Although this woman was fierce, she had no malice, and there was no murderous intention at all, which made the sensitive Qian Yiqun feel relieved. However, he only guessed half of it. This woman was not a sister and relative of this body, but a boss.

Qian Yiqun, who was used to being a free citizen, did not expect that he would just pretend to be a Jurchen, and he was a slave. This slave was a servant in the Chenyang Palace. He was probably wandering outside when he was about to go to work. He happened to be caught by a maid who came out of the palace to buy it and dragged it into the harem.

Of course, it was just the periphery of the harem, responsible for transporting garbage. No matter how wild the Jurchens were, they knew that there should not be other strong men in the warehouse where they stored women. No one wanted to hold the three words "Happy to be a father" on their heads.

Qian Yiqun honestly pulled up a basket of garbage, and thought he was not at all different from the servants who were beside him. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps, the maid suddenly shouted loudly, and three armored guards surrounded him and pressed Qian Yiqun to the ground without saying a word. One of them even pulled out a whip and blew it in the air.

The disguise array is just a illusion of appearance and clothing, and in essence, it is Qian Yiqun who is beaten. As a practitioner, Qian Yiqun is quite proud and self-conscious, so he is not willing to let these barbarians whip it on their bodies.

The two guards suddenly had empty hands. They were in a daze, but they saw the bold slave escaped and couldn't help but be angry, cursing and arresting them again.

Qian Yiqun didn't feel that he needed to draw his sword to kill people when he was a man. He just turned his waist, jumped behind the guard, kicked him, and kicked the guard to the ground.

Bang!

The sound of a whip sounded, and it was immediately pulled towards Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun's figure shook, and the man had already rushed into the shadow of the whip. He pinched the collar of the whip guard and pulled and bumped it. The index knuckle head hit the soft part under the man's Adam's apple. The man immediately knelt on the ground and coughed dryly, and tears flowed.

Qian Yiqun glanced at the guard standing alone and grinned.

In the shock of the guard, Qian Yiqun kicked, hit the chest and kicked him out.

I'm quitting!

Qian Yiqun kicked over the garbage can and wanted to leave.

The palace maid shouted twice quickly and suddenly spoke: "Did you raise the flag?"

Well, isn't this body an authentic Jurchen?

Qian Yiqun's feet stopped and saw more people coming here, fearing that the monk Kuchen would cause too much trouble. He simply stood up and said, "That's right."

The palace maid gritted her teeth slightly: "Even if she raises the flag, she should know that the master is the master! Is there anyone who doesn't understand the rules as much as you do?"

"Are you the master too?" Qian Yiqun asked back.

The palace maid was choking for a moment. After she returned home, she was naturally the master in front of her Baoyi slave. However, in this deep palace courtyard, she was also a slave, just a slave with a higher status. The only masters here are the Prince of Eight Banners and the concubines who were concubines. If a palace maid dared to claim her master, she was purely seeking death.

"Although I am not the master, if you hit me, you are offending the master's dignity!" The palace maid's mind was very fast. She immediately clarified the status relationship, but Qian Yiqun was speechless.

"I'm not doing it anymore." Qian Yiqun said a harsh sentence.

"Yeah," the palace maid laughed, "You treat yourself as your master. Is this service thing you don't do if you don't do it?"

Oh, is this forcing the Taoist to kill me here?

Qian Yiqun glanced at the guards who came, but only six people. In addition to this female Tartar, the seven people were not enough to fill their teeth. He looked at the guard's sword on the ground. He was about to walk over and kill him, but suddenly he heard a cry: "Stop!"

Another palace maid came out of the Yimen Gate. She combed her long hair neatly and tied it on the top of her head, then divided it into two strands and then combed it into a horizontal bun. The remaining hair was combed into a dovetail-shaped flat bun, pressing it on the back of her neck. She didn't turn her neck when she walked, and it seemed particularly solemn.

The three-inch-high wooden clogs stumbled on the ground, and the palace maid stepped forward and said, "This man has the strength and looks like he is good at kung fu. Is he a military master carrying the flag?"

"Yes." Qian Yiqun is neither humble nor arrogant. Anyway, he will go out after he has a bad show, which is not a big deal.

"The little master will be happy to meet such a hero." The palace maid said, "Haihona, don't hit him, I'll talk to the little master."

"Wait." Hehona leaned her knees slightly and raised her hands to her ears.

The man glanced at Qian Yiqun again and turned around and walked inside.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: This is Chenyang! He was just looking forward to greeting Huang Taiji's ancestors, but he forgot to visit his wife and children! Oh my, I was so rude that I was so rude. Fortunately, someone led the way.

After a while, the female official in the palace dress came back and said lightly: "The little master summons you to come in, don't lose your etiquette."

Qian Yiqun said, "Okay." But there is no politeness.

The female official seemed a little hesitant and said in the end: "Come with me."

Qian Yiqun followed with great strides, and didn't even raise his eyelids when he passed by Haikona.

The palace in Chenyang was newly built, far less magnificent than the two capitals in the north and south. It was just a little different from the inner and outer courts. It was a big step towards civilization for the Jurchens, at least they no longer lived in tents. Qian Yiqun only observed a few palaces and felt that the construction technology of the Jurchens was really backward, and he didn't have much attention, so he focused on remembering the road.

The female official took Qian Yiqun through several ritual gates and entered a palace. There were two eunuchs standing at the door, inside of which were maids. The palace was a typical triangular courtyard, and the left and right sides were considered side halls, which were not as good as the wing rooms of wealthy families in Jiangnan. When Qian Yiqun saw this, he thought to himself: It seems that my family’s living conditions are one level higher than the living conditions here.

"Engulun."

A jumping sound came from the hall, and soon a maid lifted the thick cotton curtain and walked out of it a beautiful girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Even from Qian Yiqun's perspective, he is still considered a beautiful girl.

She glanced at Qian Yiqun and said, "Engulun, is this the one who beats three Wu Zhenchao?"

"Back to the master, it's him." Engulun was the female official. He had already stood beside the beautiful girl and bowed his head respectfully.

"Why don't you pay homage to your master?" Engulun changed his face and scolded Qian Yiqun.

"I'm not used to it." Qian Yiqun said lightly, and asked back, "Are you Zhezhe or Bumubutai?"

Judging from this appearance, Qian Yiqun suspected that this person was Bumubutai, the Queen Mother of Xiaozhuang who was known as "the No. 1 Beauty in Mongolia and Manchu" and possessed many secret history.

Of course, she was just Huang Taiji's concubine at this time. However, from this age, she seemed a little older, because in Qian Yiqun's impression, Bumu Butai was always a thirteen or fourteen-year-old loli. Perhaps Qian Yiqun was poisoned by some bad novels, so Qian Yiqun suspected that she was Zhezhe.

The second beauty in Mengman.

He is also Huang Taiji's wife, the great concubine.

Bumubutai's aunt.
Chapter completed!