As he was walking towards Kangxi and others, the old monk Xingchi, who was about five or six meters away, heard his third son subconsciously blurting out the unfinished words "Meet Khan Amma" to him, and he walked forward.
His steps couldn't help but hesitate slightly.
Seven years ago, when he stood in the back mountain and handed the bloody book that detailed the San Francisco and Mongolian forces in the south to Cao Yin who was following his trail, he knew that sooner or later he would encounter the Forbidden City here.
An old friend, now that he has been away for half his life, he sees that his third son Xuan Ye, who was only as young as his waist, has already entered the
At the age of thirty, he has become a generation of emperors who are much better than him. He feels happy in his heart, but also feels a little sad that time flies by and things are different. He covers up all the thousands of thoughts that are rushing to his heart and continues to lead him by his side.
The eldest grandson Yinti and the junior brother Zhikong walked forward.
However, before the three people could reach Kangxi, a large group of young monks wearing dark blue robes, with mud and dry grass roots stained on their hems and shoes, hurriedly ran down from the vegetable field on the mountain and rushed towards them.
The three people standing in front of them kept shouting, "Uncle Xingchi, uncle Zhikong, little master Zhikong." They saluted to each person with excitement and joy.
Kangxi held up his reddish eyes and looked at his own Khan Ama with a smile in his eyes and wrinkles at the end of his eyes as he spoke to the junior disciples of the temple who were surrounding him. The feeling of emptiness in his heart became more and more obvious, and he took a step further.
realized that although they had just
They are relatives connected by blood, but now these monks who separate their father and son are like a Milky Way drawn by the Queen Mother with the hairpin plucked from her head. They have long separated his Khan Amma from everyone in the Forbidden City.
Living in a completely unrelated world...
The trees on both sides of the mountain road are tall. Even in winter, the leaves of the trees are not as lush as in midsummer, but the branches growing from the big crowns can still cover the top of the head.
The midday sun was sifted into tiny spots that looked like fish scales. In the already cold mountains, the surrounding temperature seemed to be getting lower and lower, and Kangxi's mood became even more depressed.
Indulging in this emotion, he could not realize that he was abnormal now, but his obviously rude reaction provoked a large group of smart children following him, who couldn't help but wonder and look at them curiously.
Then he looked at the old monk who was standing among the monks not far away, chatting and laughing, but somehow made them feel that he was kind-hearted.
Xiao Shisi, who was nestled in Khan Ama's arms, also seemed to know that Kangxi was sad. He turned sideways and stretched out his small hand to touch the corners of his eyes. He also put his two short arms around Kangxi's neck and said "Mama"
Naihu called out.
Kangxi hugged his little son, who was always naughty but rarely considerate. He smelled the aroma of milk coming from his soft little body and felt that the empty feeling in his heart felt much better.
He was no longer the young third elder brother who needed Khan Amma's care and lived in Nansansuo, but a mature emperor who held real power in his hands. Thinking this in his heart, Kangxi's face slowly changed.
It looks much better.
Yinreng, who was standing beside him, had been observing his own Khan Ama out of the corner of his eye without any trace. After feeling that Kangxi gradually calmed down, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
As a son of a human being, he thought he could quite understand the mood of his own Khan at this moment. If he watched his own Khan suffer from smallpox, holding his hand with a haggard and sick look on his face and finishing his "last words"
Then he closed his eyes and "died". He could imagine the shock, not to mention that this person who had been "dead" for more than ten years suddenly jumped out of the mountain road with all his hair and tail.
The deep relationship between father and son made him cry uncontrollably on the spot!
It is understandable that in the face of this Han Mafa, who has always been regarded as a typical failed emperor of the Aisin Gioro clan, and the prince Yinreng who has heard that he was too partial to the deeds of his fourth uncle who died young in history books, he still can't put it into perspective.
