During the snowball fight on the racecourse in the morning, the four brothers and sisters got together to discuss the identity of the Tsarist Russians. After eavesdropping on Wutai Mountain last time, they were ready to ask directly about their Khan and Amma.
Yinti was very happy to see Kangxi sitting on the main seat. He felt that now was a rare good opportunity to "eat melon", so he tilted his head to the left, and then lightly bumped the sitting person with his left elbow.
Yin Reng on the side armchair.
Yinreng turned around, saw his elder brother winking at him, and understood what he meant. He clenched his right hand into a fist and put it to his mouth, coughed twice, and tapped the armrest of the armchair a few times with his left hand.
After Yinzhen heard the signal from the prince's first brother, he leaned forward slightly, stretched out his right arm and pulled the fourth sister who happened to be standing in front of him.
The third elder brother, Yinzhi, who was sitting between Yinzhen and Yinzhi, couldn't understand what the two elder brothers and the fourth brother were doing. But the four of them were sitting in a row, and all three brothers moved. He didn't feel out of place, so he followed.
He rolled his neck and tapped the armrest of the armchair with his fingers.
It's just that his movements were relatively large, attracting the attention of the imperial concubine and Kangxi who were sitting side by side on the main seat.
Kangxi saw all the little moves of the children and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, knowing in his heart what these little bastards were planning.
Sure enough, the next moment he saw his little daughter wearing a pink winter coat. She turned her head and glanced at the four "waste" brothers in confusion, then her beautiful almond eyes lit up, and she immediately smiled sweetly and opened her legs towards him.
Come here quickly.
"Khan Amma, can you tell us what the two Rakshasa people we captured in the wooden house on the mountainside were doing?"
Ke Jing stood at the small mahogany table between Kangxi and the imperial concubine's armchair. He stretched out his arm to pick up the purple clay pot on the table and poured Kangxi a cup of warm tea. He leaned on the armrest of the armchair intimately and asked with a smile with bright almond eyes.
road.
As soon as she said these words, the eyes of everyone present moved to Kangxi.
Even Xiao Jiu, Xiao Ten, Xiao Eleven and Xiao Eleven, who were sitting in a circle on the wool carpet in front of the imperial concubine's legs, playing with Tsarist Russian nesting dolls, all put down the toys in their hands and looked up at their furry little ones.
He looked at Kangxi with his head.
Although the twins sitting next to Madam Huang didn't understand what the fourth sister was talking about, they still kept their mouths filled with sweet milk, took a sip of milk from the cup, and then glanced at them sweating.
Ma.
Kangxi picked up the Pu'er tea that he poured for him in his little cotton-padded jacket. He glanced around and saw the old, young, old, and young all looking at him expectantly.
Recalling his encounter on the racecourse in the morning, Kangxi felt that he could finally get back in the game, so he raised his right hand and patted his left shoulder and said feebly:
"Hey, I suddenly feel a little sore in my shoulders. It would be nice if someone could give me a squeeze on my shoulders."
"Master, this slave is here." Come.
Liang Jiugong, who was standing behind the armchair, hadn't finished speaking yet and raised his legs to walk forward. Yinti quickly stood up from the armchair, stroking his sleeves, squeezing Liang Jiugong's body over, and said calmly and positively:
"Let me come, let me come, Khan Ama, my hands are very strong!"
Kangxi's eyelids twitched when he saw his eldest son running toward him with a grin on his face.
Fortunately, Yinti is not really stupid. He is waiting to extract the secret from his Khan Ama. Although his shoulder-squeezing skills are not as skillful as those of the palace people, it is pretty good.
After feeling the eldest son's appropriate shoulder squeeze, Kangxi's tense body also relaxed. He glanced at the imperial concubine beside him from the corner of his eye and shook his head with a smile:
"Alas! This tea is not accompanied by refreshments, so it lacks some flavor."
Qingyan knew that Kangxi was "retaliating" for the snowball in her face, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch. But she also wanted to understand the origin of the Rakshasa people, so she hurriedly put her favorite plum blossom cake on hand.
Every plate of osmanthus cake and hibiscus cake was pushed to Kangxi.
Kangxi turned his head and glanced at the warm pastries, touched the short black stubble on his upper lip, and said slowly:
"The plum blossom cake is too sweet, the osmanthus cake sticks to your teeth, and the hibiscus cake will fall off when you bite it. I don't want to eat it. I want to eat dried meat."
"Jerky?"
When the imperial concubine heard this, she lowered her head and glanced around the table. She found that the spiced beef jerky made from the Mongolian beef cattle had been eaten up by the children one by one.
Other brothers and princesses also found that the beef jerky was gone.
The chubby little Yiner had a bad premonition when he saw this. He just stretched out his little hand to cover the snack bag tied to his waist. The next moment, he saw his brother, sister, and brothers all looking at him.
Little Yiner was so excited that he didn't know what to do. His little body followed him and flew into the air.
The imperial concubine bent down and hugged little Yiner, who was sitting cross-legged on the wool carpet in front of her, on her lap, and whispered a few gentle words into his little ear.
Xiao Shi looked at his mother with clear eyes, and then put his little hands into the snack bag tied around his waist with a pained expression.
Everyone watched Xiao Shi rummaging around in his snack bag for a while, and only took out a stick of spiced beef jerky wrapped in transparent oil paper.
Xiao Yiner lowered his head to look at the beef jerky, then leaned across the small square table and reluctantly stuffed it into Kangxi's hand.
"Haha~ Just one? That's not enough to fill my teeth!"
Kangxi pinched the beef jerky with his fingers and said with some disgust.
"Xiao Shi, take out all your beef jerky. When Brother Jiu grows up, I will let you eat beef every day!"
Little Yinzhen climbed up on the woolen blanket, placed her little body next to the imperial concubine's legs, patted her little breasts, and painted a pie for little Yinzhen.
