When Kangxi heard this, he couldn't help but widened his slender red phoenix eyes and looked at Fuquan in shock.
Not only was he surprised, the old monk Xingchi sitting opposite him, Danfeng, who looked very similar to Kangxi, also had a look of consternation clearly in his eyes. At the same time, several questions quickly ran through his mind.
The Rakshasa Kingdom is far away in the cold north, separated from the Central Gate of the Qing Dynasty by the entire Mobei and Monan Mongolia, but Mount Wutai is located in Shanxi Province. Why do the royal family of the Rakshasa Kingdom come all the way here? Who are these people?
Is it coming for him? Or is it coming for his emperor’s son?
Fuquan looked at himself and said something that completely ruined the warm atmosphere where the father and son had breakfast together. His third brother and Khan Ama both had frowning and worried faces, and couldn't help but frown.
Putting his fist on the table, he touched the warm hat on his head with a little embarrassment and added:
"Your Majesty, what is the specific relationship between that young man and the Tsar? The servant has not been able to figure it out yet, but the token he is wearing around his neck does seem to be something belonging to the royal family, and the young man is tall and handsome, and he looks like a
It has a background."
"He couldn't speak Manchu, and his Chinese was very poor, so the slaves separately interrogated the adults who protected him. I heard from those idiots who could speak Chinese that they were ordinary Rakshasa merchants, and they were just on the sidelines every day.
While selling goods, I traveled around the mountains and rivers of the Qing Dynasty. I just happened to be near Mount Wutai some time ago. I knew this was a holy land of Buddhism, so I came up curiously to have a look. But I felt that this group of people was very noble. It was really
Not like ordinary people.
"My servant doesn't speak Rakshasa, and none of the guards accompanying me can speak Rakshasa. That's why I went up the mountain all night to look for you to see what I should do."
After Kangxi listened to Fuquan's words, his right hand resting on the armrest of the armchair subconsciously turned the jade ring finger on his hand, frowning in thought.
As early as the ninth year of Kangxi, the second year after he had just stumbled upon Obai's pro-government, the Rakshasa Kingdom sent envoys to the Forbidden City to meet him for the first time. However, those people's words and deeds were quite impolite. I was seventeen at the time.
At the age of 18, he couldn't speak Rakshasa language, and he was concerned about the San Francisco and the Mongols in the south, so he suppressed the arrogance of those idiots and started to study Rakshasa language diligently. Now it really comes in handy.
He tapped the wooden handrail with his fingers and said thoughtfully:
"Khan Amma, second brother, I am very sure that I have not received news that the Russian envoy is coming to the Qing Dynasty this year. If this young man is really from the Rakshasa royal family, I estimate that he probably smuggled to the Qing Dynasty with the caravan."
"Then doesn't this mean that there has been great turmoil within the Rakshasa Kingdom's royal family that we don't know about in recent years?"
Fuquan couldn't help but move his buttocks on the chair, looked at Kangxi and murmured.
The old monk Xing Chi, who was sitting opposite the two brothers, listened to what the two sons said, picked up the porridge on the table and drank it by himself.
Most of the people in the Rakshasa Kingdom are big men with big beards. Although Monan Mongolia is now completely annexed to the Qing Dynasty, Mobei Mongolia, which borders the Rakshasa Kingdom to the north, has been under the control of Ama Huang Taiji since then.
After the collapse, his attitude towards the Rakshasa and the Qing Dynasty had been somewhat ambiguous since he came to power, regardless of the fact that Khan Amma had decided to offer "Nine White Camels, One White Horse and Eight" to the Qing Dynasty every year.
Not to mention the regulations on "paying tribute", it is like a piece of grass blowing in the wind, falling to whichever side it is strong.
But when he was young, he was unable to do what he wanted. In addition, not long after the Qing Dynasty entered the country, the people's sentiments were turbulent. He was busy with internal affairs and could not spare his hands to clean up the mess in Mobei. Now, like San Francisco and Treasure Island, everything is left to him.
His son Xuan Ye came to manage it. Thinking of this, Xing Chi sighed in his heart, feeling that he was really a bit too much when he was young!
Kangxi didn't know that his Khan Ama was despising him in his heart. At this time, he was brainstorming crazily in his mind, and his eyes were shining, thinking about what if his second brother was so lucky that the boy he caught this time was the tsar's.
