Wearing a navy blue winter robe, a silver fox fur warm hat on his head, and an off-white thick wind-suppressing cloak, Yin Reng received the crazy wink at him from his elder brother and said,
signal for help, he smiled quickly and stretched out his arm to pull Yinti to his side, letting him avoid Kangxi's sharp eyes that looked at his eldest son as a fool. He smiled and explained to Yinti:
"Brother, Wutai Mountain is actually also known as 'Qingliang Mountain'. Although these mountains are located in Shanxi Province, the temperature in the mountains is almost the same as that in Shengjing in the northeast. Don't look at it. It's still early winter. You can't wait until we get to the mountains.
But it feels like it's the depth of winter inside. We must never take off the big sweaters and clothes we are wearing. If one of us catches the cold, we will suffer a lot."
"Oh, so that's it."
Hearing this, Yinti couldn't help but blush slightly. After straightening the green-black warm hat that was knocked to one side by his Khan Ama, he hurriedly smiled and bowed his hand to Kangxi, and then immediately hid flexibly.
When he got behind the imperial concubine and the empress dowager, he pretended to have disappeared so that no one could see him.
The imperial concubine saw the twins sitting in her arms wearing tiger-head hats, wearing tiger-head shoes, and bulging like two little rice dumplings. She opened her mouth and shouted "Big, Ge,"
"Ge~", leaning out his little body, "giggling" with a smile, reaching out his little hand to catch his eldest brother, the shyness on Yinti's face had obviously not receded, so he smiled and smoothed things over:
"To protect the Qing Dynasty, why don't you help Huang Eniang hold Little Fourteen? This child can't sit still and is very noisy."
Yinti nodded hurriedly, stretched out his hands to pinch Xiao Yinzhen's armpits, and hugged the smiling little milk baby into his arms. Smelling the aroma of milk emanating from Xiao Fourteen's soft little body, Yinti finally felt that he
There was room for his hands to rest, and most of the burning shame on his face had receded.
The Empress Dowager hugged Xiao Twelve in her arms, raised her chin towards the mountains ahead, and said with a smile:
"Xuan Ye, when Aijia was having breakfast, I heard from people at the inn that the top of Wutai Mountain was frozen, and it even snowed in the shady areas. The days are short and the nights are long in winter. Let's leave as soon as possible. Don't wait.
It’s dark and we, a large group of people, haven’t been able to live in the temple yet.”
After Kangxi heard this, he glared at Yinti again.
Yinti hurriedly held up Little Fourteen who was waving his little fists sillyly in his arms, and used his little brother's body to cover his face tightly, as if to reassure him that Khan Ama would wait until
After returning to the palace, he will definitely study hard with his masters, fill his mind with more knowledge, and never make such ignorant jokes when he goes out in the future.
This matter was nothing at all. When Kangxi saw Yinti begging for mercy, he didn't want his eldest son to be embarrassed in front of his younger brothers and sisters, so he waved his big hand and waved the whole family away.
At the foot of the mountain in the distance.
Yi Cheng, who was standing aside with a low eyebrow, saw all this scene in front of his eyes. As he watched the royal family go away, he couldn't help but think to himself, he didn't expect that the relationship between the eldest brother and His Highness the Crown Prince would be so harmonious.
When my brother encounters trouble, his first reaction is to ask His Highness the Crown Prince for help.
The emperor treated his eldest brother like an ordinary father. When the eldest brother spoke to the emperor, he always called himself "master" and did not see the emperor showing any dissatisfaction. However, when the eldest brother said stupid things in his mouth
Sometimes, the emperor would mercilessly slap his own palm on his son's round head. Obviously, the royal brotherhood and father-son love are much deeper than outsiders guess.
He clicked his tongue and sighed a few times in his heart, then shrank his neck in the cold, put his hands in each other's sleeves, turned around and ran back to the inn to get busy.
On the other side, Kangxi and his family members all dressed up like wealthy people going out for fun, strolled up the gentle mountain road. Countless secret guards were hidden in the dense forests on both sides of the mountain road, guarding this noble man secretly with all their strength.
A big family.
The imperial guards also dressed up as ordinary pilgrims and walked along the mountain paths to guard against assassins who might appear.
Because the security measures, both overt and covert, were in place, the royal family also enjoyed admiring the scenery in the mountains in early winter that was completely different from that in the Forbidden City.
The vegetation on both sides of the mountain road is very lush, with many tall maple trees growing there.
After winter, the leaves of the maple trees have already turned red. When the cold wind blows, the red maple leaves slowly float down from the tree crowns and fall in layers on the mountain road, paving a thick layer on the loess road.
The thick "red carpet" can clearly hear the "crunching" sound when people step on it, because there are many trees and there are many corresponding small animals.
Almost as soon as everyone raised their eyes, they could catch a glimpse of pheasants with long and colorful tails, flapping their wings and flying quickly over the mountain road. White wild goats lowered their heads and gnawed on dry yellow grass stained with dew. From time to time, they raised their heads and said, "Hey."
"Bah-baa!" they chirped happily a few times, and a few brown squirrels suddenly appeared on the tall pine branches, swinging their big fluffy tails and hugging the pine cones, busy storing food for the winter. Even on the dead trees covered with moss
They are all covered with black and thick wild fungus. It is like a treasure mountain rich in resources.
A large group of princes were in the capital and were raised in a deep palace. The princesses had never seen such a scene. They looked at the various small animals in the forest that were not afraid of people along the way and felt that their eyes were almost running out.
