As soon as Yinreng walked to the entrance of Fengxian Hall and saw the mahogany door closed, he immediately wanted to push the door open and lean in to rush in. The big hat attached to the front of the apricot cloak not only covered his head with the black
The mink melon skin warm hat was tightly covered, and the soft and fluffy white fox fur inlaid around the big hat was blown by the cold wind and fell in all directions.
"Your Highness, the Emperor is here, but he has ordered that no one can enter and disturb him."
When Liang Jiugong saw the little prince's movements, his eyelids jumped and he immediately moved to the side to block the entrance of the palace. He held the wooden handle of the ram's horn palace lantern with his left hand, stretched his right arm to block Yinreng, and said with some embarrassment.
"Eunuch Liang, I am the son of Khan Amma and not someone else. Now Khan Amma is very sad. If you don't let me go in to comfort him, are you planning to let Mother Uku and Mother Huang brave the wind all the way?"
Is the snow coming from the west?"
Yinreng was not annoyed when he was stopped, but raised his head slightly and discussed seriously with Liang Jiugong who was standing in front of him.
Liang Jiugong was stunned when he heard this. He had been serving Kangxi for nearly twenty years and had never heard someone say so bluntly, "The emperor is sad, and he wants to go in to comfort him." He lowered his head and looked at the little prince.
With clear black and white eyes, I couldn't help but feel soft-hearted and felt that I couldn't say my words of rejection.
He Zhuer glanced at the young master beside him and spoke in a low voice: "Master, the person who untied the bell must also tie the bell. Although it is not exactly the same, the principles are the same. I think you can go in and talk to the emperor at this time.
His Highness is the only one."
Liang Jiugong understood what his apprentice meant. The emperor was frustrated by the two new little brothers. Of course, he also needed to see other healthy and alert sons to mend the wounds in his heart. After lowering his eyes and thinking deeply for a while,
He also decided to disobey the emperor's order today. He took back his steps and whispered to the young prince: "Your Highness, you can go in alone. The master and the apprentice will guard you and the emperor well outside."
Yinreng nodded and then stretched out his hands to touch the two wooden doors. Without exerting much effort, he heard a "squeak" sound and the wooden door was pushed open a small gap from the outside, and the biting cold wind blew.
The snowflakes floating down from the eaves got through the gap. The little prince took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold and walked in. Liang Jiugong, who was standing outside, followed closely behind and gently pulled the door knocker and gave it to him again.
The wooden door was closed.
Due to the sudden influx of cold air from outside the hall, the warm hall where the earth dragon was burning caused the candles placed on the lotus candlesticks on both sides to sway uncontrollably under the alternation of hot and cold air, even if they were covered with gauze lampshades.
Several times, the screen placed at the door embroidered with a map of the entire Qing Dynasty was illuminated and flickered.
Yinreng took off the big cloak on his head that was somewhat blocking his sight, raised his hand to flick off the snowflakes on his body, then walked straight around the big screen and walked in. When he saw it, he saw a tall picture that occupied half of the hall.
On the altar table, there are several rows of sacred tablets of ancestors.
There is also a large enamel incense burner with two vertical ears placed under the sacred tablet, as well as more than a dozen plates of fresh flowers and fruits for worship.
Yinreng caught a glimpse of the tall and thick royal incense inserted in the big incense burner. Only a few red dots were left, and it was obviously about to burn out. He thought that this should be the incense that his Khan Ama put on after he came here. He just took a few steps.
He walked to the long table covered with bright yellow silk next to the altar table and picked up a new incense stick. He removed the lampshade outside the candle on the table table and lit the new incense. Then he put the lampshade back and held the lower end of the incense stick with both hands.
When he came to the altar table, he bowed down and worshiped the sacred tablet devoutly. Then he stepped forward and stood on tiptoes to insert the new incense into the large incense burner on the altar table.