His biological son, what kind of political goals can he use this young man to achieve, and how can he take the opportunity to bite off a large piece of Tsarist Russia in the north.
Since he ascended the throne at the age of eight, Khan Galdan of Mongolia Junggar in Mongolia has been ambitious and wants to invade eastward, and Mobei has not sincerely joined him. He not only has to guard against the alliance between Moxi and Mobei
He rose up and devoured Monan under his nose, and he was always worried that one day Mobei Mongolia would fall to Rakshasa. Therefore, in these years, he has continued the alliance and flag system established by his ancestors for the three major tribes in Mobei.
It is divided and divided again, and internal fighting continues, without taking care of others.
However, in recent years, the Rakshasa Kingdom has frequently attacked Shengjing, Heilongjiang, and the soldiers and civilians in the Songhua River Basin. Repeated warnings have no effect.
He once personally wrote a letter to the Tsar, asking him to extradite the Daur chief Ghent Mulben and others who had rebelled to the Rakshasa Kingdom back to the Qing Dynasty, and to stop sending troops to harass the border between the two countries. However, the Rakshasa Tsar never gave him any advice.
He wrote back that Kangxi had always felt that the Tsar was too arrogant before. Now this Rakshasa boy, who was suspected to be a relative of the Tsar, suddenly appeared in the deep mountains and forests, making Kangxi couldn't help but think of a question that he had never thought about:
Does the Rakshasa Kingdom still have a tsar? Or is their tsar still alive?
The three people at the dinner table were each thinking about their own things. For a moment, the Zen room was extremely quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were the shallow breathing of a few people and the howling north wind outside.
Liang Jiugong, who was standing next to the bamboo screen as a background for chatting, looked at the father and son sitting in front of the table in silence. He couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at the glass window on the north wall. Seeing the sky outside, the door had already closed before he knew it.
It was bright, but there was a white mist covering it, and the visibility was very low. He squinted and looked carefully for a while, and then he realized that it seemed to be snowing outside.
The snow falling in the mountains is really not a good thing for this group of people to enjoy the snow. Liang Jiugong couldn't help coughing twice, lowered his head slightly and said softly:
"Your Majesty, it's daybreak and it's starting to snow outside."
Hearing Liang Jiugong's voice, the father and son came back to their senses. They turned and looked at the window on the north wall in unison, and indeed they saw fine and dense snow drifting down from the eaves.
Xing Chi, who had also served as the Qing Emperor and knew the importance of this Rakshasa group, lightly shook the Buddhist string hanging on his right hand twice, stood up from his chair, smiled at Kangxi and Fuquan and said:
"Heavy snow in this mountain sometimes lasts for several days at a time. If the mountain is blocked by heavy snow, it may miss the emperor's business. The sincerity of the emperor and his family members who took the trouble to come to Wutai Mountain to pray for the Qing Dynasty must have been reflected by the Buddha.
I have received it. I won’t keep the emperor and prince here much. The emperor should pack up his luggage as soon as possible and take his family down the mountain back to the inn early."
Seeing their Khan Ama standing up, the Kangxi brothers did not dare to sit down anymore, and hurriedly stood up from their chairs. Kangxi, who understood the meaning of Xingchi's words, couldn't help but clasped his hands and called Xingchi a Buddha's name, and then
Looking at the old monk sincerely and with a little nostalgia, he asked warmly:
"Khan Ama, Xuan Ye is leaving for this trip, and I don't know when he will be free to come here again. Do you have anything to tell Xuan Ye? Or is there something that Xuan Ye needs to take with him?
"
After Fuquan followed Kangxi and saluted Xingchi with his hands folded, his heart was full of mixed feelings, which were quite complicated and difficult to describe. He never thought that from knowing that his Khan's Ama was still alive to bidding farewell to his own Khan's Ama, he just said
It took less than half an hour, but after all, he had entered his thirties, became a husband, and a father. He could clearly prioritize things and knew that the most important thing at the moment was to find out the Rakshasa in the inn as soon as possible.
As a young man, he can still come to Wutai Mountain if there is a chance in the future.
The old monk Xingchi standing next to the chair looked at the brothers carefully for a while with a smile in his eyes, then lowered his head and took the two strings of Buddhist beads wrapped around his right hand. Under Kangxi's puzzled eyes, he handed them to him, smiling.
