"Get on the horse, I'll take you to a place and meet someone." Li Mingxun said to the prince again, and walked out of the room.

Li Junhua collected the imperial edict and followed the emperor. Looking at the emperor's relaxed face, Li Junhua thought for a while and said: "Father, in the Battle of Cobbdo, if it were not for the impulse of the son-in-law, he would definitely not be injured when he went beyond the formation to chase the pseudo emperor, and he would definitely not be injured. He would be able to advance westward to the legion..."

Seeing Li Junhua talking about the causes and consequences, Li Mingxun interrupted him and said directly: "Do you think you are wrong with impulse?"

"Yes, my son......" He was choked by the emperor's words when he prepared his speech.

Li Mingxun continued: "When I was as old as you, I was still a guy who bragged and spanked and did nothing, so if I was in your position at that time and at your age, I would probably not do better than you. Whether you are impulsive or stupid, you have finally achieved that step. Who can say that you choose to endure will be another result? You are not wrong, you are taking the wrong on yourself."

"What?" Li Junhua was surprised.

The emperor rode on the horse and said lightly: "You led five thousand soldiers out of me, crossed the Mongolian Plateau, chased Manchuria thousands of miles, won consecutive victories, and you were also injured many times. You can be called a young hero. Why deny your achievements because of a small mistake? You, the commander, have to lose your merits. How can you let your brothers who are fighting for their lives get the reward you deserve? If I were you, Kobdo lost his battle, it should be because of the improper command of the general Chen Ping of Guanxi's appeasement and flinched. When our army was at the advantage, he took the initiative to retreat, giving the Qing army the opportunity to cross the river and escape."

"No, Father, Chen Ping did what he should do. In that position, there will be no better choice." Li Junhua tried hard to defend Chen Ping.

Li Mingxun smiled and patted his son's head: "What I'm talking about to you is politics, not tactics. This war has been won. Many people want to see a prince with great achievements, and many people also want to see a mediocre prince. Chen Ping belongs to the former, and you should also understand that no matter how good you do, it is better to say it, and it is best to say it better than singing."

"What should I do there?" Li Junhua asked.

Li Mingxun smiled: "You are still young, you have time and plenty of opportunities to make mistakes, try and make mistakes, but I need to remind you that if you want to be a good emperor, you must consider it from the perspective of the emperor."

Li Junhua nodded slightly and no longer obsessed with this matter. The two rode into the depths of the camp. There was an extra tent on the open space. The wolf-headed flag in front of the tent was very majestic. This was a sweat tent that symbolized supreme status. However, the ritual system was different from that of the empire. The tent decorated with bones, feathers, etc. was full of primitive atmosphere. Li Junhua remembered that the Mongol prisoners and surrendered soldiers said that the Qing emperor had the most gorgeous tent, and he lived in it wherever he went. But he had never encountered it all the way. Perhaps it was the one in front of him.

Two people guarded the door of the tent. When they saw the emperor and the prince coming, they bowed and bowed. Li Mingxun asked, "What's wrong with the people inside?"

"It's still the same, without saying anything." said the guard.

Li Mingxun nodded and signaled the prince to follow him in. The guards took the lead in and drove out several Mongolian female slaves. Most of the space in the tent was empty, and a screen separated the small half of the space. Li Junhua saw that there seemed to be a black shadow behind the screen. Because the lighting was not good, the tent was gray, but the candlelight lit the four corners, making the space pale. Several coughs came from the inside. When the candlelight was lit behind the screen, Li Junhua saw a long old figure.

A sinister voice sounded from the figure's mouth: "Why, does the emperor of the empire want to show off his power in front of me, the old woman?"

Hearing this voice, Li Junhua looked calm. An old woman was brought to see by the emperor. In this bitter and cold place, only the Empress Dowager Bumubutai of the Qing Dynasty was the only one.

"Showing our power? I, Li Mingxun, fought in the east for more than 20 years, and the land I have captured is unprecedented. This barren land cannot fall into the eyes of my father and son. Today I am here to tell you that my son has returned from the front line. Your grandson is very lucky that he did not die at Junhua's hands and fled with the remaining Manchus. On that day, in Kobedo, your grandson Xuanye sneaked into the back of our army, but was ambushed by my son..., the remaining remaining people cross the river and fled, so the population of the rest of the people is only more than 10,000, and there are only one left in Manchuria." Li Mingxun stood in the middle of the tent and told Li Junhua's achievements according to the truth, without any intention of concealing and deceiving.