Xiao Yiner was very reluctant to part with his own beef jerky, but because he listened to his ninth brother's words and longed for the dream of "eating beef every day" in the future, he had no choice but to purse his lips, close his eyes and put his fleshy little hands in
He rummaged through the snack bag, and soon he had all the beef jerky available and handed it over to Brother Ninth.
Xiao Yinzhen held Xiao Shi's private collection of beef jerky with his two small hands, walked up to Kangxi on his two short legs, and stuffed it all into their Khan Ama's big hands, raising his little head, peach blossoms
With bright eyes and a milky voice, she urged:
"Khan Amma, tell me quickly, are those two the bad guys?"
Kangxi smiled and grabbed the beef jerky into the palm of his hand. He didn't feel ashamed at all to snatch his son's snacks. He only felt comfortable that he was able to win the game. He lowered his head and tore open the transparent oil paper on the outside of the beef jerky one by one, and then plucked it away.
All the beef jerky was stuffed into his mouth, and his cheeks were bulging.
Xiao Shi was still hoping that Khan Ama would leave him a piece of beef jerky. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw this heartbreaking scene. It was like a bolt from the blue. His little mouth became deflated, and his sleepy eyes immediately rose.
Under a layer of mist, she turned her head and buried her small round face in the imperial concubine's arms. Qingyan also hurriedly hugged the small breast dumpling tightly and patted him to comfort him.
"The imperial concubine, Xiao Jiu and Xiao Shi are all in charge. The eldest son is a free labor sent by me."
Kangxi was chewing the beef jerky in his mouth and thinking in his mind. After he glanced at Yinzhen sitting in the armchair, his slender Danfeng eyes narrowed, then he stretched out his two long legs, closed his eyes and leaned on
The back of the chair said:
"Oh, my shoulders are no longer sore, but my legs are starting to feel numb. My mind is a little unclear because of the numbness."
Kangxi muttered angrily.
The empress dowager, who was sitting on the soft couch, looked at her cheap son's "pregnancy" and was a little blind. During the meal, she also heard about the emperor's misery in the morning and knew the "culprit" who drove the dog cart.
"He hasn't been commanded yet, so the semen son will definitely not give up.
One, two, three, Yinzhen also gradually understood the "revenge" mentality of his Khan Ama, and saw him stand up from the armchair in a hurry, and under the puzzled eyes of everyone, he gently
He walked to the soft couch on his feet, leaned over and picked up Xiao Shisi, who was concentrating on drinking milk.
Kangxi, who had his eyes closed, was wondering why his fourth son didn't recognize him sooner and squatted down to beat his legs when he suddenly felt someone pulling at the hem of his winter robe.
Kangxi opened his eyes and saw that Yinzhen had quietly picked up Xiao Shisi, who was drinking milk, into his arms. The two of them were now standing next to his legs.
"Khan Ama, if your legs are numb, why don't your son hold Xiao Shisi and let him stretch your legs and stretch your muscles, so that you can feel better?"
Yinzhen hugged his little brother with great sincerity and spoke to Kangxi with a smile.
Kangxi looked at his youngest son with a milky white stain around his mouth and twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely.
Is Xiao Si’s strength meant to stretch someone’s muscles? Or is it meant to break someone’s leg?
He knew that his fourth son was the best!
Unable to bully Yinzhen, Kangxi had no choice but to sit up straight and cough twice, stretched out his two arms to lift his little son who was drinking milk into his lap, and replied quietly:
"No need, Xiaosi is still too young, so I won't bother him."
"Hey, ok, Khan Ama, the little fourteen's leg is blocking your leg right now. There is nothing I can do if my son wants to beat you. Khan Ama, you won't mind, right?"
Yinzhen, who had already expected that his Khan Ama would say this, blinked his slender red phoenix eyes that were exactly the same as Kangxi's, pointed at Xiao Shisi's short legs and said warmly.
When Kangxi heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then he understood what Yinzhen was thinking. If he lifted his youngest son up high now, would it be too late to ask his fourth son to squat down and beat his legs again?
When the Empress Dowager saw that her cheap son was deflated again, she couldn't hold back the sound of "puff" and burst into laughter. She hugged Little Thirteen beside her and smiled as she found a step for her cheap son to get off:
"Xuan Ye, you feel better now. It's better to tell the Aijia quickly what's going on with the Rakshasa people. The Aijia don't look like good people to them."
Kangxi glared at the fourth son of the chicken thief angrily, then turned to look at the empress dowager sitting on the soft couch, and explained seriously:
"Empress Huang, you really guessed it right. Those two Rakshasa men have muskets on their bodies. They are both very powerful killers in Tsarist Russia."
"Handguns? Khan Ama, is it possible that they are really sent by idiots to assassinate us?"
Yinti was shocked when he heard this, and the strength of his hand tightened unconsciously.
Kangxi felt pain in his shoulder. He quickly raised his hand and patted the back of his eldest son's hand on his shoulder and cursed:
"Baoqing, please let go of me, you are so clumsy."
"Ah, Khan, I'm sorry, Grandpa is so surprised."
Yinti came back to his senses, lowered his head and saw that the clothes on his Khan Ama's shoulders had been wrinkled by his hands. He hurriedly stroked the wrinkles in his hair, rubbed his head awkwardly and laughed.
Kangxi moved his shoulder and felt it was quite painful. It was probably bruised, but he really regretted agreeing to let this silly boy Yinti squeeze his shoulder.
"Brother, why don't you let the slaves massage the emperor? You can go back to your place."
Liang Jiugong walked forward with a smile and pushed Yinti's body with his hand. Yinti also touched the bridge of his nose with his finger in a guilty conscience, and quickly sat down on the armchair beside Yinreng.
The smiles on the faces of the older children who knew the power of the "hand gun" disappeared and their expressions became nervous.