He explained:
"I heard from the emperor yesterday that the twins will be pregnant in the middle of next month. This bracelet, which I have been holding for more than 20 years, should be regarded as a gift for them."
"Khan Ama, this is impossible."
When Kangxi heard that the two sandalwood bracelets in his hands turned out to be the things that his mother had used for half his life, he hurriedly stuffed them back, shook his head and refused.
Things that have been used for more than 20 years have long become a part of one's body. It is so unaccustomed to give them away so suddenly!
Xing Chi pushed Kang Xi's hand back with a smile and added:
"Your Majesty, these two young brothers are also rare people in the royal family who have the wisdom and connection with Buddhism. I can't find anyone else who is destined to have this bracelet except them."
The third time he heard that his two young sons were related to Buddhism, Kangxi couldn't help but feel a little stunned.
He really couldn't accept his son who was going to become a monk anymore. He looked down at the two shiny sandalwood bracelets on the quilt and thought about it. These two little guys were following him all day long to chant sutras with Khan Amma. It was also true that he thought so.
Those who have a little bit of Buddha nature, Buddhist things are always blessed, so just think of this as a greeting gift from your own Khan to his grandsons.
After thinking about it this way, Kangxi felt much better, and he put the two bracelets into his arms without any further excuses.
After Xingchi saw Kangxi put away the things, he slowly turned around and walked back to the half-length cabinet by the north wall. He opened the cabinet door and bent down to take out a carved wooden box. He returned holding the wooden box.
He handed his hands to Kangxi and said with a smile:
"This wooden box contains several Buddhist scriptures that I copied for the Empress Dowager. I also asked the emperor to deliver them to me. I don't want to talk about the past. I sincerely hope that she can be healthy and everything goes well and enjoy her old age."
Hearing this, the eyes of the two brothers suddenly lit up. It can be said that they both relied on the protection of their royal mothers when they were young to grow up well. They have always had a deep feeling for the empress dowager.
Now, if the Queen Mother could see the Buddhist scriptures that their Khan Ama had copied for her, even if the mother and son did not meet, I think the Queen Mother would still be happy in her heart.
Liang Jiugong, who was standing at the screen, also stepped forward hurriedly and winkingly. With a warm smile on his face, he respectfully took the wooden box from the old monk Xingchi and held it in his hands.
"It's getting late, I will send the emperor and the prince away from the temple now."
After Xing Chi handed the wooden box to Liang Jiugong, he stretched out his right hand and made a "please" gesture sideways. The two brothers also nodded and followed his own steps.
When the four people hurriedly walked out of the Zen room and stood on the bluestone-paved path outside the temple door, they realized that the sky above their heads was very gloomy, with a slight yellow tinge.
The fluttering snowflakes were also falling thickly. The red persimmon trees not far away were already covered with white snow. The yellow leaves on the ginkgo trees were also blown everywhere by the cold wind, and then they were all covered with snowflakes one by one.
It was pressed to the ground and couldn't fly.
Kangxi and Fuquan both wore thick warm hats on their heads. Snowflakes scattered on their hats and quickly melted into the fur.
Kangxi watched the snowflakes fall directly on the bald head of his Khan Amma, which was dotted with ring scars. The red cassock draped on him looked even redder under the white snow.
He didn't feel it when he was in the meditation room just now, but seeing the wing room so close, the feeling of separation in Kangxi's heart was like a heavy stone pressing on his heart.
He is different from his brothers. He is busy with government affairs, coupled with the preparations for the emperor's trip, which is inconvenient. Now he, Khan Ama, is also an old man, and this Wutai Mountain is not like the Forbidden City.
Likewise, there are imperial doctors with superb medical skills and all kinds of fine medicinal materials on hand at all times, so that in case any noble master becomes unwell, he can be consulted in time.
It is very likely that the father and son will never meet again after this meeting. Thinking of this, Kangxi's throat became a little tight, and he couldn't help but clench the big hand on his side, and turned sideways to Xing Chi and asked in a low voice
road:
"Khan Ama, do you really have nothing to entrust to Xuan Ye?"
Xing Chi led three people around a corner and saw from a distance the imperial concubine wearing an orange winter coat with white fox fur inlays on the collar and cuffs, and the crown prince wearing an autumn fragrant winter robe greeting the palace.
