Chapter 04: History

Chu Ying looked at me strangely: "Buxiya Mala... it's you! Dong Ge, don't scare me, you look so unfamiliar like this..."

Yes

"Oh, is that so?" Bai Yinda shifted his gaze away from me and cast a meaningful glance at Chu Ying, suddenly bursting into laughter. He paid no mind to the hostile look Chu Ying shot at him, and continued to lead his horse around to the other side of the lake, singing loudly in his rough voice as he walked: "My beautiful girl, oh—come to my side..."

A hand quietly patted my back, and I was filled with anger, forcefully pushing him away

What kind of time and space have I arrived in

Hiss... I gasped, and my first reaction upon struggling out of his embrace was to wipe the saliva from my lips with the back of my hand. Oh God! Oh Buddha! What kind of world is this! Why are all the children here acting like they are in such a hurry!

At this moment, I truly feel as if I have lost the will to live

Oh? Bai Yinda smiled gloomily, "So, that old fellow Bu Zhai has already decided to betroth the first beauty to Nurhaci? The Yehe and Jianzhou clans... Hehe, another alliance through marriage..."

Ah— I truly want to scream in despair, not knowing if I can ever return. If I am to be considered as borrowing a corpse to return to life, does that mean I must wait until this physical body passes away before my soul can be liberated

I shudder involuntarily

I glanced at him sideways, only to see his face turn ashen with anger, his body slightly trembling, and it seemed as if he truly wanted to pounce on me and strangle me immediately

I instinctively spread my legs to escape, but he grabbed the small braid at the back of my head and yanked me back.

I pushed him away in a frenzy, and with my limited and superficial knowledge of history, the only era I can vaguely grasp is the prosperous reign of Kangxi and Qianlong after the Qing Dynasty entered the Central Plains. ... But what comes before that ...? ... What was before that?

I am truly angry, although it is indeed unbecoming of an elder to be angry with a child who is only half my age, but where in modern times can one find such an annoying little rascal

Who is Buxiyamala? Although I vaguely sensed that something was wrong, I was still very afraid to know the truth

"Let go of me! You little brat!" Without any courtesy, I landed a punch on his jaw. Unfortunately, "Dong Ge"'s strength was quite limited, and Chu Ying's head only tilted slightly. When he turned his head back, the expression of shock and anger on his face startled me.

You little rascal! Do you really think that I, your aunt, won't show my power? Do you take me for a sick cat?

What happened in 1592 that I can know? I am panting heavily, damn it, why do the female protagonists in novels generally travel back to the prosperous era of the Kangxi and Qianlong reigns, and then, relying on their extensive historical knowledge, can command the winds and rains? Yet I have the misfortune of traveling back over a hundred years later?

Chu Ying dragged me behind her, staring nervously at that person

Ah... I wipe my lips with the back of my hand, smiling weakly, "Then what about Dong Ge? Who is Dong Ge? Why does everyone call me that?"

"Buxiyamala must stay in Feiala City, it is not necessary to marry me, Ah Ma!" Chu Ying argued fiercely.

Ah! My scalp was almost lifted off, I stumbled backward, but he caught me with his arm around my lower back. I could only stare in shock at his suddenly lowered face, feeling a chill on my lips as he firmly kissed me.

Hehe. At that moment, someone suddenly laughed out loud behind me

Chu Ying furrowed her brows and looked at me: "Do you really dislike me that much?"

"Your father... Nurhaci..." I felt so sad that I wanted to cry, but my eyes were so dry that not a single tear could be shed. "Is your father Aisin Gioro Nurhaci?"

Let me die! Or I could just faint completely! In any case, it is certainly better than being shaken apart by him.

Nurhaci ... ... Jianzhou. ... ... I cannot suppress the tremors throughout my body, and I cannot stop no matter what.

I vomited all the cabbage I had eaten early in the morning, completely intact. As I choked and tears streamed down my face, I had to endure the endless nausea.

"Dong Ge!" Chu Ying exclaimed, squatting down and looking at me anxiously, "Why did you vomit again?"