The imperial concubine who was hugging little Yiner couldn't help but frown when she heard this, and felt a sense of fear in her heart.
If the two assassins were in better physical condition, and their group did not discover the assassin in advance, if they were hidden in the dense forest and gently pulled the trigger, Kangxi might not be able to save his life even if there were countless secret guards around him to protect him.
!
Yinzhen supported Xiaojiu who was standing in front of him. Seeing that there was no resentment in his mother's voice, as if she was talking about someone else's business, he couldn't help but pursed his thin lips, looked at Kangxi tentatively and asked:
"Khan Amma, could it be that those two assassins are not actually coming for us?"
Kangxi, who had just raised his hand to lift the light yellow scarf around his youngest son's neck and wiped away the saliva and milk stains on Xiao Yinzhen, heard the fourth son's words and raised his head to give Yinzhen, who was standing next to the armchair, a teachable look.
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After Kejing, who was standing next to his fourth brother, noticed it, his heart that was tightened by hearing the "gun" relaxed. His curiosity reached its peak, and he leaned down and shook Kangxi's arm.
Sweetly coquettishly said:
"Khan Amma, please stop whetting our appetites and explain the matter to us quickly."
"Okay, okay, Yaya, if you shake it again, Xiaosi's milk will spill on my clothes."
Kangxi raised his hand to stop his little daughter's movements, hugged his little son who was concentrating on drinking milk on his lap, turned the jade ring on his hand, and said with a gloating smile:
"Those two killers are not here to kill me. They are following their master's orders to specifically hunt down their tsar."
"tsar?"
The Queen Mother was completely confused when she heard these words that were beyond the reach of eight poles. She said in Mongolian doubtfully:
"The Ai family are getting more and more confused as they listen. If they are hunting for the emperor of the Rakshasa Kingdom, shouldn't they be looking for him in Sha'uli? Why are they traveling such a long distance to this deep mountain and old forest?"
Yinreng, who had been sitting silently in the armchair, was also thinking rapidly. A flash of inspiration flashed between lightning and flint. His eyes widened in disbelief. He held the armrest of the armchair tightly with his hands, looked at Kangxi and asked:
"Khan Amma, could it be that civil strife broke out in Tsarist Russia? The person Prince Yu captured is the Tsar?"
"Huh? The person living in the front yard is the emperor of the Rakshasa Kingdom?"
When Yinti heard Yinfeng's guess, he immediately turned to look at his prince's younger brother. His already round eyes widened even more, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: What kind of good luck does he, Uncle Wang, have?
Ah, I was traveling with my car and caught such a big fish casually!
Kangxi nodded. He didn't think there was anything to hide about Peter's identity. He reached out to pick up the tea that his little daughter poured for him, lowered his head and took a sip, smiling happily:
"Indeed, Baocheng guessed it right. The Tsarist Russian royal family has been in chaos in recent years. Tsar Peter was dragged off the throne by his half-sister, Princess Sophia. Sophia also sent many killers to chase her.
younger brother."
"Peter was now desperate in Tsarist Russia, so he disguised himself as a businessman and smuggled himself to the Qing Dynasty."
"He lives in the largest guest room in the front yard now. I took your uncle Wang to talk to him in the morning. After the snow stops, he will return to Beijing with us and live in the training camp.
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"Peter."
Qingyan recited the name silently in her heart several times and touched Xiao Shi's soft belly in her arms, feeling surprised.
Although her historical knowledge was very limited, she had heard of Peter the Great.
I think of my partner in my previous life who said that after the emperor of Tsarist Russia, who was the same as Kangxi, came to the throne, he single-handedly carried out drastic reforms and implemented many Westernized innovative policies in Tsarist Russia, which helped Tsarist Russia become a powerful force in the later period.
A powerful country is honored as the "Great Emperor" because of its outstanding political achievements.
Xiao Yiner, who was feeling sad about his beef jerky, felt Huang'e's excitement and couldn't help but raised his little head and looked at her in wonder.
Qingyan saw the aggrieved look on Xiao Yiner's face, pinched the soft flesh on Xiao Shi's belly, then lowered her head to Xiao Shi's ear, and whispered to him that when she returned to Chuxiu Palace, she would ask Bai Yuchu to cook for Xiao Shi.
Ten makes snacks that are more delicious than beef jerky.
After stabilizing Xiao Shi's mood, Qingyan's eyes became brighter and brighter, wishing she could see Peter, a historical figure, right away.
Most of the people present were focused on her sister's pursuit of her half-brother for the throne, digesting the fierce internal strife in the Tsarist Russian royal family, but Yinti, who had always had a clear mind, was focused on straying off track again.
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Ever since he heard that his Khan Ama planned to let the tsar live in the training camp for the quasi-forbidden son-in-law, the expression on Yinti's face felt a little off. He glanced at Kangxi's face, as if he was a thief.
Yes, I took a look at the eldest sister, the first sister, the third sister and the fourth sister who was about to turn six years old.
Nowadays, the consorts of the eldest princess, the first princess, and the third princess have basically been decided by default. In a few years, the three princesses and the queen will have the title of Princess Heshuo and receive the imperial edict of marriage. But
But there was not even a shadow of the four-fronted consort.
Yinti bit her lower lip, her thick eyebrows knitted together, wondering if it was possible that his Khan Ama felt that the Mongolian son-in-law was not attractive anymore? He wanted to find a foreign son-in-law? He also wanted to hug his mixed-race foreign grandson in the future?
The status of the Tsar is worthy of the only Princess Gu Lun of the Qing Dynasty, but this is too much...
Kangxi, who was sitting on the main seat, caught a glimpse of his eldest son's brows that were knitted together and almost knotted, and the expression on his face became as exciting as a revolving lantern. From time to time, he secretly glanced at himself with a sad expression.
