Chapter 9 Chapter Five

"Nurhachi, can you tell me some history about the Jurchens?" Pillowing Nurhachi's knee, Xue'er felt a sense of stability in her heart, her hands were lightly pressing her lower abdomen, with a sweet smile on her face. There is a little fragrance of plum blossoms floating in the air. It is a pure offering in a bottle, which makes the faint fragrance of the sparse shadows in the garden extend into the house. Nurhachi's residence is very simply furnished, with a kang and a set of chairs; bows and arrows, a pipa, and a flute are hung on the wall, tiger skins are spread on the kang, and a few books are placed on the table—he usually The Romance of the Three Kingdoms is my favorite, one book has already been turned a little hairy; the other books are Four Books, Shiji and Tang Poetry - because he has had close contacts with Han people since he was a child, he is familiar with Chinese, and he is diligent and studious by nature. I have read a lot of books, and I also like music very much. I can play and blow.

However, the question Xueer raised had nothing to do with books and music; Nurhachi couldn't help being surprised: "Why are you suddenly interested in the history of Jurchen?" Xue Erfei blushed, and said softly: "I am also a Jurchen, how can I not know about my ancestors?" Hearing this, Nurhachi didn't feel a move in his heart, but what followed was mixed feelings; he couldn't help but let out a sigh: "Xue'er, do you know how much the Jurchens have suffered for hundreds of years?" Tragic fate? In the future, I don’t know what kind of disaster will befall the Jurchens—maybe, I got you in trouble, and you are not a Jurchen..."

Just after he said this, Xue'er immediately covered his mouth with her hand, preventing him from continuing, but raised her lowered eyes and said softly: "Why do you say that? Could it be, Don't you think I'm your wife?" Her eye movements, her voice, and her slender hands all seemed to flow through Nurhachi's heart like a wave of warmth; he subconsciously raised his hand to hold Xue'er's hand covering his mouth, and stared fixedly at it. He looked at Xueer, but his voice was full of excitement: "Xueer—you really—will never regret it?" The four eyes meet each other, there is water in Yingying, and Xueer's bright eyes are even clearer, but her voice is soft and firm with firm strength: "Nurhachi, what are you worried about?" ? Why do you ask me this kind of thing? Are you afraid that I will suffer with you?"

Nurhachi nodded helplessly. "But I'm not afraid—why should you be?" "Xue'er..." Nurhachi was deeply moved in his heart, he whispered softly, but couldn't speak the following words. Xueer simply buried her face in his arms, but whispered to him quietly: "Nurhachi, do you know? When I first saw you, I knew in my heart that you are a man, brave and smart. , Be strong—I was only ten years old that year! Later, you often took me to hunt, ride a horse, and run through the fields and forests—Nurhachi, do you know? Every time, we rode together on the Immediately, I always thought in my heart, this is eternity, eternity—I will always depend on you, be with you, no matter whether it is old age, famine, or eternity, I will never be separated from you!"

Nurhachi's heart surged with excitement, and he hugged Xue'er tightly and said, "Xue'er, in fact, how much I want to take you back to Jianzhou Zuowei in my heart! There is my home, relatives, and clansmen there." ——And, if it weren’t for the fact that the Jurchens’ tribes were not united and often killed each other for hundreds of years, how happy and joyful our life would be! I can take you to Changbai Mountain to pay homage to our ancestors The place where you were born, you can also hunt and gather ginseng in the mountains—Xueer, how beautiful Changbai Mountain is! There is always white snow on the top of the mountain, which is crystal clear and holy; the mountains and forests will all reveal new green in spring, and turn into green in autumn. A piece of drunken red..."

Xue'er burst into tears when she heard this: "One day, we will go back—Nurhachi, take our children and return to our own homeland; perhaps, by that time, all the Jurchens will have united , live together in harmony! Ah, Nurhachi, you are a hero, you will definitely be able to unite the Jurchens - no more wars, everyone can live a good life!" As soon as these words came out, Nurhachi felt even deeper in his heart. "In these years, our Jurchens have been shrouded in bad luck, and the days are getting worse and worse..." Nurhachi said, his face was full of sadness: "Continuing years of fighting, killing each other--I have seen how many tribes fall down , fell in blood, precious life was sacrificed meaninglessly, and Jurchen's life will never be better—beating yourself, death is not worth it!"