People packed up and saluted, and a group of thickly wrapped little carrot heads were running happily around the yard. There were also two short, silly little grandsons who were raising their little heads and opening their mouths to eat the food floating from the sky.
snowflake.
Seeing his children and grandchildren looking harmonious and warm, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckled:
"I have nothing special to say to the emperor. I just hope that the emperor can always remember that you are the emperor and you must set an example for all people."
"I was incompetent when I was young. I only hope that the emperor can regard me as a negative example and truly care about the people so that they can live and work in peace and contentment and live a happy life."
"Furthermore, no dynasty can escape the end of decline and overthrow after its peak. The inheritance of the throne of the Aisin Gioro family is really as light as a feather compared with the happy life of millions of people. Mention it."
"If possible, I hope that the emperor will always do difficult but right things, conform to the development trend of the times, and make the necessary preparations. If one day I can see the Qing Dynasty getting better and better under the emperor's governance on the day of his death. It has become stronger and stronger, even reaching its peak. Even if I turn into a handful of loess, I will be extremely happy."
Kangxi heard the words "conforming to the development trend of the times" and clenched his fists closer to his sides.
At this time, Chang Quan, who was playing with little Yinyou and little Yinhu on the snowflakes, raised his head and saw his Ama coming. His eyes lit up, and he ran towards the door of the yard like he was having fun, shouting with joy:
"Amma, you went up the mountain so quickly!"
After not seeing each other for a few days, Fuquan felt very happy when he saw his precious son. He stretched out his arms and took his son into his arms. He smiled and touched Changquan's head with his big, calloused hands and asked, "What's going on in the past two days?" Do you sleep well and eat well?
Changquan smiled and answered what Amma said.
Chang Quan's voice also caused Xiao Jiu and Xiao Ten, who were raising their little heads to catch the snowflakes with their mouths stupidly, to stop.
The two guys, who were dressed like little penguins, followed the sound and looked at the door. They saw Kangxi in a black winter robe. His beautiful peach blossom eyes and phoenix eyes were both bright, and they both had their little mouths grinned and their hands were upside down. With little short legs, he happily ran to Kangxi, grabbed the hem of his winter robe and raised his little head to look at him expectantly.
Kangxi was quite happy when he saw his two sons running up to him with bright eyes. The next moment, he heard the brothers' milky sounds and sweet words.
"Khan Ama, Khan Ama, you are finally back. Let's go down the mountain quickly. The Queen said we can eat meat when we go down the mountain!"
When the Buddhist master told him that he wanted to eat meat, Kangxi couldn't help but stiffen and rubbed the round heads of his two sons in annoyance. He felt that these two little ones were just like their elder brothers and sisters, they were both careless. Little bastard!
The old monk Xingchi looked at his three grandchildren happily.
"Your Majesty, all our courtiers and concubines have been taken care of."
The imperial concubine followed behind the two little breast dumplings, walked over with a smile, leaned down towards Kangxi, then clasped her hands together and made a Buddha name to Xingchi, nodded to Fuquan, and finally expressed her respect to the father and son. Said hello.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please go down the mountain quickly. If it snows heavily later, it will be difficult to walk on the mountain road if there is snow."
Xing Chi returned the Buddhist salute to the imperial concubine. Seeing his two sons looking at him with some reluctance, he couldn't help but smile and urge her again.
As soon as he finished speaking, the eldest princess Fulana also held the arm of the empress dowager and walked out of the wing.
Qiqige, wearing a dark purple winter coat, stood under the eaves and looked at the people standing at the door from a distance.
Yinti, Yinreng and the others also followed their Queen Mother and walked out of the wing.
Yinti held Xiao Shishi, who was wearing a tiger head hat, in his arms. Yinreng, who was standing next to him, held the cute little Shisan. After the two brothers saw Han Mafa standing at the entrance of the courtyard, they couldn't help but look at each other in tacit understanding. One glance, and then turned his attention to Yinzhen and Ke Jing.
The two brothers and sisters, who were standing side by side, saw the looks cast by their two brothers and both blinked in response.
On this trip to Mount Wutai, the four brothers and sisters had enough to eat "melons". Uncle Fuquan and Wang Bo interrupted their plans and hurried up the mountain, proving that there must be "big melons" waiting for them to eat at the inn, and they tasted "eating"
The four people who were having fun with "melon" had already spread their wings and flew to the foot of the mountain.
