The father of Prince Zhuang Boguoduo was Prince Yu Shuosai. When it was his turn to attack the iron-hatted king, he changed the title of Prince Yu to Prince Zhuang. [] He is almost sixty years old, but his body is very strong and strong.
Ritter liked to wear horse straps and fight with the palace guards. Perhaps because people are nostalgic for the past, Bogodo always liked to talk about old things outside the customs, and would talk to everyone he met about the old Manchuria.
Although he was the king with an iron hat, Bogodo knew that it was only in name. Didn't he see Dorgondu's imperial father and the regent? He just dug up the grave as he said, without any scruples about his supreme title.
Therefore, old Bogodo did not regard the iron hat king as anything special. He never interfered with the affairs of the court, and he did not interfere much with the affairs of the Zhenglan Banner in his hands. No matter how big or small the official in the capital was,
, anyway, he is a person who does not offend and is not particularly nice to anyone. He has never been involved in forming cliques. He is famous for his good popularity!
But old Bogodo has a bad habit, and it can’t be said to be a problem. Even an old Manchu would do this, which is something that specifically rejects the Han people. If anyone shows off to him that he has learned something from the Han people, he will definitely fight you. Just now
When he heard the officials outside praising Nalan Xingde, Boguoduo felt a little uncomfortable. Wasn't it just that he had learned some Chinese poetry? There was nothing worth showing off, and it wasn't the title of Batulu.
However, since he was a guest, he couldn't deal with other people's master affairs, and the words were written by Mingzhu's son, so Bogodo pretended not to hear and just sipped his drink. Who else would this be?
The young man from an official's family must stand up and say something. It's better if he doesn't curse so badly. It's time for someone unlucky to touch old Bogodo's tiger butt. The outside has just calmed down a bit, and there are two tables inside.
Talked again.
Bellecibao is a young clan member who likes to sing and compete with a group of talented people on weekdays. After coming back from appreciating Nalan Xingde's Dielianhua, he still had some unfinished thoughts. There were eight people at his table, except for the two princes.
There was a county prince and four Baylors, all of whom were descendants of the clan. Since he couldn't talk to the prince, Xibao started talking to the two young men next to him.
"Nalan Xingde is really popular with us. Did you see that even a few bachelors from the Hanlin Academy said that Die Lianhua was well written and had the character of a Song Dynasty! Hey, no wonder the emperor wanted him to enter the palace.
Attendant, I thought it was because of the glory of Mingzhu, but here I am, he is really talented, the emperor wants to use him!"
Rocode and Lerqi are also Baylors. They are uncles and brothers. Their grandfather is Doni, the son of Duduo, Prince of Yu. Rocode's father is Doni's eldest son. I believe the words of Prince Eza Xibao.
Lerchi took it.
"Xing De's work is Die Lian Hua. This poem emphasizes the depth of emotion, turning objects into scenery, and scenery into surroundings. It is most suitable for pretty girls in their 20s and 80s." Being able to show off his knowledge in front of several princes, Le
Erqi was still very happy.
"But when it comes to composing lyrics, I really admire that Su Shi from the Song Dynasty..."
"Su Dongpo!" Rocord reminded from the side.
"Yes, it's Su Dongpo. That water-melody song is truly a masterpiece!" Lerqi shook his head. He opened his mouth and started chanting, regardless of whether people wanted to hear it or not: "Go to the east of the Yangtze River, and the waves will be exhausted, and the romantic figures of the ages will be there."
. To the west of the fortress, the human road is, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Chibi. Rocks pierce the sky, the waves crash on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up. The country is picturesque, and how many heroes are there at that time!..." After half of the chant, he stopped showing off,
After taking a sip of tea, Lerqi wanted to chant the second half.
"The song you are reciting is a water tune?" Rocord felt that something was wrong with Luerqi's chanting, but he was not sure, so he carefully tugged on the lapel of this uncle's brother.
"Huh?! Of course! This song is of course a water-melody song. Could it be that I thought that my younger brother couldn't even figure out the lyrics and brand names? My younger brother, I have also studied with Master Meng for half a year, so I can't be wrong." Luerqi was confident.
He said it fully.
"No, this one seems to be Su Dongpo's Nian Nujiao..." Xi Bao said hesitantly at the side.
"..."
Luerqi's face suddenly turned red. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he felt extremely embarrassed and sneered: "Yes, yes, it's Nian Nujiao. Look at my memory, haha."
"Excuse me! Have a bad memory? I, you are half jealous!" Bogodo heard this and finally took the opportunity. He stood up with a bang, pointed at Lerqi's face and cursed: "
Your great-grandfather, Prince Yu, was a hero of our banner people. He led the army to conquer the north and south, and killed the Han people to pieces. In Yangzhou alone, so many Han people were killed, and how many Han people were frightened and lost their souls! Now!
