When Bai Lu heard this, her brows instantly wrinkled.
She knew that Prince Yu had always been prudent in his work, and if something urgent had not happened, he would definitely not have disrupted his planned itinerary and hurriedly led people up the mountain to look for the emperor overnight.
She looked at the few people standing in front of her who had not slept all night and looked tired. She put away her thoughts and led them to turn towards the west direction of the cleaning room, and said as she walked:
"Mangzhong, Xiaohan, and Aunt Liu, you two should go wash your faces and wake up first. I'll find someone to bring you some breakfast. You guys should eat some to satisfy your stomach first. The master has already woken up. I will go and tell the master later.
This matter."
Aunt Liu and others also knew what Bai Lu meant. Only if they cheered up quickly and regained their strength could they better take care of the naughty young brothers. They nodded hurriedly and quickly followed Bai Lu to scrub them.
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In the other compartment, Prince Yu Fuquan, who was wearing a dark blue winter robe and a silver-gray winter hat on his head, followed the host An Wu, who was wearing a red cassock, and walked hurriedly towards the Zen room area near the back mountain.
Nearing the fourth quarter of the hour, the sky above our heads began to brighten slightly, and the mountains in the distance revealed their dark outlines. The cold wind whistling in the mountains blew away the big sweater clothes on Fu's body and the fur of the warm hat on his head.
Falling everywhere, the cassock worn by Master An Wu was also blown up by the cold wind.
"Your Majesty, in front of you is the Zen room where the Emperor and Master Xingchi's uncle are. The poor monk will go down first and arrange for the disciples to prepare some breakfast for you. You can go in by yourself."
Master An Wu pointed with his right hand to the front of the large Zen room, which was about four or five meters away from them and faced south, and whispered.
Fuquan looked forward in the direction of his finger and saw tall persimmon trees not far from the door of the Zen room.
The overripe red persimmons were falling down in a "pat, pat" pattern. The two oil paper lanterns under the eaves of the Zen house were also blown wildly by the cold wind. A warm yellow candlelight faintly came out of the window, and it looked like it was...
It gives people an inexplicable feeling of peace of mind.
Fu Quan, who was in his early thirties, was wondering in his heart what kind of master with extremely high attainments in Buddhism could induce the emperor to give up the opportunity to have breakfast with his family and come to sit at the same table with him, but the exhaustion from climbing the mountain all night had already made him tired.
His mind couldn't move at all, so he reluctantly nodded to the host An Wu beside him, said "Thank you", then forced himself to stay energetic and strode forward.
Monk Anwu also immediately turned around and ordered the young novice who was following him to prepare hot water for washing and breakfast for Prince Yu.
Liang Jiugong, who had been standing at the entrance screen of the meditation room with his head lowered and taking a nap, could faintly hear the sound of the bottoms of boots being stepped on the bluestone under his feet in the wind. He quickly shook his head, opened the wooden door and looked outside. He happened to be standing in front of the door.
Fuquan, who was about to raise his right hand and curl his fingers to knock on the door, was bumped into.
Looking at Fuquan, who was covered in coldness and exhaustion, Liang Jiugong couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock. He quickly opened the gap in the wooden door, stepped over the threshold and faced him, and asked in confusion:
"My lord, why did you go up the mountain so early?"
Fuquan did not answer him immediately, but looked behind Liang Jiugong along his shoulder, only to see a bamboo screen with the word "Buddha" written in gold ink.
He cupped his fists with both hands and cupped his hands towards Liang Jiugong and said:
"Eunuch Liang, I have something urgent to report to the Emperor. Can the Emperor be inside?"
"Here, here, Your Majesty, please wait a moment, my servant will go in and deliver the message to you."
Liang Jiugong, who quickly came to his senses, suppressed all the doubts that appeared in his mind, and hurriedly turned around and walked into the Zen room. Fuquan also turned around, closed his eyelids and leaned against the outer wall of the Zen room, waiting patiently.
The father and son who were sitting at the square table in the center of the hall having breakfast also vaguely heard the voices outside. Xingchi, who was drinking porridge with a spoon in his hand, and Kangxi, who was peeling a tea egg in his hand, stopped what they were doing.
, raised his head and looked at the screen.
The next moment, he saw Liang Jiugong walking in hastily, leaning towards them and saying:
"Master, Master, Prince Yu said he has something urgent to tell you. He is waiting outside the Zen room right now."
Hearing this, both father and son were stunned.
"Liang Jiugong, you said the second brother is standing outside the door now?"
