Gou was a member of the imperial family in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 349 Visit
Wang Hai whipped him so hard that he passed out on the spot even though he was strong.

After the torture, Wang Hai was dragged away from outside the tent and sent to a place of detention.

Wang Hai didn't know how long he had been unconscious before he slowly woke up. After waking up, he subconsciously wanted to get up, but as soon as he moved, he felt a tearing pain all over his body and couldn't help but groan.

Wang Hai regained consciousness and opened his eyes. He looked around with great pain and found that he was in an ordinary yurt. There was nothing in the yurt, and he was lying on the ground.

Thinking back to the time before he fainted, Wang Hai gradually remembered everything that had happened before.

At this moment, he did not feel any resentment towards Zhu Shencui, but was just anxious and powerless. All along, Wang Hai had never blamed Zhu Shencui in his heart. As a former slave, if Zhu Shencui had not taken him in, he would have gone to see Changshengtian long ago.

It is because of Zhu Shencui that Wang Hai was able to achieve what he has today from a little slave looked down upon by everyone. During the years with Zhu Shencui, Zhu Shencui never treated Wang Hai as a slave but treated him very well. Not only did he teach him a lot, but he also treated him as his own brother and nephew.

Many times, Zhu Shencui told Wang Hai that he was no longer a slave and that he did not need to call him master anymore. But Wang Hai never changed his words and still regarded himself as a slave, and regarded Zhu Shencui and his wife and Tengger as the most important people in his heart.

To Wang Hai, his life had long been Zhu Shenzhui's, so let alone punishing him, Wang Hai would not even frown even if he was asked to die immediately. Today, Zhu Shenzhui suddenly turned hostile and whipped him ten times, almost beating him to death, but Wang Hai had no complaints in his heart. Instead, he was still worried about Zhu Shenzhui, worried that he would be instigated by others and send troops to Bushitu, thus falling into the trap of Ligdan Khan. If that happened, he would die with regret.

"Master... Master..." Wang Hai clenched his teeth, his face distorted by the pain from the wound. He struggled hard and finally managed to get up with his hands on the ground. At this time, he had not given up. He only wanted to crawl out and call for help. He wanted to tell Zhu Shenzhui not to be fooled by Ligdan Khan, and not to send troops impulsively under the instigation of those bastards!
At this moment, there was a sudden light in the yurt, and the wind from outside blew in through the gap, as if someone had opened the curtain at the door. Wang Hai wanted to turn around to see who it was, but his current state prevented him from making such a move, and this move made his wound even more painful, and he couldn't help but groan.

"Stay down and don't move!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from his ear. Wang Hai was stunned and could not believe his ears.

"Master... Master...?"

Wang Hai tried to turn his head, the light came on, and a man was squatting in front of him with an oil lamp. Wasn't this Zhu Shenzhui, whom Wang Hai was worried about?
"Why is the injury so serious?" Squatting on the ground, Zhu Shenzhui checked Wang Hai's injuries. After these ten whips, Wang Hai's entire back was torn apart. The wound was as split as a child's mouth, with the fat and muscles inside all turned out. The blood was even more connected, some of which solidified and turned black and red, while some was still flowing.

For a moment, Zhu Shenzhui couldn't help but feel a little regretful, secretly cursing the Mongolian guards who were carrying out the execution for being too honest. I said you didn't have to whip him so hard. It was a good thing that Tana stopped him and pleaded for mercy, otherwise it would be strange if Wang Hai was still alive after being whipped thirty times.

"Master..." Wang Hai endured the severe pain and said word by word: "I...I am fine, Master...you...you must not be fooled by the Khan! Once the troops are dispatched, the Khan will definitely not keep his promise. At that time, he will definitely sit back and watch us and Bu Shitu fight to the death. When both sides are defeated, the Khan will come out to clean up the mess..."

"I know... I know..." Zhu Shenzhui nodded silently and whispered to Wang Hai: "I understand all this in my heart. You have suffered today and I have wronged you."

Wang Hai's eyes suddenly lit up and he smiled. Although the smile was a little distorted due to his injuries, it was sincere and without a trace of fakery.

"Master...slave...slave I..."

"Don't say anything else. Just take good care of your injuries these days. Lie down and don't move!" Zhu Shenzui said softly. He took a look at his injuries and frowned again. After thinking for a while, he took out a knife from his arms and cut open the already tattered shirt, revealing his entire back. Then Zhu Shenzui took out a wooden stick and asked Wang Hai to bite it, telling him to bite it tightly, and then took out a wine bag and opened the lid.

When Zhu Shencui poured the liquor in the wine bag on Wang Hai's back, Wang Hai was shocked and his whole body began to tremble violently. He bit the wooden stick tightly, clenched his hands, and let out muffled groans.

"Bear with it!" Zhu Shenzhui said, without stopping his hands. He used strong liquor to clean Wang Hai's wound first, then warmed it with the tip of the knife over the oil lamp, and then picked out the remaining debris in the wound.

