Kangxi wanted his troubled young son to get out, and he was so angry that he beat and scolded his young son in front of the empress dowager and the imperial concubine, but could not tear off this annoying piece of dog-skin plaster from his body.
After a lot of effort, he not only failed to drive the little follower away from him, but also got this little bastard stuck to him.
Even though Brother Fourteen usually seems heartless, he is a person with a very sense of purpose, especially when it comes to war. He is simply obsessed with it, as if he was born to fight.
In order to follow his Khan Ama and his brothers on the battlefield this time, Shi Shi really used his two-skinned attribute. No matter how much his Khan Ama bothered him, he was like a little tail, wherever Kangxi went.
Wherever he goes! I can’t get rid of him!
Except when Kangxi went to court in the morning, he was not old enough to go to the court.
For the rest of the time, he was wherever Kangxi was.
Kangxi sat in the warm imperial study room, reviewing documents and discussing the war with the courtiers. On the 14th, he sat on the cold steps at the door of the imperial study room with two solid hammers and waited patiently.
Kangxi sat at the dinner table and ate the delicious and delicious imperial meal. Fourteen's hungry stomach growled, and he stood at the dinner table with two big hammers and watched eagerly.
Kangxi slept on a comfortable dragon bed in the inner room at night. At the age of fourteen, he did not leave. He bent down and picked up a soft couch from the outside and placed it next to the dragon bed. He put his two big hammers on both sides of the soft couch.
He lay on the soft couch and fell asleep.
Even when Kangxi came to pay tribute, he would squat at the door with two big hammers in his hands and wait for his khan to come out.
Days like this passed for four consecutive days.
Not only the empress dowager and the imperial concubine couldn't stand it, but even Kangxi himself couldn't stand it.
In the first month of the year, the weather is very cold in spring, and the north wind is still quite cold.
Kangxi sat warmly in the room, while Yinzhen sat outside and blew in the cold wind, which made his face, ears, and hands turn red from the cold.
Kangxi ate the delicious imperial meal, while Yinzhen smelled the aroma of the imperial meal and chewed the white steamed bun in his hand.
Kangxi slept on the large dragon bed and turned over as he pleased. Yinzhen, who was only 1.8 meters tall, curled up on the 1.5-meter-long soft couch and slept awkwardly. As soon as he turned over, he fell to the ground with a "plop".
Not to mention Kangxi, the Empress Dowager, and the Imperial Concubine, even the courtiers who were summoned by the Long Live Lord from time to time to discuss political affairs in the Qianqing Palace, all saw that the Fourteenth Prince was too determined to go to the battlefield, and his thoughts on the outside were also obvious.
Yes, the Fourteenth Brother will try hard to get Long Live Master to let him go and allow him to go to the front line!
On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, snowflakes began to fall outside again early in the morning.
The grain and grass from the Ministry of Revenue have already begun to be transported to the front line, and the soldiers from the Ministry of War are also ready. They will leave for the front line as soon as Kangxi gives the order.
Kangxi was sitting by the imperial desk looking at the topographic map of Mongolia. When he raised his head and caught a glimpse of the white snow falling outside the window, he pinched the sheepskin map in his hand with his right hand, frowned and asked the confidant eunuch standing under the imperial steps:
"Liang Jiugong, is that little bastard still squatting outside?"
Liang Jiugong was thinking in his mind that today was already the seventh day that the Fourteenth Brother had pestered Long Live Master, and he didn't know when Long Live Master would let go.
After hearing Kangxi's words, he quickly dismissed the thoughts in his mind and leaned over to Kangxi who was sitting on the imperial steps:
"When we return to the emperor, Brother Fourteen is still sitting on the steps outside waiting."
There are several steps in front of the entrance to the imperial study. Except for the top step, which is blocked by eaves, the rest are open to the air.
The cold wind blowing outside was quite strong, and even if I was sitting on the top step, the snowflakes blown by the cold wind would still dig into my neck.
After seven days, Kangxi finally understood everything.
His youngest son is a fool, he doesn't care about anything, he doesn't fear anything, he doesn't pay attention to anything, and he will accomplish whatever he wants to accomplish no matter how difficult it is.