Thinking about it is all a happy and joyful thing. Why don't you learn from Prince Yu's Ma Ligong in your generation to enhance my reputation as a man of the Eight Banners? Instead, you spend all day learning some irrelevant things!"
Boguoduo's stop didn't matter, but Anjun Wang Yuele, who was suffering from pain, was eating fish balls in his mouth. Before he chewed them, he was so scared that they slipped into his throat. He coughed and slapped, and it took a lot of effort.
It took me a long time to vomit it out, and I choked to tears.
"I said, Prince Zhuang, you are deliberately making us juniors feel uncomfortable. You almost choked me to death on the dumplings... Fortunately, my nephew reacted quickly, otherwise I might have become the first person in the Qing Dynasty to be choked to death on dumplings.
The prince."
"Prince Anjun was joking. I was also angry at the little brat Leerqi for a while. Don't take it to heart." Yue Le was the son of Abatai, the seventh son of Taizu. He established many positions during the Shunzhi and Kangxi dynasties.
Despite their military exploits, Bogodo still respected such a clan, so he put down his posture and said something.
How could Yue Le be really angry with Boguoduo? He drank a cup of tea and said with a smile: "My nephew, how dare you be angry with you! Look how scared you are of Lerchi..."
Bogodo was the king of iron hats. When he stood there, Lerchi was so frightened that he sat there and did not dare to move. He felt as if he was aggrieved, and did not dare to raise his face.
"Fourth uncle, why are you always so angry? Sit down quickly, and my nephew will have a drink with you!" When Lerqi was scolded by his fourth uncle, Xibao quickly tried to smooth things over. Lerqi was afraid of Bogodo, and Xibao
But he is not afraid, why? Because Boguoduo is Xibao's fourth uncle, and he is preparing to adopt Xibao.
"No matter how good the things of the Han people are, we cannot lose the traditions of our Manchus. Don't forget, our Qing Dynasty is able to enjoy the glory of this country because of its bloody nature and ability to kill horses! It's not a mess.
Eight-legged poems, poems, songs, and such things!" Bogodo was too embarrassed to be too disrespectful to his nephew to smooth things over. Besides, today was the birthday party of Prince Mingzhu, and he didn't want to cause trouble.
"I said, Fourth Uncle, please don't be angry, okay? We just say it casually, and we may not really have that intention. Besides, these poems, lyrics, and songs are just for the occasion." Xibao saw Boguo.
Duo sat down and poured him a glass of wine. Lerchi was scolded, but in the final analysis it was him who was responsible for the trouble.
"Why do the older generation work so hard to get through the pass? So that our banner people can have a place with plenty of food and clothing, and not suffer the sins of the bitter and cold land outside the pass. Hey, you are better off. If you can't draw the bow and shoot the arrow, why?
Do you look like the disciples of the Eight Banners? You all have the title of Zuyin, so you don’t have to worry about food and clothing, but you also have to think about serving the court, not the emperor!"
"What the fourth uncle is teaching me is, nephew, listen, from now on, we won't do these fancy things!" Xi Bao poked Lerchi: "My nephew and Lebele toast to the fourth uncle!"
"Are the two Belles drinking with the old prince?"
Mingzhu passed through the screen and saw Xibao and Lerqi holding wine glasses and toasting Bogodo's wine. However, Bogodo's face was a little troubled. He didn't understand what happened. He smiled and said: "Your Majesty, junior
I offer you a drink, but you must drink it. This is all to show filial piety to you!"
"No, fourth uncle, you have to give this face to your nephew!" When Xibao saw Mingzhu come in, he knew that his fourth uncle would never lose Mingzhu's face, so he also smiled and persuaded her to drink.
The host came, and his nephew Xibao kept trying to persuade him. Although he was still a little dissatisfied with Lerchi, Bogodo was not a fool, so he borrowed the donkey to go down the slope, gently picked up the wine glass, and his expression softened slightly.
A little more.
"I will not embarrass you juniors anymore..."
Who is old Bogodo? None of the princes sitting here know who Baylor is. The old prince, who is sharp-tongued and has a bad heart, is also responsible for lecturing the younger generation. No one has made this matter a big deal. Seeing Bogodo drink
Drinking wine, the atmosphere became lively again.
"I'm Mingzhu, you've been out for such a long time and now you think of us, shouldn't you be punished with three drinks?"
"I said Prince An, please forgive me. If you drink three glasses of wine, you won't be able to go to court tomorrow! One glass is enough?"
Yue Le had to give her face, so Mingzhu smiled and took a wine glass, poured it herself, raised the glass and said: "Today, thanks to the honor of Prince Baylor, I can come to my son's birthday party, Mingzhu is here to toast everyone!"
He didn't care whether Prince Baylor drank or not. He drank the glass of wine in one go, turned over the bottom of the glass, and smiled at everyone: "If you don't entertain me well, please forgive me, Prince Baylor!"