens mobilized the Eight Banners soldiers and the Dongtumute tribe, the Wulat tribe, and the Maoming'an tribe to conquer the Lindan Khan tribe and the Xitumut tribe outside the border wall of Xuanhua and Datong. Two battles They all won. The Western Tumut Tribe also surrendered to the Jurchens, but due to the existing enmity between the Western Tumut Tribe and the Eastern Tumut Tribe, it was difficult to resolve, and internal fighting continued over the years... "
Under the palace lantern, Dayu'er told the situation of various Mongolian tribes one by one. She spoke in great detail, and also mentioned some unknown secrets of each tribe;
Qin Mu suddenly realized the value of this woman. It's not just about letting yourself vent your manly passion on the "Mother Queen Mother".
The details and secrets she talked about about the various Mongolian tribes were not so comprehensive even if they spent a lot of manpower and material resources to collect them systematically all night long.
An update has passed. Da Yu'er just finished talking about the situation in Monan Mongolia.
The dinner had already been taken away and replaced with Ming tea. The two of them drank and chatted, of course. Mainly Da Yu'er was talking, Qin Mu occasionally interrupted to ask a few questions.
Qin Mu felt a little sleepy after sitting, and returned to the back hall with Dayu'er in his arms. Lie down on the big red sandalwood bed with carved dragons and phoenixes, and listen to her continue chatting about northern Mongolia.
"After the 15th generation of Emperor Taizu of the Yuan Dynasty, Sun Dayan Khan Batu Mengke unified eastern Mongolia, he merged the originally separate large and small territories of Monan and Mobei into 60,000 households, divided into left and right wings, with a total of twelve tribes.
The five inner tribes lived east of the Khalkha River, and Batu Mengke granted the title to his fifth son Arthuborot; the seven outer tribes lived to the west of the river, and granted the title to his youngest son Gelsenza and Zalai Erhun.
After the death of Batu Mengke, the five inner tribes gradually moved south and became the Monan Mongolia; the seven outer tribes stayed in their hometown in Mobei and were still called Khalkha Mongolia, so Mobei Mongolia was also called Khalkha Mongolia.
There are now three major leaders in Mobei Mongolia, namely Tuxie Tuhan Gunbu, Zasak Tuhan Norbu, and Chechen Khan Shuolei;
In the third year of Chongde, the three tribes in Mobei sent envoys to Shengjing to pay tribute. From then on, each year they paid tribute to one white camel and eight white horses, which was called the "Nine White Tributes".
Among the three Khalkha tribes, the territory of the Tushetu Khan tribe is bounded by the Chechen Khan tribe in the east, Suiyuan and Chahar in the south, Sanyinnuoyan tribe in the west, and Tangnu Ulianghai in the northwest. It is stronger than the Chechen Khan and Zha Khan. Saktuhan is slightly stronger.
Over the years, the three tribes have been in constant conflict over the pasture. In an arrow contest between the three tribes the year before last, Chahu Dorji, the son of Tuxie Tuhan Gunbu, shot and wounded Sara, the son of Zasak Tuhan Norbu, with an arrow. Salah's life was lost, which triggered a large-scale conflict between the Tushe Tuhan tribe and the Zasak Tuhan tribe, with more than 2,000 casualties on both sides..."
Da Yu'er explained in detail while massaging Qin Mu. Her whole body was still a little soft, and her hands were weak, but it was more like stroking.
A jade plate hung high in the night sky outside the hall, and the moon was like frost on the ground. The evening wind blew by, and the copper bells under the eaves made a tinkling sound. In the distance, the sound of two drums came.
Qin Mu leaned on the Qiuxiang plain brocade pillow and said casually: "It's the second update, are you tired?"
"It's okay, I'm not tired, slave."
"Haha, let's drink some tea first to quench our thirst."
With Da Yuer's delicate mind, he naturally knew that saying too much at once would be too tiring even if Qin Mu could remember it. And these are where her value lies at present, and she doesn't want to tell everything all at once.
"Thank you, King Qin." She owed her a blessing and walked to the nanmu table inlaid with mother-of-pearl cloud legs and fine teeth in front of the bed. She spread out two plum blossom Linghan pastel tea cups made inside, brewed two cups of tea, and brought one cup to Qin Mu, then have a drink by yourself.
The new tea before Ming Dynasty leaves a fragrance on your lips and teeth.
After drinking tea to quench his thirst, Da Yu'er said softly: "King Qin must be sleepy too. You'd better take off your coat first so that I can help you rub your bones."
Qin Mu raised his eyes and looked at her without any objection, so Dayu'er came up to help him take off his coat.
She was secretly happy in her heart, with little ripples of light in her eyes, and her delicate white skin glowed with a faint pink under the lamp. She was slightly seductive but not charming, and she had a charming charm.
The plump breasts and plump hips under the flag are easily reminiscent of the wide grassland.
Dayuer knows very well that beauty alone cannot make a man stay in love for a long time. But without some passion, it is difficult to melt the gap in a man's heart, and it is difficult to truly get close to a man's heart.
She also untied Qin Mu's white undershirt. She started from his chest and slowly stroked her hands downwards. When she reached his thighs, she squeezed with a little more force and pretended to touch his vital parts unintentionally. ;
Although she had just had sex at dusk and her body was still a little soft, if she could not satisfy Qin Mu again, she knew that she would not be able to stay with Qianqing Palace tonight, and her efforts tonight would be greatly compromised. .
Qin Mu suddenly said: "You want to ask me for something, don't you?"
"No... no." Da Yu'er's movements stagnated, and then quickly returned to normal.
"It's uncomfortable to press through clothes."
Da Yu'er glanced at him leisurely, lowered her head and helped him take off all his clothes, and then gently stroked his whole body.
Qin Mu half-closed his eyes and said casually: "I heard you talk about so many things on the Mongolian grassland, which are all disputes. I'm really tired. You can sing pastoral songs. Sing one to relieve your boredom. Let's Then let’s talk about Mongolia.”
Da Yu'er didn't expect that Qin Mu would suddenly make such a request. This was the Qianqing Palace, and a man and a woman were lying alone on the bed. It seemed a bit out of place to sing pastoral songs in such an occasion.
Da Yuer's voice had the rich and high-pitched qualities of a Mongolian woman. Qin Mu could hear her singing and humming beside the swing pavilion at dusk.
No matter what, since Qin Mu made the request, Da Yu'er naturally couldn't refuse. She thought about it and started singing:
My black horse that is beautiful and good at running!
Tied to the elm car outside the door;
My kind-hearted sister,
Married to a distant place outside the mountains.
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The lyrics sung by Da Yu'er are simple, but the voice is deep, melodious and soul-stirring. All of a sudden, people feel as if they are on the vast and shocking grassland, seeing the green spring grass under the Daqing Mountain, the burning summer wind, the brilliant Autumn and long winter snow; there are also the cows and sheep on the slopes, the milking girls, the sound of the matouqin in the wind and the blazing cow dung fire;
This kind of rough and heavy singing is completely different from Jiangnan's melodious singing. The simple lyrics and music express a lingering, bitter and hopeless love story.
It's just that this kind of grassland pastoral song, echoing in the Qianqing Palace in the Forbidden City in Beijing during the second watch, is really... It can't be said.
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