The sixth time, the third Prince Zhu visited Wuhua Palace, Emperor Kangxi's micro-travel
After a while, a middle-aged man in his thirties walked into Liecuixuan with four eldest men and smiled happily. He held a long folding fan in his hand and arched his chest, and said to Wu Sangui who was sitting in the middle: "
The old owner of Wuhua Mountain came here to pay a visit to Ping Xibo!"
No one spoke. Wu Sangui just rolled his eyes and glanced at this wealthy young man who came in gracefully. He picked up the cup and took a sip of tea as if nothing had happened. The visitor smiled awkwardly, picked a seat nearby, lifted his back, and took a sip of tea.
He lifted up his robe and sat across from him carelessly, looking at Wu Sangui without any sign of weakness.
"You are very presumptuous. Do you know where this place is?" After a long while, Wu Sangui began to speak one word at a time, "Who are you, a god, wandering around in my Wuhua Mountain?"
"I announced it as soon as I entered the door! Okay, let me elaborate again." The visitor opened the folding fan with a "squeak", then closed it with a "snap", and said with a smile: "My real name is Zhu Cijiong, pseudonym Yang Qilong, Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty.
The emperor's direct descendant Dragon Vein, the third prince of Emperor Chongzhen - this Wuhua Mountain is originally an old property of my family. There is neither a transfer contract nor a purchase and sale document. When did the surname become Wu? "
"You are very courageous!" Shang Zhixin interjected with an eye, "You are obviously a deceitful person who sells dog-skin plasters!" As soon as he said this, the study room burst into laughter.
"You are Shang Zhixin, right?" Yang Qilong said loudly, "Your family is Shang Kexi, but I am just a deputy general, and my third-class slave is nobler than you!"
"Noble?" Shang Zhixin smiled coldly, picked up the famous thorn from the table, weighed it, and said contemptuously, "It's really unheard of that there are people in the world who are not even knowledgeable in arts and science and dare to call themselves 'noble'!"
Yang Qilong curled his lips and smiled, and said: "Although this is my first meeting with you, Shang Zhixin, I have admired your 'knowledge' for a long time - may I ask, how do you know that I am not good at arts and science?"
Shang Zhixin said in a strange manner: "Take this name as an example. How can one word be true? According to you, you are a nobleman of Tianhuang. King Pingxi once served as an earl of the former Ming Dynasty, and you belong to the emperor and ministers. May I ask the year of this thorn?
Where does the word 'juan' come from? Huh?" Shang Zhixin smiled coldly, pointed to "juan" and asked: "Now let's talk about the word 'juan' - your surname is Zhu, and his surname is Wu. Where do they come from the relationship between relatives?
The word 'classmate' also makes people laugh." Shang Zhixin couldn't help laughing, "Pingxi Wang was born in the military and came from the ancestral family. Where did the word 'classmate' come from? The word 'brother' is even more hilarious.
This is nonsense - King Pingxi is over sixty years old and only thirty years old, so if he wants to call himself his son or grandson..." At this point, Li Cuixuan was already bursting into laughter.
Yang Qilong opened his eyes and stared at Shang Zhixin in astonishment. According to his talent and knowledge, it would not be difficult to refute Shang Zhixin, but he was no longer willing to do so. He needed to spare his energy to rethink this person and why he was so different from the information he had received. Yang Qilong
He quickly regained his composure and said with a faint smile: "You guys only know how to talk about words, but you don't know how to adapt to the situation! I treat the king as a minister, the elder as the child, the noble and the noble, and the common people. The wonderful effect of this is that I am not an ordinary person.
Know it!"
When Wu Sangui heard this, he chuckled and said: "No matter who you are, since you are here, please sit here and talk!"
Yang Qilong said nothing and did not move his seat. He only lightly dusted off the dust on his robe, crossed his legs and leaned back slightly. His calm and unhurried demeanor really gave him the aura of a phoenix and a grandson.
Liu Xuanchu sat across from him, looking at this uninvited guest with his eyes. Folk anecdotes about "the third prince Zhu" came to mind: some said that Chongzhen killed the prince and princess one after another in the palace when he was in danger, and some said that the wet nurse held the three princes in her arms.
The prince escaped from the Forbidden City, and it was said that the wet nurse used a trick to hide the pursuit of the Qing soldiers, but sacrificed her own flesh and blood... He was a little surprised by Yang Qilong's sudden appearance. He was not afraid that the person who came was the real Zhu.