The old monk Xing Chi really should treat him as his own Khanma Dharma, and get close to him without any worries just like he treated his deceased Goluma Dharma Gabra.
Qingyan never expected that two groups of people would meet so suddenly and unexpectedly.
As an outsider, she could almost understand Kangxi's inner struggle since Kangxi pulled her and talked so much last night. Maybe he really had resentment towards Shunzhi when he was young, but now after so many years, no matter
The good emotions have long since disappeared. With the polishing of time, now that he has matured, all he has left is the yearning for his biological father.
The three people who had their own thoughts were thinking about it. At this time, Yinti squeezed out of the pile of monks with a clay ball and ran to Kangxi excitedly.
After Xiao Yinzhen saw his sepak takraw ball, he stretched out his little hand to get it.
Yinti hurriedly raised the dirty sepak takraw ball high, stretched out his right index finger and waved it left and right in front of his fourteenth brother, and refused with a smile:
"Little Fourteen, your sepak takraw ball is dirty. Big brother will help you pick it up first. When we go back to the wing and clean it, I will give it to you." After saying this, he turned around and pointed at Xingchi to the little boy.
Yinzhen smiled and said:
"Little Fourteen, you are quite lucky. If the old monk hadn't happened to intercept your takraw ball rolling down the mountain when he was going up the mountain, I might not have been able to find it even if I chased him to the bottom of the mountain.
Come to this sepak takraw ball."
As if he understood what Yinti meant, Xiao Shisi picked up the two little fleshy hands and bowed to Yinti with drooling eyes.
After Kangxi heard this, he understood the reason why Yinti met his Khan Ama.
At this time, the old monk Xingchi also sent all the juniors surrounding him back to the top of the mountain to continue digging sweet potatoes. Then he walked a few steps in front of Kangxi. There was more than a meter between the father and son.
Being so close, Xing Chi's face became clearer.
Yinreng also imitated what his Khan Ama had just said. He put his hands together in front of his chest and made a Buddha name to Xing Chi. He bowed slightly and shouted respectfully:
"Baocheng, meet Master Xingchi."
Kangxi, who was in an agitated mood and could not calm down, did not notice that his precious son, like him, used the honorific "Mei" to treat his elders.
The brothers and sisters who were following Yinreng, seeing the reaction of their prince's first brother/brother, were also a little confused and clasped their hands together and leaned forward slightly to salute the old monk.
The attentive Yinzhen noticed that Khan Ama and the prince brother actually blurted out "Bye" to the old monk, and Khan Ama did not use the honorific title to the old monk's senior brother, Master Xingsen, when he was in the main hall in the front yard. Even though this is a good thing,
No matter how high Chi's attainments in Buddhism are, there is no need for the emperor and prince of a country to be so humble to him, right?
Yinzhen felt something was wrong, and couldn't help but frown. He looked at Xing Chi with an inquiring gaze, taking the opportunity to examine his face carefully.
Another "little four" was also sensitively aware that something was wrong. Ke Jing, who was wearing a pink winter coat and a white pearl hair ornament on her head, couldn't help but frown slightly and looked back and forth between Xing Chi and her own Khan Ama.
Sweeping.
Xing Chi, who walked up to Kangxi, couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he heard Yin Reng's words. He lowered his head slightly and looked at Jingui's grandson who was standing next to his son. When he saw Yin Reng's clear eyes, he couldn't help but feel happy.
, knowing that Yin Reng had guessed his identity, he felt that he was a smart junior.
He bent down and placed the blue cloth bag he had been carrying in his left hand on the ground. Like an ordinary old monk, he clasped his hands towards Kangxi and the Empress Dowager standing behind him, leaned slightly and shouted respectfully:
"Lao Na pays homage to the Emperor and pays homage to the Queen Mother."
The young monk Zhikong who was following him also imitated his senior brother's actions and saluted Kangxi and Qiqige in a decent manner.