, as if he had done something outrageous, he had some bad premonitions in his heart, hugged his little son tightly, and asked loudly in confusion:
"Baoqing, what are you thinking about?"
Yinti was tangled in his heart and immersed in his own thoughts. He had already figured out that in the future, a mixed-race nephew with curly hair and blue eyes would call him "uncle". Yinti suddenly heard the voice of their Khan Ama, shivered, and reflexively
He stood up from his armchair with a bang.
The sound of the armchair moving back was louder, which also interrupted other people's thoughts.
Yinzhen, Yinzhen and others were also a little confused when they saw that something was obviously wrong with their elder brother.
"Baoqing, what's wrong with you? Is it too hot in this room? Why is there so much sweat on your forehead?"
The imperial concubine raised her chin in the direction of Yinti and asked in confusion.
Yinti looked down at Yinreng who was sitting on the armchair, and then at Mama Huang who was sitting on the soft couch, and Mama Huang who was sitting next to her Khan Mama with her arms around Xiao Shi, as well as those who were standing side by side.
Yinzhen and Kejing.
Ke Jing saw her eldest brother looking at her with a distressed look, his head full of questions. Just as he was about to speak, he saw his eldest brother reaching out and flicking the hem of his winter robe, which sounded like "the wind is rustling and the water is cold.
"A strong man is gone and never comes back", and also has the "great wisdom" of "I am sober when everyone else is drunk". He walked to the center of the carpet in a few steps, looked at himself with pity, and then sweated to them.
Amma leaned down.
Ke Jing: “???”
Yinti felt very uncomfortable at the moment. He looked around carefully and found that except for him, no one else thought there was anything wrong with the tsar's accommodation arrangement!!!
Faced with the sharp eyes of his own mother, who was frowning and looking at him, Yinti swallowed his saliva, and bowed his hands in embarrassment:
"Khan Ama, the fourth sister is still very young now."
Ke Jing, who had long been confused about what his elder brother was trying to do, became even more confused when he heard his elder brother mentioning her. He couldn't help but ask:
"Brother, what exactly do you want to say?"
Yinti glanced at his silly sister who didn't understand anything, then leaned towards Kangxi and said loudly:
"Khan Amar, I think it is inappropriate for the tsar to live in the training camp. Please arrange a separate place for him!"
"What's inappropriate?"
Kangxi was really confused now. There were powerful guards in the training camp, as well as scholars who were well-read in poetry and books, and passionate Mongolian teenagers who were willing to challenge warriors. He ensured that Peter would have a good time there, and he would have fun every day.
It’s substantial, what’s inappropriate about it?
Seeing that he had made it so clear and that his mother was still extremely confused, Yinti raised his hand and scratched his head anxiously, muttering with a red face:
"Khan Amma, the boys in this training camp are all reserved for future princesses and clan princesses to be husbands. You said they are czars, so they must be about the same age as you. No, they are older. This
How inappropriate is it to live in this place?"
"Don't you also like the tune of 'a pear tree crushing begonias'? How old is the fourth sister? Then the old man should have a ball!"
Yinti's voice became softer and softer as he spoke, and his face became redder and redder. If it hadn't been for the silence in the room, no one would have heard the last few words.
Kangxi realized that his eldest son had mistakenly thought that Peter was the prince he had found for his youngest daughter. He was so angry that blood clogged his heart and he almost had a myocardial infarction on the spot. Even though Yinti changed his tune quickly, he still heard the news.
The word "old"!
Remembering that Peter had just said in the morning that his sister, Princess Sophia, was also old, Kangxi's face instantly darkened. He grabbed an empty teacup on the small table and threw it towards Yinti, shouting loudly:
"Baoqing, you idiot! Who told you that Peter is about the same age as me? He was born in the same year as you and is a head taller than you! He loves learning and specifically asked me to find a master to teach him.
Study, look at what you learned in literature class, I don’t even bother to talk about you!”
When the tea cup flew toward him, Yinti's body subconsciously raised his hands to catch it, preventing it from hitting him.
Hearing that the Tsar was as old as himself, he couldn't help but be stunned. Then when he heard the word "literary class", he suddenly felt a severe headache. He shrank his neck, looked miserable, and did not dare to speak anymore.
"Your Majesty, forget it. Don't say you have been cleared. Even my concubine thinks that Peter is an adult."
Kangxi threw the tea cup so fast that Qingyan didn't even react. Seeing that Kangxi was still getting angry, she hurriedly patted Kangxi's left arm across the small table to calm him down.
She told the truth. Knowing that Peter and Kangxi were kings at the same time, she really thought that Peter was about the same age as Kangxi!
Qiqige, who was sitting on the soft couch, also waved her hands and said cheerfully:
"Xuan Ye, Bao Qing, this can be regarded as asking a question that we are all concerned about. It seems that Peter ascended the throne at a young age like you."
"The Ai family really wanted to meet him. He was hunted down by his sister and had no choice but to leave his hometown. He fled to our Qing Dynasty with a caravan at such a young age. This kid sounds quite pitiful."
"Mother Huang, don't worry. Peter has a stubborn temper. I plan to let him go for two or three days. You will be able to see him when we set off."
After Kangxi said this angrily, he glanced at his troubled eldest sons and said with an extremely serious expression:
"Baoqing, Yinzhi, Xiaosi, I have made it clear to you three that when Peter can speak Chinese and Manchu fluently and comes out of the training camp, I will arrange for him to study with you in the study room."
"I arranged him in the training camp mainly because he and you are the same age. After a hundred years, you will be the ones dealing with him. Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you know what you are doing. You can get along with each other while you are young.
Over time, we can accumulate some friendship, which will also be helpful to the relationship between the two countries in the future. This is the focus of my consideration, do you understand?"
"I understand, Khan Ama."
Yinti, who knew that he would be mistaken, turned so red that he almost bled, and replied in a low voice.