The third prince was afraid that Yunnan Governor Bian Sanyuan was playing some tricks and sent people to test him. After thinking for a long time, Liu Xuanchu took the opportunity to interject and asked: "Since you are the prince of the previous dynasty, do you have credentials?"
Yang Qilong smiled and handed over the folding fan in his hand. Liu Xuanchu took it and looked at it briefly before handing it to Wu Sangui.
Wu Sangui took it in his hand and found it was very heavy. When he opened it, he found that it was a fine steel bone fan. This fan was originally a weapon with a poem written on it:
The water of the river is blue, who is playing the jade flute on the river? The boats are sailing away from Xiaoxiang. The reed flowers are thousands of miles away and the moon is white, hurting their appearance. The Ming Dynasty is separated by Guanshan.
Wu Sangui had seen many of Chongzhen's handwritings, so he knew at a glance that they were genuine. He also collected a lot of these items in his house, but he had not touched them for many years for fear of arousing uneasy conscience. After pondering for a long time, Sangui
Still returning the fan to Yang Qilong, he said with a sly smile: "This poem has neither a title nor a signature, and it is written by a predecessor. Even if it is written by the late emperor, it is not enough. I have it here.
Half a box of stuff like that!”
"I'm sorry you can't believe it." Yang Qilong carefully took out a hard-covered gold envelope with bright yellow satin from his arms, held it in both hands, put it on the table, brushed it with his hand, and then pushed it to Wu Sangui: "Ping
Uncle Xi might as well take a look at this."
"Jade certificate!" Wu Sangui's eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly held it up with both hands and examined it carefully. He saw that it read:
Zhu Cijiong, his biological mother, Concubine Qin, was born in Chuxiu Palace in March of the 14th year of Chongzhen during Renzixu. The stable mother-in-law Liu Wang, the deacon and eunuch Li Zengyun, and Guo An were present. Jiaodongchang, Jinyiwei and Concubine Qin each kept one copy, according to the regulations
Archive.
Beneath it was Chongzhen's jade seal "Hold up and die together" - even after thirty years, the cinnabar imprint is still bright red. Now there is no doubt that the visitor is indeed Prince Zhu San!
Wu Sangui's hands were trembling a little, and his head was a little dizzy. He returned the jade certificate to Prince Zhu in a daze. Suddenly his face changed and he said: "The descendants of the late emperor have all passed away. The descendants of the Zhu family have long since died. The remains of the late emperor have fallen to the ground."
It is also common for someone with a different surname to be in the hands of someone with a different surname."
"Hahahaha!" Yang Qilong was stunned at first, and then laughed heartily, "Uncle Ping Xi, how short-sighted you are! How could my descendants of the Zhu family be exterminated to death? My ancestor, Emperor Hongwu, has passed down many legends since he ascended the throne.
Seven of them were granted the title of kings in all the famous cities and counties in the world. Over the past two hundred years, their descendants have multiplied innumerable numbers! In Nanyang alone, the former residence of the Tang Dynasty king, there are more than 15,000 descendants of the surname Zhu. What do you think of the former prince?
Sun Yat-sen is dead, and Zhu is sitting opposite!" He let out a long sigh, and then said, "The deafest people in the world are those who pretend to be deaf, the dumbest are those who pretend to be dumb, and the most stupid ones are those who pretend to be stupid——
If I hadn't seen you, Ping Xibo, in danger, how would I have willingly entered this unpredictable place with my rich body?" Prince Zhu San acted as if there was no one around him, and his words were as eloquent as a river. Above him, Geng Jingzhong, Shang Zhixin, and below, Hu Guozhu.
, Xia Guoxiang and others all changed their faces, but Liu Xuanchu sat steadily and remained calm.
"Really?" Wu Sangui pretended to be confused, looked around and said with a smile, "Wu is occupying the throne today, with a large number of troops and a large town. He is the southwest barrier of the imperial court. Your Majesty treats me as your own flesh and blood. I have a great reputation and a noble title. How can I still do it?"
Why do you have to pretend to be deaf and dumb, pretend to be stupid?"
