"Ahem, cough, what? Baocheng, what do you mean by that?"
Kangxi, who had just lowered his head to take a sip of fragrant tea, suddenly heard his precious son's clear-thinking words. He immediately choked on the tea in his mouth, and drank all the warm tea in the cup with his trembling hands.
Some of it came out and wet the cuffs of his narrow horseshoe sleeves.
Seeing this, Liang Jiugong hurriedly took the blue and white porcelain tea cup from the emperor's hand with one hand, and took out a soft bright yellow sweat towel from his arms with the other hand and handed it to Kangxi who was sitting on the soft couch.
When Yinreng saw that their Khan Ama was embarrassed in public, a smile quickly flashed across Ruifeng's dark and bright eyes, and then he thoughtfully stretched out his right hand to pat Kangxi's back to calm him down.
Kangxi held the bright yellow sweat towel in his hand and put it to his mouth and coughed a few more times. After his breath calmed down, he wiped the tea from the corner of his mouth with the sweat towel while looking at the short man standing across the way with his eyes in surprise.
The small wooden table, with his precious son sitting next to him.
Not to mention that the emperor was surprised when he heard the prince's answer. Even the masters and apprentices Liang Jiugong and He Zhuer, who were standing side by side, did not understand what the prince was thinking.
The Emperor clearly asked a profound political question, but why did His Highness not only completely misinterpret the Emperor's meaning, but also say such irrelevant and ridiculous things?
As the lord of the world, the emperor is rich all over the world. How could he be jealous of two little babies who can't even walk?
When Liang Jiugong saw that the emperor finally stopped coughing, he couldn't help but move his eyes slightly to look at Kangxi, who was speechless and amused, and then at the prince who had not wiped off the milky white milk stains at the corners of his mouth, and looked innocent.
Yinreng looked at his mother, who was waiting to hear his explanation, and took out an apricot-yellow handkerchief from his arms in a leisurely and elegant manner and wiped off all the "white beard" hanging around the corners of his mouth, and then
He puffed up his chest, looked at Kangxi and said confidently:
"Khan Ama, do you also feel that since the birth of Little Thirteen and Little Fourteen, when you went to Chuxiu Palace, your aunt did not treat you as caringly as before?"
When Kangxi heard Yinreng's words, he stretched out his two long legs bent at ninety degrees on the carpet. The corners of his mouth also curved with pleasure. He was about to say, Baocheng was wrong, he
The beloved concubine missed him so much that during the Mid-Autumn Festival two months ago, she asked Yinreng to bring him to the mooncake box in Qianqing Palace, and she didn’t even stuff the mooncakes of the same flavor into it again!
However, before Kangxi could proudly speak out with "valid" arguments to refute his precious son's "false" arguments, Yinreng's next words pushed back all the words that had just slipped to his tongue.
Seeing the unconcerned look on his Khan's Ama's face, Yinreng simply put his elbows on the small table in front of him, leaned forward with his upper body, approached their Khan's Ama, and started to pick up his fingers one by one and continued to Kangxi with a smile.
"Not only does my aunt focus more on the twins, but also the brothers such as the eldest brother, the fourth son, and Gu, as well as the little girls such as the eldest sister, the second sister, the third sister, and Ke Jing are all very close to the twins, and even
When Khan Amma's concubine saw little thirteen or fourteen, her eyes suddenly became brighter than when she saw Khan Amma."
"Don't rush to refute yet." When Yinreng saw Kangxi blowing his beard and glaring at him, he immediately stretched out his right hand to block what he wanted to say again, smiled and shook his head, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, and said all the rest of his words.
:
"As far as I know, Concubine An who lives in Changchun Palace, Concubine Yi who lives in Yikun Palace, and Concubine Xuan who lives in Xianfu Palace are the representative figures among the concubines. Every time the three of them walk and sit in the imperial garden,
Little Yinxiang in the double-decker stroller,
After Xiao Yinzhen happened to meet him by chance, he was always smiling from ear to ear. He kept holding the two brothers in his arms and gave them a rare kiss and hug. He wished he could carry his aunt on his back and give them to him.
