Suo'etu has a wish in his heart. My ancestors, let the emperor have only one son, the prince... This is impossible, but let the emperor only see the prince and regard the other princes as weeds. This seems to be impossible at the moment.
It's impossible.
Mr. Suo San was angry, but then he thought about Zhu Houzhao, the Emperor Wuzong of the previous dynasty, and the relationship between Zhu Houzhao and his mother's family, the Zhang family. Why should an only son, a prince who is favored by the emperor, leave with your relatives?
You are so close, why should I take you seriously?
Is there no one else available in the imperial court? Mr. Suo San is considered a scholar after all. This thought made him think deeply.
Therefore, from the perspective of the future of the Hesheli family, Suo'etu feels that it is good to maintain the status quo. After all, the emperor's preference and concern for the prince are not fake. What's more, even if it is not for the prince, he has to keep an eye on him for himself.
Looking after the eldest brother?
Who let the eldest brother and Mingzhu’s bastard uncle!
Huh! That kind of hypocritical and pretentious person, the emperor actually favored him so much, entrusted him with important tasks, and promoted his son. What's wrong if Cheng Rong can write lyrics? What's the big deal! His two sons... too
I will write a custom poem.
The more Suo'etu thought about it, the angrier he became. He and Mingzhu were tied, and his son was being compared in all aspects. He was so angry that he opened the tent and walked out, and saw Chengde head-on.
Before Chengde could say anything, Suo'etu said with a smile: "Rong Ruo, is the prince still in the emperor's tent? I have something to report."
"Suo Xiang," Rong Ruo bowed slightly: "The emperor is here, the prince is also here, please."
"Okay, your mother has a son like you, so what else does she have to worry about? Think about the evil in my family," Suo'etu shook his head and left.
"Have you got goosebumps?" Cao Yin whispered: "Anyway, I have got goosebumps. When he says he's obedient, I feel numb and cold."
"I'm even colder." Rong Ruo shivered three times in the cold wind, causing Cao Yin to laugh. Between the two of you, you push me, and I scold you and walk away.
Suo'etu was very happy. There was only the prince who was studying in the emperor's tent, and the eldest brother was not there. That's right. The emperor should pay more attention to our prince. He is so nice.
He contained hope and looked at the crown prince affectionately, as if he saw the future of the Hesheli family becoming the number one family in the Qing Dynasty.
Of course Kangxi loved the prince, and this paternal love was also unquestionable, but he didn't like the way Suo'etu looked at the prince, as if he regarded his beloved son as some kind of object, carrying his hopes for Suo'etu.
The emperor is not happy, the emperor is not happy.
"Ahem!" Kangxi cleared his throat: "The great scholar is here, what's the matter?"
"I am here to report to the Emperor about the recent reports by Heilongjiang General Ba Hai about the recent disturbances by the Russians on the border."
"Call Gao Shiqi and Alamodu to come over." Kangxi put on his boots and said to Yinreng: "You will go back to your tent to study later. If you are late, let the eunuch help you sleep. Do you understand?"
"My son knows, my son is resigning."
Yin Reng left the tent with square steps and sighed a little. His genius was a little dark and he couldn't sleep. The Crown Prince decided to take a walk in the eldest brother's tent.
Now that the prince was being managed by Kangxi in a strict manner, he still returned to his tent first, and then sent the young eunuch to Yinti's tent to ask if it was convenient for the elder brother.
Zhile asked Yinti if there was anything going on at night and if there was any inconvenience. "Prince, please come quickly. We can play chess. If that doesn't work, we can..." You can also bet on dice and play.
Feihua Ling, a semi-gambling game like this, cannot be told to outsiders.
"Playing chess is a bit boring." Yinreng sat on Yinti's bed and put his chin on his hand, "Oh, I still feel very boring."
"Then let's play Feihua Ling?"
