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Volume 2: Disciples of the Great Way, Chapter 39: The son in the pot saves the Taoist monk, and the Qingfeng sword scares away the ignorant monk (2)

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

    Qian Yiqun, who was used to being a free citizen, had no idea that he had casually assumed the appearance of a Jurchen and became a slave.  This slave was a handyman in the Shenyang Palace. He was wandering around outside when he was supposed to go to work. He happened to be caught by a maid from the palace who came out to purchase, and was dragged into the harem.

    Of course, it¡¯s just the periphery of the harem, responsible for transporting garbage.  No matter how wild the Jurchens are, they still know that the warehouse where they store women should not be visited by other strong men, and no one wants to have the words "happy to be a father" on their head.

    Qian Yiqun honestly picked up a basket of rubbish, thinking that he was no different from a slave who was just taking advantage of others.  Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps, the maid suddenly shouted loudly, and three armored guards surrounded him, trying to push Qian Yiqun to the ground without any explanation.  One person even drew out his whip and cracked it in the air.

    The disguise was just a disguised appearance and clothing, but in essence, it was Qian Yiqun who was beaten.  As a cultivator, Qian Yiqun is quite arrogant and self-conscious, and he is not willing to let the whips of these barbarians hit him.

    The two guards suddenly had their hands empty. They were at a loss when they saw that the bold slave had escaped capture. They couldn't help but get angry and grabbed him again while cursing angrily.

    Qian Yiqun didn't feel the need to draw his sword to kill people like this. He just turned around, jumped behind the guard, kicked the guard to the ground.

    Snapped!

    The whip sounded, and it was whipped towards Qian Yiqun.

    Qian Yiqun's body swayed and he had already rushed into the shadow of the whip.  He grabbed the collar of the whip-wielding guard and pulled and bumped him.  The knuckle of his index finger hit the soft spot under the man's Adam's apple hard.  The man immediately knelt down and coughed, tears streaming down his face.

    Qian Yiqun glanced at the guard standing alone.  Grinning.

    Amidst the guard's astonishment, Qian Yiqun flew up with a kick, hitting him in the chest, and kicked him out.

    I quit!

    Qian Yiqun kicked over the garbage basket and walked away.

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

    ¡°Well, isn¡¯t this body an authentic Jurchen?

    Qian Yiqun paused and saw more people coming towards him, fearing that the matter would cause too much trouble and attract the monk Ku Chen.  He simply stood still and said: "Exactly."

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

    "Are you also the master?" Qian Yiqun asked.

    The maid choked for words.  After she returns home, she is naturally the master in front of her own slave.  However, in this deep palace compound, she was still a slave, just a slave with a higher status.  The only masters here are the princes of the Eight Banners and those from Fujin and Fujin. If a palace maid dares to call herself the master, she is simply seeking death.

    "Although I am not the master, if you bump into me, you have violated the master's dignity!" The palace maid's mind was spinning very quickly.  Qian Yiqun was speechless as he immediately clarified the status relationship.

    "I quit." Qian Yiqun said harshly.

    "Hey," the palace maid sneered, "you think of yourself as your master. Are you going to do this service thing if you don't want to do it?"

    "Hey, are you forcing me to kill here?

    Qian Yiqun glanced at the guards who were coming, but there were only six of them.  Including this female Tatar, seven people are really not enough to fill the gap between teeth.  He looked at the guard's saber on the ground.  Just as he was about to walk over and pick it up to kill, he suddenly heard a sweet cry: "Stop!"

    Another maid came out from the ceremony gate.  She combed her long hair neatly and tied it on the top of her head, then divided it into two locks and then combed it into a horizontal bun. The remaining hair was combed into a swallowtail-shaped flat bun and pressed on the back of her neck.  He doesn't turn his neck when he walks, which makes him look very solemn.

    The three-inch-high wooden clogs crunched on the ground. The palace maid stepped forward and said, "This man has a lot of strength, and he seems to know kung fu. Is he a soldier who carries the flag?"

    "Yes." Qian Yiqun is neither humble nor arrogant. Anyway, it's not a big deal to kill him if the performance fails.

    "The young master will definitely be happy to meet such a strong man." The palace maid said, "Haihona, don't hit him. I'll go talk to the young master."

    "Hey." Heihona bent her knees slightly and raised her hands to her ears.

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

    Qian Yiqun thought to himself: This is Shenyang!  I was so busy greeting Huang Taiji and his ancestors that I actually forgot to visit his wife and children!  Oops, I was really rude, okay, okay, yesPeople lead the way.

    After a while, the female official in palace attire came back and said lightly: "My master calls you in, so don't lose your etiquette."

    Qian Yiqun said: "Okay." But there was nothing polite about it.

    The female officer seemed a little hesitant, but finally said: "Come with me."

    Qian Yiqun strode after her, not even raising his eyelids when passing by Haihona.

    After all, the palace in Shenyang is newly built and is far less magnificent than the northern and southern capitals.  The inner court and the outer court were only slightly separated. For the Jurchens, it was a big step towards civilization. At least they no longer lived in tents.  Qian Yiqun only visited a few palaces and felt deeply that the Jurchens' construction techniques were really backward. He didn't see much of them, so he focused on marking the roads.

    The female officer took Qian Yiqun through several ceremonial gates and entered a palace. Two eunuchs stood at the door, and inside were maids.  The palace is a typical three-sided courtyard, with the left and right side halls being considered auxiliary halls, but they are not as good as the wing rooms of wealthy families in the south of the Yangtze River.  When Qian Yiqun saw this, he thought to himself: It seems that the living conditions at my brother's home are higher than those here.

    "En Gu Lun."

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

    Even from Qian Yiqun's point of view, she is considered a beautiful girl.

    She scanned Qian Yiqun and said, "En Gulun, is this the Wuzhen Chaoha who played three?"

    "Master, it's him." En Gulun was the female officer. At this moment, she was standing next to the beautiful girl, lowering her head respectfully.

    "You still haven't paid your respects to the master?" En Gulun changed his face and scolded Qian Yiqun.

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

    Judging from this appearance, Qian Yiqun strongly suspected that this was Bumu Butai of the Borjigit family, the Empress Dowager of Xiaozhuang, who was known as "the most beautiful woman in Mongolia" and had many secret histories.

    Of course, at this time, she was still Huang Taiji's side friend.  However, judging from this age, it seems a bit older, because in Qian Yiqun's impression, Bumu Butai is always a little lolita of thirteen or fourteen years old. Perhaps Qian Yiqun has been influenced by some bad novels.  She was poisoned, so Qian Yiqun suspected that she was Zhezhe.

    The second most beautiful woman in the world.

    She is also Huang Taiji¡¯s first wife, Dafu Jin.

    Bu Mu Butai¡¯s aunt.

    Indeed, Huang Taiji did accept these two aunts and nephews, without any sense of moral integrity at all.  (To be continued. Mobile phone users please go to read.)
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