The deterrent power of the handgun was great. When Peter saw this, he immediately raised his hands reflexively and made a gesture of surrender towards Kangxi and Prince Yu.
Since he was ten years old, with the full support of his mother's clan, he was pushed to the throne by the courtiers. In just two years, he has experienced countless assassinations, and his mind and courage have long been tempered.
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Although he was now in a strange foreign country, and Kangxi's gun pointed directly at his heart made him break out in cold sweat, Peter still tried to cheer up, forced his eyes to look directly at Kangxi, and replied quickly in Russian, pretending to be relaxed.
road:
"Your Excellency is the Qing Emperor Aixinjueluo Xuanye, right? I have heard about your political achievements. Your situation when you were young was similar to mine. In my opinion, you are a very promising monarch."
When Kangxi heard Peter flattering him, he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, thinking that the emperor of Tsarist Russia was called "Tsar", so it would not be an exaggeration for him, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, to be called "Emperor of the Qing Dynasty". To be fair, this
The boy is not too annoying.
But when he thought that the land he was stepping on now was the boundary of Mount Wutai, the smile on Kangxi's face quickly dissipated, and was replaced by a cold and solemn face that kept strangers away.
When Peter saw this, he couldn't help but be a little confused.
Before he could understand why Kangxi suddenly changed his face, the next moment he felt the imperial pressure suddenly emanating from Kangxi, which was more than ten times stronger than that of his father during his lifetime. At the same time, Kangxi's right arm also
Lifting it up, the black gun tip also moved from his heart to the center of his eyebrows. Peter clearly realized that if Kangxi moved his fingers at this time, his head would blossom.
He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and his face suddenly turned cold, like a wolf cub that was about to die of hunger in the middle of winter when it encountered a life-saving prey. He also restrained his pretense of ease, and looked at
He pursed his lips and stared at Kangxi.
The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and Fu Quan faintly felt that the chill outside the window had slowly drifted in through the cracks in the window, wrapping around the three of them like a veil.
After all, Peter was still a young man, and his experience was quite different from that of Kangxi.
The clothes on his back were soaked with the cold sweat that broke out on his body. The sweaty clothes were tightly wrapped around him like a second layer of skin, making his whole body uncomfortable. He was so cold that he couldn't stop shaking.
He shuddered. Although he was afraid in his heart, he still mustered up the courage and said coldly:
"Your Excellency is the emperor, and I am also the emperor. You put me under house arrest first, and then you want to murder me. Is it possible that you really want Tsarist Russia and the Qing Dynasty to go to war?"
Although Fuquan, who was standing behind the armchair, could not understand what the emperor and the young tsar were talking about, but looking at the tense situation between the two emperors at this moment, his heart could not help but feel high.
He could clearly see that his third brother, the emperor, was indeed offended at this moment, and the young tsar opposite him was obviously also mad.
Neither of them were ordinary people, and neither of them could be interrupted by him, but as a prince of the Qing Dynasty, he still had basic political literacy. He knew that even if the emperor was angry again, the young tsar could not be killed.
As the saying goes: When two armies are fighting, the envoy will not be killed.
If one of the emperor's third brothers fails to hold back and really blows the little tsar's head, if the other one fails, the two big Asian countries will send millions of troops to start a war on the border.
Fuquan took out a soft sweat towel from his arms, wiped the sweat from his forehead, quietly lowered his head and looked at the stern side face of his third brother, the emperor, and then looked up at the man standing opposite him beside the soft couch.
The Young Tsar.
This attention really allowed him to see some details. Although the tall young man opposite was looking at them directly, he was also peeking at the furniture beside him with the corner of his eye, obviously looking for someone.
A place to hide.
Sure enough, he followed closely, and the next moment he saw the tall boy squatting down suddenly, rolling neatly and hiding behind the soft couch.
He never thought that someone would secretly escape under the emperor's pressure.
There was a loud "bang" sound from the handgun, and a round hole was punched out of the polished bronze mirror half a person's height behind the soft couch. The mirror surface separated from the mahogany chassis below, and the fine solid wood shattered into wood slag.
Splashing everywhere.
Fuquan looked down at Kangxi in disbelief. He never expected that his third brother, the emperor, would actually pull the trigger on the little tsar!
