"The Emperor has arrived!" As Zhang Hongxu shouted loudly, all the princes bowed down one after another.
"Holy greetings!" Yuzhu followed everyone and bowed down.
"Yin Li!" The old emperor came with Princess Kejing, obviously in a good mood.
"I'm very happy that the three daughters have gone home to visit their relatives..." The old emperor became interested and actually spoke a long paragraph in Mongolian.
Most of the princes present have learned Mongolian. However, Mongolian, which has not been used for a long time, is very unfamiliar to everyone.
After listening to a general outline, it is understandable that most of the words are not understood.
Lao Wu naturally understood what the old emperor meant.
However, Lao Wu knew better that the old emperor wanted to take the opportunity to let Yu Zhu take his son to show his face in public.
As expected, after showing off his knowledge, the old emperor deliberately asked: "Where is the jade pillar?"
Come on, Yuzhu, who was named, had no choice but to take Xiao Qiu Ming out to meet the old emperor.
"Your Majesty Yuzhu, I respectfully send you your holy greetings."
"Slave Qiu Ming, please be safe, master."
The two different names of Yuzhu and his son made everyone secretly laugh.
However, rules are rules.
Yuzhu is the adopted son of the old emperor, and he has also been ranked among the princes. He calls himself a minister, which is justifiable.
However, although Xiao Qiuming was the son of Yuzhu, he was not the grandson of the emperor, or even without a title. He could only follow the etiquette of the bannermen and pay homage to the old emperor.
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"That's all." The old emperor ignored Yuzhu and called Xiao Qiuming to his side.
"My son, take a look, this is Tong Jia Qiuming, Yuzhu's eldest son." The old emperor turned to look at Princess Kejing.
Princess Kejing looked Xiao Qiu Ming up and down, and laughed softly: "She looks very talented, but I don't know how knowledgeable she is."
The old emperor understood, and immediately told Xiao Qiuming: "Write a few words for us to see. It would be better if you can make a poem!"
Xiao Qiuming quickly knelt down and said loudly: "Master, my handwriting is not very good, let alone poetry. However, I can stand on horseback, draw two stone bows, and hit at least four out of five shots!"
The old emperor's most important thing in his life was that bannermen should not forget their roots and must be proficient in bowing, horse riding, and archery.
Hearing that Xiao Qiuming was good at riding and shooting, the old emperor's eyes immediately shone and he blurted out: "Lead the horse and set the target."
After Yuzhu listened to the old emperor's instructions, he couldn't help but smile, that's what it means to do what he wants.
To be honest, Yuzhu was just a monk on the way. Although he had practiced hard, his riding and shooting skills were still mediocre.
Xiao Qiuming was different. He had been familiar with Mongolian riding and shooting since he was a child, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer.
As time went by, Xiao Qiuming not only became extremely strong, but also developed excellent riding and shooting skills.
When the horse was brought in, Yuzhu almost laughed out loud. It turned out to be the old emperor's favorite, the Arabian tribute horse named "Black Gold".
After setting up the target, Xiao Qiuming picked up his bow and mounted his horse. After a half circle, he suddenly accelerated his horse and drew his bow to nock an arrow.
"Swish, swish, swish..." Five sharp arrows left the string one after another, and all of them hit the bull's-eye.
The old emperor couldn't help but feel very happy and praised in public: "Well, he is indeed a good son of my Manchuria flag! Well, he can't get a title without military merit, so let's give him a third-class bodyguard."
Third-class bodyguard, fifth grade.
After Longkodo was tricked by his elder brother, he waited in vain for three years before he got the official position. Yuzhu's son got it easily.
"Thank you, Master." Xiao Qiuming just showed his face, got an official position and returned home. He was extremely happy.
"Khan Ama, my entry into the Qing Dynasty relied on more than just the courage of an ordinary man." Princess Kejing suddenly poured a basin of cold water on her.
No matter when and where, strength is always king!
If an ordinary princess dared to spoil the fun like this, the old emperor would have turned against her long ago.
Not only did the old emperor not get angry, but he asked Princess Kejing with a smile: "My son, tell me, besides the bravery of an ordinary man, what else can be considered real ability?"
"Make poetry!" As soon as Princess Kejing said this, Yuzhu immediately understood that the princess had not fallen in love with his little Qiu Ming at all.
Lao Wu was secretly worried, my good sister, please don't do anything that would make you happy or hateful.
The fourth child looked at Princess Kejing calmly, thinking to himself, the third sister may not look down on the concubine Xiao Qiuming.
Also, Laosi's third daughter was named Wanjun, was promoted to the county queen, and was married to Yuzhu's eldest son Xiaoxuanyu.
Is it justified that the daughter of the dignified Princess Heshuo Kejing should marry a concubine without a title?
I am afraid of comparison in everything. As long as I compare, I will feel both happiness and gap.
"Qiu Ming, can you write poetry?" The old emperor suppressed the displeasure in his heart and asked Xiao Qiu Ming in a pleasant manner.
Xiao Qiu Ming said honestly: "Master, I don't know how to write poetry, but my eldest brother is capable of speaking well."
After hearing this, the fourth child nodded frequently. If Xiao Xuanyu was just a loser, wouldn't his marriage with Yuzhu be in vain?
The old emperor secretly regretted that it was too early to marry Xiao Xuanyu!
As the saying goes, forceful melons are not sweet. Since Princess Kejing did not fall in love with Xiao Qiuming, the old emperor could not force her to marry her.
This proposal has to be done!
On the way back, Yuzhu asked Xiao Qiuming with a smile: "You obviously know how to write poetry, why do you say you can't?"
Xiao Qiuming said with a smile: "Back to Ama, it was the eldest brother who taught his son to say that on purpose. The eldest brother said that Princess Kejing is too strong. If the son marries her daughter, he will definitely not have a good life."
Yuzhu's eyes flashed, and he asked Xiao Qiuming: "Prince Yong is much more powerful than Princess Kejing, why isn't your elder brother afraid?"
Xiao Qiu Ming said with a smile: "Amma, you asked the wrong person, how could I know if Big Brother is afraid?"
Yuzhu sighed secretly in his heart, his sons grew up slowly and actually knew how to play tricks with their own father!
In Concubine Yi's Yikun Palace, Lao Wu finally found a chance to speak and quickly asked Princess Kejing: "Good sister, what kind of trouble are you making?"
Princess Kejing smiled indifferently and said, "I don't want my daughter to be a widow in the future!"
"Why did you say that?" Lao Wu was stunned and quickly asked his sister.
Princess Kejing smiled coldly and said: "Fifth brother, don't think that since I am far away in Mobei, I don't know the situation in Beijing. Humph, don't look at Yuzhu's power now, he can cover the sky with one hand. In the future,
When the fourteenth brother ascends the throne, things will definitely change. If I were you, stay away from Yuzhu now to avoid harming my nephews in the future."
Lao Wu just has no ambition to seize the throne, he is not stupid at all.
After being silent for a long time, Lao Wu suddenly said in a muffled voice: "When the time comes, I will beg my fourteenth brother to spare Yuzhu's life no matter what!"
"Oh, my dear fifth brother, please stop daydreaming!" Princess Kejing shook her head frequently. Her fifth brother was really too kind, and his innocence was terrifying.
(s: After writing more than two million words, I finally made a few mistakes and made some small mistakes. Well, if I make a mistake, I will lie down and be hammered. I will scold and criticize as I please. I will not quibble, talk back, or delete the post.)