Yinzhen and Yinzhi also looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
Yinreng did not study with his brothers, but he could feel from the tone of his voice that he admired Peter, and he couldn't help but have a strong interest in Peter, and he nodded.
He nodded, and then glanced at Bandi, Wu|er|gun and Garzang who were standing opposite, with a thoughtful expression on their faces...
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The imperial guard in the front yard counted the time and estimated that the little tsar in the guest room had finished his lunch, so he opened the door and walked into the room again, neatly cleared away the leftovers on the table, and then dragged Golo along.
Wen and Menshikov held their arms, preparing to shut them into the room again.
"Your Majesty, you must carefully consider your subordinate's marriage proposal."
Golovin was dragged out of the door by the guards, but he still tried to turn around and shouted loudly in Russian to Peter who was standing on the threshold without giving up.
"Your Majesty, if these big pigtails dare to hit you, you must tell your subordinates."
Menshikov also looked like a ferocious wolf cub, glaring fiercely at the imperial guard who pulled his arm, turned his head with difficulty and shouted loudly to Peter.
Although the imperial guards who pulled people could not understand what the two people were shouting, they still couldn't help but twitching at the corners of their mouths when they saw this scene that looked like the "Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" were about to say goodbye.
Peter nodded helplessly, raised his right arm and waved to his two confidants:
"Golovin, Menshikov, don't worry, you two. I will definitely take good care of myself. I will also think carefully about what you said, Golovin."
Golovin stopped yelling after hearing the little tsar's promise.
Menshikov stopped struggling and followed the imperial guards back to the house obediently like Golovin beside him.
Peter watched the figures of his two confidants go away. When the guest room door was slammed shut again and the light in the room dimmed again, Peter turned around and walked to the soft couch and sat down on it.
He rubbed his sore forehead with his hands, then connected his fingertips to make a steeple shape, placed them on his chest and frowned in thought.
He hoped in his heart that Kangxi would come back to negotiate with him soon, but things went against his wishes. Peter could not wait for Kangxi for three days in a row, and even the shadow of Prince Yu Fuquan was not seen.
The little tsar who was locked up alone in the guest room changed from calmness on the first day to irritability on the first day. By the third day, he was so anxious that he could not sit on the soft couch and was scratching his head with his hands in confusion.
The man with chestnut curly hair walked around the guest room.
Peter was upset, and Kangxi gradually lost his composure.
The snowflakes in the sky have been falling intermittently for several days. On October 11th, the fifth day after everyone moved into the inn, the gray-white sky that had been gloomy for several days finally cleared up. The imperial concubine ordered the palace people to prepare and salute, and everyone was ready to set off.
After returning to Beijing, before the gifts were packed, heavy snow began to fall in the sky.
In a blink of an eye, everyone has been out of the palace for more than half a month. Kangxi is thinking about the government, the empress dowager is thinking about the empress dowager, and the imperial concubine is thinking about the little girls in the college, Xiaojiu, Xiaoxi, and Xiaoxi.
Because I missed my mother, I hid in bed and cried secretly at night.
Everyone, big and small, wanted to go back to the palace, but the weather was not kind to them. The next few days were filled with heavy snowfall during the day and stopped as soon as it got dark.
Affected by the weather, the convoy was delayed in setting off.
Until October 18th, at the end of the month, the sky finally stopped snowing.
The snow has just begun to fall, and the air at the foot of the mountain is extremely fresh.
There are patches of white clouds floating in the blue sky. The sun is like a golden sun shrunk in the clouds in the east, emitting a hazy golden halo, shining a layer of glitter on the white snow on the ground.
The brilliance of the sky is clear, and the outline of the mountains in the distance is also clearly visible.
At the beginning of the morning, when everyone had finished their breakfast, the imperial concubine hurriedly seized the time and ordered the palace officials to carry the prepared rituals into the carriage one after another.
Kangxi, who was wearing a silver-gray winter robe, put the twins who had not left the house for a long time in a stroller and pushed them for a walk under the eaves to get some fresh air. He looked at the snow on the courtyard wall and roof outside, which was as thick as a quilt.
There was a layer of piles, and the whole yard was covered with pure silver. The mood of the father and son became happy.
The twins sitting in the stroller raised their little heads and saw a blue-tailed bird resting on the opposite roof, chirping and pecking at the snow with its beak.
The blue-tailed bird spreads its wings and "flutters" when it flies high, bringing down a lot of broken snow.
The fresh air was very cold. After Kangxi took a deep breath, he felt awake from head to toe.
At this time, Liang Jiugong, who had just returned from the front yard, saw the father and son under the eaves of the corridor, walked in quickly, leaned over respectfully and said:
"Your Majesty, my servant has already asked the young tsar. He said that he will not ride with you and the prince, but will sit in a carriage with his entourage."
"Okay, let him."
Kangxi turned the stroller around and ordered Liang Jiugong:
"Liang Jiugong, go and send a message to Brother No. 1, informing him that we will set off back to Beijing on time at the end of the morning."
"Yes, I will go right away."
Liang Jiugong nodded and left quickly.
…
About half an hour later, when Kangxi and his family members were standing at the door of the post station, preparing to board the carriage, the imperial concubine and others finally saw the mysterious little emperor of Tsarist Russia.
Peter, who had been locked up in the guest room for almost half a month, finally regained his freedom and took the entourage behind him to carefully look at Kangxi's family members.
"Peter, I'm here to introduce you to you. This is my empress, and this is my imperial concubine."
Kangxi waved to Peter, pointed to Qiqige and Qingyan standing beside him, and introduced them.
"Peter has met the Queen Mother, the Imperial Concubine."
Peter put his right hand on his chest, leaned down and bowed.
"Ah, this child is so tall!"