Fortunately, the younger son was the emperor's elder brother. If things really happened in troubled times, or if the younger son was reincarnated into the White Lotus family, Kangxi believed that his old son would definitely be the kind of villain who would hold high the banner of rebellion.
chief!
Thinking of this, Kangxi couldn't help but feel a little proud and proud.
My son is a mighty tiger, which is better than that soft insect, right?
He put the Mongolian map scroll in his hand on the military information folder aside, and without raising his head, he ordered to Liang Jiugong who was standing underneath:
"Go and call that bastard in."
When Liang Jiugong heard this, he immediately understood that the emperor was planning to take the fourteenth elder brother with him during the expedition. He nodded hurriedly, turned around quickly and walked out the door. After a while, he took the fourteenth elder brother and walked in like a warm house.
Spring's Royal Study.
Kangxi, who was sitting in an armchair, heard footsteps. When he looked up, he saw that his youngest son's face, nose and ears were all red from the cold. His eyes seemed to have been blown by the wind, and they were also red when he looked at them.
There is a layer of white snow on the blue-black melon-skin warm hat, and the two solid hammers in his hands are also covered with a thin layer of snow. There are earth dragons burning in the imperial study, and there are also
There is a silver wire charcoal basin. The snowflakes covering the big iron hammer quickly melt into water droplets when exposed to heat. The water droplets flow down the hammer head, making people feel cold just looking at it.
Yinzhen is also a smart person. No matter how he hangs out in front of his mother these days, his mother ignores him and treats him as a transparent person.
In the first two days, his Khan Ama even kicked his butt, stretched out his hands to twist his ears, slapped his head with his big hands, yelled at him to go back to the minister's study room to study, and even asked the imperial guards to hold him up.
His arms sent him back to Qianxi No. 5 to think about his mistakes. Unfortunately, the two big hammers in his hands were too heavy. Even if he could lift them, it would be difficult for others to lift them, not to mention that he himself was too strong.
He didn't want to go back, and stood there as calm as a hill. The imperial guards and the strong and powerful eunuchs tried their best to hold him in until their faces turned red and they couldn't move him.
Seeing that Nai Nai could not do anything to him, Tahan and Ama had to pretend not to see him. When the palace people saw the appearance of Long Live Lord, they all pretended to be blind.
And he hasn't returned to Qianxi Fifth Institute in the past seven days, he hasn't changed his clothes, and he can smell it even with his nose.
Today, his Khan Ama called him for the first time, presumably because he was willing to take him to Mongolia.
Yinzhen was like a cat that had smelled the fishy smell. His big eyes, which resembled those of an imperial concubine, shone brightly as he looked straight at Khan Ama who was sitting next to the royal desk.
Fourteen was looking at his Khan Amma, and Kangxi was also leaning on the back of his armchair, looking at his youngest son from head to toe.
Over the past seven days, my little son has become really sloppy day by day.
The young man who is fifteen years old has already started to grow a beard. He is usually attended by the palace servants and his clothes are changed every day. If he is not old enough to grow a beard, the stubble that has grown out will be polished by the palace servants. Scrape it off with a pick knife.
In the past few days, the youngest son has been squatting in his Qianqing Palace to compete with himself. Except for his hands and face, he is still white. The golden winter robe he is wearing is dirty, and there is a green-black stubble on his upper lip. He is really slovenly and has no manners like the emperor's brother at all. If he changes into patched clothes, he looks like a handsome second-rate man from the village.
"Fourteen, why do you really want to go to war? On the battlefield, you are facing life and death. There are scenes of arms and legs flying everywhere. It is completely different from practicing martial arts with the martial arts masters on the field."
"Some people even went back to the battlefield and came back with a shadow in their hearts. They had nightmares all night long. You are still young. If you insist on following me, I will not have time to deal with you. Your eldest brother and the others Everyone has their own tasks, and no one can care about you. In this case, are you still willing to go?"
