"No...no!"

In the shopping mall, in the small Borkdo Khan's palace, Yi Xin shouted, sitting up from the kang, his palpitations remained unchanged, his face was pale and sweating profusely.

"Long live the nightmare?"

The pregnant concubine of Lan Jia, Yehenara, also woke up and asked while patting Yixin's back to help him calm down.

Of course it is a nightmare. If you can dream well, you will be heartless.

Yixin's eyes were straight, and the dream was still lingering in his mind.

When the dream started, he was already dead - for the sake of the Qing Dynasty and for the ancestors, he fought hard with a strong enemy of ten or a hundred times until he died in the Maishi City. This is no longer a nightmare, but it is almost a reality. Now there are as many as 60,000 to 70,000 to 70,000 to 10,000 to 10,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000,000,000,000,100,000,000,100,000,000,100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000, the two sides had fought a battle in front of the Maishi City, but the Ming army won overwhelming victory! Now most of the Russian troops in Maishi City are going to withdraw again, so it is only a matter of time before the city is broken.

What really made him sweat was the future experience of Concubine Lan and his son. In his dream, Concubine Lan was taken to Irkutsk by Muravyov and placed it in a gorgeously decorated manor with no worries about food and clothing. There, Concubine Lan gave birth to a son for him, his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose were exactly the same as his, and he was extremely cute. Muravyov also took care of Concubine Lan and his son, and wrote a letter to the Tsar, asking the Tsar to confer the son of Concubine Lan as a Russian marquis. If the dream ends here, it would be a beautiful dream.

But the subsequent dream made Yixin feel very nervous. Just when Concubine Lan and his son were living happily in Irkutsk, the evil Ming imperialism invaded Russia's East and West Siberia, and Muravyov commanded his army to fight the Ming army on the shore of Lake Baikal. Unfortunately, it was outnumbered to death on the battlefield. The good days of Concubine Lan and his son were coming to an end. Following the fleeing Russians all the way west. On the way, they encountered robbers robbing. All the property carried by Concubine Lan was taken away, and she was raped! What's even more terrifying is that all the letters written by Muravyov, who proved Concubine Lan and his son, were also lost. As a result, local Russian officials in Western Siberia regarded them as ordinary Eight Banners children and were assigned to an aristocratic manor as serfs!

However, the nightmare was not over. In order to give her son a full meal, Concubine Lan had to go to bed with an old and ugly Russian housekeeper every night! But even such a life was unstable. A female slave dealer fell in love with Concubine Lan's beauty and spent dozens of golden rubles to buy her and sold it to Petersburg to sell it to a brothel. She and Concubine Lan's son remained in Western Siberia as a serf. She went to the field to work under 10 years old and had no chance to study. After the serfdom was abolished, she worked for a long-term worker for the Russian landlord's family. She lived to beg for the age of 40 and died of illness. She was not married, and she was lonely and poor all her life. When the child died, Concubine Lan, who was almost 60 years old, was already old and declining, and was driven out of the brothel. She begged for food in the slums of Petersburg...

Seeing his wife and children ending up like this, Yixin couldn't help but burst into tears. Then she woke up.

After a long breath, Yixin hugged Concubine Lan in her arms and muttered in a low voice: "I'm not at ease, I really don't want to worry about you, mother and son..."

But what if you are not at ease? Let’s go away the 30,000 to 40,000 Eight Banners soldiers from the City of Buying and Selling City and go to Irkutsk to Petersburg with Concubine Lan? Even if Yi Xin doesn’t want his ancestors and Qing dynasties, the Russians will not agree! Although he, the Khan, counts nothing, is the backbone of the Eight Banners soldiers in the City of Buying and Selling City. If he runs away, who will have the heart to fight?

How could Yehenara and Lan'er not see through this truth? She snuggled in Yixin's arms and comforted softly: "Your Majesty, don't think so much. This business city is one of the few strong cities in the world. It took more than a year to build 200,000 soldiers and civilians. Even if there are millions of Mingke, don't break it! I'm waiting for the emperor's good news in Irkutsk!"