Kangxi, who had just calmed down, saw the top of his hat exposed when his Khan Ama leaned over him, and became confused again. He hurriedly freed up one hand to help Xingchi stand up, and said: "
Master, don’t be too polite."
Then he moved his eyes to the side and saw the little monk Zhikong with a rouge red mole right between his eyebrows. The more he looked at the red mole, the more familiar he felt, as if he had seen this man with red lips and white teeth before.
He is as handsome as a young monk.
Standing behind him, Qiqige, who had always been generous and unruly, looked at the old monk who bowed her head and bowed to her. She was nominally her husband, but in fact she was her uncle. She still felt a little bit jealous in her heart.
Shunzhi will never be whitened in her heart. Recalling the time when this man resolutely abandoned his wife and children, and decided to leave the palace to become a monk, and when most of the Empress Dowager's black hair turned white overnight, she still couldn't help but sip with dissatisfaction.
He pursed his lips and turned his face sideways without saying a word to Xing Chi.
Xing Chi also understood Qiqige's temperament. Looking at the cold look on her face, he couldn't help but flick the string of Buddhist beads on her wrist a few times, and silently let out a sigh in his heart that no one else could hear.
When he was young, he was ignorant. Now that he has reached the age where half of his body has been buried in the loess, he has lost the imperial aura on his head. After becoming a monk and cultivating for many years, he has to admit that he is indeed sorry in his life and has let down too many people.
These people include not only his direct relative Huang Niang, and his first cousin Jing Fei who was deposed, but also the wives and concubines who stayed in the Forbidden City, and even his beloved Dong E and their two sons.
He is also sorry.
The emperor's excessive favoritism was a talisman for a woman whose entry into the palace was already controversial. But at that time, he was young and willful and did not understand this. He did everything based on his own preferences and wishes, and it was like a big dream.
After the field suddenly woke up, the beauty was gone, and all the love was in vain...
Qiqige didn't want to pay attention to him, and he didn't say anything more. Instead, he turned his attention to the imperial concubine whom he had met once in the crowd in the outer city.
Qingyan, who was holding Xiao Yinxiang in her arms, noticed that Xing Chi looked at her as if he had seen her before, and couldn't help but be startled. For her who knew about future generations, she could see the living Shunzhi in Mount Wutai and solve a mystery.
"The Mystery of the Qing Palace" was naturally a happy event. But from the perspective of being a mother, she and the Empress Dowager were on the same side as the Empress Dowager, so she put a polite smile on her face and looked at Xing Chi Lao
The monk leaned slightly and said:
"Little Hershey met Master Xing Chi."
Xing Chi also smiled and clasped his hands together and called the imperial concubine a Buddha's name.
Standing aside and seeing all this, Yinzhen felt that the weirdness in his heart was getting deeper. Not only did Khan Ama and Prince Brother feel something was wrong when they faced the old monk, but even the reactions of Huang Mama and E Niang were a bit strange.
It's not normal. It's like walking in a maze with twists and turns. Yinzhen always feels that he will find the exit next moment, but when he turns a corner, he finds another dead end in front of him. Because he can't guess the answer, Yinzhen frowns.
It also tightened even more.
At this time, in the quiet environment, a loud grunt suddenly sounded. Everyone looked around and saw Xiao Shisi lowering his furry little head, looking longingly at the candied haws in Zhikong's right hand.
, the saliva flowed to his chin, and the "gurgling" sound also came from his belly.
After Zhikong saw Brother Fourteen's greedy appearance, he couldn't help laughing or crying and quickly took out a bunch of bright red candied haws wrapped in transparent oil paper from the blue cloth bag he was carrying, raised his arm and handed it to Brother Fourteen
Wen Sheng said:
"Little donor, these are seedless candied haws. You can eat them without choking."
Little Fourteen happily bent down in Khan Ama's arms, and his little hand almost touched the candied haws skewers Zhikong held in his hand. At this time, Little Thirteen suddenly opened his mouth and patted his forehead while Niang hugged him.
