"What? Royal family of Rakshasa Kingdom?"

When Kangxi heard this, he couldn't help but widened his slender red phoenix eyes and looked at Fuquan in shock.

Not only was he surprised, the old monk Xingchi sitting opposite him, Danfeng, who looked very similar to Kangxi, also had a look of consternation clearly in his eyes. At the same time, several questions quickly ran through his mind.

The Rakshasa Kingdom is far away in the cold north, separated from the Central Gate of the Qing Dynasty by the entire Mobei and Monan Mongolia, but Mount Wutai is located in Shanxi Province. Why do the royal family of the Rakshasa Kingdom come all the way here? Who are these people?

Is it coming for him? Or is it coming for his emperor’s son?

Fuquan looked at himself and said something that completely ruined the warm atmosphere where the father and son had breakfast together. His third brother and Khan Ama both had frowning and worried faces, and couldn't help but frown.

Putting his fist on the table, he touched the warm hat on his head with a little embarrassment and added:

"Your Majesty, what is the specific relationship between that young man and the Tsar? The servant has not been able to figure it out yet, but the token he is wearing around his neck does seem to be something belonging to the royal family, and the young man is tall and handsome, and he looks like a

It has a background."

"He couldn't speak Manchu, and his Chinese was very poor, so the slaves separately interrogated the adults who protected him. I heard from those idiots who could speak Chinese that they were ordinary Rakshasa merchants, and they were just on the sidelines every day.

While selling goods, I traveled around the mountains and rivers of the Qing Dynasty. I just happened to be near Mount Wutai some time ago. I knew this was a holy land of Buddhism, so I came up curiously to have a look. But I felt that this group of people was very noble. It was really

Not like ordinary people.

"My servant doesn't speak Rakshasa, and none of the guards accompanying me can speak Rakshasa. That's why I went up the mountain all night to look for you to see what I should do."

After Kangxi listened to Fuquan's words, his right hand resting on the armrest of the armchair subconsciously turned the jade ring finger on his hand, frowning in thought.

As early as the ninth year of Kangxi, the second year after he had just stumbled upon Obai's pro-government, the Rakshasa Kingdom sent envoys to the Forbidden City to meet him for the first time. However, those people's words and deeds were quite impolite. I was seventeen at the time.

At the age of 18, he couldn't speak Rakshasa language, and he was concerned about the San Francisco and the Mongols in the south, so he suppressed the arrogance of those idiots and started to study Rakshasa language diligently. Now it really comes in handy.

He tapped the wooden handrail with his fingers and said thoughtfully:

"Khan Amma, second brother, I am very sure that I have not received news that the Russian envoy is coming to the Qing Dynasty this year. If this young man is really from the Rakshasa royal family, I estimate that he probably smuggled to the Qing Dynasty with the caravan."

"Then doesn't this mean that there has been great turmoil within the Rakshasa Kingdom's royal family that we don't know about in recent years?"

Fuquan couldn't help but move his buttocks on the chair, looked at Kangxi and murmured.

The old monk Xing Chi, who was sitting opposite the two brothers, listened to what the two sons said, picked up the porridge on the table and drank it by himself.

Most of the people in the Rakshasa Kingdom are big men with big beards. Although Monan Mongolia is now completely annexed to the Qing Dynasty, Mobei Mongolia, which borders the Rakshasa Kingdom to the north, has been under the control of Ama Huang Taiji since then.

After the collapse, his attitude towards the Rakshasa and the Qing Dynasty had been somewhat ambiguous since he came to power, regardless of the fact that Khan Amma had decided to offer "Nine White Camels, One White Horse and Eight" to the Qing Dynasty every year.

Not to mention the regulations on "paying tribute", it is like a piece of grass blowing in the wind, falling to whichever side it is strong.

But when he was young, he was unable to do what he wanted. In addition, not long after the Qing Dynasty entered the country, the people's sentiments were turbulent. He was busy with internal affairs and could not spare his hands to clean up the mess in Mobei. Now, like San Francisco and Treasure Island, everything is left to him.

His son Xuan Ye came to manage it. Thinking of this, Xing Chi sighed in his heart, feeling that he was really a bit too much when he was young!

Kangxi didn't know that his Khan Ama was despising him in his heart. At this time, he was brainstorming crazily in his mind, and his eyes were shining, thinking about what if his second brother was so lucky that the boy he caught this time was the tsar's.

His biological son, what kind of political goals can he use this young man to achieve, and how can he take the opportunity to bite off a large piece of Tsarist Russia in the north.

