Dorgon nodded, as long as those people from the Ming Dynasty got off the boat. Now, what he was most afraid of was meeting the people from the Ming Dynasty.

As long as someone from the Ming Dynasty appeared nearby, Dorgon would feel uncomfortable all over and even couldn't eat well.

After casually waving her hand, Ada returned to the door of the restaurant and continued to stand.

"The Ming people are gone! In a few days, we will arrive in New York. After arriving in New York, we will go to Texas.

I heard that the land there is very fertile and very cheap. Let's buy more land and some black slaves.

From now on, we will settle down there." After feeling settled, Dorgon began to look forward to the future.

In the North American territory, the Ming Dynasty's power is very weak. In places like Texas, there are no Ming Dynasty people at all.

As long as you get there, you will be considered safe.

After more than ten years of escaping, I can finally settle down this time.

Dorgon was very happy!

Along the way, the resourceful second brother Daishan died. The sinister Amin died, and the brave Mang Gurtai died.

The lovely little brother Duduo died, and even Jierhalang, who had almost no shortcomings, died.

He survived and became the only blood inheritor of the Aixinjueluo family.

Thinking back to the post-Jin Empire in its heyday twenty years ago, Dorgon felt that what he was experiencing was a dream!

"Did you see that person over there?" Elizabeth pointed to a few people at a huge dining table two or three meters away.

"I saw it, do you know him?" Now Dorgon is very afraid of seeing the people he knows. If possible, he wishes that no one in the world knows him.

"Yes, of course I do. They are Astor and Mrs. Margaret Brown, the rich men of the North American Territory.

Their family is very powerful in New York, and almost one-third of the population of New York is related to their business."

"So awesome!" After hearing Elizabeth's introduction, Dorgon couldn't help but re-examine the people eating at the long dining table.

To be able to have 30% of a city's population working for them, this guy must not be simple.

Dorgon didn't know that New York at this time had a population of only 50,000 or 60,000. It was far inferior to cities in Europe and the Ming Dynasty!

Astor has two beautiful moustache, and his head is shiny with hair wax. But his face is not flattering, it is full of folds, like the bark of an old pine tree.

The upper body looks very fat, but the lower body legs are as thin as a hemp pole. One look at it and you can tell that this guy is a person who does not like to exercise all year round.

Anyway, Dorgon, who had learned some skills in observing people, did not see any sign of being smart and capable on his face.

That Mrs. Margaret Brown was different, she looked almost twenty-six or seventeen years old.

He has a oval-shaped face, big eyes, and a somewhat pointed chin.

The figure cannot be said to be plump, but it can be considered curvy.

Mrs. Margaret Brown's appearance is not quite in line with European aesthetics, but it is very in line with Eastern aesthetics.

In particular, Mrs. Margaret Brown's temperament made Dorgon fall in love with her. This woman seemed to have a faint fluorescent light all over her body.

When people look at it, they feel a sense of holiness.

Beautiful women will make you think of bed!

But a woman with a noble temperament will make you feel afraid to look directly at her. Every dirty year that arises in your heart will make you feel ashamed of yourself.

Mrs. Margaret Brown is such a person. Her image in the Ming Dynasty is that of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

In the West, it may be the Virgin Mary.

"Three years ago, my father and I met them in France. At that time, Lady Margaret was very beautiful. Unexpectedly, three years later, she has become even more feminine.

Let me tell you a secret. I heard that Astor has a physical problem. He is not good at things like men and women in bed.

Until now, the two of them still have no children. Do you think that Mrs. Margaret looks so good, is it possible...!"

Elizabeth smiled and gave Dorgon a wink.

"There is a story that was circulated before the Ming Dynasty. Do you want to hear it?" Dorgon was already used to the debauchery of Russian women.

At night, Elizabeth became even more wanton in bed, so much so that Dorgon felt that her physical strength was a little too much.

Between lovers, sometimes telling some jokes with a bit of color can further promote the relationship between two people. Dorgon is going to tell some jokes with a bit of color!

"Stories from the East? Tell them?" As expected, Elizabeth liked hearing these stories from the East very much.

"There was an emperor in the Ming Dynasty who had more than a hundred concubines in his harem."

"Oh, God. He must be very powerful and can satisfy more than a hundred women." When Elizabeth heard that the emperor had more than a hundred women, Elizabeth's eyes widened with an exaggerated expression.

"...!" Dorgon was a little helpless, telling Westerners about Eastern stories, sometimes there would be such a misunderstanding.