The arms of the small body let out an "ahhh" sound.
Little Fourteen turned around and saw Brother Thirteen with a serious, fleshy white face. He instantly became depressed. He remembered that his mother had repeatedly warned the two brothers not to eat food handed to them by strangers.
, couldn't help but retract his little hand with regret, and lay his little head wearing a golden tiger hat on his Khan Ama's shoulder again, and simply closed his big eyes and couldn't see anything.
After watching the interaction between the two little brothers, Zhikong couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect that these two little babies could resist the temptation of delicious candied haws.
The old monk Xingchi was also amused by the reaction of the two twin grandsons, and couldn't help laughing:
"Take it, Your Majesty. I bought these candied haws skewers from me. They are very clean."
"Oh, you're welcome. The man who is chasing the sepak takraw ball is very hungry."
When Yinti heard this, before he could speak, he stuffed the takraw ball into Liang Jiugong's hand, took the candied haws out of Zhikong's hand, neatly peeled off the transparent oil paper on the outside, and then held the bamboo skewer to cut the candied haws.
The candied haws of sugar came close to Xiao Shisi, smiled broadly and said:
"Come on, Xiaosi, bite the top one."
When Xiao Si heard the sound, he opened his big eyes and saw the candied haws near his mouth. His big eyes lit up and he glanced towards E Niang and Brother Thirteen. When he saw E Niang nodding, he opened his mouth wide and opened the top
I bit down a whole candied haws in a gulp, worried that it would fall out of my mouth, and hurriedly covered my mouth with my little hands, eating the sour and sweet things in my mouth like a little hamster.
Yinti didn't treat one favorably, and gave a piece of candied haws to each of Little Eleven, Little Eleven, and Little Thirteen. Then he immediately swallowed the remaining few candied haws in his stomach.
While chewing, he commented:
"Old monk, your candied haws on a stick is quite fresh to eat, but the sugar coating on the outside is too thin. When you and little Tang Monk come to the capital one day, I will invite you to try the candied haws on a stick made by the imperial chef."
Xing Chi was startled when he heard this, then smiled and shook his head.
Yin Reng suppressed his smile, thinking that he, Han Mafa, had been eating royal food for more than ten years in his first half of his life. How could he miss a sugar-coated haws made by the royal chef?
Yinti's words also made Kangxi feel very upset. Hearing his eldest son shouting "old monk" one after another, and his own Khan Ama nodding happily in response, he couldn't help but say:
"Master, it's getting late, let's go back to the temple first. You're so busy coming back, why not go wash up and have some lunch first. Xuan Ye also took his family to the wing to have lunch first, and wait for the afternoon.
,Xuan Ye will go to your Zen room to ask you for Buddhist teachings."
After Xing Chi smiled and nodded in agreement, he bent down and picked up the blue cloth bag he had placed on the ground and followed Kangxi and others into the temple through the back door.
Different from the Forbidden City, the temple provides three meals a day on time and as ordered.
When the royal family listened to morning lessons and ran to the mountainside to look for Yin Ti, who had been struggling all morning and followed Kangxi back to the wing, they saw that the considerate Bai Lu had prepared water in the copper basin and started to help the little novice monks.
They put food on the dining table.
Liang Jiugong also hurriedly washed the dirty takraw balls in his hands, put them in front of the window to dry, and then helped Bai Lu.
After Kangxi and others washed their hands and faces with clean water, they all sat on the chairs at the big dining table next to each other, in the same order as when they had breakfast.
Although the lunch was still a vegetarian meal, it was much richer than the breakfast. It was no longer just soy products, but also included many precious wild mushrooms. Everyone was also hungry, so they directly picked up their rice bowls and started eating.
Qingyan took the scallion custard specially made for the twins in the dining room, and fed it to the two little brothers who were sitting on the chair with their little heads raised and waiting for food together with Bai Lu.