Peter, who tried hard to curl up his tall body into a ball, looked at the pieces of wood flying towards his face, and he hurriedly raised his arms to protect his head.
Not to mention Fuquan, even he didn't expect that Kangxi would actually take a shot at him.
Being frightened like this, he felt that his usually very smart head had been blown to pieces with a "bang", and his heart was beating "bang bang bang" in a panic, as if his heart would burst from his throat as soon as he opened his mouth.
The child jumped out.
The two guards standing outside guarding the door were also frightened by the sudden loud noise. After coming back to their senses, they hurriedly opened the door nervously and looked inside. They saw that the emperor and Prince Yu were fine, and the Rakshasa boy
But there was no one in sight, so I felt relieved, carefully closed the door, and waved away the other colleagues who had heard the noise and rushed towards me.
After a long time, when the choking smell of gunpowder smoke in the room completely dissipated, Kangxi reached out and touched the slightly hot mouth of the blunderbuss, and said softly with no discernible joy or anger in his tone:
"Come out. If I really want to kill you, I will never give you the slightest chance to escape behind the soft couch."
When Peter heard this, his thick black eyebrows frowned tightly. He gently poked his head and saw that Kangxi had indeed put the terrifying blunderbuss back into his arms. Then he stood up and shook his hair gently.
With numb long legs, he walked a few steps back to his original position, and replied with an unkind tone and narrowed his eyes:
"Your Excellency is the emperor, and I am also the monarch of Tsarist Russia. By acting so wantonly, do you really want to make Tsarist Russia and the Qing Dynasty go to war?"
Kangxi sneered when he heard this, and slapped the small square mahogany table next to him with his right hand, causing the empty tea cup placed on it to jump twice, and stared at Rakshasa with burning eyes.
The young man said coldly:
"Peter, I admit that you are indeed very courageous and dare to think and do, but you should never regard me as a victim!"
"Since I can manage such a large country, I am definitely not a mediocre person who can be manipulated by others. This time I just want to teach you a lesson. If you dare to take your ideas to me next time, you must be careful.
The head on your neck, even if the head on your neck is a lump of copper that cannot be damaged by a sword, I will definitely find a way to make a big hole out of it!"
After hearing these words, Peter's dark brown eyes were first surprised and then happy. He knew that his purpose of coming to Mount Wutai this time was successfully achieved, and he happily said in broken Chinese:
"Thank you, Emperor Qing. All you have to do is help me. I will never let you suffer in the future."
When Kangxi heard this wolf cub's promise, he couldn't help but lower his eyes, half-closed his eyelids, and pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.
At first, he thought that these two groups of Rakshasa people came to assassinate him. Later, the secret guards learned from the two Rakshasa people in the wooden house that they were actually following the orders of his master, Princess Sophia, to assassinate her youngest brother.
Although he had guessed that the two groups of Rakshasa people were not on the same side, he never expected that it was his elder sister who wanted to assassinate his younger brother. He was also surprised that in addition to being a tall man, the childish Qingguandanzi in front of him actually
It is the Rakshasa Tsar.
He originally thought that this Rakshasa boy was innocent, and he accidentally caught the person who wanted to assassinate him.
But after careful consideration, he learned from the guards that after they detained the tsar's caravan at the foot of the mountain a few days ago, the caravan hardly resisted and followed them back very easily.
After the inn was over, he realized belatedly that he had been taken advantage of by that brat Peter!
Peter looked at Kangxi's sinking expression, his heart was in a state of ups and downs, mixed with joy and sorrow, he couldn't help rubbing his palms together, and nervously looked at Kangxi who was sitting in an armchair with his head bowed in thought, wanting to hear what Kangxi heard as soon as possible.
's reply.
He knew that dealing with Kangxi was nothing more than seeking the skin of a tiger, but if he hadn't been cornered by his half-sister who was occupying the magpie's nest, he would never have been willing to take the risk and choose to take this risk with extremely slim chance of success.
Chess, he clenched his fists and tried hard to think of a way to persuade Kangxi. He simply spoke in Chinese again and said frankly with a stumbling step:
"Qing Emperor, I admit that ever since I unexpectedly learned that you wanted to come to Mount Wutai, I have been hurrying here with my caravan. Our group has been in Mount Wutai for many days.