Since he ascended the throne at the age of eight, Khan Galdan of Mongolia Junggar in Mongolia has been ambitious and wants to invade eastward, and Mobei has not sincerely joined him. He not only has to guard against the alliance between Moxi and Mobei

He rose up and devoured Monan under his nose, and he was always worried that one day Mobei Mongolia would fall to Rakshasa. Therefore, in these years, he has continued the alliance and flag system established by his ancestors for the three major tribes in Mobei.

It is divided and divided again, and internal fighting continues, without taking care of others.

However, in recent years, the Rakshasa Kingdom has frequently attacked Shengjing, Heilongjiang, and the soldiers and civilians in the Songhua River Basin. Repeated warnings have no effect.

He once personally wrote a letter to the Tsar, asking him to extradite the Daur chief Ghent Mulben and others who had rebelled to the Rakshasa Kingdom back to the Qing Dynasty, and to stop sending troops to harass the border between the two countries. However, the Rakshasa Tsar never gave him any advice.

He wrote back that Kangxi had always felt that the Tsar was too arrogant before. Now this Rakshasa boy, who was suspected to be a relative of the Tsar, suddenly appeared in the deep mountains and forests, making Kangxi couldn't help but think of a question that he had never thought about:

Does the Rakshasa Kingdom still have a tsar? Or is their tsar still alive?

The three people at the dinner table were each thinking about their own things. For a moment, the Zen room was extremely quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were the shallow breathing of a few people and the howling north wind outside.

Liang Jiugong, who was standing next to the bamboo screen as a background for chatting, looked at the father and son sitting in front of the table in silence. He couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at the glass window on the north wall. Seeing the sky outside, the door had already closed before he knew it.

It was bright, but there was a white mist covering it, and the visibility was very low. He squinted and looked carefully for a while, and then he realized that it seemed to be snowing outside.

The snow falling in the mountains is really not a good thing for this group of people to enjoy the snow. Liang Jiugong couldn't help coughing twice, lowered his head slightly and said softly:

"Your Majesty, it's daybreak and it's starting to snow outside."

Hearing Liang Jiugong's voice, the father and son came back to their senses. They turned and looked at the window on the north wall in unison, and indeed they saw fine and dense snow drifting down from the eaves.

Xing Chi, who had also served as the Qing Emperor and knew the importance of this Rakshasa group, lightly shook the Buddhist string hanging on his right hand twice, stood up from his chair, smiled at Kangxi and Fuquan and said:

"Heavy snow in this mountain sometimes lasts for several days at a time. If the mountain is blocked by heavy snow, it may miss the emperor's business. The sincerity of the emperor and his family members who took the trouble to come to Wutai Mountain to pray for the Qing Dynasty must have been reflected by the Buddha.

I have received it. I won’t keep the emperor and prince here much. The emperor should pack up his luggage as soon as possible and take his family down the mountain back to the inn early."

Seeing their Khan Ama standing up, the Kangxi brothers did not dare to sit down anymore, and hurriedly stood up from their chairs. Kangxi, who understood the meaning of Xingchi's words, couldn't help but clasped his hands and called Xingchi a Buddha's name, and then

Looking at the old monk sincerely and with a little nostalgia, he asked warmly:

"Khan Ama, Xuan Ye is leaving for this trip, and I don't know when he will be free to come here again. Do you have anything to tell Xuan Ye? Or is there something that Xuan Ye needs to take with him?

"

After Fuquan followed Kangxi and saluted Xingchi with his hands folded, his heart was full of mixed feelings, which were quite complicated and difficult to describe. He never thought that from knowing that his Khan's Ama was still alive to bidding farewell to his own Khan's Ama, he just said

It took less than half an hour, but after all, he had entered his thirties, became a husband, and a father. He could clearly prioritize things and knew that the most important thing at the moment was to find out the Rakshasa in the inn as soon as possible.

As a young man, he can still come to Wutai Mountain if there is a chance in the future.

The old monk Xingchi standing next to the chair looked at the brothers carefully for a while with a smile in his eyes, then lowered his head and took the two strings of Buddhist beads wrapped around his right hand. Under Kangxi's puzzled eyes, he handed them to him, smiling.

He explained:

"I heard from the emperor yesterday that the twins will be pregnant in the middle of next month. This bracelet, which I have been holding for more than 20 years, should be regarded as a gift for them."

"Khan Ama, this is impossible."

When Kangxi heard that the two sandalwood bracelets in his hands turned out to be the things that his mother had used for half his life, he hurriedly stuffed them back, shook his head and refused.