"Oh! It's so enviable!" The Third Prince Zhu retorted in a sarcastic tone, "The rank is extremely high, the title is extremely noble, and the court has no place to show kindness, so it is inscribed 'San Francisco' on the pillars.
After praying day and night, the resourceful Wu Yingxiong was enshrined in Xuanwumen! You guys are gathered here to discuss how to serve the Qing court!"
"Bold!" Wu Sangui was furious and slapped the table hard. His pens, inkstones and bowls jumped up and down, "Seriously, you may not be the real one. Even if you are really Prince Zhu San, so what? I am now in the Qing Dynasty.
King Pingxi! Since ancient times, there are no two days in the sky, and the people have no two masters. When one country rises and another falls, it is only natural and right to have a sage king to replace it! Even if Emperor Chongzhen comes in person, it is just the common people under my rule - committing rebellion against superiors.
, To slander today is an unforgivable crime, come on!”
"Yes!" The guards swarmed in and responded like thunder, "Please give the order, Your Majesty!"
"Take it!"
This time, the situation became hurried. The third prince Zhu was gently lifted up by Bao Zhu, threw him into the arms of two guards, and was held tightly with his hands behind his back. The four personal followers of the third prince Zhu saw this.
When the master was taken away, he screamed, drew his sword and took Wu Sangui directly, but Huangfu Baozhu, who was guarding in front, protected him with his sword. Some of the more than a dozen guards went to help Liu Xuanchu, while others protected Geng Jingzhong and Shang Zhixin.
Some of them were fighting with their swords, and in an instant, Li Cuixuan was filled with the light of swords and shadows.
But the battle situation soon became clear. Although the men led by the Third Prince Zhu were very skilled in martial arts, Wu Sangui's guards were also extremely brave. After all, they were outnumbered and were quickly forced out of Lie Cuixuan. Wu Sangui, Geng
Jingzhong monk Zhixin sat calmly in front of the pavilion and watched the battle under the protection of the pillars.
When the Xia Kingdom saw that these four followers of the third prince Zhu were fighting desperately under the siege of more than ten people, they walked up to the third prince Zhu and said: "Tell them to stop, or else I will stab you through with one knife!"
Although Prince Zhu was captured, he still had a look of arrogance on his face. At this time, with the sword across his neck, he just sneered slightly and said: "Damn it, you man has his own ears! Why are you doing such an ugly thing!" After that, he shouted loudly.
He said: "Shangxian, go ahead, it's nothing serious!" As soon as he finished speaking, the man named Shangxian cupped his hands and said loudly: "Young master, take care, let's go for now. Wu Sangui, you dare to touch my young master.
With a single hair on your head, I tell you that Mount Wuhua will immediately turn into a sea of fire!" After that, the four followers rose into the air among the swords and rushed out of the encirclement. Huangfu Baozhu shouted: "If I win, I will do it again.
Let's go!" He said and was about to draw his sword and go down the stairs to fight, but Liu Xuanchu, who was sitting aside, grabbed him and gasped: "General, you don't understand what's going on here, just protect the prince."
"What do you have to say now?" Wu Sangui saw the four followers calmly descending the mountain without being chased. He turned to Prince Zhu and asked, "Do you still dare to be rude?"
Yang Qilong turned away and chanted:
The roots of the old wood Qiu live in the Panxi River, and they are covered with dark colors and covered with thousands of feet of frost.
Once the garden is renovated, the jackdaws will return without branches.
After chanting, he said: "I know God's will, and you know my will. That's all. How can there be others?"
"Take it down!" Wu Sangui ordered with a livid face.
"Old man," Geng Jingzhong said thoughtfully as he looked at the retreating figure of Prince Zhu. "This man is not easy to deal with. There is no use in staying in Wuhua Mountain. Killing him or letting him go will arouse the suspicion of the court."
"I think it would be better to kill him," Hu Guozhu said. "This is a matter that cannot be proven to death. The court will not fall out with the prince over this matter." Shang Zhixin chewed his teeth and smiled and said: "But he must be jailed. Don't call him.
Escape."
"Mr. Xuanchu, what do you think?" Wu Sangui smiled and turned to ask Liu Xuanchu again.
"Your Majesty has already made up his mind," Liu Xuanchu said, "so why bother asking again?"
"Well?"
"The prince's performance of 'catch and release Cao' was not bad," Liu Xuan said with a smile as he saw the outsiders for the first time. "Even the third prince Zhu saw it, but Brother Hu Ren was so honest that he was kept in the dark!"