"Khan Ama, don't worry. I promise that I won't mess around when I go to the front line, and I won't hinder you and your brothers. Not only will I go to the front line this time, I will do it every time there is a war in the future. When I go to the front line, I will be a great general and king, opening up and expanding territory for the Qing Dynasty!"
As he spoke, Yinzhen subconsciously wanted to slap his chest with his right hand, but he forgot that he was carrying a big hammer. He raised his right hand, and the big hammer was also raised.
Liang Jiugong, who was standing next to Brother Fourteen, saw that Brother Fourteen was getting excited while talking and wanted to hit his chest with the big hammer in his right hand. His eyelids jumped heavily. Immediately, with quick eyes and quick hands, he firmly grabbed the wrist of the fourteenth brother, and stopped the big hammer at the position of a fist on Yinzhen's chest.
Yinzhen also realized at this time that he had almost hit himself seriously and injured himself. He couldn't help but blinked. This was not because he had been holding the hammer for seven days. He had become accustomed to the weight in his hand, and he couldn't help but hit himself with the hammer. I forgot about the hammer!
Kangxi was also frightened by the thrilling scene just now and sat up straight in his armchair. When he saw his youngest son still blinking his eyes with a stupid look on his face, he was so angry that he covered his heart with his left hand and casually grabbed something on the table with his right hand. The things were thrown at the careless little bastard, and he cursed angrily:
"Can you please be more careful with me and stop being a jerk all day long?"
Yinzhen has become immune to the roar of his Khan Amma.
The thing Kangxi threw out happened to be a rolled-up map of Mongolia. The map fell at Yinzhen's feet, bumped into Yinzhen's deerskin boots and spread out forward.
Yinzhen's eyesight was so good that he lowered his head subconsciously and glanced at the map a few times. The curved lines drawn on the map were imprinted in Yinzhen's mind.
"Hurry up and get out of here. I will lead the army to set off at midnight. Go find your mother to see if you have anything to prepare, and hurry up and pack it up!"
Kangxi saw his youngest son lowering his head and looking at the map at his feet. He looked more and more like the silly son of a landlord, and shouted again.
He winked at Liang Jiugong. After seeing this, Liang Jiugong quickly rolled up the map that had fallen on the ground and sent it back to the imperial steps.
Yinzhen looked at the impatient look on his Khan Amma's face, grinned knowingly, turned around and ran away with his big hammer.
After Yinzhen left the imperial study, Kangxi smiled and cursed at Liang Jiugong:
"Among my fourteen sons, the fourteenth one is the thickest, and looks foolish."
When Liang Jiugong heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and silently added in his heart: That's not true! The youngest son is the least afraid of you. He spent seven days in the Qianqing Palace for a goal. This kind of "Stubborn and persistent stupidity" is also quite rare.
Kangxi had already made plans. When the time came, he would take his youngest son with him and watch over him to prevent him from running around. After all, swords have no eyes on the battlefield.
But I didn't expect to leave the day after tomorrow.
After he, Yinzhi, Yinzhi and other seven sons saw their youngest son dressed up like Nezha with three heads and six arms, they were so noisy that they didn't know what to say.
From Kangxi to the Eighth Prince Yinzhen, the eight fathers and sons who went to the battlefield were all wearing helmets and armors inlaid with black rivets. Although the colors of the armors were different, they looked very neat and capable at a glance, and it happened to be here at Yinzhen. Now, the style of painting has changed.
I saw the fourteenth brother wearing a silver armor inlaid with black rivets, a helmet of the same color on his head, holding a solid hammer weighing more than 100 kilograms in each hand, and carrying a rod on his back. A seven-foot-long red-tasseled silver-tipped spear, a sharp dark iron dagger stuck in each of his boots, a repeating handgun hanging from his waist, and even a long gold-wired whip wrapped around his neck.
Only when you look closely can you tell that this is the imperial concubine's "divine whip" that was written in the book to be comparable to Sun Dasheng's golden cudgel!
Those who knew about it understood that the younger son was going to fight on the front line, while those who didn't know thought that the younger son was going to Mongolia to sell weapons.
Kangxi had a headache and put his hand on his forehead. He didn't even bother to say anything and just led the army forward without seeing anything.