Seeing the green smoke rising straight up, the little prince thought that his ancestors must have eaten the incense he ordered, and was about to continue to the inner hall. Who knows, he just raised his steps and turned around when he felt
Something seemed to be stepped on under his feet. Yinreng lowered his head in confusion and saw that the black mink cloak that his Khan Ama usually wore seemed to have lost its former luster, lying quietly on the altar table.
Beside the table legs, the snowflakes stuck to the outside of the cloak had already been heated and melted, turning into small water droplets that slid down the short mink fur on the surface and moistened the carpet under the altar table.
Yinreng sighed and pursed his lips, then bent down to pick up the cloak and patted it a few times to remove the water droplets stuck on it. Then he put it on the carved chair and walked quickly towards the inner hall.
As soon as he entered the inner hall, the young prince saw several large portraits of his ancestors hanging on the walls. The most conspicuous one was his Dama Fa (great-grandfather) Nurhachi, and the portrait next to him was his Ong Kumar.
Fa (great-grandfather) Huang Taiji, the first two are both sitting on the dragon chair in the posture of gold and iron, wearing bright yellow dragon robes. They were painted when they were middle-aged and old. The one in the ranking is obviously a young-faced one.
The portrait of the young man is exactly that of Hanma Fafulin, who unfortunately contracted smallpox and died young at the age of twenty-four.
At this moment, his Khan Amma, who was older than Khan Mafa in the portrait, was like a child who made a mistake and was being punished. She was kneeling on the futon with her back to him, her head lowered and her back straight.
The position was right in the middle of the portraits of Tadamafa and Ongkumafa. The flickering candlelight around them illuminated the portraits of the ancestors, and even the shadow of his Khan Amma also swayed a few times.
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For the first time, Yinreng saw Kangxi like this, decadent, helpless, confused, depressed, and with the empty inner hall. For a moment, he felt that he was luckier than Khan Ama. He felt sad that there was Khan Ama, and there was
Aunt, with Xiaosi accompanying him, he could go to Chuxiu Palace to talk to his aunt when he felt sad, but when Khan Amma felt uncomfortable, she could only come and kneel quietly in front of these lifeless portraits.
Although Khan Mafa has been rebellious all his life, when he ascended the throne at the age of six, he still had his biological mother by his side. Even though he and Aunt Ukumar were at odds with each other and did not deal with each other, after all, they were biological mother and son, and their blood was thicker than water.
Family ties are constantly cut and cut. When Khan Amma ascended the throne at the age of eight, his Khan Amma was already gone. Her biological Queen Mother, who had a low status, spent her whole life in the harem and could not wait for Khan Amma to show her filial piety.
It's only been a year.
Khan Amma lost his parents when he was less than ten years old. Mother Ukumar usually disciplined him very strictly. At the same time, he had to study hard and find a way to defeat Obai as soon as possible and regain his power. He could not be a puppet emperor and finally took charge of the government.
Within a few years, the southern vassals were in chaos. The feudal turmoil broke out in the twelfth year of Kangxi and has continued till now. So far, Khan Amma has sent away his two wives and more than ten children.
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The wind and rain of the country, the loss of wives, sons, and daughters one after another. In the past, Yinreng could not understand the anxiety and sorrow in this. Now, standing in this lonely Fengxian Hall, looking at him, his mother is sweating.
Kneeling in silence for a moment, I deeply understood the hardships Kangxi had endured over the years. His eyes couldn't help but feel a little hot, and he softly shouted in distress: "Khan Ama."
Kangxi, who was immersed in his own thoughts with his eyes closed, suddenly heard a familiar boy's voice. He turned his head and saw his precious son standing at the door of the inner hall. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Baocheng, why are you here?"
Already?"
Yinreng tried his best to push down the rising mist in his eyes, and then like a nimble little tiger, he pounced towards Kangxi. Kangxi, a big boy who was almost six years old, might as well have been killed by him.
He fell to the ground.