"The one about memorizing poems?" Yinreng tilted his head and thought for a while, and finally said: "Okay. However, there must be some kind of punishment and reward, otherwise it will be boring."
Yinti thought for a while, looking at the prince's fair and tender face, he couldn't help but think about it. He chuckled and said: "I have thought of a good way to play."
A loving father, far away from his family and without his wife and concubines, what can soothe his tired heart after a troublesome job?
Naturally, I want to look at my lovely children.
Kangxi heard that the prince also ran to Yinti's tent, so he came with the National People's Congress in the evening. Standing outside the tent, the emperor was pleased to hear the children's voices reciting poems loudly. Look, it turned out to be my son, so
Even though it’s late, we still know how to study together!
But at the moment when Kangxi set up the tent and saw his sons, Emperor Kangxi Xuan Ye felt that his heartbeat was suddenly out of control and he felt a little dizzy.
His prince and his eldest son had lines of ink on their faces. The emperor couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you brothers going to be cats?"
... If you don't bring something like this, why don't you knock on the door when you enter the tent... No, why don't you make a sound in advance?
Yinti cursed in his heart, but did not dare to say anything. He stood with Yinti obediently and watched Kangxi spin in circles angrily. While spinning, the chicken daddy kept mumbling: "Hurry up and get water and let them wash their faces."
Clean! What does it look like!”
Although the emperor said he was disgusted, his eyes were very soft. He became the emperor when he was a child. At this age, he had no time to play with his brothers. At that time, Chang Ning was responsible for making Longxi cry, and Fuquan coaxed the younger brother, Kangxi was the most
Making a blind wish: "Longxi, look at the third brother to help you beat him!"
In fact, it has not been fulfilled at all.
Now seeing these two reading, riding, and shooting together, and playing around, it seemed that he had filled in what he had not been able to get.
"Recite poems well. Even if you have to be punished, don't paint on your face. If I want to ask you to go over to meet someone, do you plan to pretend to be a cat and go out?" Kangxi said a little meanly: "I can't.
There is no son who can only meow."
The prince's face turned red immediately, but Yinti had an ordinary look. He was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and he was especially thick-skinned after two lives. Youdao is a shameless person who is invincible in the world, especially the group of people living in the center of the capital.
, whoever wants face will die quickly.
Thinking of this, Yinti fell into deep thought. Maybe his cousin Rong Ruo was too shameless, so he was always a little sad.
"Yinti, what are you thinking about?"
"What are you thinking about Shengjing?" Yindi was tongue-tied, which aroused both Kangxi and the prince's shock. Why did he have an accent again?
This embarrassment naturally attracted a second blow from Kangxi, the poisonous-tongued emperor: "I have no moths, and I will not raise moths as my sons." He also said it in a tongue twister!
Yinti wisely chose to pretend to be quail, and then was forced to listen to Kangxi's nagging of "you must cherish yourself and respect your identity". By the way, he saw Yinreng's excited statement that he would never play like this again in the future and must be a
A good feudal boy who "is united and friendly, follows the rules and behaves noblely".
When Kangxi left with the prince, Yinti couldn't stop yawning and finally fell asleep.
The large group of people arrived at Shanhaiguan. After leaving Shanhaiguan, there were no big towns on the road. Of course, this not only meant living in tents, but also meant being able to ride horses at will without worrying about trampling on farmland or bumping into anyone.
Before them, there were three hundred people from the camp clearing the way to ensure the safety of the emperor during his patrol.
Looking back at the city wall that was getting farther away, Yinti listened to Kangxi telling them about the routes Emperor Taizong took to enter the pass several times, and suddenly remembered an anecdote Almu had said.
It was said that Emperor Taizong and Huang Taiji planned to attack the Ming Dynasty, so they borrowed the road from Horqin and entered Ji from the entrance of Xifeng. Liu Ce, the governor of Jiliao, looked at the wind and fled.
