Chapter 1324 Enjoy the Moment

Under the Aobao Mountain, the Northern Yuan camp stretched for more than ten miles, brightly lit. It is more appropriate to call it a city on the grassland than a camp.

In the center of this grassland city is the Northern Yuan's Ordo.

'Ordo' means 'palace' in Mongolian. In the history of the Mongols and Yuan Dynasty, Ordo was not only the residence of the emperor and his concubines, but also the location of the court of the Mongols and Yuan Dynasty.

It was surrounded by fences and trenches to separate the nobles from the common people. Inside the fences, the Northern Yuan emperor's Qiexue Army guarded the palace to ensure the safety and privacy of the nobles.

The largest and most luxurious palace tent in the center of Ordo is called 'Xila Ordo', and 'Xila' means yellow in Mongolian. This yellow palace tent is the 'imperial palace' of the Northern Yuan emperor Toghon Temur.

Although the people outside the Ordo were poorly fed and clothed, and lived in poverty, at least in this 'imperial palace', they could still vaguely feel the glory and prosperity of the Yuan Empire. Its outer wall was covered with white felt, the ceiling was made of woven gold, and the interior was covered with gorgeous carpets, which were very luxuriously decorated.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and only this "imperial palace" was brightly lit in the entire Northern Yuan camp. In the light and melodious sound of the horse-head fiddle, the beautiful Hu Ji danced barefoot on the carpet to entertain the Northern Yuan Emperor Toghon Temur and his princes and ministers.

Toghon Temur loved to feast all night long, almost day after day, even on the march. He would get drunk every time he drank, and his alcoholism was very serious.

His behavior was understandable. Toghon Temur was the second son of Emperor Shun of the Yuan Dynasty. It was not his turn to be the Khan. However, his eldest brother Emperor Zhaozong's only son, Mailibala, was captured by the Ming army for five years before being released. He no longer had the trust of the princes and ministers, so after his eldest brother's death, Manzi and Kharazhang actually helped him to the Khan position.

Toghon Temur became the third emperor of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

This was not an easy job. The Northern Yuan Dynasty had been lingering until now. Not only was there no hope of restoration, but even its own survival was in question. What was it like to be such an emperor? Moreover, he was displaced all day long, living from hand to mouth, and under great mental pressure. Instead of being awake in pain, it was better to be drunk all day long.

"Come on, my dear ministers, let's drink another bowl." Toghon Temur picked up the golden bowl. Because of long-term excessive drinking, his hands trembled slightly involuntarily, and a lot of mare's milk wine was spilled.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night. I think we should finish this bowl and then end it." Prime Minister Shi Liemen persuaded: "We have already drunk ten jars."

"The Prime Minister is spoiling the fun again." Toghon Temur held up two fingers and said with a big tongue: "Ten jars are nothing. We should drink at least twenty jars!"

"Hahaha, good! Come on, drink, drink!" The princes and nobles cheered loudly. As the saying goes, it takes two hands to clap. It is precisely because of a group of "like-minded" ministers that Toghon Temur will never get tired of it and feast all day long.

Of course, there are also those who can't stand it, such as Prime Minister Shi Liemen and Taibao Manzi. These loyal old ministers have been loyal and unswervingly supporting the royal family for twenty years since Emperor Shundi of Yuan Dynasty moved north. In the end, they protected such a thing. Can they feel happy?

Shi Liemen is the prime minister. He has to take care of the emperor's face and can't make the relationship stiff. But Manzi was a leader of the troops, and he was a strong-willed man. He didn't want to play along, so he kept a straight face and refused to drink.

"Why doesn't the general drink?" This was not the first or second time that he had done this. Usually, Toghon Temur would just ignore it, but when he got drunk, he became unreasonable. Toghon Temur had forgotten his own regime at this moment, and was completely supported by Manzi and Kharajang. He stared at him with sleepy eyes and said, "Are you going to disobey the emperor's order?"

"The emperor is drunk." Manzi said with a stern face, "You should go to rest first. When you sober up tomorrow, you can issue an imperial decree to punish me for drinking."

"I have to continue drinking tomorrow." Toghon Temur said drunkenly, "I don't have the time to punish you."

"Taibao, drink quickly, don't spoil the emperor's fun." The princes also advised from the side, "That's right, isn't it just a bowl of wine?"

"Humph!" Manzi couldn't listen any more, and slammed the table, scolding the princes, "It's because of you, a bunch of flatterers, who always do evil for the emperor, that the emperor has become addicted to alcohol!"

"Who do you think is sick ? "Toghon Temur was unhappy, and he also slapped the table and said: "Grandpa, don't go too far! Do you really think I dare not deal with you?"

"Your Majesty, calm down." Shi Liemen hurriedly mediated and said: "Grandpa has a straightforward temper, you know it, he is just worried that the emperor will get sick from drinking."

"I don't need him to worry, if he gets sick from drinking, he will get sick, the sooner he dies, the sooner he will be reborn." Toghon Temur spoke the truth after drinking: "I was chased to Mobei by the Ming army, and then chased to Buyuerhai by Yesudiel. At the slightest sign of trouble, I migrated eastward again, and then went eastward to Xing'an Mountains!"

As he said this, his face flushed and his neck thick, choking with sobs: "Has there ever been such an embarrassed emperor since ancient times? I am a bandit, a dog that has lost its home!"

"So you have to cheer up, Your Majesty!" The barbarian said loudly.

"What's the point of cheering up?!" Toghon Temur shouted even louder, "My brother was determined to restore the Yuan Dynasty. He never slacked off or enjoyed a day of happiness. But what happened? He was driven from Shangdu to Khorum, then from Khorum to Jinzhou, and finally directly to Mobei. He died young! Tell me, what's the point of cheering up? It will only bury more people in vain."

"Your Majesty, the previous situation was indeed very passive," Manzi's expression also darkened. As the commander-in-chief of the three armies, he had to bear a great responsibility for the country's decline. But he immediately encouraged Toghon Temur:

"But that's because Nahachu has been reluctant to join us. Our civil and military officials, as well as most of the army's people, are in his hands. We are alone and of course it is difficult to move forward."

"However, at the moment, Nahachu has nowhere to go and can only lead the people north!" Manzi became more and more excited as he spoke: "As long as we unite our troops, we will immediately become the strongest force in Mobei. At that time, we don't have to hide from place to place. We can lead the army to counterattack and destroy Yesudiel and the Chagatai Khanate, and reunify Mobei!"

"By then, Your Majesty will be the lord of the revival of my Yuan Dynasty. It will not be a luxury to go south again to restore my old capital!" After Manzi finished speaking, he found that the emperor and the princes were still indifferent, and their expressions did not change.

"It's good that Nahachu can come, otherwise I wouldn't be waiting for him here until now. But Grand Master, don't be too optimistic." Then Toghon Temur said calmly: "It's already the end of August, and the deadline you agreed with Nahachu is coming soon. If he was going to come, he would have come long ago. But there is no movement until now, so it's probably a failure."