Wu Sangui's heart sank. His thoughts were so clearly seen by this sick man. He couldn't help but admire his scheming. He lit up the hookah and took a few puffs. He puffed out the smoke and said, "Mr. Liu is indeed
My dear friends, while this person surnamed Zhu is here, you can make friends with him, and the two nephews can also talk to him."
"What's 'while he's here'?" Baozhu asked in surprise, as if he was lost in the fog, "Can he escape from our Wuhua Mountain?"
"Let him go after three days!" Wu Sangui said with a smile, "Just ask Mr. Hu to do this job - but it must be done beautifully, and even us people think it would be best if he died of illness."
"I have too many eyes and ears just now, so I can only do this." When Liu Xuan first saw Huangfu Baozhu and Hu Guozhu still looking blank, he chuckled and said, "What's wrong with this! It's better for this person to be alive than to be dead. Let him go."
It's better to be imprisoned than to be imprisoned..." Wu Sangui laughed and added: "Let him go to Beijing to cause trouble and seek bad luck for Kangxi. Let's see if he can care about withdrawing the vassal state!"
Wu Sangui gritted his teeth and raised his head. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected Wuhua Mountain, coating the treetops, roofs, and the place where the mountain and the sky meet with a layer of rose purple. After a long silence, he burst out a few words from between his teeth.
In one word: "Just wait and see!"
Kangxi and his entourage had left Beijing for seven days after the "golden cicada escaped from its shell" at Tanzhe Temple. This was his first tour after taking power. His wife, his grandson, and a aunt named Sumala, who was practicing Buddhism, took two incense carriages, headed by Wei Dongting.
The two men, Lang and Ling, led twenty-five or six bodyguards, all dressed in blue robes and hats, on horseback, much like the family members of the princes and princes in Beijing going out of the city to offer incense. The two great bodyguards, Mu Zixu and Jian Luzi, only sent them to Tanzhe Temple.
After the "suburban sacrifice", he escorted Kong Luan Yu back to the palace in a ostentatious manner, but he did so very carefully.
After leaving Beijing, Kangxi ordered Wei Dongting to stay at the front station. The inns where he stayed every day were booked in advance and he would stay as soon as he arrived in the evening. Kangxi rode a green horse, pretending to be a young prince, and was driven by the Empress Dowager.
Walking slowly. Thanks to Wei Dongting's hard work, he booked a hotel for the night, and then flew back to meet the driver and drove together. All food supplies, defenses, and guards were arranged in an orderly manner. Therefore, even the Empress Dowager also
Don't feel the pain of the journey.
It was early spring, and as soon as we drove into Taihang, we felt a chill that struck our bones. When Kangxi was sitting on his green horse with a pergola set up and looking up, he saw a mountain driveway winding into the distance, where the emperor was fed with egg mixture every day.
The horse slipped every step, and white air came from his nose. The mountains on both sides of the road were covered with snow, and thorns and clumps of upright thorns, hawthorns, chestnuts, wild peaches, apricots, and wild cherries were hazy on the snowy slopes.
It was as hazy as gray mist, and the fine floating snow was blown by the strong wind from the mountain pass like smoke and dust under the feet. Seeing the slow progress, Kangxi and the guards dismounted, pulled the bridle rope, and pushed the car forward step by step.
.Suddenly, the car in front stopped. The Empress Dowager raised the curtain of the sedan and leaned forward and asked: "Emperor, it's very cold. Are you tired? Get in the car and sit with us."
Kangxi's face turned red from the cold. He held a whip in one hand and put the other hand to his mouth to breathe. Hearing the Empress Dowager ask himself, he excitedly raised the horse whip in his hand and said with a smile: "You old man, just sit here. My grandson is not cold."
I’m not tired either. Look at this situation, it’s going to snow soon, and my grandson is about to appreciate the scenery of ‘the snow embraces the orchid and the horse stops moving forward’!”
The Empress Dowager raised her face and looked up at the sky, and saw bright clouds all around and a strong wind. She said worriedly: "I'm afraid I'm going to go even slower." "It doesn't matter," Kangxi said with a smile, "We can't reach Fanzhi County tonight.
I stayed with my grandmother in a small shop in Shahebao, and Xiao Weizi was more thoughtful than us."
