Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Building a Grave

The forehead also jumped to Sun Zha Qin Guanggun and cursed: "It's all your bad idea to attack Wengkeluo City..." He ordered someone to tie up Sun Zha and Qin Guanggun, and said to him harshly: "If something happens to Nurhachi, I will kill you!" Shuerhaqi punched and kicked Sun Zha Qin Guanggun involuntarily, and his face and body were red, blue, and purple in a few hits. Qi and the others pulled away, so they didn't beat Sun Zha and Qin Guang to death; An Fei Yanggu, who had always been the most stable, silent, and calm among them, also showed the most anxious and worried expression in his life. Tears almost flickered in the eyes that fixed on Nurhachi...

Twelve hours had passed, and the wound on Nurha's red neck could not completely stop the bleeding; even though he was wrapped in an inch-thick gold wound medicine, blood still seeped out from the bandage, and the pillow was stained red; He was in a coma. During the twelve hours, he woke up four times. Each time, he just opened his eyes slightly and asked for water with a weak voice. After drinking the water, he fell into a coma again; in a coma , his breathing and snorting were very weak, his pulse was slow, and his heartbeat was not as solid and powerful as usual. It was the first time for E Yidu, An Feiyanggu and others to face such a serious injury and dying situation. Firstly, they had no experience, and secondly, the target was their leader, so they were doubly panicked and apprehensive, but they didn't know What should I do? Apart from waiting every step of the way, I can only wait helplessly, waiting for Nurhachi's tenacious life to recover automatically under their simple and primitive rescue with golden wound medicine.

But Nurhachi's remaining consciousness is only a blur, and his eyes are full of whiteness, like clouds and snow, floating leisurely; there is no pain in his consciousness, but he feels that his body is like cotton wool Generally floating in the clouds, floating in the snow, swimming aimlessly, wanting to float to the end of the sky with the wind... However, there was a voice in his heart calling him: "You are the son of heaven, you were born to bring peace to Anbang! Your mission has not been completed, you cannot escape..." This voice whirled and agitated in his heart over and over again, and the volume became louder and louder, until it roared in his ears like thunder, making him unconsciously utter a low voice in a dazed state of confusion. Whispering, as if in response, he said: "I am the son of heaven——I was born to bring order to Anbang..."

But at the same time that he was struggling on the verge of life and death in great danger, Emperor Wanli, who was far away in Beijing, was beginning to build a tomb for himself. It turned out that a long summer and autumn continued, and except for an order to send Zhang Juzheng's family members to the border, he hardly dealt with any major political affairs - he always believed that the current Ming Dynasty was in the midst of a crisis. In the prosperous age of "the country is peaceful and the people are safe, the world is peaceful", the universe is peaceful and peaceful, so as the emperor himself, he has no politics and nothing to do. It is a great time to enjoy life.

Therefore, he spends most of his time and energy on sharing the good time with his beloved Concubine Zheng De and enjoying the joy of life; those who drink wine and enjoy flowers, play birds and watch clouds, live a beautiful and romantic life. The group of girl music from Concubine Zheng De's mother's family would be announced to the palace every once in a while, singing various folk legends that are currently popular among the people. The beautiful rhetoric and melodious tunes often made Emperor Wanli mesmerized and unable to stop. On this day, it was female singers who came into the palace. After singing for three days in a row, Emperor Wanli was afraid that the Empress Dowager would have some criticisms about the "three days in a row", so he had to order them to go out of the palace and return to Zheng's residence. On the first day; when he woke up in the morning, he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart, and then he felt a sense of boredom, as if the dense gongs and drums that lingered in his ears suddenly disappeared , replaced by 100% silence, so quiet that his heart was empty and panicked, very uncomfortable.

Therefore, he didn't even want to go to court in the morning, and ordered the eunuch to go out to spread the word, saying that he was unwell and unable to go to court, and then he and Concubine Zheng De discussed carefully the content of today's entertainment. The two of them have already played almost all the ways to enjoy the game one by one. No matter how well-informed Concubine Zheng De is, she has exhausted all the ways to play games, and can't think of any new ones anymore. Ideas and tricks came to play; however, since Emperor Wanli lost the supervision and control of Zhang Juzheng, his personality has become more and more relaxed, and he has learned more about entertainment and entertainment, and his requirements have become higher and higher, making Concubine Zheng De every day. She racked her brains to come up with some "play methods" that could satisfy his pleasure; however, on this day, she tilted her head and thought about it for a long time, but she really couldn't think of any new ideas, so she had no choice but to At the same time, I had to say to Emperor Wanli: "Long live, let's build a house with money - you will have another person's house stolen, and the private house has hundreds of thousands more money. The house you built will definitely be better than before. Big!"

Emperor Wanli laughed and said, "Why do you want to build a house with silver again? Can't you come up with a new idea?" Concubine Zheng De glanced at him, and said with a coquettish smile, "Oh, my Lord Long Live, all the concubines have thought of all their ideas, and there is nothing new - you just play along and play with money." Room, anyway, the Empress Dowager does not allow anyone to build a house in the palace, so you can build it with money and have a good time!" Upon hearing this, Emperor Wanli couldn't help sighing: "Yes, the empress dowager forbids it - I have been emperor for so many years, and there are still many things that I can't control!"

Concubine Zheng De casually said: "This imperial palace was left by our ancestors, so of course we can't change it casually, so as not to affect Feng Shui - if you want to build it according to your own wishes, Lord Long Live, you have to rebuild another imperial palace!" Emperor Wanli shook his head and said: "It is impossible to rebuild a palace, only the mausoleum is feasible!" A word reminded himself, he unconsciously let out an "ah", and then said suddenly: "I just remembered, it was last year, when Zhang Siwei was the chief assistant, he proposed to me As for the mausoleum, I even went to investigate the location myself, but it was because of him, Ding You, that this matter was put on hold!"

Having said that, his eyes suddenly lit up, his eyebrows raised upwards, and his whole face showed abnormal excitement; then, he suddenly hugged Concubine Zheng De by the waist, and turned around a few times. In a circle, Concubine Zheng De's skirt and the ring pendant on the skirt flew up, making a clanging sound.Concubine Zheng De herself was taken aback by this move, she gasped and shouted: "Oh, Lord Long Live, what are you going to do? Let me down quickly—I'm dizzy!" Emperor Wanli hugged her in circles, exerting strength, his cheeks turned red naturally, and he looked more happy and excited. He ignored Concubine Zheng De's coquettish shouts, and continued to circle her in his arms, cheering loudly: "We But I'm busy..."