After Yinzhen finished the rice in his small bowl, while Liang Jiugong was serving him rice, he couldn't help but ask Yinzhen, who was sitting opposite, doubtfully:
"Brother, do you know that little monk Zhikong? I think you are quite excited to see that little monk."
Hearing what Yinti said, Kangxi, the imperial concubine and Yinreng also subconsciously looked at Yinti who was taking a big mouthful of rice.
Yinzhen looked at Yinzhen, then at himself, Khan Ama, Huang Er Niang and the prince's younger brother. Seeing that these three people also looked confused, he couldn't help but put the bowl in his hand and put the rice in his mouth.
Swallow it, and then say loudly and somewhat exaggeratedly:
"Khan Ama, Queen Mother, Baocheng, right?"
"\Xiao Si was still being held by Huang E Niang at that time. Forget it if he is too young to remember. Qing Ye called him 'Little Tang Monk' so many times, but you three still can't remember who that little monk is?"
"Little Tang Monk? The little monk sitting in the big wooden basin of the river?"
Yinreng's eyes lit up, and he immediately remembered what he had seen and heard in Chenjiazhuang back then.
At the reminder of the two brothers, Kangxi and the imperial concubine also had expressions of realization on their faces, remembering what happened back then.
Kangxi couldn't help but shook his head and said with a smile: "That's it. No wonder I always feel that the young master looks familiar to me."
Qingyan couldn't help but smile and sigh: "This world is really small."
"Mom, who is that person?"
Yinzhen saw that he was the one who asked the question, but he who asked the question on the contrary didn't know the answer. The people watching had guessed the answer to the riddle. He became even more anxious and hurriedly asked again.
Qingyan saw other people at the dinner table casting curious glances, so she smiled and said:
"Xiaosi, you were not yet one year old at that time. My mother-in-law took you, along with your Khan Ama, the prince brother, and the eldest brother to play in the palace. Who knows, because your eldest brother has a slingshot in his hand, I don't know.
How come a bird flying in the sky suddenly wanted to poop on your eldest brother, and then made your eldest brother jump in anger and chase him all the way on the ground. When we ran out of Huangzhuang and arrived near Chenjiazhuang on the outskirts of Beijing, your eldest brother saw it with sharp eyes.
There was a big wooden basin floating in the river, and there was the faint cry of a baby. Your Khan Ama asked Cao Yin and Nalan Rongruo to take the secret guards down to the river to retrieve the basin. Wait until they carried the big wooden basin.
When the basin came back, we found a little monk not much older than you sitting in it, and a crying baby girl."
"Yes, if it hadn't been for the little monk, I'm afraid the little sister would have been thrown into the water and drowned by her vicious and patriarchal step-grandmother."
Yinti took another mouthful of rice and shouted angrily.
Yinreng saw that his eldest brother was speaking carelessly and coughed twice. Don't forget that the empress dowager at the dinner table was not their direct grandmother.
Qiqige was not that sensitive. When she heard such inhumane things with her own ears, she couldn't help but cursed angrily:
"This common people's family doesn't have a throne to inherit. Are boys and girls different? If you don't like it, you can't drown a good-looking girl to death!"
Qingyan also nodded in agreement.
Kangxi also quickly added:
"Huang'e Niang, you are right. Only people with no conscience would do this. I rescued the little girl, and her mother also set up a female household independently, and now she is working in the imperial village.
, the mother and daughter lived quite well, and the evil woman was also arrested and imprisoned in the government office. And later, I used this incident to further strengthen the regulations on the establishment of female households among the people, and abolished foot binding to a certain extent.
This bad habit can be regarded as an indirect realization of the Queen Mother’s wish to let the Han women relax.”
"Then it's okay, it's a good thing."
When Qiqige heard the happy ending of "evil people were punished and good people were blessed", she finally calmed down the anger in her heart and continued to eat with her head down.
