At the turn of summer and autumn, the climate in the south is no different from summer, while the autumn on the northern grasslands is already very obvious. The aquatic plants near the fishing sea gradually faded away their delicious and green colors, and they looked yellow from a distance, and the grass began to bear seeds.

The Tatar tribes moved away by the Ming army's northern expedition a few years ago had already returned to their respective pastures. The Asut tribe where Arutai was located returned to this place with abundant water and grass near the Sea of ​​Fishing. The eunuch Huang Yan was naturally among them.

He was lingering bored on the shore of fishing, sometimes sitting cross-legged, sometimes lying on the sand where there was no grass.

The Tatars often eat meat and milk. Huang Yan not only did not gain weight, but became thinner. The fabric he wore was so dirty that he could not see his true colors. The skin hung on his body like a beggar, his face was dark, and it seemed to be mixed with the color of the soil, and it could not be washed clean no matter how hard it was.

Huang Yan sat up and looked at the fishing sea with his eyes blankly. In the autumn breeze, the lake surface sparkled, the scenery was good, and there was a kind of tranquility and pure beauty between the world.

At first Huang Yan also thought the lake and the grassland looked good; but over time, these scenery became boring, and all that was left was mosquitoes in the grass, and any food and drink smelled of cow dung.

Before, he even had a difficult life. If it weren't for the help of the Tatars who were engaged in business with the Uryanha people, he would have starved to death. It was not until this year that the situation changed. The Tatar nobleman Alutai suddenly found him by knowing Huang Yan's Tatars. Alutai asked Huang Yan to write a letter to the Zhao Mansion of the Ming Dynasty. In return, Alutai casually ordered that the five tents of Tatars were responsible for supporting Huang Yan.

So he had a relatively reliable source of food and clothing.

However, Huang Yan did not live a comfortable life because of this. He did not eat mutton all summer, let alone rice and flour. He mainly ate horse milk, goat milk, a short-tail rat meat, and everything he could eat. In addition, he also felt very bored. The fun of every day was to recall the first half of his life in the Ming Dynasty.

Just then, he heard someone calling: "Eunuch Huang, Eunuch Huang!"

Huang Yan turned his head and saw the Urianha flower girl running towards this side. Huang Yan felt joy in his heart. The flower girl not only speaks Chinese, but also the Mongols who are closest to Huang Yan. Of course, Huang Yan also knew the reason. The Urianha man thought that he had endless gold and silver in the Ming Dynasty money house.

But I saw that the flower boy was a strong and dark man with a thick chest, a beggar-like animal skin hanging on his body, and a familiar smell like a stinking urine. I don’t know who gave him the Chinese name, but the beggar girl probably had a transliteration inaccurate.

"Why are you back so soon?" Huang Yan asked.

The flower boy said in Chinese: "I rode a horse, and I helped Alutai send a letter and came back to receive the reward."

Huang Yan patted the sand on his body and said, "Go to my tent and invite you to have tea."

The flower girl nodded happily. On the grassland, tea is a rare thing. After the Tatars and Han people broke down, they could only obtain it through underground transactions such as the Urianha people, and the price was very high. Ordinary herders would rather chew grass to relieve greasiness, and Huang Yan had chewed that kind of grass, which was as bitter as medicine.

"After passing the pasture of the Urianha people, it is the place of the Korqin people. There was a leader named Adaye, a relative of Alutai. There were Tatars among our group, so they were not stopped and walked very quickly." The flower boy talked happily, and his Chinese words were getting better and better.

The two of them said, walking outside the tent where Huang Yan lived not far away.

A Tatar herder sat at the door of the tent. He looked up at Huang Yan, but ignored it, and was still gnawing on the bare bones. Almost all Tatars do such things, as if the rumination of cows; after eating rabbits, foxes, wolves and other meat, they would not throw the bones, but put them in their pockets, and then take them out and chew them carefully and repeatedly after they had time.

Huang Yan looked around the mud stove, and saw that the fire had not yet been extinguished, so he brought a few pieces of cow dung. Then he found horse milk and thin sliced ​​tea, busy making milk tea, and entertaining flower girls who came from afar.

Thin sliced ​​tea is a black pressed fermented tea. Huang Yan knew that the tea originated from the Sichuan Provincial Administration and was mainly supplied to Tibetans through the Tea Horse Post Road. Because of poor storage, the tea has a musty smell, which is not very delicious anyway, but the Tatars like it very much.

Huang Yan smelled the black film and thought to himself: Who drank this kind of tea when he was in the capital and Peking back then?

The voice of the flower girl said: "The Korqin people have always been in good terms with Alutai, but recently they are more enthusiastic about the Tatars of the Asut tribe than before. I heard someone quietly tell me that Alutai wants to support the Korqin people Adu to be the Khan of the whole Mongolian."

Huang Yan's movements stopped immediately, and he blurted out, "Why are they from Korqin?"

Huapeng said: "Adai, the leader of the Korqin people, is a relative of Alutai and a descendant of Genghis Khan."