Kangxi thought he had heard wrongly, so he put the tea egg in his hand back into the small white porcelain plate, and asked his confidant eunuch again in disbelief.
Liang Jiugong carefully glanced at the old monk Xingchi sitting opposite the emperor, and found that this man also had a face full of surprise. Then he leaned slightly and replied to Kangxi thoughtfully:
"Yes, long live your Majesty. Your Majesty looks like he hasn't slept all night. He just said that he has something urgent to tell you and asked his servant to come in and inform him."
"Is it an emergency?"
When Kangxi heard this, he couldn't help but frown and subconsciously looked at his Khan Ama.
The old monk Xingchi couldn't help but squeeze the white porcelain spoon in his hand, thinking about it in his heart.
The father and son looked at each other and couldn't think of what would happen for a moment, but the people standing outside blowing the cold wind were their biological brothers and biological sons after all.
Kangxi took the first step to look away from Xing Chi and gave instructions to his confidant eunuch:
"Liang Jiugong, go outside and ask your second brother to come in, get some hot water and an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks."
"Yes, I will go right away."
Liang Jiugong nodded and quickly went out to call Fuquan. After a while, the two of them walked around the screen and entered the hall one after another.
After Fuquan entered the hall, he immediately saw Kangxi sitting on a chair wearing a black winter robe. He didn't bother to look at the old monk sitting opposite him, and hurriedly leaned over and saluted:
"This slave pays his respects to the Emperor."
"Second brother, get up quickly."
Kangxi stood up from the chair, helped Fuquan up, and led him to the square table.
Liang Jiugong also started to bow and retreat slowly with great eyesight. As he expected, when he walked to the door of the Zen room, he heard an extremely loud voice from Prince Yu from behind the screen. He was surprised, happy and surprised, and his emotions were extremely complicated.
"Khan Amma".
It was another scene where a long-lost father and son recognized each other. Eunuch Liang couldn't help but shake his head and sighed in his heart, then he crossed the threshold and stood outside.
At this time, there was already a hint of fish belly white on the horizon. He looked at the gloomy sky above his head and couldn't help but feel worried. The weather in the mountains was really changeable. It was so sunny yesterday, but it seemed like it was going to rain overnight.
It's snowing heavily.
Just as he was thinking this, two young novice monks in gray-brown monk robes suddenly walked over from a distance.
One hand holds a copper basin filled with hot water.
A tray carrying steaming breakfast.
Upon seeing this, Liang Jiugong hurriedly stepped forward, greeted him with a warm smile on his face, and said:
"Two young masters, are these prepared for the prince?"
"Yes, donor, Master asked us to prepare this."
"Okay, then leave it to me. The little chef who took the breakfast would like to wait for a moment until I bring the hot water in, and then come out to get it."
After Liang Jiugong said this, he picked up the copper basin with a smile and turned around and walked into the Zen room.
The two young monks couldn't help but be stunned. They mistakenly thought that the royal rules were strict. They looked at Liang Jiugong's back. They looked at each other and said "Amitabha" and said nothing more.
After Liang Jiugong entered the Zen room with hot water, he walked quietly to the clean room on the east side. He faintly heard the emperor whispering to Prince Yu in the hall, explaining the truth about how the late emperor faked his death and left the palace. He hurriedly
He lowered his eyebrows, pretended to be deaf, and hurriedly put the copper basin on the three-legged poplar wood washbasin stand in the clean room, then quickly walked back the same way and walked outside, receiving the hot air from another novice monk.
A hearty breakfast.
He deliberately slowed down while carrying breakfast. After entering the door, he held his breath and stood behind the screen. After listening carefully, it was confirmed that the father and son inside had stopped talking. Then he walked over with a smile on his face and smiled at Kangxi.
road:
"Long live my lord, this is the breakfast prepared by the young masters in the temple for the prince. The hot water for washing has just been delivered to the clean room in the east."
Death Fu never thought that he would be able to see his living Khan Ama in this unknown remote temple today. At this time, his mind was in confusion. After listening to Kangxi's explanation, he still felt a sense of confusion.
There was a sense of unreality in the mist, and when Liang Jiugong mentioned his words, he was stunned and had no reaction.
Kangxi could understand his second brother's mood very well. After all, it took him several years to fully accept the fact that his Khan Ama had not died. When Cao Yin suddenly returned to the Forbidden City with this shocking secret, he was also shocked.
I didn't sleep well for several nights.