Yinzhen listened to the whole story completely and tried to recall it in his mind, but he still couldn't recall a single memory, so he had to give up, and then said with some sigh:
"Then this young monk is quite powerful. I heard others call him his great-uncle, and he is of the same generation as Master Xingsen and Master Xingchi."
"Then why is he so powerful?"
Xiao Yinzhen listened for a long time and couldn't help but ask his own questions.
"Because he is good-looking and smart. He has the same name as Tang Seng, and even his origin is the same. He was sitting in a water basin and floating along the water."
Yinti, who has always had a young heart that passionately admires Sun Dasheng, hurriedly explained.
"But that's not right either!"
Xiao Jiu hurriedly retorted:
"Brother, have you ever thought about why he was put into a big wooden basin and floated away by the water since he was good-looking and a boy?"
"Hey, that's true. Does he have an evil grandmother who values girls over boys?"
Yinti couldn't help biting the chopsticks in his mouth, scratching his head with his hands and guessing.
Xiaojiu's words also made Kangxi, the imperial concubine and the crown prince a little stunned, because the three of them had never thought about this problem.
Yinti thought for a long time, but could not figure out a reliable reason. When everyone had finished their lunch and was about to get up to leave, he hurriedly said:
"Wait a minute, I suddenly remembered a detail."
Everyone who had already stood up from their chairs looked at Yinti curiously after hearing this.
Yinti frowned and said:
"I remember that the weather in Huangzhuang was quite warm at that time, but at that time, little Tang Monk's hands were wearing short five-finger gloves that were the same color as his skin color. At that time, I thought he was really not afraid of the heat, but today we are in the back mountain
There, when I took the candied haws skewers from his hand, I saw that he was also wearing short five-finger gloves with similar skin color. Although it is cold now, he doesn't have to do any work. Does he need to wear gloves all the time? "
"Either he likes to wear gloves, or he has secrets on his hands."
It was rare for Yinti to have an IQ above the line. He was like a Dali Temple official who solved a case, rubbing his chin with his hand and squinting his eyes to guess.
Because Xiaoliu had six fingers on one hand and four fingers on the other, Jiraitu was very sensitive to the topic of hands. Hearing what his elder brother said, he couldn't help but pursed his thin lips.
After Xiao Wu saw it, he couldn't help but smile honestly:
"Brother, are you thinking too much? I just have unique hobbies. Xiaoliu, let's go back and take a lunch break."
Xiaoliu nodded happily, and then the two brothers said goodbye to their mother-in-law and Queen Mother, and followed Queen Mother to the wing to rest with their sisters.
"No, don't you think it's strange to wear gloves on a warm sunny day?"
Yinzhen quickly stood up from the chair, pulled Yinzhen beside him and asked.
Yinzhen hurriedly nodded towards his eldest brother to show that he was on his side. At this moment, he was inexplicably excited and felt that both the old monk and the young monk were carrying big secrets.
Although Kangxi did not speak, he turned the jade ring on his hand, thinking that when he went to the Zen room to find his own Khan in the afternoon, he could take the opportunity to ask the young monk about his affairs.
After Yinreng had eaten and drank enough, he felt sleepy again. After bowing to Kangxi and the imperial concubine, he raised his feet and went to his room to rest.
After everyone left one after another, Qingyan and Kangxi also took the twins back to the wing to rest.
More than an hour passed in a flash.
After Kangxi lay on the bed and took a light nap, he did not fall asleep because he was thinking about going to see his Khan Amma.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the hourglass on the table had already turned on. As soon as he turned over, he sat up from the bed. Because his movements were too big, he woke up the twins sleeping in the middle and the imperial concubine on the inside of the bed.
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"Ah, Yan'er, please continue to rest. I'm going to see Khan Ama."
Kangxi smiled a little apologetically at the imperial concubine, got out of the bed, and hung his legs on the bedside. He had just put on his boots when he suddenly seemed to remember something.