Finally, I was caught and taken back."
Prince Yu, who was watching from the beginning to the end, really didn't understand why these two people were so strange. Just now they looked like they wanted to blow each other's heads off, but in an instant the two of them calmed down their anger.
After struggling to listen to Peter's unclear words in Chinese, he couldn't help but stiffen and figured out why Peter's token hanging around his neck happened to be visible to him. This meeting was actually designed by the young man himself!
Peter caught a glimpse of the undisguised astonishment in Fuquan's eyes, closed his eyes, and continued:
"At that time, we were arrested for two or three days, and we couldn't see the real owner. I was very anxious. I was worried that I had misjudged the situation, and by some combination of circumstances, I would be caught by others. Simply, God still,
On my side."
Kangxi turned the jade ring on his hand and patiently listened to Peter's Chinese, which was not much more fluent than his younger sons. After thinking for a long time, he raised his chin at Peter.
The little tsar understood immediately, hurriedly beat the snake and moved a step on the stick, sat down on the soft couch, and waited for Kangxi's conditions.
After Kangxi saw that this man was smart and had a big plan, he simply refused to be polite to him. He leaned back in his chair with a leisurely expression. At the same time, he put his right hand on the small square table beside him and pointed his fingers.
He slightly clenched his hands and tapped the table, then continued what Peter had just said in Chinese, and continued:
"What you said is indeed correct. The situation I was in when I was young is indeed very similar to your current situation, ha~ But my royal mother-in-law is a capable person who helped me keep the throne and allow me to make a comeback in the future."
"As for you? Your mother is too busy taking care of herself, so how can she take care of you?"
"You, the Tsar, have been on the throne everywhere. Before you even sat on the throne, your half-sister, Princess Sophia, stretched out her hand and pulled her down. She helped your slow-minded brother to the throne and became the 'First Tsar'.
Not only have you become
'Second Tsar', you and your mother were driven to live in the countryside by your half-brothers and sisters. Now you, mother and son, are being hunted everywhere. From this aspect, I
In fact, I am much luckier than you."
"And your father has died a long time ago, but my father is still alive and well!"
Kangxi added this last sentence silently in his heart, like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, with a pleasant smile on his lips, concisely and concisely summarizing Peter's ups and downs over the years in a few sentences.
Peter understood that Kangxi was mocking him, and caught a glimpse of the dazzling smile on the man's face.
He was like a young lion whose mane had not fully grown after being provoked. He avoided Kangxi's sight with some embarrassment and gritted his teeth:
"Emperor Qing, there is an old saying in your country that means, 'Thirty years ago, look to Hedong, and thirty years later, look to Hexi.' Sophia and the others are Hedong. I, Peter, am Hexi. One day I am sure
He will take back the throne that belongs to me! Just wait and see!"
It was the first time that Kangxi heard such a vivid interpretation of "Thirty years in the east of Hedong, thirty years in the west of Hexi". He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, and he understood a little bit about the words he accidentally heard from the imperial concubine about Baoqing's age group.
What does the evaluation of "middle school boy" mean?
Fuquan couldn't help but raise his arm and touch his nose with his fingers. He felt that the little tsar's words were quite interesting. He kept talking one after another. He thought he could play with several royal brothers.
When Peter saw that Kangxi was ignoring him, he paused and continued:
"You also have an old saying that I like very much. It means that everyone in the world will die for profit. 'As long as you help me, the future is within my ability, and I am willing.
Let you have benefits, but if you don't let them, you will perish."
When Fuquan heard this, he couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter.
Kangxi's face couldn't help but darken. As a god of learning, he sat here and listened to a foreign boy as old as his son repeating ancient proverbs with typos. It was as if he had swallowed a fly and felt uncomfortable.
I got goosebumps all over my body.
Fuquan looked at Peter's confused eyes and kindly explained to him:
"Well, little Tsar, this is what he said, 'Everything in the world is bustling for profit; everything in the world is bustling, everything is for profit.' It means that people in this world are busy in order to obtain benefits. It comes from Sima Qian
In the book "Historical Records", 'go' means 'going', not 'die' which means 'death'."