Huang Yan whispered: "I have heard that the Mongols in Korqin are not from Kublai Khan. Aren't the great khans over the years all descendants of Kublai Khan?"

The flower boy was not interested, so he said absent-mindedly: "There must be a great khan. Now the Dabari Khan from the Watsen people claim to be Benyari's younger brother, but many people doubt his identity and his bloodline may be fake. When Adai of Korchin became a great khan, the Dabari Khan from the Watsen people will not count."

Huang Yan listened silently as the flower boy spoke there, and threw the black slices into the pot. The news from the flower boy made Huang Yan keenly smell some opportunity. Huang Yan hadn't figured out what was going on for a moment, he was thinking.

The secret letter I wrote to the Zhao Prince's Mansion was made by Huang Yan; of course he knew the content of the letter. The people in the Zhao Prince's Mansion tried to find someone to meet the remnants of the Tatars in Hami after the Tatar envoy had negotiated with the Ming Dynasty.

It was so troublesome that Huang Yan thought that there were some particularly important people in the remnants of the Tatar tribe of Hami, such as Benyali's relatives. Now Arutai has to support the leader of the Korchin tribe before the Benyali's people come back?

Huang Yan has been in the Ming Dynasty for a long time and felt sensitively that something was a bit strange, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment.

"Your news is reliable?" Huang Yan asked in a low voice.

The flower boy thought for a while and said, "It's hard to say. The person who told me the news was the lord-gui of the Korqin tribe. I used to pass by in business and often paid tribute to him."

"Do you want to do business again to make a fortune?" Huang Yan asked.

The flower boy immediately came over and said, "What business?"

Huang Yan pondered for a long time and was a little hesitant.

He wanted to pass the news back to the Zhao palace to please the Ming court.

However, Wang Jinghong and Hou Xian and the old party of Zheng He hated Huang Yan to the core and should not let Huang Yan go. No matter how he pleased him, it would probably be useless. Moreover, he had to take a lot of risks. Huang Yan had been in the Asut tribe of Tatar for several years and finally gained a foothold. Once the Tatars knew that he was scattered, he might be worried.

However, Huang Yan couldn't help but want to try it. The boring days and days were really hard to bear. Sometimes he felt that it was better to die in the Zhao Palace.

Besides, there is still a glimmer of hope for a slight rush. If the Ming Dynasty ruler and minister really wanted Huang Yan to die, a wanted order with a reward was sent to the grassland, and Huang Yan would have been sold for money long ago. In order to make a living, Huang Yan could not have done so.

The flower boy was very interested and asked, "What's the matter?"

Huang Yan took a deep breath, bowed his head and whispered in the flower boy's ear: "Take a secret letter to the Ming Dynasty and hand it over to the officials you know. You must keep it confidential and not let others know. If you do this, you will get a lot of money."

The flower boy asked, "Which money house can you go to to get it?"

Huang Yan shook his head and said, "I ask the person who brought the letter to you, such as Guo Ang from Peking, to 50 taels of gold. Our family wrote it in the letter, and when he saw the secret letter, he would give you gold."

The flower boy looked at Huang Yan with incredible eyes: "What should he do if he doesn't give it?"

Huang Yan said: "I will give it. Our family asked you to run a few times, but when did you run away in vain? The Han people would break their promises and not follow the rules, but the loyalty is still worth a little money, only fifty taels of gold, which the public can afford."

The flower boy asked in a low voice: "The letter of the enemy?"

Huang Yan glanced at him and shook his head and said, "It's not a question of collusion with the enemy, but it's a bit dangerous. We have a saying, wealth and honor are in danger."

The flower boy nodded quickly and said, "Finish."

Huang Yan immediately went to find the pen and ink and wrote the letter. After the flower boy hid the secret letter in the tattered skin, the milk tea was almost cooked. Huang Yan scooped two bowls and started drinking the milk tea with the flower boy.

Not long after, the flower boy wanted to say goodbye. Before he came to meet, he had already gone to Arutai's camp to receive a reward. Now he was about to leave here and return to the Urianha tribe.

Seeing the flower boy off, Huang Yan stood outside the tent, looking at the back of the Urianha for a long time, feeling a little melancholy inexplicably.

Thinking about the fact that when Zheng He's old party turned over and attached himself to the new emperor Zhu Gaoxu, Huang Yan had already failed and would sooner or later be plotted against by Wang Jinghong and his group. When Huang Yan involved the case of Dai Wang's rebellion, he would be completely finished.

Originally, he could die, but Huang Yan still ran away at the beginning. He still lived in this place where no bird lays eggs. It was really not easy to die. When he just ran away, he thought he would be wanted, but as a few years passed, almost no one paid attention to him. The Ming Dynasty regarded him as an irrelevant person, as if he had forgotten it. Sometimes Huang Yan even hoped that he would be wanted and was arrested back to the Ming Dynasty.

Huang Yan believed that his biggest mistake was that he failed to calm down and began to alienate the relationship between Zheng He and the royal family in the Hongxi Dynasty. If he hadn't done this, he might have some chance until the Wude Dynasty thought of a solution.
Chapter completed!