Standing on the ground, he turned around and dug out the twins who had closed their eyes again and were about to continue sleeping, and said with a smile:
"Good sons, let's go, wash your face and wake up. Khan Ama will take you two to see your Khan Mafa."
The twins, who had not slept enough, were forced by Kangxi to wipe their faces with a wet sweat towel, and they cried in anger in an instant.
Little Thirteen said "Ouch" and immediately punched his own Khan Ama with his little hand.
Xiao Sisi also kicked Kangxi with his short legs.
The two little breast dumplings who were still awake were not very aggressive, and Kangxi didn't care. He coaxed the two sons to dress up and took Liang Jiugong outside.
After the father and son left, Qingyan also turned over and pulled the quilt up again. She did not reveal Kangxi's thoughts. This bitch just felt that he had not seen Shunzhi for so many years, so he didn't know what to do.
Talk about the topic aloud, and bring the twins who are not sensible yet and can't understand what the father and son are talking about. You can easily start the conversation with the help of the twins. If you really get cold feet, it won't be embarrassing if you have these two little live treasures around.
Little Thirteen and Little Fourteen were going to meet their direct relatives, Khan Mafa. He was not worried about what would happen. He fluttered his long eyelashes a few times, listened to the afternoon wind outside the window, and gradually fell asleep again.
Yinzhen, who was sleeping in the east wing of the imperial concubine, suddenly woke up from his sleep and immediately sat up from the bed.
"Xiaosi, what's wrong with you? Have you had a nightmare?"
Chang Quan, who was lying on the same bed as Xiaosi, was accidentally woken up. He opened one eye and glanced at him, yawning and asked in confusion.
"It's okay, cousin, you can continue to sleep. I'm a little thirsty and I plan to get up and have a cup of tea."
Xiao Si, holding back the sweat on his forehead, raised his arm to wipe the sweat, and explained to Chang Quan in a low voice.
When Changquan heard this, he closed his eyes and nodded, then muttered:
"You feel the water in the teapot on the table to see if it is warm. If it is cold, ask someone to mix some hot water for you before you drink it."
"Yeah, got it."
Yinzhen opened the quilt and got out of the bed, bent down to pick up the deerskin short boots and put them on, and responded to Changquan without looking back.
After Changquan heard the news of Yinzhen leaving, he turned over, rolled up the quilt, and fell asleep again.
Yinzhen walked to the table in the middle of the wing, picked up the teapot on the table and poured a glass of water into the white porcelain cup. The tea was indeed a little cold, but he didn't care. Instead, he sat down on the chair and drank the tea.
Mei Mei recalled the content of the dream just now.
He felt that his imagination was getting richer and richer, and he actually dreamed of Khan Ama, Uncle Yu Prince, Uncle Prince Gong and Uncle Chunqin, all surrounding the old monk Xingchi and talking like those young monks.
Say "Khan Amma".
He put the cup to his mouth and shook his head in a funny way. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a sip of herbal tea into his stomach, he seemed to be instantly connected to Ren Du's veins. He suddenly understood why he always felt that the old monk was crazy.
Looks familiar.
If it is the third portrait hanging on the wall in the inner hall of Fengxian Hall, use a brush to draw a few more wrinkles on the young man's face, draw less flesh on the face, and add a gray beard to the chin.
The bright yellow dragon robe on his body has been replaced by a red cassock, and the dragon chair under his butt has become a futon. He is just like an old monk who is walking like a fool!
"Delusion is Khanma Dharma!"
This astonishing thought suddenly flashed through Yinzhen's mind, and his slender red phoenix eyes couldn't help but widen. He finally figured out why there was something wrong with his three elders and the prince brother when the old monk Xingchi showed up at noon.
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His hand holding the cup couldn't help but tremble. He drank a few more sips of cold water, and after barely controlling his emotions, he quickly stood up from the chair, quickly opened the door to the side room and walked out.
Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, he happened to catch a glimpse of Ke Jing dressed in pink.
"Fourth sister!"
Yinzhen saw Ke Jing frowning slightly and walking quickly towards the prince's brother's room. He guessed that the fourth sister had the same idea as him? He hurriedly shouted out.
Because Ke Jingzheng had guessed Xing Chi's identity, he was uneasy and planned to go to his brother, the prince, for confirmation. When he heard a familiar voice, he turned and looked east.
"Fourth brother!"
Yinzhen nodded and ran to Ke Jing in a few steps. After seeing the tangled and anxious look on her face, he put his head to Ke Jing's ear and whispered:
"Fourth sister, are you also planning to talk to the prince brother about Xing Chi?"
"Fourth brother, are you too?"
When Ke Jing heard this, her black and white almond-shaped eyes widened even more, and she asked Yinzhen happily with some surprise.
The brother and sister seemed to be playing charades, and Yinzhen smiled and said: "He looks exactly the same as the third portrait in Fengxian Hall, but they are almost the same."
Ke Jing also swallowed his saliva, motioned for Xiao Si to lower his head, then covered his mouth with his right hand and said softly:
"Fourth brother, when we were halfway up the mountain, I felt that the two words Khan Ama shouted at the beginning seemed to be calling 'Xing Chi' Khan Ama. I thought I was too sensitive, but later I carefully observed Xing Ama.
When I looked at his crazy appearance, I was surprised to find that he also has slender red phoenix eyes, which are very similar to you and Khan Amma in terms of the shape of the eyes."
Yinzhen nodded.
Ke Jing continued: "But his face shape is different from that of Khan Amma. Khan Amma has a long face, but his face shape is the same as that of Xiaoshi San and Xiao Shisi, who have a soft oval face. Ukuma
Don’t Ma and Huang Ma always say that the twins’ faces are most similar to Han Mafa’s? What’s even more exaggerated is that I also saw his big earlobes exposed under the rope of his bamboo hat, and his little Yinxiang and little Yinzhen are almost the same model.
He came out, all these things collided, plus the honorific titles Khan Ama and Prince Brother used for him, it is obvious that this person is our Khan Mafa who died young!"
After Yinzhen patiently listened to Ke Jing's analysis, he saw the little girl raising her eyebrows with pride, as if to say that she was really smart, so he couldn't help but shake his head and smile fondly.
After exchanging information, the brother and sister quickly walked side by side towards Yinreng's room.
When the two of them crossed the threshold, walked through the outer room and entered the inner room, they happened to see the prince just getting up from the bed, leaning on the head of the bed with his arms wrapped around the quilt, his eyes drowsy. Rui Feng stared at the yawning brother Prince in a daze at the end of the bed.
The brother and sister looked at each other and then rushed inside.
Yinzhen and Ke Jing both ran to the bed.
Yinzhen followed the sound and looked towards the door. Before he could react, Yinzhen, who was kneeling beside the bed, threw his arms around his neck. His legs nestled in the bed were also suppressed by Kejing's upper body.
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"Ahem, cough, cough, Xiaosi, Yaya, what are you two doing?"
Yinreng shook the quilt and pushed his clingy brother and sister aside, and just asked.
The next moment, he saw the two of them looking at him with burning eyes, like twins with a tacit understanding, and they said in unison:
"Brother Prince, please tell us whether the old monk Xingchi is our Hanmafa!"
When Yinreng heard what the two people said, he was so shocked that he almost jumped out of bed and chased away all the sleepy people in his head.
Seeing the confident expressions on Yinzhen and Kejing's faces, he was about to ask the brothers and sisters how they guessed it.
At this time, something suddenly fell from the doorway. The three people standing by the bed heard the movement and looked over there. They saw Yinti as if he had been struck by thunder, his eyes widening.