If the lively little Yinzhen and little Yiner were not held tightly by their brothers and sisters, they would happily jump into the lush grass with their little buttocks sticking out to catch fat rabbits.
Qingyan held Little Thirteen in her arms, smelled the fresh mountain air, and couldn't help but curl up her lips. She walked forward briskly, turning her head to admire the plants and trees here.
Xiao Shisi, who was nestled in Yin Ti's arms, held in his hand a piece of red maple leaf that his elder brother reached out to take from the air. He held the leaf stem and turned it with his chubby little hands, enjoying himself.
Mount Wutai, a holy land of Buddhism, has many famous temples in the mountains. There is an endless stream of pilgrims entering the mountain every day. Yinzhen, who is wearing a crow-green winter robe and a warm hat of the same color on his head, watches them Khan Ama passing by the magnificent scenery.
, they did not enter the popular Bodhisattva Temple, Puwang Temple, Nanchan Temple, and Xiantong Temple. Instead, they took them for a walk and stopped at a medium-sized temple in a remote location. The corners of their lips twitched slightly.
Maybe their Khan Ama is going to make such a fuss, shouldn't they choose a famous temple to pray? Do they have to go to "Qingliang Temple" after entering "Qingliang Mountain"?
Yinreng couldn't understand what their Khan Ama was thinking. Looking at the closed Qingliang Temple in front of him, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Yinti looked left and right and could see how this Qingliang Temple was as good as the previous big temples. But because he had made a joke when he went up the mountain before, he was staring at Litchi with his eyes wide open.
The temple gate wanted to know if this temple had any hidden secrets, so it attracted his Khan Ama to come all the way here to pray for blessings.
Although Kangxi had been mentally building up for a long time, when he really stood at the mountain gate of Qingliang Temple, he raised his head and saw the wooden plaque with the words "Qingliang Temple" hanging high under the eaves. He looked at it carefully for a while and finally recognized it.
Seeing that the graceful calligraphy with flying dragons and phoenixes on it was indeed very similar to the calligraphy preserved by his Khan Amma, he still paused in his progress, and a feeling of homeland shyness emerged in his heart for no reason.
Liang Jiugong, who was standing behind him, also sighed in his heart, understanding the hesitation in the emperor's heart.
Kangxi stopped moving forward, and a large group of people around him had to stop.
Qingyan followed Kangxi's line of sight and glanced at the wooden plaque. She estimated that 80% of the words on the plaque were written by Shunzhi. She also looked at the Qingliang Temple in front of her and felt that although the temple did not look popular, it was...
Surrounded by high mountains and ridges, there are many lush bamboo forests growing beside it. The branches of several thick and tall ancient ginkgo trees extend outside the wall, and the yellow ginkgo trees also float all over the outside of the wall.
A white cat with a raised tail and green and yellow mandarin duck eyes is walking gracefully along the courtyard wall. The surrounding environment is very elegant. It is really a good place for meditation and studying profound Buddhist teachings.
Standing next to her, the empress dowager wearing a dark purple winter coat held little Yinzhen in her arms. She also squinted her eyes and looked at the plaque. After so many years, she actually saw Shunzhi's handwriting again in the deep mountains and forests. For a moment,
In Qiqige's heart
Her feelings were indeed so complex that she couldn't explain them clearly. She didn't know that when she entered the temple later, if she really met her husband who had "passed away" for many years, what would be the first words she spoke to him?
What did he say.
None of the three elders spoke, and a group of children looked at each other in confusion. Little Yinzhen, whose face turned red as he walked, stretched out his little hand and tugged at Kangxi's clothes, raised his little head and asked in a sweet voice:
"Khan Ama, are we going to live in this temple? Let's go in quickly, Xiaojiu's legs are sore!".
Kangxi also knew that along the way, even if his younger sons were held by palace officials in turns, their physical strength had long been exhausted and they were just about to speak out.
At this time, the closed temple door creaked open from inside. A middle-aged monk wearing a red cassock, who looked about the same age as Kangxi, led a few novice monks out and saw a hundred monks standing there.
There was a large group of people at the bottom of the zero-eight steps. With a thought in his mind, he hurriedly led the disciples and walked quickly down the steps. Unable to conceal his excitement, he clasped his hands at the leader Kangxi, leaned over slightly and said:
"The poor monk is the abbot of Qingliang Temple. I would like to ask if the donor is from the capital and brought his family here specifically to pray for blessings."
Kangxi also clasped his hands towards the host and made a Buddha's name, and replied quietly:
"Master is right. I came here to pray for the Qing Dynasty. I heard that there are several masters with profound Buddhist teachings in your temple. I specially brought my family members to listen to the masters' explanation of Buddhist scriptures."
After hearing this, the host couldn't hide the joy on his face. It was public news that the emperor came to Wutai Mountain to pray for blessings. Every temple here looked forward to welcoming the holy evangelist.
Although he is a monk, who doesn't want his temple to be more famous! After receiving the Yi Cheng at the foot of the mountain, he heard him say that the emperor would stay in Qingliang Temple for a few days to pray. At that time, he was dubious about the news. After all, there were people in front of him.
There are too many large temples with excellent geographical locations and great reputations. Compared with them, Qingliang Temple is obviously far inferior.
Now that I really got to see the Holy Driver, the host nodded hurriedly and replied:
"The donor is a distinguished guest. The rooms in the temple have been cleaned. Please come with the poor monks."