The old monk Xingchi glanced at his second son Fuquan, who was sitting next to him. After so many years, the faces of his two sons had changed a lot, but their temperaments had not changed at all.
The second son still looked honest and honest, but the sharpness in the eyes of the third son could not be concealed.
He stood up and took out a set of clean bamboo toothbrushes, bamboo tooth cups and dry white sweat towels from the half-length cabinet next to the long pine table on the north wall. He walked to the square table and handed it to Fuquan with a smile:
"Your Majesty, go and use these to wash up in the clean room first."
When Fuquan heard Xingchi's words, he raised his head and glanced up. Standing in front of him, Khan Ama, whose face was much older and both familiar and yet unfamiliar, took the toiletries from him with trembling hands and ordered them with red eyes.
Nodding, he slowly stood up from the chair while holding on to the tabletop.
Liang Jiugong saw Prince Yu swaying and hurriedly stepped forward to hold his arm and send Fuquan into the clean room. Then he returned to the square table and placed all the porridge and side dishes on the tray in a bowl and a plate.
He took it out and put it on the table. After finishing all these things, he took the tray and retreated to the screen to use it as a background board.
Fuquan, who stayed in the clean room for more than a quarter of an hour before calming down his turbulent emotions like a rising tide, walked out with his collar slightly wet from the hot water.
Looking at the calm, nearly fifty-year-old man sitting on the chair, one can't even imagine the way he looked when he was young and rebellious in a bright yellow dragon robe. The two "Master" and "Khan Amma"
The irrelevant epithets rolled over and over on the tip of his tongue many times, but Fuquan still honestly and respectfully shouted: "Khan Ama."
The old monk Xingchi knew that Fuquan was an honest boy, and that this "outdated" title could not be corrected, so he could only point to the bowls and chopsticks on his left hand and said with a smile:
"The porridge is almost cold. Your Majesty, please sit down and eat."
"Why!"
Fuquan nodded obediently, lifted up the hem of his winter robe and sat on a chair. He reached out and took the tea eggs that Kangxi had peeled and handed to him. After eating them in two mouthfuls, he picked up the white porcelain bowl and "gudonggudong" to warm it up in a few mouthfuls.
After drinking some millet porridge, my dry stomach felt better, and most of my energy and energy returned.
Kangxi saw that his second brother looked better, so he couldn't wait to ask:
"Second brother, what emergency happened that made you run to the mountain in such a hurry."
Fuquan washed the egg yolk into his stomach with porridge, swallowed all the food in his mouth, then looked at Xing Chi and Kangxi and said seriously:
"Your Majesty, from the time you started going up the mountain to now, your servants and guards in disguise have blocked three waves of assassinations."
"What, three waves of assassinations?"
When Kangxi heard this, his eyes widened in shock.
Xing Chi, who was turning the string of beads in his hand, couldn't help but pause for a moment.
"Yes, two groups of them are the rats hiding in the gutter who resisted the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty. There is a special group of Mongolians, but they don't have obvious tribal marks on their bodies. The slaves can't tell them apart.
Where do people come from?”
Fuquan sighed a little tiredly and explained that the assassinations continued for two days and he barely slept a wink.
Kangxi frowned, turning the jade ring on his hand and thinking for a long time. The "assassination" was actually within his expectation. After all, compared to the Forbidden City where there were guards with swords and high vermilion walls everywhere, the surrounding area was less windy.
The deep mountains and old forests were perfect for hiding and carrying out assassinations, but he didn't expect that the assassinations would be so intensive. Even the Mongols spared no effort and came all the way to create trouble for him.
He suppressed the anger in his heart, clenched his fist hanging by his side, and asked again angrily:
"Second brother, is there anything else?"
Fuquan saw that Kangxi had digested the assassination matter so quickly, and when he thought of the group of even more unexpected visitors, the expression on his face became a little strange.
With confused eyes, Fuquan frowned, pursed his lips and bit his lower lip with his teeth, organized his words, then lowered his head and lowered his voice:
"Your Majesty, the strangest thing is that the servants and guards detained a group of people from the Rakshasa Kingdom at the foot of the mountain yesterday afternoon. They were led by a tall and handsome young man about the same age as Baoqing. What he was doing was obviously
Businessmen dress up, but we find
Hidden among them was the Deadpool, who was extremely skilled in martial arts and was protecting him at all times. We also found a white jade pendant tied with a gold chain around the young man's neck. The pattern engraved on the bottom of the jade pendant looked a bit like a Rakshasa.