The empress dowager, who always valued appearance, saw Peter's broad shoulders, thin waist, tall figure, tall figure and handsome face, and immediately fell in love with this foreign boy, and couldn't help but happily praise him in Mongolian.
The imperial concubine's eyes also lit up and she nodded in agreement.
What impressed her most was that her partner once said that Peter the Great was just over two meters tall. He would be 1.8 meters tall at the age of eleven. In a few years, he would be able to grow to two meters taller!
Yinti didn't expect that the little tsar was really taller than him, and his face looked very handsome. He couldn't help but straighten his back and decided to continue to exercise hard when he went back. He was not good at this and had to grow taller.
The royal family was looking at Peter, and Peter also took the opportunity to salute and quickly looked around at the family members standing next to Kangxi.
His first reaction was that the Qing Emperor was really fertile!
His father's previous wife gave birth to thirteen children. Including the youngest, he gave birth to a total of fourteen children. The Qing emperor had fourteen living sons alone, plus his daughter.
You guys, this is really a huge family!
His eyes scanned one by one, lingering on the identical twins for a while. When he glanced at Yinreng, his eyes couldn't help but flicker. He felt that although this person looked more than a head shorter than him, he seemed to be older.
He is two or three years younger, but he can't hide the confidence he exudes from the inside out. Although the smile on his face looks friendly, it can make people feel dignified and alienated, and he can't help but mention something.
interest.
When Yinreng and Peter's eyes met, he stepped forward and stretched out his right hand, smiling calmly and saying:
"Hello, Tsar. My name is Aixinjueluo Yinreng. I am the crown prince of the Qing Dynasty. You are welcome to come to the capital as a guest."
Peter couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and also stretched out his right hand to shake Yinreng's hand. Later history books named this hand the "Qing-Russian Grip", which opened the beginning of a hundred years of peace between Tsarist Russia and the Qing Dynasty, but this was all later.
Talked.
Golovin and Menshikov, who were standing behind Peter, also took a serious look at Kangxi's family members after completing their salutes.
When they saw the little princess standing among the princesses, the shortest one, wearing a pink winter dress and a pearl hair ornament on her head, staring at His Majesty the Tsar with almond-shaped eyes without blinking, their eyes "swish"
The children all lit up.
They knew that the emperor's favorite daughter was the fourth princess. Judging from her height, they also knew that the person staring intently at their little tsar was the one they most wanted Peter to marry!
Golovin watched his little tsar staring at a group of brothers without glancing at the princesses. He couldn't help but cough slightly and gently pushed Peter's elbow with his hand.
Peter understood Golovin's thoughts, but he had his own insistence in his heart and was unwilling to give away the position of queen beside him, so he did not even look at the princesses.
Kangxi also noticed how Golovin and Menshikov looked at his daughters. He frowned, waved his hands and said:
"Okay, the days are short in winter. Now that everyone is here, let's set off."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and helped the Queen Mother onto the first large dark purple carriage.
After Kangxi and the prince got on the first bright yellow carriage, the imperial concubine hugged the twins and waved the other children to get on the third and fourth carriages respectively.
Peter's carriage followed closely behind Yinzhen and Yinzhen's carriage.
It has been snowing for many days in a row. The snow on the official road has been very thick and has filled up the potholes on the loess. When the wheels run over it, it is not as bumpy as when it came. However, there are advantages and disadvantages. On the official road
Cars were coming and going, and the snow had melted and turned into ice in some places.
Fortunately, the palace officials had considered this situation in advance and carefully wrapped the wheels with a thick layer of cloth before setting off. The horse's hooves with horseshoes were also wrapped with a layer of thick cotton cloth, which made the journey much faster.
After a stick of incense.
Standing at the foot of the steps at the entrance of the post station, the old postmaster, with his subordinates seeing off the royal driver, watched the majestic royal motorcade in front of him, which gradually turned into an invisible black dot. He had been hanging for several days before he finally came to his destination.
It was truly put back into the stomach, and all the heavy burdens on the body were lifted, and the whole person looked much more relaxed.
A smart young subordinate saw the old Yi Cheng lifting his sleeve to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and stepped forward with a shy smile to congratulate:
"Sir, the emperor must have noticed your hard work because of your busy schedule. Perhaps after the official assessment next year, your official position will be promoted."
Lao Yi Cheng saw the young subordinates smiling happily, and felt very happy in his heart. However, he still suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to raise, and put his left and right hands, which were reddened by the cold wind, in his sleeves to keep warm.
While shaking his head, he smiled and said in hope:
"Sir, I have been working diligently at the inn at the foot of the mountain for most of my life. I don't ask for anything else. If I can move to the inn in Taiyuan before entering Loess, my eldest grandson can work in Taiyuan in the future.
If I have a family and a career in my house, I will be satisfied."
"Your Majesty will definitely get your wish."
The subordinates hurriedly raised their hands and smiled.
The following year, the old postmaster from Mount Wutai really relied on his ability to take over the reins and moved his whole family to a new home and live in the affluent Taiyuan Prefecture. But this is all a story for another day...
The result of praying at Mount Wutai can be said to be Dzogchen.
Kangxi met the person he was supposed to meet and accidentally caught the young tsar, so after he returned and sat in the imperial chariot, the smile on his face never faded.
The carriage of the Queen Mother, who followed closely behind, was also very lively.
Sitting next to each other, Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu squeezed Xiao Eleven in the middle. The three brothers watched with weak and helpless expressions. Ever since they got into the car, Madam Huang and her four sisters talked about the topic of the little tsar.
It never stopped.
"Madam Huang, my granddaughter heard that the royal family in Tsarist Russia is monogamous, which means that the Tsar can only have one wife, right?"
The shy Yilmu's face turned slightly red, but his eyes were bright as he asked.
"I have really heard of this Ai family. This is indeed the system they have."