Steal him back to his own palace and raise him."
"Gu and Xiaosi, who lived in the former dynasty, all know these things. People like you, Khan Ama, who often visit the harem, don't know that the twins are far more popular in the Forbidden City than you, right?
"
"Even the two elders, Wuku Mama and Huang Mama, love the cute little Yinxiang and little Yinzhen more than you, who are older. In the past, when you were in the palace, you were busy with government affairs and lacked energy.
I can still barely suppress the jealousy boiling in my heart. But now that the whole family is out of the palace to play, you
After a while, I saw that the people in the capital also like the twins so much. As the king of a country, you really can't hold it in any longer, so you can't help but beat around the bush and try to ask Baocheng if he cares about the twins.
He wanted to gain a good reputation among the people to indirectly express his aggrieved and sad feeling of being overshadowed by his two younger sons."
"Baocheng observed carefully, integrated these facts, carefully argued, and boldly speculated, and finally came to the conclusion that Khan Ama is jealous of the twins. Is Gu right?"
Yinfeng blinked his beautiful auspicious eyes and spoke to Kangxi very quickly, speaking this long paragraph without any stumble. He caught a glimpse of the bright smile on his Khan's face changing from completely frozen to
He completely disappeared, and his slender red phoenix eyes grew bigger and bigger, his mouth opened and closed, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't say a word to him for a long time.
The prince hurriedly stretched out his left hand to hold Kangxi's index finger pointing at him. Ruifeng's eyes flashed with an extremely sincere light, patted Kangxi's wrist with his right hand, and said distressedly:
"Khan Ama, you don't need to say more. Baocheng knows that your heart is not as painful as that of your younger sons. Don't worry, today's conversation between father and son, I will never talk to Aunt Ukumar and Aunt Huang Mama.
I told my aunt so that the three of them would not feel sorry for you from the bottom of their hearts."
The corners of Kangxi's mouth couldn't help but twitch. For a long time, he couldn't think of anything else to say to refute Yinreng, so he had no choice but to put his hand down. Seeing his precious son talking seriously to him, talking nonsense, he couldn't help but
He raised his hand and wiped his face deeply. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy that his eldest son had a smart and fast brain, or should he be sad that his eldest son had become the kind of difficult person like Xiaosi who couldn't catch his tail.
What a clever guy.
After Liang Jiugong and He Zhuer listened to His Highness the Crown Prince's well-reasoned words, when their heads were feeling dizzy, they couldn't help but glance at the Crown Prince several times, as if they were surprised.
Unable to see that His Highness the Crown Prince actually has such a mouth that can deceive, His Highness Quietly pieced together a list of all these inconspicuous things in the Forbidden City and integrated them into one piece.
The emperor was told to be a rare existence in the Forbidden City!
Just at this moment, a clear and high-pitched Manchu female voice suddenly sounded outside the carriage, like an energetic Manchu woman shouting in the direction of the glass window:
"Brother Thirteen, Brother Fourteen, you two are so good at growing up, and your round faces are so beautiful! I hope that the child in my belly will grow like you two, and I will wait for him/
If she is born good-looking, I will also go to Longquan Temple to pray for you two brothers!"
As soon as the Manchu woman finished speaking, the bustling scene outside fell silent for a moment, and then the people burst out laughing in unison.
It was also the first time that several people sitting in the carriage heard a lively girl shouting in the street that she wanted to give birth to twins as templates for children.
Seeing with his own eyes how popular his two little sons were among the people, Kangxi felt a little bit amused, but at the same time, a secret feeling of pride rose up in his chest. Look, he gave birth to such cute twins!
How can other men be so lucky?
With the interruption of the strange wish made by the woman outside, Kangxi also threw all the little depression behind his mind that was deceived by his precious son's words. He recalled how the two brothers were living treasures in Chuxiu Palace on weekdays. For a moment,
He couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing.
Seeing the emperor's sincere joy, He Zhuer stepped back gently to the warm basin not far away, holding the fire tongs on the side and bending down to turn over the silver charcoal in the warm basin.
, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with his sleeve without leaving a trace.
He had a subtle premonition in his heart. If there was even a hint of displeasure in His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's answer just now, the Thirteenth Brother and the Fourteenth Brother were too well-known among the people. Even if the Emperor didn't say it on his face, he would feel unhappy in his heart.
It will definitely not be pleasant, but if His Highness says that he doesn't care at all about the twins' good reputation, I'm afraid the Emperor will think that His Highness doesn't have the vigilance that a prince should have. The prince is the future emperor, no matter how good the twins' reputation among the people is.
, they are all destined to be ministers in the future. How can ministers be more popular among the people than the emperor? Therefore, no matter how you answer this question, it is very unpleasant. Fortunately, His Highness is witty and makes a random conversation to bring the topic to the emperor.
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After Yinreng saw his mother smiling happily, she lay half-ly on the soft couch again and began to close her eyes and rest.
He also picked up the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" which was placed on the soft couch again, and continued reading along the story of "Zhuge Kongming beheaded Ma Su with tears", while he couldn't help but recall his Guo Luomafa's deathbed.
, lying weak and haggard on the hospital bed, holding his arm tightly, making him lean down and whisper into his ear repeatedly, "Your Highness, when you get older and the Emperor gets older, Your Majesty,
For the sake of the future of your other brothers and the stability of your own throne, they will definitely test you from various aspects, so you must hold firm..."
Thinking of this, Yinreng glanced at Khan Ama lying next to him, exuding a pleasant aura, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking that he must work hard to persuade Khan Ama to agree to develop among the people as soon as possible.
Western learning, you should devote all your energy to studying and helping the powerful Qing Dynasty, try to formally enter the court as late as possible, and be prepared to be the prince for decades. With my aunt and the others, I will be able to stabilize myself.
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The bright yellow carriage gradually became quiet as the emperor closed his eyes and took a nap and the prince lowered his head to read.
As time went by, the long royal motorcade drove out of the inner city and the outer city. When it reached the official road in the suburbs of Beijing, there were fewer and fewer people standing on both sides of the road.
As the convoy gets further and further away from the capital, most of the official roads are built with rammed earth, and there are more and more bumpy places. Even the landscape trees planted on both sides of the official roads are cut down and used as firewood to be dried.
It's winter, and the bare tree trunks and sparsely populated official roads look extremely deserted and desolate.
Even though the craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry have installed the best anti-shock devices on the luxurious carriages of the emperor and others, they encountered dilapidated and unrepaired sections of the official road, and the wooden wheels rolled over broken stones and unrepaired roads.
When the ground is flat, the bumps coming from underneath me are still a bit unbearable.
Yinreng was afraid of hurting his eyes, so he had to put down the book in his hand. Seeing him, Khan Ama was so shocked that he could only get up from the soft couch angrily, clenched his hands into fists and put them on his knees to sit upright, he seemed to
He said quietly with emotion and sigh:
"Khan Ama, the road in Changshengtian is clean and flat. Even if it rains, people walking on it don't have to worry about the greasy mud under their feet and accidentally falling on their butt. Alas, I don't know what the road is like there.
It was repaired; and the cars there were all covered with soft black tires. Alas, that kind of thing is very elastic and can be made into a rubber ball. The strong Xiao Shisi might be able to stand in front of the Shenwu Gate in the north and push the
It is still on Jingshan Mountain, and with that thing wrapping the wheels, people sitting in the carriage are really comfortable and don't feel any bumps."
Kangxi heard this and glanced at his precious son, knowing that Yinreng was trying another trick to coax him to spread Western learning and enlighten the people's wisdom.
His thin lips were pursed tightly, and he stumbled suddenly, almost knocking him off the soft couch. He heard the guard driving the carriage outside shouting in panic that it was getting dark outside, and they might as well have rolled over the wheel.
We ended up in a small sunken pit.