Yi Xin shook her head powerlessly: "I can't defend... Guangzhou has not defended, Jingzhou has not defended, Beijing has not defended, and even Shengjingdu has not defended. How strong is this trading city? It can be comparable to Beijing? The Russians put our bannermen here, in fact, to reduce their own casualties and to delay more time. They fought with the Turkish Empire in the west, and maybe Britain and France will be involved! Their Russians' focus is in the west. As long as they can win a big victory in the west, it doesn't matter even if they lose a little to the Ming Dynasty in the east, so..."

He was silent for a while: "So you should go to Europe, don't stay in Irkutsk, it's not safe there. Go to Petersburg, I will let Lao Qi accompany you, I still have hundreds of thousands of taels of treasury, you can take it with you... Save some flowers, so you can make your mother and son have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

Of course, Yixin didn't know the gender of the child Lan Fei was pregnant in her belly. It was just that he wanted a child too much, so he kept saying "mother and son".

"Your Majesty, you have to cheer up, my Qing Dynasty will be...

"The Qing Dynasty has no future! The bannerman has no future either..." Yixin smiled bitterly. "But the Aixin Jueluo family still has a future!"

He sighed and looked at Concubine Lan's raised belly: "What I do now is not to revive the Qing Dynasty, nor to hundreds of thousands of banner people, women and children. I can no longer control so much. What I can control is the Aisin Jueluo family, the child in your belly. Concubine Lan, you must not let me down, and you must give me a son!"

Concubine Lan touched her belly and focused her head: "Your Majesty, you must be your son! The Qing Dynasty in the future..."

Yixin frowned, looked at Concubine Lan seriously for a while, and shook her head: "Lan'er, there is no Qing Dynasty anymore! I don't want my son to spend his whole life in order to restore the Qing Dynasty. Do you know?"

Concubine Lan nodded: "I understand..."

This is really insincere! Yehenara Lan'er secretly swore in her heart that even if she gave birth to a daughter, she would let her go to trouble the world. If she was a son, she would have to fight Zhu Ni for the rest of her life. She would not seek to restore the Qing Dynasty, but she would not be able to make Ni Ming live a better life, absolutely not!

...

At this moment, in a small house in the shopping mall, Yixin's teacher Zhuo Bingtian was sitting in the yard, basking in the sun, and nodding kindly to his descendants who came to say goodbye.

Although Yixin also ordered him to withdraw from the Irkutsk city of 10 million, he still insisted on staying and living with Yixin. He is in poor health now. Even if he doesn't die in the chaos, he will not live for a few more days. If he dies in the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​the city of ​​they

However, his descendants cannot die. They are still young and have a bright future. A little boy wearing a long robe and a jacket and braids walked up to Zhuo Bingtian, gave a gift, and called his grandfather alive. It was his precious grandson Zhuo Jingren.

"Jingren, kowtow to Grandpa Zeng. Do you know if you want to listen to Grandpa Zeng in the future?" Zhuo Bingtian pointed to an old man wearing a dirty red robe beside him and smiled. This old man in a red robe was Zeng Guofan who was detained by Yi Xin until now.

"I've seen Grandpa Zeng." Zhuo Jingren obediently gave Zeng Guofan another gift, which made the latter laugh: "Jingweng, your grandson, follow me in the future. I think he is talented and polite, and his future will not be inferior to you and me."

Zhuo Bingtian waved his hand and said seriously: "Disheng, this child, Jingren, can do anything in the future, just don't be an official!" He smiled bitterly and said lightly: "I have taught him all the skills of my ancestors. Maybe I can return to my old career in the future, and it's good to open a soybean garden."

It turns out that the Zhuo family was born in a soybean garden and had a "Guangyi" soybean garden in Chengdu, but Zhuo Bingtian's generation has become weak. How can officials make money quickly in this soybean garden?

Zeng Guofan nodded, not saying that the sauce garden is not good, but changed the topic and said, "Jingweng, what should anyone do if the others do? Do you really need to be resettled by the Russians?"
Chapter completed!