More than a hundred women are so surprised, but the three thousand beauties will scare you to death.

"Elizabeth, you know, one man can't satisfy more than a hundred women no matter what. Even if he is the emperor!" Dorgon could only explain to Elizabeth helplessly.

"Oh! Those more than a hundred women are so unfortunate. It's really hard to live without a man." Elizabeth curled her lips helplessly.

Others don't know, but she can't live without a man anyway.

"So! These more than a hundred beautiful beauties began to get sick as time went on. Each one of them had a withered face and was as sick as a yellow-faced woman.

The emperor had no choice but to find a famous doctor.

After the famous doctor diagnosed and treated the concubines, he told the emperor that he wanted ten strong warriors to help him treat the concubines."

"Oh my God! How can a samurai still cure diseases?" Elizabeth blinked her big beautiful eyes and stared at Dorgon with her light blue eyes.

"The emperor has the same doubts as you!

The famous doctor said that this is the secret recipe of the pharmacist and should not be taught to outsiders.

The emperor was doubtful, but still gave him ten strong warriors.

Three months later, the emperor found that all the concubines in the harem were radiant. They seemed to be more energetic than before they fell ill. The emperor was overjoyed and called over famous doctors and gave them heavy rewards."

"Wow! This famous doctor is so amazing. Can you tell me what kind of medicine he uses?" No woman could resist this temptation. Elizabeth had forgotten to eat, grabbed Dorgon's arm and started shaking him.

"The emperor also asked the same question, but the famous doctor said that this is a doctor's secret. It cannot be said! It cannot be said!"

"Oh!" Elizabeth put down Dorgon's arm helplessly, with a disappointed expression on her face.

Dorgon smiled and took Elizabeth's hand: "The emperor had no choice, so he didn't continue to ask.

The two of them were walking in the harem when they suddenly saw a few sallow and thin men lying on the rockery, lying weakly on the rockery to bask in the sun.

The emperor was very surprised. He pointed at these men and asked the famous doctor, what do they do?

Guess what the famous doctor said?" Dorgon teased Elizabeth.

"What did the famous doctor say?" Dorgon betrayed him at the critical moment, and Elizabeth's curiosity was aroused. She looked at Dorgon eagerly, hoping that he would continue talking.

"The famous doctor said that this is medicine dregs." Dorgon smiled and admired Elizabeth's anxious look, and then smiled and said the answer.

"The story is very exciting, but... what is medicine residue?" Elizabeth blinked her big eyes, and her long eyelashes flapped like a small fan.

"Uh...!" Dorgon decided not to tell Elizabeth any more stories from now on. What Easterners think is common sense, Westerners simply can't understand.

Everyone was in a good mood during dinner, and Elizabeth drank a whole bottle of brandy. In the end, Dorgon had to have her sent back to the cabin.

Dorgon also drank some wine, but he had the habit of taking a walk after meals. If he didn't take a walk after meals, his stomach would be uncomfortable all night.

On the ship, if you want to take a stroll, of course you have to go to the front deck.

At this time, there was no one on the deck.

There is a full moon in the sky, and all around you look up at the dark sea water. Occasionally, you can see white waves, which fleetingly disappear.

There was really nothing to see. People on the ship either went to the casino to play games or drank and chatted in the restaurant and bar. Some of the people in the bottom cabin had already fallen asleep.

They don't have the time and energy compared to those rich and powerful big shots. After the ship arrives in the North American territory, those big shots can rest, but they have to get back to work quickly.

Therefore, they will seize every moment to rest. Being able to sleep peacefully until they wake up naturally is their favorite and happy thing.

There was no one on the deck, and Dorgon was very happy.

Now he is afraid of going to crowded places because God knows if anyone will recognize him. After all, he has met many British dignitaries in India.

I also chatted with many of them and had a lot of fun!

Now, all Dorgon has to do is keep a low profile.

Walking on the deck, the cool sea breeze blew on my face. The wine I just drank seemed to wake me up a little!

We are going to an unknown continent, and everything about that land is just hearsay.

Dorgon also felt a little nervous!

I always think about what I will do if things don’t go smoothly when I get there.

No one around him can really help him, so he has to think and handle everything by himself!

Once the calculation fails, it will not only cost you wealth, but probably your life.

Walking leisurely on the deck, Dorgon saw a figure standing on the dark deck.

Dorgon leaned forward. She was a Western woman. She was wearing a dark fur coat, and her long golden hair was undulating with the sea breeze.
To be continued...