After hearing this explanation, Kangxi's face turned dark instantly. He wished he could grab the Minister of Works and ask him to open his eyes and kneel on the official road to see what the officials of the Ministry of Works were doing.
The quality of the official road is so high, but it is not properly repaired and maintained on time!
The road conditions were not good. As soon as the sky started to get dark in early winter, it would soon be so dark that no one could be distinguished.
Even though the imperial guards driving the carriage tried their best to control the reins in their hands, I wonder if God deliberately wanted the emperor and his entourage to suffer some hardships and repair the official roads. The stronger the guards' hands were, the more bumpy the carriage became.
, as time went by, not to mention the soft-bone children, it became unbearable, and even the adults were shaken to the point of nausea.
The four princesses and the older children such as Yinzhi, Yinzhi, Yinzhen, and Changquan could still hold on to the things at hand and try their best to steady themselves. Xiao Qi, Xiao Ba, Xiao Jiu, and Xiao Ten in the carriage of the imperial concubine were all shaking.
I couldn't stay on the soft couch, shaking wildly like a soft steamed dumpling.
The imperial concubine had a headache, so she had no choice but to take the twins, who had their big eyes closed, wrinkled light yellow brows, and moaned softly because they were not sleeping well, into her arms and patted them gently.
Bai Lu, who was sitting at the door, also held the two-year-old little Yinzhen in her arms and coaxed her softly.
The large carriage stopped and walked at the inns along the way. It bumped along the road for seven days. On October 14, at 4:00 p.m., when the sky had just darkened, the royal family finally arrived near Mount Wutai.
In the inn.
Wearing a dark blue winter robe, Yi Cheng, who is over fifty years old, has been waiting at the door of the inn day and night since he learned that the emperor was going to visit Mount Wutai. From mid-September, which was originally scheduled for late autumn, he waited until now in early winter.
It was only in mid-October that I saw the royal family.
Seeing the four large luxury carriages driving at the front stop in front of him, Yi Cheng hurriedly lifted up the hem of his winter robe, and quickly and happily greeted them in three steps and two steps. The gray beard on his chin followed his movements.
He raised his head, leaned over to the bright yellow carriage respectfully and excitedly, and shouted:
"I respectfully welcome the Emperor and His Highness the Crown Prince. Long live the Emperor, and may your Highness live a thousand years."
Yi Cheng shouted three times in succession before the bright yellow compartment door was opened from the inside. Immediately after, he heard a eunuch shouting in a high-pitched voice:
"Hurry up and arrange hot water baths for the masters, and then send hot meals to the room."
Having lived in a low-level official position for most of his life, he wanted to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to show his face in front of the emperor and the prince, and try to move the official position under his buttocks up a little before he was buried. Who would have thought that even
The emperor didn't even hear a word when he saw two figures, one tall and one short, bright yellow and apricot, walking past him quickly.
Yi Cheng hurriedly stood aside and buried his head further down. The pleasant smile on his face did not change. Then he saw the empress dowager holding a little brother crosswise in her arms, followed by two more young men.
Gao's younger brother and the four princesses also quickly passed by.
Yi Cheng was surprised and happy in his heart. He never expected that the emperor would bring so many family members this time. Before he could finish shouting, "Welcome to the Queen Mother, the Queen Mother may live a thousand years," he was holding him in his arms.
The imperial concubine carrying the twins walked past him with long strides. Behind the imperial concubine were a large group of half-grown men, each holding a milky little dumpling in their arms, looking straight in front of him.
passed by.
After all this large group of distinguished people entered the inn, a little girl choked with grievances and cried:
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Big brother, big brother, I don't want to travel far away with Khan Ama anymore. Xiaojiu's ass is as tender as tofu and has been turned into tofu by the official road."
Before the elder brother he was shouting could speak, an equally weak little voice replied: "Brother Ninth, that's not called tofu dregs, that white food is called tofu pudding..."
Yi Cheng and his subordinates, who were still standing at the door facing the cold wind, couldn't help but look at each other, confused by the wind.
What kind of trouble did the royal family encounter on the road? Why are they all so tired that they don’t even want to say anything?