Altan just received a letter from the Emperor of Ming to congratulate the New Year on the first day of the eighth year of Wanli.

In the two months before this, he was feeling like he was on pins and needles.

Last year, Ma Fang left office due to illness and the news of her going to the court to cultivate her has spread to the outside world, but Altan Khan felt relieved for a while and even sent someone to visit Ma Fang with gifts, hoping that Ma Fang would not die.

After all, I am an old friend, and in fact there is another reason... Altan himself is also plagued by illness and cannot be in charge of the director.

At this time, the Ming Dynasty suddenly brought heavy troops to Chengguan, so it is not for Altan Khan to be nervous.

Those two months outside the Great Wall were like a year. At the beginning, the third lady led a fifty-armor cavalry to try to enter the Great Wall to release the misunderstanding. However, the general of the city gate was replaced. The Tengxiang Guard, who had heard that he was going to be transferred overseas, was the emperor's personal army, and only taught her to wait for the emperor's edict.

In fact, the edict had already arrived at Xuanfu, but the emperor could not send the orders in the telegram early, so he had to let Altan see the New Year's greetings before he could pass on the letter. Therefore, the soldiers sent by the capital were the first to be seen outside the border.

The emperor knew very well what "time difference" meant. The time when he wrote a letter was not equal to the time when the people heard it. When he saw the letter, he wanted to make sure that everything was carried out at the same time.

Therefore, when Altan Khan saw the first letter, he was so scared that he was sweating all over and could not argue. Then the second letter that quarreled with him came.

If it weren't for the Emperor Chen Bing's escort in Xuanfu, Altan would have thought what he said in the letter was a joke, because the emperor blamed him... it happened several years ago.

He conferred a lama in Qinghai, preached the Huang Cult, and fought several battles. The recent incident happened the summer of the previous year.

Since then, Altan has been recuperating in Guihua City to worship Buddha without caring for the world.

Now that things have passed so long, the emperor sent a message to quarrel with him, Altan smiled and passed by.

You said you wouldn't let me do it, so I won't do it. I've finished it. What's the use of writing a letter to scold me?

But, a guard was stationed on the Great Wall of Sene.

Altan was afraid of this guard army, and he was even more afraid that the Ming Emperor would really have the determination to declare war north; he was afraid of the emperor's determination to reopen the war, and he was even more afraid of the Mongolian that was uneasy at this time.

Even the holy lion in the north of the Selangor area was like his old friend Ma Fang, who was old and sick. What's worse was that Ma Fang, who was lying on the sickbed, could still use the authority of the court to restrain the border troops, but he had no other reliance to restrain other tribes.

And Altan knew very well that Ming Dynasty had known that now he could only sit cross-legged on the sickbed and eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name - because Ma Fang was willing to retire and return home just because he saw that he was no longer a threat.

Otherwise, the Han general who was pulled from a slave when he was young would confront him with his flesh and blood across the Great Wall until his death.

There is a second letter, and there is a third letter. The emperor's third decree was that the quasi-Lady-Lady leads 200 cavalry into the pass and participates in the capital. This March this year, the soldiers and horses of the world are viewed.

"Don't go!"

Altan stared at his eyes, his face under the Mongolian round hat was covered with dark patches, and his skin was so loose that it covered the nasolabial folds between his mouth and nose. He had to breathe hard several times every time he said a word. The dry hands outside the horse's hoof sleeves held the chain of rosary made of the East Beads tightly, making a 'cry' sound. He repeated as if meaninglessly: "Wanli, Wanli!"

When he was young, he was never afraid of Jiajing.

Even when I am old, I have never been afraid of Longqing.

But at this moment, he was very worried and very afraid of Wanli.

"Let Qiqingha go, let him go, you don't go."

But the third lady is still young and very young, only over thirty years old, and she dresses like a Ming Dynasty woman. In fact, she is not only Princess Kim Jong from Mongolia, but also the wife Zhongshun of the Ming Dynasty, but also the link between the Ming Dynasty and the Tumote tribe.

"Qiqingha, does he dare to go?" The third lady smiled very cunningly. Qiqingha was Altan's eldest son Xin Ai Huang Taiji. She stood there and watched the servant pack up her clothes and said to Altan: "It's not only you, but he is also old. When he was young, he often invaded Han land without listening to you. Now if you want to send him to the Ming Dynasty, your eldest son may not be able to save his life and return, and the future tribute market will also disappear."

Things on the grassland usually only require one person to bring great changes, just like when Altan was the strongest, at that time there was a White Lotus Sect believer named Zhao Quan as his aide, and tens of thousands of horse-ridden horses were all wearing Han armor.

But after Zhao Quan was sent to the Great Wall to kill, everything changed. Han craftsmen became the private property of Taiji people from various tribes. After several years, their craftsmanship did not increase much. People exchanged workers for trade goods from the Great Wall entrance city to exchange for wealthier property for tribal adults.

"I want to take your youngest son Butashili to Beijing. He is your youngest son, but there is nothing. Don't you think this is very biased?" Butashili, the third lady mentioned, was her only son, and said: "He should see more things and should not always play with children as old as him in the tribe."

"He is only twelve years old. What do you want me to give him?" Altan said too much, coughed violently, and then said: "Do you give him ten thousand chariot guards like you?"

"He should have his own tribe and horse farm, and he is your son, and that's what he deserves!"

Most of the affairs negotiated with the Ming Dynasty were transferred to the hands of the San Niangzi, and she did a good job, which made her deserve a great reputation. But in fact, she was also immersed in deep worries like her husband who was surrounded by deep worries due to her old age.

If one day Altan is gone, only her biological son can protect her, but her son has nothing, which makes her worried, and there is anger in her worries: "Do you expect someone to bully him in the future and ask me to lead the cavalry to attack others in person?"

The servants began to wear armor for the third lady. It was a complex and heavy iron floating map. More than a dozen internal and external parts were hung by four servants in turn. The third lady was still moving freely.

She was carrying the Ming general's sword at her waist, and two bows and two bags of arrows were hung on the back of the iron-hoofed horse outside the tent. The most loyal servant led the little prince's horse to the tent.

The young man who inherited his mother's beauty was not as rough as he was born on the war. Instead, he had a little bit of grace that was rare on the grassland, playing with a big grasshopper on the horse's back, as if he knew nothing about where he was going.

The three-wife, wearing neatly made armored horses, lined up on both sides, and the tribes supported the elderly and the young and watched the fun. The third lady with a helmet and armor kept Altan sitting in the tent and chanted the magic number, and turned her back on her horse.
Chapter completed!