"That's a pity. The wild fire cannot be burned out, and the spring breeze is a hero from the sky. As long as you obtain a piece of land and gather for ten years, it is not difficult to prosper Manchuria again. When he returns from recruiting troops, Li Mingxun, you should have already turned into a handful of loess. Can this boy be by your side stop him?

Oh, by the way, he couldn't even catch up with a broken army, and was impulsive and incompetent. I don't think it was your favorite. I heard that your eldest son was Yingwu and decisive. If it were him, he would still be able to fight with my grandson in the future." Bumubutai's voice was hoarse and low, but every sentence was a heart-wrenching argument.

"Old witch, don't provoke the relationship between me, father and son!" Li Junhua said angrily.

"Provocation? Haha, when you were young, Li Zhe raised you to educate me, the eldest son was expeditioning outside, waiting for you to become an adult, you were expeditioning outside, and your brother was in power in the capital, obviously he did not really regard you as the prince. Li Zhe, you are from a merchant, you are really good at making a plan, and you can seize both hands, and make sure you make a profit without losing money."

"So what?" Li Mingxun responded with a smile.

As soon as these words were said, Bumubutai lost his voice for a moment, and Li Mingxun was not worried about her instigation. He and the prince had already said it clearly about the issue of the successor to the throne, and were not as scheming as Bumubutai thought. This generous confession, Bumubutai was speechless immediately.

"There is another thing to tell you that your brother and seven nephews fled outside the city yesterday and wanted to defect to Russia. If you count carefully, the Borkigit clan of Korchin is completely extinct." Li Mingxun saw that she didn't speak, and smiled leisurely, but there was a bloody smell between the lines.

But Bumubutai's reaction made the father and son laugh, "It's good to kill, it's good to kill, those traitors who are greedy for wealth and glory do not want to serve in the national crisis, but instead sneak up and surrender to the enemy country. If you kill them, it's great to kill. Such people will only shame the golden bloodline! They deserve to die, deserve to die!"

"There are a few Aisin Gioro who are effective in imitating it, and the final outcome is the same." Li Mingxun said again.

Bumubutai laughed, his old voice echoed in the tent, cold and hoarse, as if he was unwilling to accept it, and seemed to be cursing: "Kill, kill, kill, kill all the Zhu Ming royal family, kill all Aisin Gioro, kill all Borkijit, this land will completely belong to you, a lowly merchant, kill, kill, kill all the people.

I believe you also know that outside the walls, there are bitter and cold, and the grassland waterfront, humans and beasts live in mixed habits. Which one is not weak will be low, and strong will be robbers, and human faces and beasts will be in the same way. This is the case with Aisin Gioro, and Borkijit. Now that you are strong in the east, people will be able to kneel down outside the walls, but for thirty years, Hebei and Hexi, you Han people say that the barbarians have no national fortune for a hundred years, and your Han dynasty will not be killed for three hundred years? The powerful will surely decline, and the weak will surely rise. After a hundred years, all races will rise and fall. As soon as the time comes, the grassland waterfront will surely rise and overthrow your Li family, which will be only three hundred years away. It is the matter behind you, Li Thief.

If I were you, I would have to eliminate all the evils in Manchuria and kill Mongolia, so don’t worry about the children and grandchildren!” A hoarse and unpleasant voice echoed in the tent, silent inside and outside, and a needle can be heard.

"Have you said this to your husband Huang Taiji, your son Fulin and your grandson Xuanye?" Li Mingxun asked.

"No need to say that they would have killed you, if it weren't for the numerous Han people, and they would have done everything they could. If they could do it again, it would have taken one hundred years or two hundred years to kill you all." Bumu Butai said sinisterly.

"The flowers will bloom again, and there will be no more youth."

"Maybe, but when my grandson comes back, hehe...he's not my cowardly son, he will definitely kill him into a sea of ​​blood..."