After a while, as expected, scattered snow fell one after another. At first, it was fine beads and powder, and it fell more and more violently. However, thousands of flowers were flying wildly, jade was colorful, and they were flying in the wind in balls. The ancients said, "Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats."
", Little did they know that the snow in the Taihang Mountains was falling in a "burst", and it was so muddy and vast that the heaven, earth and universe were wrapped into a messy mass. Looking around, the mountains were hazy, the trees were vague, the roads were confused, and the rivers were blurry.
It’s so vast that it’s no wonder that wealthy people like Li Qinglian, like Li Qinglian, have to draw their swords and look around at a loss. Kangxi grew up in the palace, and could only go in and out of the inner city. Where had he seen such a spectacular scene? I’m so happy.
She was dancing and walking forward in the snow, then turned around and asked Lang Ling: "Do you still remember the poem I wrote when I was drinking and enjoying the snow with Mr. Wu at Guju in Baiyunguan Mountain on the winter solstice last year?"
Lang Ling hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "Master's good poem, how can I forget it?" After saying that, he chanted:
The snow and frost are falling, and the dawn is full of color all over the village.
Why should we blow the Zoyang law all over the world and make the world cold?
"It's hard for you to remember it so clearly." Kangxi praised, "At that time, I was still in obscurity and was not in the mood. This poem was not very powerful. How can it be compared to this place and now? Later, Li Yunqing
Hanlin wrote a poem, which included "Snowflakes are falling together with plum blossoms, and spring is still blooming with wax." At that time, I felt that it was noble and Hanyuan style, and I even praised it a few times. At this time, it seems that it is just small. It is a pity.
Mr. Wu is so talented. If he could get here, I wonder what good poems he would write!" After hearing this, Lang Ling hurriedly said: "My master is absolutely right, Mr. Wu has the style of Qinglian, but it is a pity that he is not lucky enough.
You must not always serve your master."
Just as he was talking, Wei Dongting came down the mountain road covered with snow. While saluting Kangxi, he smiled and said: "Master is in such a good mood that he still refuses to get on the bus in such heavy snow - the inn ahead has made arrangements, and we will go there tonight."
We stayed at Shahebao, but it was a pity that we made the reservation a little late. People were already staying in the hotel and it was difficult to evict them."
"Thank you for coming back!" Lang Ling said with a smile, "I was talking poetry with my master, but my master was still talking about Mr. Wu!"
"I heard what I just said." Wei Dongting said with a smile, "Brother Lang's words make sense. Master Xiong also said to the servant that if Mr. Wu had been able to relax his ambitions during the Warring States Period, in today's prosperous age, he would rely on his talents and be arrogant, which is not the case.
The atmosphere of Wang Chen."
"Oh?" Kangxi stopped and hesitated before moving forward again, "Does Xiong Cilu think so too?"
Wei Dongting and Lang Ding both had a very good relationship with Wu Ciyou, and they were always detecting Kangxi's intentions. After hearing this, they couldn't figure out what he meant for a while, and looked at each other without daring to reply. Kangxi stepped on the snow and made a squeaking sound.
He thought deeply and said: "This is wrong. The theory of blessing and fate is limited to ordinary people. The king and the prime minister follow the control of nature and follow the same saying, but they don't know the destiny. If the emperor also talks about who among his ministers is blessed and who is unlucky, wouldn't it be unreasonable?
He has used all his talents in the world? Xiong Cilu is good at learning, and he will not understand this. If he says this, you must know that you are trying to tell me, or you are just trying to figure it out! Mr. Wu's problem is that he denigrates Neo-Confucianism. How could Xiong Cilu know that I let him go?
The deep meaning of his return to the mountain! It’s a joke, how can I not use such a great scholar like Mr. Wu?”
"This slave has little knowledge, how can he know that God is wise!" Lang Ling was happy in his heart and said hurriedly, "Even wise men like Mr. Xiong and Mr. Suo may not be able to understand the profound meaning of the master." Wei Dongting was afraid that Lang Ling would get him. After hearing what was said, he hurriedly said: "What do you slaves know? The master's temple is far away!"
Kangxi couldn't help laughing to himself after hearing this. Seeing the snow getting heavier and heavier, he put his hand on Wei Dongting's shoulder and walked up the mountain step by step. (To be continued)