"Baocheng, get up quickly. You must know that you are no longer a baby. Your weight is almost going to make me unable to breathe!"
Since Grandma Gu was driven away, Concubine Jing has been responsible for Yinreng's meals. She adheres to the scientific feeding principle of frequent meals and small meals, plus uses supernatural powers to groom him from time to time and regular exercises in martial arts classes.
Now, the little prince, who is only four months shy of turning six, is already one meter tall.
When he usually studied with his four companions, Zhang Tingyu, who was two years older than the little prince, was as tall as Lunbu, and Nalan Kuixu and Li Rongbao, who were the same age as him, were even taller than Yinreng.
Being a head shorter made several little companions very depressed. They pestered the little prince every day to ask how to grow taller. This made the little prince become the leader among the group without relying on his own identity.
I was happy for a long time.
Kangxi, who was lying on the carpet at this time, personally felt the heavy weight on his chest, and had to admit that the bones of his precious son's body were getting longer and stronger. He felt a little relieved in his heart, and the feeling of emptiness disappeared all of a sudden.
After walking for more than half of the time, he stretched out his big hand and patted Yinreng's back repeatedly to ask him to crawl aside quickly.
After the little prince left, Kangxi changed his kneeling posture with his support on the ground, sat on the futon, rubbed his chest, pointed at Yinreng and cursed with a smile:
"As a prince, you should always pay attention to etiquette, be steady and self-possessed, and not make childish actions easily."
"It's okay. Anyway, there are only two of us here now. Even if I am embarrassed, I won't be able to lose my face."
Seeing that Kangxi's mood had improved, Yinreng simply pulled over a futon and sat cross-legged on it, with his hands hanging on his thighs, and said in a relaxed tone: "Khan Ama, why are you here in such a cold weather? Baocheng
When we returned to the Qianqing Palace, Yaya had just woken up and was holding her toys, running her two short legs upside down and going from room to room to find us."
"Hey, Baocheng, you also know the situation today. Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi are both cripples. I am here to apologize to our ancestors."
Kangxi sighed, turned the jade ring on his hand and whispered.
Originally, he was the only one facing his ancestors, and his heart was filled with sadness. Now, his lively and smart baby son came to accompany him. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Kangxi felt that the cold portraits of his ancestors on the wall had warmth.
Now, the thoughts that have been held in the heart can be put into words.
"Khan Ama, Aunt Guhe, and Xiaosi went to Jingyang Palace to see Qiwa. Although there is something wrong with his right calf, the doctors said that as long as he supplements his nutrition, he will be better when he is older and exercises more frequently.
If it has improved, as long as you take good care of it, there will be no problem even if you ride a horse and hunt in the future."
"Don't be sad. My aunt said that it is not easy for women to get pregnant. If a pregnant woman is not careful, she may give birth to a child with congenital malformations. Even if you live forever, you will have a child with a disability. This is no different from a disaster.
It’s related to copper coins.”
After Yinreng said this, he saw that his mother was still turning the jade ring quietly without making a sound, so he opened his arms and made a big circle and said:
"Khan Ama, Baocheng remembers that you told Gu that the second character in the names of our brothers all symbolizes blessing. Now Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi may have had less blessings when they were in their mother's womb.
How about you give them a name that contains a lot of blessings, and you will definitely be able to live in peace, so that they and the Qing Dynasty can go smoothly and peacefully."
When Kangxi heard this, his eyes lit up and the hand that was turning the jade ring suddenly stopped.
"What Baocheng said makes sense. I shouldn't be wasting my head here. Instead, I should cheer up, offer sacrifices to heaven, earth and ancestors, and pray for blessings."
Yinreng: "???"
The little prince couldn't understand how his Khan's brain circuit could suddenly say such a thing. However, before he could speak again, he saw that his Khan seemed to have found a good way to solve some problem.
Normally, she would stand up from the futon with great energy, then grab him up, hold his hand, and stride out.