"Hmph, it's just a dog that is stray. I don't know where I will die. Even if I come back, my descendants of the Li family can protect the peace of the people in the world." Li Junhua refuted.

But no sound came from the screen. The father and son of the Li family looked at each other. After passing the cloak, they saw the dead body. Bumubutai was withered all over, and his exposed arms were like dead branches. On his wrist, a hole cut with pieces of porcelain was particularly scary, and half of the bed was dyed red with blood.

"Diet." Li Junhua explored Bumubutai's breath and found that he had completely lost his breath, and reported.

"She is also a hero among women. Please let someone pretend to be buried. She will send her to the Jilin Appeasement Zone and be buried with Huang Taiji." Li Mingxun said lightly.

Li Junhua nodded slightly, took off his cloak, covering the warm corpse. The corpse exuded a decayed aura, like lingering haze, death, despair, decay, and decay. It seemed that all negative emotions were on that face and were finally covered by the cloak.

The summer wind blew through the tent, the curtain was blown open a gap, and the sunlight came in, shining on the faces of the father and son. The guards coming and going were restraining their bodies, and no one disturbed them.

After all, Li Mingxun broke the silence and asked, "Prince, what do you think of Bumubutai's words?"

Bumu Butai sentences every sentence to heart, provokes, and speaks ruthlessly, especially directly pointing out the capriciousness of the nomadic peoples, and suggesting that one side of the empire eliminates all evil, but with only three reasons, but no emotion. Mongolia is her mother tribe, and Manchuria is her lifelong career, but before she dies, she chooses to arrange a path of extinction for the two tribes.

Li Mingxun smiled coldly. He had already noticed the woman's conspiracy. If the surrendered persons were massacred at this time, the empire's expansion of territory in the direction of land would be full of resistance. In order to survive, all races would resist to the end. Even if it was occupied, it would not be stable and would eventually fall apart.

Li Mingxun did not answer this question. He said: "The policies to treat various ethnic groups have set the tone in my first half of my life and will not be changed because of her words. I think this old witch must not be said to me. She wants to plant the inner demon in your heart. Prince, what do you think of her words?"

Li Junhua lowered his head: "The son minister is the son of the father and the son of the mother and queen. Both of his parents are there, and the son minister is only taught by his parents. What she said is nothing but the wind storm."

Li Mingxun smiled and patted Li Junhua on the shoulder, without making things difficult for him anymore. Perhaps when he becomes the emperor of the empire and faces the ups and downs of the border politics and vassal governments himself, he will remember the old witch's words. But so what? Li Mingxun will not instill the idea that he has remained unchanged in his son. After all, he will leave in the end, and the empire will be handed over to later generations.

"Let's go, have a good rest, do what you want, I will follow my heart and will not give up anything else." Li Mingxun said to his son.

Li Junhua returned to his tent, sat at the desk, closed his eyes and pondered, and enjoyed a moment of peace. The few months after his war were a wonderful time in his life. During this period, he grew up and changed. After experiencing death, he became rational, experienced success or failure, and became mature. He missed it, and was not sorry, but he never regretted it. Today, he heard Bumubutai's ruthless words again, but caused a stir in Li Junhua's heart. War is too ruthless and cold-blooded, life seems to have no warmth, and he has no innocence. Looking back on the past, Li Junhua remembered a girl that made him quiet. Thinking of her, Li Junhua remembered in a trance and seemed to have promised to write to her.

The letter paper was spread out, and he picked up the pen and looked at the blank paper in a daze. Until the night fell, he didn't write even a word. He seemed to have no idea what to say, but he seemed to have endless things to say.

"I follow my heart, and I will not give up anything else." While hesitating, he remembered his father's words. Li Junhua wrote and wrote a book, but he thought of writing wherever he wanted to write. Wu Yifeng brought dinner. Li Junhua looked up and asked, "Are Madam Cheng left?"

"No, I said I still want to come and see you in person. Have you brought anything to the Queen?" Wu Yifeng replied.

"That's good. I'm asking her to help bring some things back." Li Junhua said.

"Is it a letter?" Wu Yifeng saw Li Junhua writing a letter. When he saw that the letter papers were filled with a stack, he smiled: "Your Highness, I have never seen anyone write like this. This is definitely not a letter to the Queen."
Chapter completed!