"Do you want the Qing Dynasty to repeat the same mistakes as in the world of Changshengtian, and become a humiliating dynasty with everyone shouting and beating, and the country will continue to grow? Or are you willing to let it become better in your hands, even if the common people learn from it?
Western learning opened up to the people
Wisdom, the Qing Dynasty was shortened, and Aisin Gioro could not produce several generations of emperors, but the Qing Dynasty will enjoy an extremely glorious history. A hundred years later, you will also leave a sage monarch in the history of the Qing Dynasty.
name."
"Now I have said everything I need to say. But Baocheng is just a prince who is still studying. You are the emperor who is now in charge of the power of life and death in the world. In the final analysis, whether you are willing to promote Western learning among the people or not is
We need Khan Ama to make the decision, now it’s getting late, Baocheng is sleepy, and I won’t delay Khan Ama’s sleep, Baocheng is going back to Yuqing Palace to sleep.”
Yinreng angrily finished the last words in his heart like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, neatly leaned over, saluted Kangxi, and walked quickly down the steps.
As soon as his feet touched the carpet under the steps, he seemed to remember something, raised his hand and patted his forehead, then turned around and stepped on the steps,
He ran to the imperial desk above, put half of the small mooncakes left on the white-glazed chrysanthemum plate back into the mahogany box, and closed the lid of the wooden box with a loud "click".
Kangxi was also a very strong man at heart, and he valued his self-esteem very much. Now his son was ruthlessly tearing off the fig leaf on the surface, and after poking his inner thoughts in person, even though the person in front of him was the person he loved the most.
Kangxi couldn't help but frown, and he felt a little annoyed towards Yinreng in his heart. After seeing Yinreng scratching his neck and saying nonsense to him, he couldn't help but pick up the food box and plan to
He turned around and left the imperial study room coolly.
He was so angry at his willful and bold son that he called out to Yin Reng who had already walked to the door, and said coldly:
"Aixinjueluo Yinreng, this is a food box specially prepared for me by my beloved concubine. I haven't finished eating it yet. What do you mean by taking it back to Yuqing Palace?"
The little prince who was angered by Kangxi didn't even turn around, and casually said, "Khan Ama, you think too much. This is the food box that my aunt packed for Baocheng. She was worried that I would be hungry at night, so I
"Bring it back to the East Palace and eat slowly." Then he raised the door curtain, crossed the threshold and walked out quickly.
He Zhuer, who was leaning leisurely on the big red-painted pillar under the eaves, admiring the night view of Qianqing Palace, suddenly saw His Highness the Crown Prince walking out of the imperial study with a dark face and angrily, and his eyelids twitched.
, unable to guess what was going on inside, he quickly raised his hand to hold his hat that was a little out of the way, quickly raised his feet, and quickly chased after him.
After the little prince left Qianqing Palace through the east side door in the dark night, the atmosphere in the imperial study suddenly became condensed. Liang Jiugong couldn't help but swallowed his saliva nervously, wishing he could become a big bookshelf next to him.
I read a book and felt that the accident was really uncontrollable. The father and son were obviously chatting quite happily before, but why did they end up fighting in the blink of an eye?
He was just about to bite the bullet and comfort the emperor, saying that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince treats you as his own amma from the bottom of his heart, that’s why he dared to reveal his true nature in front of you, when he heard Kangxi’s hearty laughter.
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Liang Jiugong couldn't help but look at Kangxi sitting on the carved armchair with surprise and uncertainty, wondering if the emperor was driven crazy by His Highness the Crown Prince?
At this time, the emperor's smiling voice came to his ears again:
"Liang Jiugong, Baocheng's stubborn look is a bit like Baoqing. It seems that he is still a child who doesn't understand anything. In order to make me angry, he had to say that the food box prepared by the imperial concubine for me was his.
Yeah, I'm already ten years old, but I haven't grown up yet."
When Liang Jiugong heard the emperor's confident words, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Based on his understanding of the imperial concubine, he was afraid that the last words spoken by the prince were true, and that the food box was really prepared by the imperial concubine for the young prince.
Yes, but seeing that the emperor was obviously amused by the little prince's last words, and most of his anger had dissipated, he quickly said with a smile:
"Your Majesty, isn't it? I think this servant thinks that His Highness the Crown Prince is deeply in love with you as father and son, and is close to you. That's why he is willing to show off his temper in front of you without the burden of being a prince."
After listening to the words of the confidant eunuch chief, Kangxi shook his head and smiled and said nothing. But after he washed up, put on bright yellow pajamas and lay on the spacious dragon bed, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep...
When he went to court the next morning, Kangxi sat on the dragon chair with blue-black circles under his eyes. Hearing the courtiers below argue again about the issue of "abandonment of the treasure island", his face turned red and his neck became thick. He stayed up all night, listening to
The noise below was like a chaotic vegetable market. He couldn't help but have a headache. He reached out and patted the gilt armrest of the dragon chair and said:
"Okay, I have already thought about it. Treasure Island has finally returned to the Qing Dynasty. It is not a good idea to abandon it and not keep it. The population on Treasure Island is small now, so there is no need to set it up as a separate province. I have decided to wait until next spring.