Things that have been used for more than 20 years have long become a part of one's body. It is so unaccustomed to give them away so suddenly!

Xing Chi pushed Kang Xi's hand back with a smile and added:

"Your Majesty, these two young brothers are also rare people in the royal family who have the wisdom and connection with Buddhism. I can't find anyone else who is destined to have this bracelet except them."

The third time he heard that his two young sons were related to Buddhism, Kangxi couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

He really couldn't accept his son who was going to become a monk anymore. He looked down at the two shiny sandalwood bracelets on the quilt and thought about it. These two little guys were following him all day long to chant sutras with Khan Amma. It was also true that he thought so.

Those who have a little bit of Buddha nature, Buddhist things are always blessed, so just think of this as a greeting gift from your own Khan to his grandsons.

After thinking about it this way, Kangxi felt much better, and he put the two bracelets into his arms without any further excuses.

After Xingchi saw Kangxi put away the things, he slowly turned around and walked back to the half-length cabinet by the north wall. He opened the cabinet door and bent down to take out a carved wooden box. He returned holding the wooden box.

He handed his hands to Kangxi and said with a smile:

"This wooden box contains several Buddhist scriptures that I copied for the Empress Dowager. I also asked the emperor to deliver them to me. I don't want to talk about the past. I sincerely hope that she can be healthy and everything goes well and enjoy her old age."

Hearing this, the eyes of the two brothers suddenly lit up. It can be said that they both relied on the protection of their royal mothers when they were young to grow up well. They have always had a deep feeling for the empress dowager.

Now, if the Queen Mother could see the Buddhist scriptures that their Khan Ama had copied for her, even if the mother and son did not meet, I think the Queen Mother would still be happy in her heart.

Liang Jiugong, who was standing at the screen, also stepped forward hurriedly and winkingly. With a warm smile on his face, he respectfully took the wooden box from the old monk Xingchi and held it in his hands.

"It's getting late, I will send the emperor and the prince away from the temple now."

After Xing Chi handed the wooden box to Liang Jiugong, he stretched out his right hand and made a "please" gesture sideways. The two brothers also nodded and followed his own steps.

When the four people hurriedly walked out of the Zen room and stood on the bluestone-paved path outside the temple door, they realized that the sky above their heads was very gloomy, with a slight yellow tinge.

The fluttering snowflakes were also falling thickly. The red persimmon trees not far away were already covered with white snow. The yellow leaves on the ginkgo trees were also blown everywhere by the cold wind, and then they were all covered with snowflakes one by one.

It was pressed to the ground and couldn't fly.

Kangxi and Fuquan both wore thick warm hats on their heads. Snowflakes scattered on their hats and quickly melted into the fur.

Kangxi watched the snowflakes fall directly on the bald head of his Khan Amma, which was dotted with ring scars. The red cassock draped on him looked even redder under the white snow.

He didn't feel it when he was in the meditation room just now, but seeing the wing room so close, the feeling of separation in Kangxi's heart was like a heavy stone pressing on his heart.

He is different from his brothers. He is busy with government affairs, coupled with the preparations for the emperor's trip, which is inconvenient. Now he, Khan Ama, is also an old man, and this Wutai Mountain is not like the Forbidden City.

Likewise, there are imperial doctors with superb medical skills and all kinds of fine medicinal materials on hand at all times, so that in case any noble master becomes unwell, he can be consulted in time.

It is very likely that the father and son will never meet again after this meeting. Thinking of this, Kangxi's throat became a little tight, and he couldn't help but clench the big hand on his side, and turned sideways to Xing Chi and asked in a low voice

road:

"Khan Ama, do you really have nothing to entrust to Xuan Ye?"

Xing Chi led three people around a corner and saw from a distance the imperial concubine wearing an orange winter coat with white fox fur inlays on the collar and cuffs, and the crown prince wearing an autumn fragrant winter robe greeting the palace.

People packed up and saluted, and a group of thickly wrapped little carrot heads were running happily around the yard. There were also two short, silly little grandsons who were raising their little heads and opening their mouths to eat the food floating from the sky.

snowflake.

Seeing his children and grandchildren looking harmonious and warm, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckled:

"I have nothing special to say to the emperor. I just hope that the emperor can always remember that you are the emperor and you must set an example for all people."

"I was incompetent when I was young. I only hope that the emperor can regard me as a negative example and truly care about the people so that they can live and work in peace and contentment and live a happy life."
To be continued...