At four o'clock in the morning, the royal family, wearing long cloaks and thick wind-suppressing cloaks, left Qingliang Temple.
Xiao Qi and Xiao Ba were led by the eldest and second sisters. Xiao Jiu, Xiao Ten, Xiao Eleven and Xiao Twelve, the four younger ones who could not walk fast, were held in the arms of Prince Yu's sword-carrying guards who took him up the mountain.
Go forward.
The twins were wrapped tightly, with only a pair of clear and big eyes exposed. One was lying in the arms of his mother, and the other was nestled in the arms of his mother-in-law.
The two brothers were curiously tugging on the bracelets that they had wrapped twice before hanging on their chubby arms.
Qingyan lowered her head and looked at the little Yinxiang in her arms, who was happily shaking the bracelet in her arms, as if she had found a new toy, and a smile flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Who would have thought that after this trip, the two brothers would be the ones who got the most gifts. As soon as they arrived at the temple, they received the takraw ball from Master An Wu, the peace charm from Master Xingsen, and the "Buddha connection".
Their Khan Ama entrusted her with a personal bracelet, which was handed over to her Khan Ama. This really surprised her.
"Mama, Zhuzhu, Ci."
Xiao Yinzhen got tired of playing with the Buddhist skewers after shaking them for a few times. He pinched the brown sandalwood beads with his white and tender hands and tried to stuff them into Kangxi's mouth.
Kangxi hurriedly pressed his lips together, tilted his head back hard, and was heartbroken to avoid the "gift" that his innocent little son brought to his mouth. With such a fuss, he didn't have time to feel sad about parting.
The old monk Xingchi stood at the entrance of Qingliang Temple and watched the group of people go away. When all their figures disappeared and a series of shallow footprints were left on the snow, he turned around and stepped back to the temple, walking straight
He walked to the Zen room of his senior brother, Master Xingsen.
The beautiful white cat with mandarin duck eyes swung its fluffy tail and ran quickly over the wall covered with white snowflakes, bringing down a lot of snow.
After a while, a line of plum blossom prints were trampled on the snow, and he trotted to the door of a meditation room. He squeezed his chubby body through the crack of the door, which was not tightly closed, and stood at the door to remove all the snowflakes stuck to his fur.
Shaking it off, he raised his head and walked with graceful cat steps towards the little monk sitting cross-legged under the glass window on the east wall.
"Ah, here you are, Mr. Cat Donor. The monk has already put the sweet potatoes and vegetarian buns prepared for you on your plate."
Zhikong, who was wearing a red cassock and sitting cross-legged on a futon under the glass window with his eyes closed and meditating on Buddhist scriptures, suddenly felt something furry and warm rubbing against his legs. He hurriedly opened his eyes and reached out to put something lying on his legs.
He held the white cat in his arms, running his right hand along its back hair and laughing warmly.
"Meow meow meow meow~"
The white cat snuggled comfortably in his arms and meowed.
As if he understood what it meant, Zhikong stood up from the futon with Maomao in his arms, glanced out the window with snowflakes falling, and said to himself:
"You said those distinguished guests have left the temple?"
"Meow!"
The white cat scratched the folded ears on the top of its head with its front paws.
"Then let's go find our two senior brothers for morning classes."
Zhikong walked to the square table not far away, picked up the small plate with sweet potatoes and vegetarian steamed buns on it, hugged the white cat tightly in his arms and pushed open the wooden door with a creak, braved the wind and snow, and walked towards
Go to the Zen room at the back.
He had just reached the Xingsen Zen Room and was standing at the door, about to cross the threshold and enter, when he faintly heard the voices of two senior brothers talking from inside.
"Senior brother, when the emperor was assassinated, you said that there was something different in the stars. Behind the little emperor star next to the purple star, there was a king star that was about to turn into an emperor star. Now there is another pair of twin lucky stars descending.
What is the royal horoscope like now?"
Hearing this, Zhikong couldn't help but stop knocking on the door and blinked. The cat lying in his arms used one paw to pull off the red-skinned sweet potato from the plate, and held the sweet potato with two paws.
It slowly lowered its head and gnawed, and the few whiskers around its mouth trembled as it ate.