Set up a county on Baodao with a general military officer and 8,000 troops; set up a deputy general with 2,000 troops on the Penghu Islands between Fujian and Baodao. Baodao will be under the jurisdiction of Fujian Province from now on.
The administrative structure will be the same as that of the mainland. This matter has been settled. Let’s withdraw from the court.”
After Kangxi, who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, said this, he stood up from the dragon chair, raised his hand and rubbed the aching forehead under Hongying Chaoguan, turned around and hurried away.
Liang Jiugong also hurriedly shook the golden-handled fly whisk in his arms, shouted "Retreat from the court" loudly, and hurriedly raised his legs to chase the emperor.
The courtiers who were standing under the royal steps and had not yet finished their quarrels, heard the emperor's words, as if their mouths were tightly covered to prevent them from speaking, and they all looked at each other reflexively. The emperor has always been very diligent in political affairs and requires every day.
This is the first time that the emperor has announced his intention to go to court shortly after going to court. But now that the emperor has made a decision about Baodao, the courtiers also looked at each other and stopped mentioning the matter of "abandoning the defense".
At the beginning of noon, after class, Yinreng, who was studying in the side hall of Qianqing Palace, also learned from He Zhuer about the management methods of the "Treasure Island" announced by his Khan Ama in the morning, but found that his Khan Ama
In fact, after the establishment of the Western Academy and the Royal Academy of Sciences were not mentioned, the little prince felt disappointed and extremely lost...
Time flies, and five days passed in the blink of an eye.
On August 20, Zheng Keshuang, who was far away on Baodao Island in the south, took the lead in shaving his hair and changing clothes. This marked that the Zheng dynasty had completely become history, and the rule of Baodao by generations of Zheng family also came to an end.
As the end of August approaches, the persimmons, pomegranates and jujubes in the front yard of Chuxiu Palace begin to turn red, and the autumn mood in the Forbidden City becomes stronger and stronger.
Zheng Keshuang also brought his two uncles, Zheng Cong and Zheng Keju, who had previously assisted him in managing the treasure island, and followed Shi Lang and his family to the capital.
Kangxi met his uncles and nephews in the court hall, and awarded them all. He named the fourteen-year-old Zheng Keshuang the Duke of Haicheng, and incorporated all the descendants of the Zheng family into the Zhenghong Banner of the Han Army, and rewarded them outside Chaoyang Gate.
In the grand mansion, Zheng Keshuang's long-dead grandfather Zheng Chenggong was praised lavishly, and he affirmed Zheng Chenggong's achievements in driving away the Dutch and regaining the treasure island.
The descendants of the Zheng family lived in a big mansion, still had food and drink, and lived a wealthy life with beautiful wives, beautiful concubines, fine clothes, fine food, silks and silks, but they were like birds in a canary, lost.
For freedom in the second half of their lives, Kangxi stipulated that their generation could not leave the capital for even half a step during their lifetime. Only after the third generation could they leave the capital and travel freely to various parts of the Qing Dynasty...
In the 30th year of Kangxi's reign, he successfully eliminated the powerful minister Obai and took charge of the government. After taking office, he worked non-stop to pacify the vassals and recover the treasured islands, which was regarded as a great political achievement.
In early September, autumn rain began to fall again in the Forbidden City.
At the beginning of the afternoon, Kangxi finished handling government affairs, put on black uniforms, and took Liang Jiugong with an oil-paper umbrella to Fengxian Hall to offer incense to his ancestors.
Liang Jiugong stood guard at the entrance of the palace. Kangxi crossed the threshold alone and entered the hall of Fengxian Palace. He immediately saw the screen at the door embroidered with a map of the entire Qing Dynasty. Normally, he didn't notice it, but since the Mid-Autumn Festival,
His precious son seemed to be angry with him and never looked for him again in the main hall of Qianqing Palace.
At this time, Kangxi couldn't help but focus on the location of Yangzhou marked on the map, and thought of Huangluzhuang, who studied Western learning by himself.
Yin Reng's cheeks turned red that night, and the words he hurriedly said to promote Western learning came to his mind one by one. He couldn't help but frowned and dismissed his thoughts, then raised his steps and walked around the screen.
, walked inside, came to the long table covered with bright yellow silk, reached out to pick up the incense stick and lit it, then moved to the tall altar table, raised the incense stick with both hands and faced the rows placed on the big altar table.
He bowed down respectfully to worship the sacred tablets of his ancestors, and then inserted all the smoking incense into the large enamel incense burner with vertical ears under the sacred tablets. He looked at the fresh fruits and flowers and snacks offered next to the incense burner.
He turned the jade ring on his hand again and walked towards the inner hall.
After entering the inner hall, he stood in front of several futons and looked up at the majestic portrait of Ongku Mafa (great-grandfather) Nurhachi hanging high on the wall, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, and then his eyes followed the trend.
He moved back and took a few glances at the portrait of Khan Amma Fulin, who looked several years younger than him now. Kangxi's slender red phoenix eyes couldn't help but
Half-squinting, the two big hands hanging by his sides were slightly clenched unconsciously, and he stared closely at the handsome Khan Amma when he was young, pursed his thin lips, and remained silent for a long time without saying a word.