Yinzhen's weaponry is really too conspicuous. Yinzhen, Yinzhi, Yinzhi, Yinzuo, Yinyu, and Yinzhen can't control their eyes while riding on the sweaty horse. They keep looking at Yinzhen. .
Yinzhen and his fourth brother rode the sweaty BMW side by side, walking forward confidently with their chests raised and their heads raised. Although Yinzhen knew that his eldest brother, eighth brother and the others were looking at the old fourteenth, he had to keep following the old fourteenth. He received frequent glances from his elder brother and younger brother, as well as the generals and soldiers.
Yinzhen felt that his ears were getting warm, and he remembered what his mother-in-law whispered to him before their army set off:
"Fourth, you don't need to pay attention to your fourteenth brother. At his age, it's the time when the second grade disease is rampant. You can think of the second grader as a 'sand sculpture'. In a few years, fourteenth will think of this. I will definitely dig my toes on the floor in embarrassment."
Yinzhen glanced at his fourteenth brother who was following him from the corner of his eye, and saw that Yinzhen was not at all embarrassed by his "three-headed and six-armed Nezha" disguise.
Although he still didn't understand what E Niang meant by "中二", he understood "silly eagle". He felt that the word was so vivid. Now his fourteenth brother looked like a white-haired boy who had grown so big. The "silly big eagle"!
But Yinzhen apparently forgot that his fourteenth brother is now only dressed like a "transformed Nezha". When he was more than one year old, he actually wore "Nezha's lotus costume"!
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A few years later, when his son Xiao Honghui was walking around the Chuxiu Palace wearing a diaper and a rubber pacifier, he happened to uncover all the oil paintings of his Ama when he was a child.
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I saw a little brother who looked very much like him in the painting, wearing a beautiful lotus dress, with a green lotus leaf skirt decorated with large pink and white lotus flowers. Next to the little brother, there was a beautiful little sister with a round face.
Xiao Honghui's slender red eyes lit up immediately, but unfortunately he didn't know what the words written next to him were, so he called his brother Hongqing from his third uncle's family over with a sweet voice.
Xiao Hongqing was deeply influenced by the talents of his mother and Ama. At an age when he didn't even know a few Chinese characters, he still had a childish voice and shook his head and recited the sentence "The lotus leaves that connect the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun say goodbye"
A poem describing lotus like "As red as red".
Hong Yu from the Yinti family and Hong Xi from the Yinreng family discovered that their third uncle and fourth uncle's little cousins were missing, and they searched for them in various rooms in Chuxiu Palace.
Finally, the two small-breasted dumplings finally saw Xiao Hongqing and Xiao Honghui in a room where paintings and calligraphy were stored.
Seeing two furry-headed little guys talking together and not knowing what they were talking about, the two little guys also walked forward and saw an oil painting spread out on the carpet and framed with glass and wooden frames.
Xiao Hongyu was also a "little illiterate" who didn't know a few Chinese characters. Hearing the sweet sounds of his two younger cousins, he guessed who the person in the painting was.
Xiao Hongyu stared at the lychee eyes that looked exactly the same as his Ama Yinti, put his two chubby hands behind his back, and said with a milky voice and inexplicable confidence:
"As far as I know, only Westerners can paint this kind of oil portrait!"
"As far as I know, the person in this oil painting must be the little doll in the palace!"
"As far as I know, the little baby here is not the four of us, it must be another little brother we don't know!"
Hong Xi, the eldest, was the only one who was not wearing diapers. His enlightenment was taught step by step by Han Mafa. At the age of three, Hong Xi already knew more than 100 Chinese characters.
He ignored Hongyu's little cousin who was still confidently saying "As far as I know". Instead, he frowned, blinked his auspicious eyes that resembled his father's, and rubbed his soft hands with his chubby hands.
With his chin curled up, he recited the words written next to the oil painting in a baby voice. When he encountered a Chinese character he didn't recognize, he would read "circle".
The three little guys looked at their brother Hong Xi, pointed at the words on the oil painting in the glass, and read word for word in a coquettish voice:
After he finished reading, he explained to his three little cousins:
"It turns out that this painting was painted by a man named Nanquanren."