After finishing all this, Wang Hai almost fainted. His face turned purple and his body trembled uncontrollably, but he still didn't shout out.

Raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Zhu Shenzhui continued to take out the medicine that he had prepared long ago. This medicine was something he always kept with him. It was not an ordinary medicine, but a top-quality medicine specially prepared by a master of medicine in the Ming Dynasty, which he used to save his life.

After applying the medicine, as the effect of the medicine began to take effect, the pain of the wound was instantly relieved a lot, and a cool feeling rose from his back, making Wang Hai feel much more relaxed. After applying the medicine, Zhu Shenzhui did not bandage Wang Hai, as bandaging the wound like this would not be conducive to healing. He told Wang Hai to work hard these days and endure it. The whip wound looked serious, but he had just checked that there was no broken bone. As long as the wound healed, it would be fine within half a month.

Wang Hai responded. Seeing that he was in low spirits and had just suffered a lot from applying the medicine, Zhu Shenzui didn't say anything more. He just told him to rest and recover and not to worry about anything else. He would come to see Wang Hai again tomorrow.

"Master, rest assured. I...I am waiting for you..." Wang Hai said with a smile. Seeing this, Zhu Shenzhui did not stay for long and got up and left.

When he got outside, Zhu Shenzui gave instructions to the two guards standing guard at the door, then he quietly made a circle and returned to his tent under the cover of night. Tana, who had been waiting for him, hurried forward to ask him. Zhu Shenzui told Tana that Wang Hai was fine, had been given medicine, and he had also made arrangements, and he would recover after a few days of rest.

"That's good, that's good..." Tana breathed a sigh of relief and saw that Zhu Shenzui looked tired. He didn't sleep much last night and such a thing happened today. Tana, who felt distressed, asked Zhu Shenzui to rest early.

Shaking his head, Zhu Shenzhui had no intention of resting. He still had things to do. He immediately asked Tana to grind ink for him and wrote a letter. When Zhu Shenzhui finished writing the letter, the person he had asked Tana to find arrived.

The one who came was a young Mongolian boy, the son of Hatulig, Morge. Because the war was about to start, the affairs of Zhenlubao were temporarily handed over to Hatulig, so Hatulig was the only one among the middle-level tribes who was not present at the meeting today, but his son was now one of Tana's personal guards and was a trustworthy person.

"Sir!" After entering the big tent, Morge hurriedly saluted to Zhu Shenzhui.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Zhu Shenzui couldn't help but recall the first time he came to the grassland. At that time, Morge was still a teenager. After a few years, he had become a warrior like his father.

"Morg!"

"Little is here!"

"Can I trust you?"

Morge's body trembled slightly, and then he said without hesitation: "My lord is the eagle of the grassland and the master of the tribe. I am where I am today because of your care. If you ask me to do anything, I will not frown even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead!"

"Good!" Zhu Shenzhui laughed. This kid is good. He is a straightforward man like his father. More importantly, both father and son are trustworthy people.

"You're going to deliver a letter for me."

"Send a letter?" Morge originally thought that Zhu Shenzhui wanted him to do something important, but he didn't expect that he just wanted him to deliver a letter. He showed a puzzled expression for a moment.

"Yes! Deliver the letter!" Zhu Shenzhui said seriously, "Although it is just a letter, you must protect it as if it were your own life. It must not fall into the hands of others, and your whereabouts must not be known to others. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, sir. The letter is my life. Unless I die, no one can take this letter from me. And I won't let anyone know where I went or what I did." Morge agreed without thinking.

Zhu Shenzui was very satisfied with his attitude. He handed him the sealed letter and asked him to set off immediately, quietly head north at night, reach Guihua City as quickly as possible, and then deliver the letter to Shunyi Wang Bushitu.

Zhu Shenzhui specifically instructed that all his whereabouts must be kept secret and that the letter must not be forwarded but must be delivered to Bu Shitu personally. After delivering the letter, he did not have to come back but could stay with Bu Shitu directly. Someone would naturally contact him at the right time.

Morge hid the letter close to his body, listened carefully to Zhu Shenzhu's instructions, and then bowed and left the tent. After Morge left, Tana, who had been silent, couldn't help but ask Zhu Shenzhu, will this letter really work if it is given to Bu Shitu? Aren't you afraid that Bu Shitu will be suspicious? Or will he go back on his word?
Seeing Tana asking this, Zhu Shenzhui laughed again. He told Tana that he would never believe Bu Shitu. Whether it was Bu Shitu or Lin Danhan, they were all evil wolves. In their eyes, everything could be used, nothing could not be sold, and the only thing they cared about was their own interests.

If Bu Shitu and the Tengger tribe could put aside their past grudges just because of a letter, it would be a joke. Zhu Shenzhui never expected such a result. The real purpose of this letter was not only this, but it was necessary. Next, it depended on Bu Shitu's reaction.

(End of this chapter)