Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 409: Lian Nanming’s smile hides a knife
In the side hall of the Qianyuan Hall of the Potala Palace, Suletan was entertaining distinguished guests: Yan Qiheng, the Minister of Rites of the Yongli Dynasty of the Southern Ming Dynasty and a scholar of Dongge University. This old man was from Shanyin, Zhejiang (today's Shaoxing, Zhejiang), with the courtesy name Qiuye. He was a Jinshi in the fourth year of Chongzhen. He was a clean and honest official, fair-minded in all situations, and was quite prestigious in the Southern Ming Dynasty.

"Sir, try this deer breast. The newly hunted wild deer, the Duke of Zhou spits out food, and the world returns to its heart." Suletan smiled and pointed to the deer breast in the distance. He used the homophony of "breast" and "feed" to express that he was thirsty for virtuous people and was courteous to virtuous people. His thoughts imply the intention of wooing him. Although the Yongli court seemed to be on the verge of re-emerging due to the uprising of Jin Shengheng and Li Chengdong, he knew that it was just a flash in the pan. Soon Jin and Li would be wiped out by the Qing army, forcing Emperor Yongli to flee to Yunnan. Therefore, he deliberately attracted the ministers of Nanming to prepare for the struggle for hegemony in the Central Plains.

As soon as he finished speaking, the beautiful Mongolian woman who was serving him took a deer breast for Academician Yan.

"This Xifan Hu'er wants to recruit me? What a good Hu'er, he actually knows the allusion of the Duke of Zhou spitting out food and bringing the world back to its heart. However, I am a minister of the Ming Dynasty, how can I join the Xilu?" Yan Qiheng was disdainful, but he didn't Dare to reveal anything. The Qing army had surrounded Nanchang, and Jin Shengheng asked Emperor Yongli for help. Emperor Yongli asked Li Chengdong to send troops to rescue. He was afraid of the Qing army's strength. Seeing the rise of the Wei Kingdom in the west, he thought of using the Western captives to build slaves, so he sent him to Lhasa to contact the Oirat Mongolia. How can you dare to be arrogant when you have something to ask for?

Today, the Ming Dynasty is sunset, and Yan Qiheng does not dare to put on the airs of the Heavenly Kingdom. Although he despises the solicitation of barbarians in his heart, he greets him respectfully: "I heard that Your Majesty promoted culture and education, opened imperial examinations, and made the literary style prosperous in the far west. This is the true expression of Duke Zhou's vomiting, and the world returns to its heart. I wish I had known Your Majesty for eighteen years earlier." On the surface, he is flattering, but in fact, he is refusing. It means that he was already a minister of the Ming Dynasty eighteen years ago. He is a loyal minister and does not serve the two masters. He can no longer be an official of your country.

After hearing this, Suletan secretly chuckled. These scholars in the Southern Ming Dynasty were unwilling to surrender to the Qing Dynasty and came all the way to join Yongli, but most of them still had integrity. It's a pity that most of them are useless scholars. Although they have integrity but few talents, they rush to thank the emperor and die as soon as the Qing army comes over. They are of no great use to the country.

snort! I gave you the face to make you surrender, but you actually dare to let me touch a soft nail! The great Khan, who had swallowed up thousands of miles like a tiger, felt unhappy, and planned to let this nerd see the power of the Kingdom of David. He smiled lightly and said: "Sir, please watch my David sing and dance."

"It's really an elegant thing for beautiful women to sing and dance with wine. I'd like to watch it," Yan Qiheng smiled.

"Okay! Let's play music and dance, and I and you will not return until we are drunk!" Suletan laughed.

The rugged morin fiddle played melodiously, and a group of Mongolian men held horse roping poles, imitating the movements of roping horses, and made the sound of horses whistling from their mouths.

This Xifan horse dance is really special. There are no beauties, only strong men. Yan Qiheng was thinking about it in his mind when the music of the piano suddenly changed, the horse harriers left, and two teams of samurai with swords were replaced. The whole body is covered with machetes, and they form a battle formation to "fight". Their sword skills are fierce, their dances are wild, and they exude a strong killing spirit.