At that time, the army came to the city, and Zhu Beile and the general asked for a battle. Huang Taiji said, "The idiots in the city can take them as easily as the palm of their hand. But the territory is still strong and cannot be defeated overnight. It is easy to obtain but difficult to defend. It is not as easy as training a simple army."
Just wait for destiny."
In his eyes, Emperor Chongzhen was just a "fool." He was qualified to say so, but life was full of misfortunes and blessings, so how could Huang Taiji have thought that the consecutive deaths of his concubine Chen and his eighth prince would bring him huge consequences?
Such a blow, in the end he actually died before that idiot.
Yinti was so engrossed in his thoughts about fate that he was impermanent. After a while, he was hit on the head by the frowning Kangxi: "Don't be distracted while riding a horse!"
"My son is thinking why Wu Sangui betrayed Chongzhen back then." Yinti said: "At that time, Dorgon had already led his troops to Xifengkou. If he had not betrayed, even if he entered the pass, it would have taken a lot of effort to clean up North China.
It’s really elusive.”
"There are always various reasons for betrayal," Kangxi said after a while: "For Wu Sangui, being loyal to Chongzhen may not bring him glory and wealth, but may face the end of the rabbit to death. This kind of worry about his own life weighs down
When it comes to his loyalty, Chongzhen himself is responsible."
That's true, in this regard, the former emperor was really full of misdeeds. When Wu Sangui stayed in this first level in the world, wouldn't he think of Sun Chuanting when he touched his neck in his dreams at midnight?
Kangxi finally said: "...just like he betrayed our dynasty...it's all the same."
Although the words were unclear, Yinti understood that Kangxi almost lost his way that night. When the San Francisco was at its strongest, it had already occupied the south of the Yangtze River, and there were many responders. The court was in turmoil, otherwise there would not have been many people raising the issue.
Return to the border.
However, Kangxi won in the end, and everything in the past passed away and became an anecdote rather than a negative example.
The biggest impression after leaving the customs was the vast land and sparsely populated areas. Yinti sat on the horse, enjoying the comfort brought by the wide saddle, and did not forget to breathe fresh air. The air was much better than the Forbidden City.
"This is really a beautiful land."
As soon as he heard this half-baked Chinese, he knew it was Nan Huairen. Yinti turned around and said with a smile: "Mr. Nan, do you think this place is good too?"
"Of course, Your Highness, if this endless fertile land can be cultivated and placed in my hometown, it can even feed the people of the entire Europe."
"Europe," Yinti certainly knew where Europe was, but he had also seen another map. "Is Mr. Nan talking about that distant land in the west of our country?"
Nan Huairen looked very surprised: "God, Your Highness, you have seen the entire map of Kunyu! This is really shocking. I thought no one would be interested in that map except His Majesty the Emperor."
"My bachelor is Mr. Alam," Yinti turned around and pointed to Nan Huairen: "Maybe you know him. He once studied your language with Mr. Tang Ruowang."
"I see, I still remember him!"
"One more thing," Yinti said with a smile: "Master Nan, you can't call me Your Highness. You can call me His Excellency the Prince, or Your Excellency."
"Why not?" Nan Huairen was a little surprised: "I once called His Majesty's youngest brother, His Royal Highness Prince Chun. Why can't you, Prince?"
Yinti smiled: "You can call the prince and a prince this way, but I am not a prince yet, so you can't call me that."
The Westerner shrugged his shoulders. After spending so many years in China, he had understood that there were always many particularities in the country's upper class society. He decided to follow the local customs as in the past.
"Okay, Your Majesty the Prince, this is your first time coming to your hometown? Do you know your hometown?"
"Yes, this is my first time back." Yinti looked ahead: "People of my age, if they were born and raised in the capital, would not understand their hometown. It is too far away."
"What is that?" Nan Huairen pointed to a trench three feet wide and three feet high, planted with willows.
