All kinds of disruptions and chaos

During the first few days of their tour beyond the Great Wall and into the grasslands, the uncles who had the honor of being their nephew's teachers were subjected to unprecedented brutality. If the Third and Fourth Princes were convulsed by their nephews' own whims, then the remaining uncles, acting as teachers, were brutally tortured by the various bizarre characters their nephew had provoked.

The first person to be disturbed was Yinsi.

As a prince, Yinsi was good at other subjects except for his poor handwriting. Kangxi had good intentions in letting him teach Hongdan Manchu and Mongolian characters instead of Chinese characters.

Kangxi felt that Yinsi was his own son and seemed quite talented. He felt that letting him come from a lowly family was already unfair to his son, and then he sent him to be the pioneer in bringing back the power of the banner to the emperor. This was very hard for this eighth son. He wanted to make up for this.

In Kangxi's subconscious mind, the little fat boy was the heir for generations to come, so he asked Yinsi to build a good relationship with Hongdan when he was very young. When Hongdan grew up, he would naturally respect and protect his uncle more. This was Kangxi's reward for Yinsi's hard work.

Therefore, Kangxi sent Yinsi to be the teacher of two courses. It cannot be said that he was not treating Yinsi well. He took everything into consideration, from his wife to his banner status to his future.

Kangxi employed a tactic of checks and balances, similar to arranged marriages. If the birth mother was of lower birth or had died young, he would arrange for a better in-law. If the combined strength of the man and his birth mother was higher, his wife's position would be lowered. He then considered each person's abilities and tried to strike a balance. After all the calculations, the crown prince was chosen with the highest combined strength.

Yinsi had not yet thought of such a deep level. He was just thinking: How can I do this job well, show my ability among my brothers, and make Khan Ama look at me differently?

The first step, of course, was to find out what procedures Hongdan had already learned. Since he was known for his friendly manner, he was well-liked, making it easier to gather information. The emperor's grandson's progress was no secret; although most eunuchs didn't know much about Manchu or Mongolian, they could gather some information from conversations between teacher and student.

Delighted to flatter the accommodating prince, the young eunuch told Yinsi everything he knew. Resignedly, he drafted his own lesson plan. Yinsi, a skilled teacher, approached his student Pang with a focus on listening, speaking, reading, and writing. Drawing on his own learning experience, he developed a three-month teaching plan.

While writing, the Eighth Lady heard someone talking and came over, just in time to meet the young eunuch returning. The young eunuch stopped and bowed honestly: "Greetings to the Lady."

The Eighth Lady glanced at the tent door and asked with a smile, "What does the prince want you to do?" She recognized that this was the eunuch beside Kangxi.

Eunuchs had their own independent gossip channels and were quite well-informed. The young eunuch had heard long ago that the Eighth Lady was different from ordinary women, not concerned with modesty and having a very cheerful personality. What was surprising was that the Eighth Prince did not try to restrain her, allowing her to run around the front and back yards as she pleased.

The Eighth Prince didn't care, and the eunuchs would not care about these messy things. The Eighth Prince was appointed as the teacher of Hongdan Prince, so it was normal for him to understand the student's progress. The young eunuch was not afraid to tell the Eighth Lady: "In reply to the Lady, the Emperor ordered the Eighth Prince to teach Hongdan Prince Manchu and Mongolian characters. The Eighth Prince asked me to ask how far Hongdan Prince has learned."

The Eighth Lady knew about this, so she blinked and waved her hand, "You can go."

The young eunuch stabbed him again and said, "I will take my leave."

The Eighth Concubine's inner thoughts were far from as natural as she appeared on the surface. This year, Kangxi assigned another concubine to Yinsi. Compared with the concubines assigned to the twelfth, thirteenth, and fourteenth princes who had no women, the one assigned to Yinsi was more like a protest against the Eighth Prince for not becoming a father yet.

The Eighth Lady was quite upset. Yinsi had already officially appointed a concubine, which already made her feel a little wronged, and now she was going to have another one. She kept a close eye on Wang Shi, to prevent her from having a concubine first.

Now, Kangxi has sent someone with "This is for the Eighth Prince to bear children" written on their forehead. The Eighth Concubine has already ordered a thorough investigation of Wanyan's family background. Are you kidding me?! I've been busy these past few days watching over Wang Shi, but it wasn't to pave the way for you!

Yinsi was more considerate of her and insisted on bringing her along on this trip, making her the only accompanying prince's wife. Knowing that her husband was trying to please her, the Eighth Concubine grew even more angry. The Supreme Emperor, who had caused her trouble, had then forced her husband to teach another family's children.

A child! The Eighth Lady clenched her fists. She must make good use of these few months of being alone with her husband and try to have a boy! The Eighth Lady always felt that she was still young, and Yinsi was also young. She just couldn't believe that they could not have a child! Good things must come with time.

Taking a deep breath, the maid beside her stepped forward and said to the eunuch guarding outside Yinsi's tent, "The Concubine is here." The Eighth Concubine put a smile on her face again and walked in through the tent door that had been opened by the eunuch.

"I just saw Khan Ama's people go out. What are you busy with?" After entering the tent, the Eighth Lady's face was bright again.

Yinsi put down his pen and said, "Khan Ama asked me to teach Hongdan Manchu and Mongolian characters, so I have to be prepared." He had already heard the conversation between the Eighth Lady and the young eunuch outside, so he answered it again to give him face.