"What's the name of this dance?" Yan Qiheng asked tremblingly, frightened by the murderous aura.

Sultan sneered proudly: "This is the saber dance of our Kingdom of David. All of the dancers for you today are the best warriors in our army."

After saying this, the Great Khan of Lotus got drunk and groaned crazily:

"Now I hear the sound of the saddle being slapped,
Just like a war drum, Tuoheituoa panicked,

In Buwu La Grassland.

Then saw Gai's quiver flickering,
Da Yi's sons and grandsons fled,
Talkhun Alal between the two rivers.

Seeing the wind blowing the basil,

Then he ran into the black forest of He'atatama,

In Helazhi grassland.

Now we can go straight across the Qinlehuo River,

There's a lot of bristleweed there,

You can form a raft to cross the river.

Breaking in through the skylight of Tuohei Tuoa's tent,
Crash down the vital frame of the tent,

Take away all his wives and children!
Breaking the door frame of his blessed god,
Sweep away all his people! "Listening to the Great Khan singing Jamukha's war song, the civil and military officials of the Wei Kingdom who attended the banquet sang along:

“I offered sacrifices to the great scroll that could be seen in the distance,
I beat the black cowhide war drum that sounded like winter,

I ride on Wuya's fast horse,
Put on tough armor,
Pick up the steel gun,

Equipped with sharp arrows wrapped in mountain peach skin,

Get on your horse and go to fight with the He'atim'er Qid people.

I sacrificed the large scroll that could be seen in the distance,

I beat the buzzing war drum made of cowhide,

I ride on the black-ridged horse,
Put on leather armor,
Take the handled ring knife,

Take a sharp arrow with a buckle,

You should also be wary of Wudu and begging for people.

Fight to the death! "

The singing was powerful and magnificent, making the palace buzz. Yan Qiheng's face turned pale when he heard that, Your Majesty wants us to unite with the guards to control the Qing Dynasty, but these guards are barbaric, cruel and have bad intentions. If we unite with them, wouldn't we be rejecting tigers at the front door and welcoming wolves at the back door?
Just as he was thinking about it, the treacherous Suletan seemed to sense his worries and put on an amiable face, full of warmth and kindness that could melt the snow on the snowy plateau, "Sir, do you know the origin of this song?"

"Appreciate further details".

"Back then, the Meerqid men of the third surname robbed Genghis Khan's beloved wife. In order to help Anda get his wife back, Jamukha sang this war song and led his army to fight to the death with the Meerqid men of the third surname. The Manchus insulted me, Lin Dan. The ancestral temples and mausoleums of Khan and Yi, our two countries should be as close as each other and help each other, so I sang this song."

"Oh, that's what your Majesty means. I don't know how to be elegant and noble, so I'm really scared." Yan Qiheng was very ashamed. He sang to express his determination to help him, but he suspected that he was ambitious. Ashamed and ashamed! After thinking for a while, he asked: "Have you decided to send troops to relieve the siege of Nanchang?"

Sultan smiled, "I have decided to send troops to Shaanxi in the near future to harass the Qing Dynasty so that it cannot fully siege Nanchang. It's just~"

"Just what?"

"It's just that our army has been fighting for years, and the national treasury really can't come up with the money and food to fight a big war."

Yan Qiheng understood. The other party refused to work in vain and asked for benefits. Fortunately, the government and the public had already anticipated this event. He sighed and said: "If your country agrees to send troops, we are willing to pay 50,000 taels of silver and we will deliver it in Yazhou." The trade between the Ming and Wei Dynasties was not interrupted because the Qing army went south. Although Sichuan was damaged due to the war, there were still active caravans from Sichuan to the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau and Guangdong and Guangxi.

"No, fifty thousand taels is not enough, at least one hundred thousand taels is needed," Sultan disagreed.

The two parties bargained for a long time, and finally settled the deal for eighty thousand taels of silver, and then everyone continued to drink and sing happily.

This negotiation allowed Suletan to see clearly the weak nature of Yongli's regime. When a foreign enemy invaded, he did not dare to mobilize the entire country's troops to fight. Instead, he pinned his hopes on other countries and only knew how to be a slave and give away money. What a rat!
(End of this chapter)