The Queen Mother pondered for a moment, stroked her third granddaughter's hair and smiled. After seeing Yilmu's envious eyes, she hurriedly added:
"But many people there have mistresses, and illegitimate children cannot be called princes or princesses. Although the wealthy nobles only have one wife on the surface, they have many mistresses in private.
In fact, they are not much different from the concubines, concubines and concubines we have here."
When Yilmu heard this, he couldn't help but show disappointment in his eyes.
Flora glanced at the third sister next to her. She knew that the third sister's temperament had always been reserved and romantic.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the great talent Nalan Rongruo spread a poem about "two people for life", which instantly made Nalan's wife, Lu, a noble lady in the whole capital, the envy of all the ladies. This poem spread to the Forbidden City.
Later, the third princess also loved it so much that she copied it many times on rice paper in elegant hairpin-flowered regular script.
Girls' feelings are always poetry.
Although Nalan Rongruo's poems made the girls heartbroken, the eldest princess understood that this was mainly because Nalan Mingzhu was originally guarding him.
Lan Rongruo could also imitate her father and write such wonderful lines as "Two people for the rest of my life", but there were too few such men after all. She didn't like her third sister to have such unrealistic dreams, even if she had three consorts.
Garzang is not bad either, but she is not willing to give her sister such false illusions.
So Fulana stretched out her arm to block the third sister's shoulder, and laughed out loud:
"Mumu, it is good to have two people for the rest of your life, but it is not practical nowadays. However, you are a princess, and your husband-in-law cannot take concubines. As long as you can survive, your husband-in-law will have to live by you alone for the rest of your life.
This can be considered monogamy, but the key is to have the power in your own hands."
Yilmu turned his face to look at his eldest sister's gentle gaze and nodded shyly.
Ke Jing, who was sitting by the glass window, also raised the thick cotton curtains and looked out at the empty snow scene outside. He felt very comfortable because of the open scene outside.
She looked away from the outside, reached out and picked up the scented tea on the rosewood table, lowered her head and took a sip, then raised her head to look at the Queen Mother and her sisters and said:
"Mom Huang, I understand. It is precisely because Tsarist Russia has a monogamous system that their queen has great power."
"I heard from the prince brother that there are many queens in Europe. I think that Princess Sophia of Tsarist Russia is quite powerful. It is precisely because she has a heart of a queen who wants to ascend to the throne and fight for power and gain, so she is hard-hearted and tries every means to send her queens.
The killer is after the little tsar."
Princess Mo Yaqi, who was sitting in front of the glass window opposite, saw her fourth sister's almond-shaped eyes shining brightly when she mentioned the word "Queen". She couldn't help but burst out laughing, shaking her head helplessly and saying:
"Yaya, you have been staring at the little tsar for so long, and you have been thinking about this in your little head!"
"Why don't I tell Khan Amma and ask him to leave the little tsar in the capital to be your son-in-law? He is quite handsome. Even if he doesn't return to the country, he can still be a royal son-in-law."
"
Mo Yaqi covered her mouth with her hands and laughed loudly jokingly.
"Eh-Sister 1, don't be ridiculous!"
Ke Jing waved his hands repeatedly and said:
"I won't be able to turn six until next month. The Tsar will be thirteen next year. The age difference between us is too big and inappropriate! Besides, my title is to strictly guard the borders for the Qing Dynasty. I have long planned to do so.
Well, when I get married on the prairie and become a Mongolian queen, I will take good care of my sisters. How can I become the queen of the tsar? Sister Muldenge is quite suitable for the age of the tsar.
Madam Huangma, do you think so?"
Like a proud Persian cat, Ke Jing pouted and threw herself into the Empress Dowager's arms, saying coquettishly.
"Look at your sharp mouth, girl."
The Empress Dowager lovingly touched her little granddaughter's soft hair with her hands, but looking at such a young girl, muttering that her title was to "abide by the borders", she couldn't help but have an inconspicuous look in her eyes.
The tears of distress disappeared quickly before the three grandsons sitting cross-legged opposite could see clearly.
…
When the royal family went to Wutai Mountain, it took seven days of stop-and-go, and on the return trip, it took another six days of stop-and-go.
It was not until the end of the morning on the first day of November that the royal family saw Prince Gong Chang Ning and Prince Chun Long Xi standing on the outskirts of Beijing with their courtiers, preparing to pick them up.
More than three hours in advance, we received news that our royal brothers, Prince Gong and Prince Chun, were about to enter the capital city. At the beginning of Mao Shi, it was still dark, so we organized the courtiers to pick them up and braved the cold wind to fight.
He stood on the outskirts of Beijing with a lantern and waited.
Longxi's body was not as strong as his fifth brother's. Even when he went out, he wore a thick cloak and had two small hand warmers in his arms. However, the cold wind blew for a long time, and he
I was still so cold that I sneezed.
"Hey, Fifth Brother, it's really cold today. I guess it will snow for the first time in a few days, right?"
Long Xi shrank his neck from the cold, the tip of his nose was red, he kept stamping his feet, and said to Prince Gong who was standing next to him.
Chang Ning also touched his cold face with his hand, sniffed and said:
"Isn't that true? I heard from the imperial guard who sent the message this morning that it has been snowing in Wutai Mountain for several days. If it hadn't been for the heavy snow to block the road, the emperor and his brother would have returned long ago."
Long Xi took advantage of the faint morning light above his head and stretched his neck to look into the distance. Not to mention the royal motorcade, there was not even an ordinary carriage on the road.
He turned his head and glanced back, and saw that the courtiers standing behind him were also tightly wrapped in big sweaters from the cold. He couldn't help but bumped Chang Ning next to him with his elbow, and whispered:
"Fifth brother, is it too early for us to pick you up? I think it's not too late to get out at the end of the morning."