"Brother Hong Zhao, there are still small characters here~"
After listening to cousin Hongxi's paintings, Xiao Honghui nodded his head and saw a few small characters next to the cool-looking "little brother", and immediately exclaimed.
Xiao Hongqing, who was squatting next to Xiao Honghui, seemed to have found a new world. He immediately pointed his chubby finger to the sweetly smiling "little sister" next to his "little brother" and exclaimed:
"Here, too, there are words!"
Hong Xi followed the eyes of his two little cousins to read the small print, and read as he read:
“The ‘little brother’ is called Aixinjueluo Quanquan.”
"The name of 'little sister' is Aixinjueluo Quanquanquan."
After hearing Brother Hong Xi's explanation, the three little ones understood that the two little dolls in the portrait were really members of their family, and both had the surname "Aixinjueluo".
"But it's not right."
Xiao Hongyu frowned, pointed at the word "Xi" and said:
"As far as I know, this character is probably read as 'Xi', and these characters together mean the seventeenth year of Kangxi's reign. We were not born yet at this time. These two people should not be our little brothers or sisters."
"Yes, yes."
Xiao Hongqing and Xiao Honghui, who was holding a pacifier, made milky sounds and echoed in agreement.
"The seventeenth year of Kangxi", Hong Xi frowned and muttered these five words. Suddenly, an idea flashed, and Ruifeng's eyes immediately widened:
"I know, the people painted here are the fourth uncle and the fourth aunt. They are the only two who match the age. The fifth uncle's birthday is New Year's Eve, and he was born on New Year's Eve in the 17th year of Kangxi's reign!"
"Wow!" After the three little ones heard Hong Xi's analysis like a divine detective, they immediately opened their lychee eyes, red phoenix eyes, and willow leaf eyes with admiration. The three of them could not remember their uncle, uncle, or aunt.
It’s their birthdays, because their Hanma method is so good at giving birth! Brother Hong Xi can actually remember it, it’s really amazing!
After knowing that the person in the painting was his Ama, Xiao Honghui blinked his bright red phoenix eyes excitedly and immediately asked his three little cousins to help him.
When Yinti, Yinreng, Yinzhi, Yinzhen, Yiner, Yinxiang, Yinzhen and their Fujins were sitting in the main hall chatting with the imperial concubine and Kangxi, the four little ones ran outside to play.
He just worked together to clumsily carry a framed oil painting and walked in with a hum.
After Xiao Honghui saw the imperial concubine, he immediately ran forward with his short legs, pulled the imperial concubine's sleeves, and said excitedly:
"Ma, Ma, Ma Huihui also wants to dress up and look like Ama."
When everyone heard Xiao Honghui's words, they all turned their attention to the oil paintings held by Hong Xi, Hong Yu, and Hong Qing.
Yinzhen, who was drinking tea from a cup, casually glanced at the paintings in the hands of his nephews. After seeing the "little Nezha's lotus dress", because of the passage of time, long-lasting memories have long been pushed into the corners of his mind.
Got through instantly.
Recalling that when his fourth sister took off his underpants, he could no longer think about it in front of Uku Mama, Huang Mama, E Niang, Khan Amma, Liang Jiugong, Nan Huairen and others who walked into Cining Palace.
She stood up in front of many people and squirted the bird in public. She spat out the Dahongpao tea she drank in her mouth with a "pop" and accidentally choked her throat on the tea. What followed was a scene.
A violent cough.
The fourteenth brother sitting not far away from him said with a sigh:
"Fourth brother, aren't we really born from the same mother's womb? Thirteenth brother has never dressed up as Nezha, only you and I have! Mother, please let the palace people take me away from you a few years ago.
I also dug out the oil painting of Nezha dressed up with three heads and six arms when Ama went to Galdan. I have to let my nephews know who is the real Batulu dressed up like a female doll like my fourth brother!"
"Fourteen, I'll beat you to death!"
As soon as Fourteen finished speaking, he saw his fourth brother raise his fist with a red face and rush towards him.