"Yes, yes, that's what I mean. "Four Seasons" is a good book, but I can't understand it. I've always wanted to study it hard."
Peter's eyes lit up and he happily added.
Kangxi was no longer too lazy to correct Peter's pronunciation of the word "Four Seasons" which was also a typo. He put his right fist to his mouth, coughed twice and said:
"Peter, during these years your sister Princess Sophia sent troops to harass the Heilongjiang River Basin of our Qing Dynasty many times during her regency. I have been dissatisfied with her behavior for a long time."
Seeing that Kangxi became serious, Peter also sat up straight, knowing that the real negotiation between the two of them was coming.
Kangxi saw the serious look of the young man in front of him and continued:
"I can see that you are ambitious. Within the scope of the Qing Dynasty, I can ensure that you are safe and sound, and I can also make you appear upright and upright in front of others. However, you and your sister are competing for the throne. That is the internal affairs of Tsarist Russia.
, is your own business, in this regard I will never send any soldiers from the Qing Dynasty to help you seize the throne."
The more Peter listened, the brighter his eyes became. This was much better than he expected, but he also knew that there is no free lunch in the world. He also coughed twice and replied quickly in Russian with high spirits:
"I am the only son of my father and mother, and I am also the youngest son that my father loved most during his lifetime. Don't worry, there are many courtiers who secretly support me in the Tsarist Empire. My half-brother has a brain problem and cannot sit still."
A czar's position, my sister
Although Sophia is now the regent, she is old after all, and she is not worthy of the position after all. As long as you give me a few years to escape sister Sophia's assassination and grow up well, I will definitely drive them all out of Moscow in the future.
of."
When Kangxi heard the previous words, he thought it was quite similar, but when he heard Peter say that his half-sister Princess Sophia was old, he suddenly felt that he was about to have a heart attack.
According to the information he learned from the two half-dead Rakshasa killers, Princess Sophia was three years younger than him, and she was still a beautiful woman in her late thirties. But in the eyes of this young Peter, even though she was "age"
It’s too big”.
From the bottom of his heart, he really didn't want to admit that people of his generation were already old, but he thought that in the Qing Dynasty, they would be the age to become grandparents, if his previous sons were still alive.
, he was about to become a Khan Mafa even if he didn't keep it all right. Thinking like this, Kangxi's mood dropped for a moment, and then he recovered quickly and said seriously to Peter:
"I agree to your conditions. You can take your accompanying people back to the capital with me. I know you are poor now, so I won't make it difficult for you. I have collected all the things you brought in the caravan this time, and I will treat you as if you are in the capital.
Are you willing to pay for the food here?"
Peter paused after hearing this, and his face was slightly distorted. He never expected that Emperor Kangxi would be so down-to-earth and would charge him "meal fees"?
But he was indeed poor now, so he had to save the money and gold he brought with him. He nodded and added:
"Yes, but I want to wear the clothes of our Tsarist Russia. I will never shave my head, nor will I wear your clothes."
"That's right!"
"Also, since the death of my father, I have never had the opportunity to study. I know that you also know Western learning. I also want you to promise to find a master for me and let him teach me to read. I want to learn both Western learning and Chinese learning.
Also teach me Mandarin."
Children who love learning will always be liked by their elders.
Kangxi looked at this young man who spoke upright like his silly Baoqing, and who loved to learn and resembled his precious son Baocheng. He pondered for a long time and felt that it would be better to get along with a sane and sober monarch from a neighboring country in the future than to get along with one.
People who don’t understand the truth are more likely to communicate easily. He nodded and said with a smile:
"Okay, that's no problem. When I return to Beijing, I will definitely find a good place for you. There are not only guards with superb martial arts to protect you, but also chefs who are good at cooking all kinds of delicacies, as well as many good men who study.
They study with you."
"After returning to the palace, I will find you a missionary who understands Russian from Qintian Prison to teach you Manchu and Chinese first. Those Chinese classics are all classical Chinese. Don't be anxious. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. I will wait until you learn Chinese well.
Once you learn it, you will naturally be able to understand those classic masterpieces.”