Chang Ning heard his seventh brother's words, turned his head and glared at him, and said angrily:
"Longxi, have you forgotten about Mama Huang? If the emperor comes back and finds out that we hid the news about Mama Huang from him, do you think he will be so angry that he beats both of us fifty times in front of the courtiers?
Ban, now that he is finally back, why don't you learn to be more discerning."
When Long Xi heard this, he also thought of Madam Huang who was now bedridden, and the expression on his face dimmed.
At this time, Suo'etu, who was standing behind the two brothers, saw a bright yellow flag appearing vaguely in the distance. His eyes lit up and he hurriedly stepped forward and said:
"Prince Gong, Prince Chun, I look at the front and it seems that the Emperor's motorcade has returned. You two, hurry up and take a look."
When the brothers heard this, they quickly turned around and looked south.
Nalan Mingzhu and Tong Guogang also walked to the three of them.
Nalan Mingzhu had been reading documents at his desk all year round, and his eyesight was a bit bad. He squinted hard and could only see a blurry scene.
Tong Guogang was a brave military general with very good eyesight. After staring for a while, he clapped his lap happily and said happily:
"Oh, Suo'etu, you old boy has eyes as good as mine. The convoy in front belongs to the emperor. You two princes, please stop being stunned. Hurry up and organize officials to pick you up!"
When Long Xi and Chang Ning heard this, they quickly looked away from the south and waved their hands to signal the courtiers to come over.
When Kangxi's chariot walked about five hundred meters away from the courtiers, the shouts of "Welcome the Emperor, the Queen Mother, the Imperial Concubine, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to return to the capital" were loud and loud.
Peter, who was sitting on the fifth carriage and leaning against the wall of the carriage with his eyes closed to meditate, heard a shout of "Long live my emperor, long live my emperor" coming from outside the glass window. He couldn't help but become enthusiastic.
Even though he had been the tsar for eight years, he had only seen this scene of ministers shouting "Long Live" once when he ascended the throne at the age of four.
After Kangxi and Yinreng heard the sound, they raised their hands to open the cotton door curtain and saw Prince Gong and Prince Chun standing at the front to receive the driver.
It was already bright at this moment, but the sky was a little gloomy.
Kangxi saw his two younger brothers' faces were red, and he didn't know whether it was because of shouting loudly or because the weather was too cold, so he took his precious son and stepped off the carriage.
Leaving the younger children in the warm carriage, the empress dowager and the imperial concubine also got off the carriage.
"This servant has met the emperor's brother, the emperor's mother and the little emperor's sister-in-law."
After the courtiers finished their salutes, Chang Ning and Long Xi hurriedly walked a few steps, stood in front of Kangxi and bowed respectfully.
Qingyan glanced at the courtier and saw at a glance that his mother was grinning and waving her hand slightly at her with a happy face.
A smile flashed across her eyes, and she nodded lightly at her own Ama.
Nalan Mingzhu, who was standing next to Suo'etu, looked at his rival. After seeing his daughter, his whole body was filled with joy. It was rare that he felt a little bit tasteful.
God allowed him to give birth to three sons in a row. If he went home and worked harder with his old wife, could he have a caring little cotton-padded jacket?
As if feeling the envy of Nalan Mingzhu, Suo'etu raised his hand and stroked the short beard on his chin, and said with great satisfaction:
"Duanfan (Mingzhu's name), don't you feel bad that you couldn't give birth to a little girl?"
Nalan Mingzhu, who knew Suo'etu's despicable character, put his hands behind his back and smiled slightly, with a graceful and elegant demeanor. He didn't even look at Suo'etu and said unhurriedly:
"Yu'an (Suo'etu's name), your situation is still too small. No matter how good your daughter is, she will have to marry into another family. I have three sons with outstanding talents and appearance. When the time comes, I will only choose the talented and handsome ones.
It’s a good deal to marry a good woman back home. Are you envious of me for not being able to give birth to a smart son in this life?”
"you……"
Suo'etu was furious when he heard the words "You can't give birth to a smart son". He remembered that when his sons were enlightened, he memorized the "Three Character Sutra" for a whole month. He finally remembered it and forgot it again within two days.
All that is left is that "people are inherently good by nature". I just want to go back home and beat my sons who don't live up to expectations with a cane again.
Tong Guogang, who was standing next to them and listened to their bickering, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He felt that these two people were quite smart apart from each other, but when they collided together, their IQs were as low as those of a fighting cock.
When Kangxi withdrew his eyes from the crowd of courtiers, Suo'etu and Nalan Mingzhu stopped talking, and their expressions became serious. They knew in their hearts that the emperor was happy to see them at odds, so they would
They bickered and stumbled in front of the emperor at every opportunity, and the emperor could relax after seeing it...
"How's it going? Is everything in the palace okay? Is Madam Huang eating well this month and sleeping well?"
Kangxi saw that the ears and noses of his two younger brothers were red with cold, and he knew that Chang Ning and Long Xi had come to pick him up very early. He felt a little moved and raised his arms to put on the shoulders of his fifth and seventh brothers respectively.
Shang smiled.
The Queen Mother also laughed and said:
"When we were at the inn, we often received messages from you two, but the news from you Huang Ma Ma was not so frequent. When the Ai family had a dream the day before yesterday, they dreamed that your Huang Ma Ma accidentally fell. It was really
The Ai family was so frightened that they woke up from their dreams on the spot. They broke into cold sweat on their foreheads and their hearts were pounding in a panic for almost a whole night. On the first day, they urged your royal brother to speed up the trip. You two
Hurry up and tell me about the situation in the palace."
After listening to Huang's mother's words, the two brothers' eyes instantly became panicked, and their bodies suddenly froze.
Kangxi felt their stiff bodies and saw the panic on their faces. An ominous premonition instantly rose in his heart. The Empress Dowager's face also became ugly, and the Imperial Concubine's right eyelid could not help but twitch.