Yinti glanced at it, but he wasn't sure. Rong Ruo, who followed behind, said: "That's the wicker edge. Firstly, in order to prevent the invasion of foreign vassals, especially some tribes in Erut, secondly, the people inside the pass are not allowed to do whatever they want.
Run outside the pass to cultivate land."
"But along the way, we also saw scattered farmers. Are they all bannermen?" Yinti asked curiously.
Rong Ruo shook his head: "The main thing that Willow Bian can defend against is cavalry, and people walk on their legs, so they can always come over if they want. Although the court prohibits it, in fact it is forbidden repeatedly. There are always people in the pass sneaking into the outside of the pass to cultivate. They
Make a living and pay taxes as usual, and the local government will acquiesce and not pursue them."
Yinti nodded, this is more in line with the actual situation. In an era when transportation was inconvenient, information did not flow, and the imperial power did not extend to the county, and it was impossible to extend it to the county, there would be no shortage of conflicts of interest between the local government and the court. The court might give repeated orders.
, but local officials would not be so serious due to various considerations.
There are no resources to be serious. Should we send flag soldiers to guard the willow branches? The feudal dynasty simply cannot afford this kind of investment in manpower and material resources.
Just when Yinti was like a sponge, making friends with all kinds of people and greatly increasing his knowledge, Shengjing City was in front of him. They would stay in Shengjing for a few days before setting off to go further north.
"Ah, it's comfortable." Yinti soaked in the hot water and rode until he didn't feel any more. Now in the hot water, he felt that all the bones in his body were misaligned. It hurt. It hurt. No matter how wide the saddle was, it was still a saddle.
Not a sofa!
"Brother, the emperor has ordered the eldest brother to change his clothes and come to the west road of the palace. I want to take the prince and eldest brother to visit the old residence of their ancestors."
"According to the order, I will go right away." Yinti thought feebly that Kangxi was so energetic.
The author has something to say: What will happen to such a person?
Please wait for the breakdown next time.
Of course, Wu Sangui rebelled against the Ming Dynasty for more than just this reason, and this is not the point. When he wrote to Dorgon, Dorgon had already led his troops to the line between Xifengkou and Gubeikou, and planned to continue approaching the capital from here by following the old route.
This was also the regular route of the Jin Dynasty in the past. Then Wu Sangui's letter arrived. Dorgon quickly led his troops to march for a day and night, and joined forces with Wu Sangui to overthrow Li Zicheng.
How should I put it? You must know that Shi Kefa and Shi Daolin also expressed their intention to join forces with the Qing army to fight the peasant army. In their values, although they did not say "prefer to be with friends rather than domestic slaves", they were very upright in body and mind.
reflects this point of view.
Compared to the Tatars, the peasant army is of course more disgusting →_→
By the way, I would like to say that I would rather be with friends than domestic slaves. This was not said by Cixi. It is said that it was said by fortitude. However, it is not unfair to put it on Cixi. Regardless of the ruler, all rulers have bad virtues and do not talk about it.
He said he would do it too.
The development of this sentence is like this [There is a saying in the Gangyi saying: "I would rather give my family's property to friends than give it to slaves."] It comes from Liang Qichao's "Record of the 1898 Revolution". It was passed down to Chen Tianhua.
Here, it became "prefer to be with friends rather than domestic slaves." When Zou Rong wrote about the revolutionary army, it became "That's why Rong Lu, a loyal minister of the Manchurian People's Congress, said, "It is better to give to neighbors and friends than to give them to domestic slaves."
also."】
In modern times, it became what Empress Dowager Cixi said, ┓( ′∀` )┏
Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 96 bottles of Zhuchen, 10 bottles of bae, 10 bottles of South of the Water, 7 bottles of Fengliu Zhaizhu, 1 bottle of 35388744, 1 bottle of Muddleheaded Muddleheaded, 1 bottle of Xinghua Tianying, Jiujiu
1 bottle, 1 bottle for postpartum period
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ^_^