Peter cocked his ears and waited for Kangxi to finish speaking a long sentence in Chinese. After a few seconds of reaction, he fully understood the meaning of what he said.
When he heard that he would be accompanied by a "classmate", the young tsar, who adhered to the principle of "there must be a teacher among three people" and loved learning from others, immediately nodded happily and agreed.
After listening to Kangxi's words, Fuquan, who was standing behind the armchair, couldn't help but fell silent. He knew what Kangxi said was a good place. Isn't this a proper "quasi-concubine training camp"?
The training camp is inhabited by Mongolia's best aristocratic boys. The security measures inside and outside are very tight, and the security level is even higher than that of the deep residences of some DPRK and Chinese ministers.
In addition, there are several royal chefs living inside, so you don’t have to worry about anything on weekdays. They just cook various delicacies in different ways every day.
In the early years, the young Mongolian nobles who came to the capital were still unhappy. In recent years, everyone has become naughty, and some even don’t want to go back to the prairie. The young boys who have grown up in the prairie in recent years
, I heard that the food in the training camp is so good, some people who love food and don’t have to inherit the family business are also thinking about the emperor going to the prairie to select people!
With a comfortable daily life and someone to study with, this is the perfect place for the little tsar!
However, Mongolian teenagers are also very straight-tempered, tall and strong. If they don't get along, they will roll up their sleeves and fight in public, gesticulating with fists and kicks. Fuquan took a look at Peter, a tall man. He is indeed a man who makes people want him when he sees him.
The person who challenged him to a physical fight felt that he still looked up to his emperor brother. He was really too smart but too small!
Kangxi looked at Peter and seemed to be completely relaxed. He turned the jade ring twice more and said with a smile:
"Now that you've stated your conditions, I have to tell you what I want."
Peter suppressed his excitement, looked up at Kangxi again, and motioned to him.
Kangxi raised his right hand and rubbed his forehead, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, he rolled his sore neck and said softly:
"First of all, after you return to the country and regain power, I want you to extradite the Daur chief Gent Mulben and others who defected to your Tsarist Russia back to the Qing Dynasty without landing, and stop letting Rakshasa soldiers harass our northeastern region."
When Peter heard this, he nodded without saying anything. As a king, no one likes half-hearted traitors.
It was a matter of principle to be unfaithful once, never to be disloyal again. Moreover, after this experience, he knew that the Qing Dynasty was not easy to mess with, so he was not so unreasonable as his half-sister, who ambitiously watched the fertile land in the south.
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"Secondly, Mongolia has always had a friendly relationship with our Qing Dynasty. Although Mobei is geographically bordering your Tsarist Russia, their alliance and flag system was established by our Qing Dynasty after all, and it is now within my jurisdiction.
Within this period, I request that you no longer have an ambiguous relationship with Mobei, and you must not secretly collude with Mongolian Galdan."
Peter couldn't help biting his lower lip with his teeth. He also clenched the fingers of his right hand on his knee slightly, rubbed his thumb and index finger against each other, thought for a long time, and then nodded:
"This is okay. After I take office, I will need to do a lot of things to calm the civil strife. I don't have that much time to get close to the Mongols."
"Okay, finally, I want you to promise that during your time in power, Tsarist Russia and the Qing Dynasty will sign a friendship treaty and not offend each other's soldiers. In addition, I also want a quarter of your land in Tsarist Russia!"
"No! This is absolutely impossible!"
Peter suddenly stood up from the soft couch and angrily refused to Kangxi:
"I agree with both of your previous two items, and I am also willing to sign a peace treaty between the two countries with you, guaranteeing that Tsarist Russia's soldiers will not set foot on the territory of the Qing Dynasty within a hundred years, but you don't even think about giving you territory, I
It is absolutely impossible to cede land to you."
Although Fuquan was very moved when he heard Kangxi's third condition, seeing Peter blushing with anger and waving his hands up and down in Russian to express his rejection, he couldn't help but secretly say a pity in his heart.
Peter's reaction was within Kangxi's expectation. He was obviously well versed in negotiation. He also waved his hands and bargained:
"One-fifth of the territory is fine, but since there are so few of you, you will not be satisfied no matter how many children you have."