Xue'er comforted him softly: "This situation will improve—as long as there is a hero to lead, everyone will unite and work hard to do something together; I have read in history books that once upon a time, Mongolian The tribes were also divided into various places and fought with each other endlessly. Later, a hero came out of Mongolia, Genghis Khan. He rose up and led the people, and worked hard for many years. A heroic undertaking..." After hearing this, Nurhachi was silent for a long time, then he clenched his fists suddenly, a powerful divine light appeared in his eyes, and his voice was full of firmness: "Yes, I should follow Genghis Khan as an example! "

"Nurhachi, you are a brave person. You will lead all the Jurchens out of bad luck and towards Kangzhuang!" Xue'er's eyes were also full of determination, and she said to Nurhachi seriously: "You are a hero, you You can—I believe you can!" Nurhachi nodded and said, "Yes! My ancestors were originally born according to the will of the heavens, and they were born into the world in order to bring peace and stability to the world—it was the will of the heavens!" Xue'er said: "I once read in a book that in the world, a saint will be born every five hundred years..."

She had only spoken half a sentence, but was suddenly interrupted—it was two crisp knocks on the door. The two hurriedly sat upright, got down from the kang to open the door; however, the little black dog Qiuqiu who was lying on the ground moved faster, and when he heard the sound, he immediately rushed to the door, barking. Xue'er rushed over, picked up Qiuqiu, stroked the fine hair on its neck, and said softly, "No barking -- no outsiders will come!" Said, then opened the door. "Miss, the Second Madam invites..." The person outside the door was the maid in front of the Second Madam, and when she saw Xue'er, she bowed and reported: "Say, something is up! I want you to go there with Young Master Nurhachi!"

"Got it! Let's go right away!" The two went to the second wife's room. The second lady is still beautiful and beautiful, sitting in the midst of the servants with a wealthy appearance; however, her expression is not as kind and smiling as in the past, but there is a slight sadness between her brows, Grief flowed in her eyes; she told Nurhachi and Xueer: "Just now, I was paying my respects in Da Furen's room, and happened to meet the entourage sent by Rumei to announce the good news to Da Furen, saying that Nikan Wailan had already broken Shaji City, kill all the people in the city!"

As she spoke, her eyebrows frowned even tighter, and she even sighed a few times: "There will be one or two thousand lives!" After hearing this, Nurhachi and Xue'er sighed in unison, and Xue'er's face was filled with grief and indignation: "Massacre—that's really cruel! Going to occupy other people's cities, and killing all the people Kill them all, this Nikan Wailan has such a vicious heart!" Nurhachi immediately thought of something else in his mind, so he asked the second wife, "Mother, you mean that Nikanwailan led people to attack Shaji City? Then, where are the other people?" The second lady thought for a while, and answered him: "I seem to have heard it, it seems that your godfather is besieging Gule City with people; after Nikan Wailan broke Shaji City, he was about to join the army Woolen cloth!" Upon hearing this, Nurhachi involuntarily let out a "Yeah" and blurted out, "Gule? That's Atai's city..." "You know him?" Xue'er asked concerned. Nurhachi nodded and said: "We have relatives, so he is my cousin-in-law!" After speaking, he couldn't help sighing repeatedly: "No wonder, I always have an ominous premonition in my heart, so- —Ah! I hope Ah Tai can escape this catastrophe!" The second lady's eyes showed pity: "I hope God bless Ah Tai—and also bless all the citizens of Gule City, so that they will not be killed!" Nurhachi's expression was even more worried. He frowned tightly and clenched his fists, but he didn't speak anymore; until night, he stood by the window for a long time before he said to Xue'er: "I think, go to Gule City for a while." trip!" When Xue'er heard this, she just raised her eyes and looked at him steadily, without saying anything; Nurhachi continued, "I've been thinking about it, but I'm always worried about you, too!" However, Xue'er let out a deep sigh: "But, you are alone now - even if you go, how can you help? Besides, it is the godfather who leads the troops to attack the city. You go , isn't it more embarrassing?" She was right, but Nurhachi just lowered his head silently. After a long time, he sighed twice, raised his head again, and stared aimlessly out of the window. Through the window paper, he couldn't see anything except shadows, but the black shadows reflected in the vast white window paper in front of his eyes seemed to be gathering ghosts, and he felt creepy for no reason.