"Do you really not remember the past?" He seemed even more agitated than I was, suddenly grabbing my shoulder and shaking it vigorously, "Right here, right here, the words you spoke to me, how could you forget them completely?"

During the reign of the Wanli Emperor of the Ming Dynasty...! ... It turns out that the name of the Wanli Emperor was Zhu Yijun?! What events occurred during the reign of the Wanli Emperor?! In an instant, I could not recall anything, only vaguely remembering that the Wanli Emperor in the Forbidden City of Beijing was a miserly emperor who had not attended the morning court for twenty-five consecutive years, a scoundrel who had only met with court officials once!

I was jolted as if struck by lightning when he shouted the five words "Bu Xi Ya Ma La"

What kind of historical period is this? ... Nurhaci ... ... Nurhaci in his thirties. ... ... ... Nurhaci during the late Ming Dynasty ... . ... I racked my brain, desperately digging through my scant historical knowledge, but to no avail

Dong Ge—this is your nickname! It is because your aunt calls you this, so everyone refers to you this way. Do you not like it?

His expression darkened, and a storm of anger surged in his eyes

I grasped his wrist tightly, my nails digging deeply into his flesh, and with a grim smile, I asked: "Tell me! Then who am I? Who exactly am I?"

She will not go with you! Buxiyamala has said that she wants to stay in Feiala City forever

Looking at his face, which still bore a hint of childishness, and thinking of his father, I couldn't help but shiver. How did I not notice it at first? How did I not think of it at first? ... The Year of the Dragon in the Renchen cycle ... ... Nurhaci ... ... ... The reign of the Ming Emperor Shenzong during the Wanli era ...

I mockingly chuckle to myself. Oh, celebrities, how many modern individuals like me can truly witness the grandeur of celebrities in this world

The greatest problem ahead is this body

"Indeed, I will set off this afternoon. Nurhaci has asked me to have a meal before I leave." Bayindali was speaking to Chu Ying, but his eyes were fixed intently on me. When he noticed me observing him as well, he suddenly broke into a grin, reached out, and gently brushed my chin. Although he was immediately blocked by Chu Ying, he laughed heartily as if it were of no concern: "Buxiyamala, come back to Huifa with me. Haven't you grown tired of staying in Jianzhou for so long? I assure you, Huerqi City will be far more interesting than Feiala City."

I remain silent; in fact, apart from being busy continuing to regurgitate bile, I simply cannot spare my mouth to respond to him

I crouched down in agony, continuing to vomit bile

From 1582 to 1616, it was not until she was 34 years old that Bu Xiyamala Xiangxiaoyu perished. Does this mean that I still have to endure in this time and space for another twenty years or so

You said you like Feiara, you like the people here, just like your own family, you long to be able to live here forever

Perhaps frightened by my bleak and desperate sneer, Chu Ying trembled and shouted: "You are Yehenara Buxiya Mala! I don't care whether you remember the past or not, in any case, I will never let you marry me, Ama!" He pulled hard, and I was dragged into his embrace

Oh my goodness! ... There is no electricity here, no air conditioning, no heating, no television, no mobile phone ...! ... And even more so, there is no digital camera, which I cherish the most!

Let go... I shouted hoarsely

Suddenly turning around, I saw a young man slowly approaching, leading a horse. When he reached me, a false smile was plastered on his face: "Ah, the most beautiful woman of the Jurchen tribe, we meet again..."

Greetings! You should have taken your people back to Huihua today!

He sings joyfully, yet within my inner world, a tremendous wave has already been stirred up

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck, and I couldn't help but recall the Chinese characters inscribed on the ancient tombstone: Bu Xiya Mala (1582 - 1616) — of course, I was ten years old, which means it was the year 1592!

I was somewhat curious, secretly glancing from behind Chu Ying—he had a square face and dark skin, which did not seem to resemble that of a treacherous person, yet the smile on his face truly made it difficult for me to feel any goodwill towards him

It is nauseating, with intermittent spasms in the stomach and a dull pain in the heart

Are you disgusting? Didn't you see me just now, throwing up uncontrollably? My mouth still has a sour taste. Is this little lecher experiencing the stirrings of puberty, wanting to try with anyone he encounters?