Speaking of other people's children, the Eighth Lady's heart tightened: "He is only six years old, you don't have to work so hard." She walked forward slowly, held the tea, and placed it next to Yinsi.

Yinsi smiled and continued, "A six-year-old child is not simple." His wife had arrived, and the plan was temporarily put on hold. Yinsi put down his pen with regret, "If it were anything else, I would just teach him casually. He... Manchu was taught by Suma's mother, and Mongolian is a must for walking around Ningshou Palace."

The Eighth Lady was stunned for a moment. "I knew this before, but I didn't expect..." She almost wanted to bite her nails. "I just thought his mother wanted to go away with Mother Suma, but I didn't expect it."

Yinsi also became serious: "Is that so?" He clapped his hands, and his eunuch came forward: "Lord Beile."

"Go and get my mahogany box..." Suddenly remembering that he hadn't brought the box with him, he said, "Never mind. Go down now."

The Eighth Lady couldn't help but ask, "What happened to the box?"

Yinsi's features flickered in the dimly lit tent. "There are a few pages of Hongdan's handwriting I managed to find. I'd like to study them," he said, rubbing his brow. "I'm actually two steps behind the others." He chuckled and turned to the Eighth Lady, "Hongdan has been with the Khan for some time. Don't underestimate him. Apart from anything else, just look at his conversation with the Mongolians a few days ago and you'll know that although he's young, he's no ordinary person."

The Eighth Lady also agreed with this: "If he wasn't good, Khan Ama wouldn't have asked you brothers to teach him. Khan Ama really loves him! Asking several uncles to follow him shows that he cares deeply about him. For Khan Ama to care about him so much, he must be good."

"Then I have to teach him even more attentively, as he can be with Khan Ama day and night. Khan Ama used to be very kind to him. If the subject isn't good after a few months of teaching, it's fine for him, but I'll have to bear the brunt of the consequences." When faced with a situation where a student meets with the dean of studies every day, the teacher can only admit defeat.

"You don't have to worry too much about it. He always wants to learn well." The Eighth Lady comforted her husband. Seeing that he had to prepare lessons today, if this task occupied Yinsi's spare time for the next three or four months, what would she do?

Yinsi was already busy enough cultivating relationships with his ministers and connecting with the princes of the outer vassal states, leaving little time for harmony between husband and wife. And now, he had to add the daily preparation for lessons to take up his time? At this rate, even if Yinsi didn't have a concubine, it would be difficult for her to get pregnant. After these few months, when he returned to the capital, Yinsi would have to take a concubine, which would be another problem!

A husband's honor and a wife's glory are the foundation of his success. Being a virtuous wife, lending a helping hand to her husband's cause, is what the Eighth Concubine is willing to do. She doesn't want to hold her husband back, but asking her to help him build his career might delay her ability to have children. And then her husband has a child with another woman, taking away the legacy she's worked so hard to build. Even a saint would be enraged. What a ridiculous "considering the greater good"! Whose interests are being considered? Who is being sacrificed? Which is more profitable: a small family fortune that remains yours, or a larger one that becomes someone else's?

The Eighth Lady began to make a calculation. Her period was approaching, and Yinsi had been busy late these days, so she had to accompany him. She hardened her heart and decided that if he was free during the day, she could do the same... Once she got pregnant, it wouldn't be too late to work harder to support her husband's career. She was confident that she could make up for the months she had delayed him!

Before this, along the way, the couple had not always been harmonious. Back then, the Eighth Lady had not been offended, but now she felt that they needed to spend more time together and would intervene when Yinsi was even busier.

Yinsi didn't know his wife was determined to ensure he paid his grain tax on time. He knew his nephew had learned to read and write simple Mandarin, but while he spoke and wrote Mongolian fluently, his writing was lacking. Yinsi's plan was this: sharpening a sword before battle is always better than sharpening a sword. He couldn't prioritize Mongolian; Mandarin was still more important. He would treat each differently based on its importance.

At the time, Han Chinese emphasized writing, while Manchus emphasized translation, which shows their emphasis. Yinsi planned to prioritize the national language and teach his nephew the best translations by Manchus over the years.

"Hey, do you think this is okay?"

Hearing Yinsi's question, the Eighth Lady was startled. "If you say it's okay, then it's okay. Hey, what did the Third and Fourth Brothers say?"

Yinsi thought for a moment and said, "They teach differently from what I taught. I also sent people to ask, but they all said they haven't thought it through yet."

The Eighth Lady offered another suggestion: "Their class starts tomorrow. Send someone to inquire about it first, so you can get an idea of ​​how the student is doing." She walked closer and rubbed her husband's shoulders. "You're just working in isolation now. Why don't you come up with a general idea and see how they teach tomorrow? Then you can decide how to teach them. How do you think?"

"Well, good," he said, smiling and taking his wife's hand, with a moment of tenderness and affection, "It saves me so much worry to have you here."

The Eighth Lady leaned over and blew into his ear: "Then how are you going to thank me?"

River crab, river crab, river crab...

The next day, Yinsi felt refreshed after a night of sleep. As his wife suggested, he sent someone to eavesdrop on the lecture, while he stayed in the tent, ready to change the lesson plan at any time.

The young eunuch came running over: "My Lord, I found out." Oh my god, it's a good thing we live nearby, otherwise I would have run to death!

"How do you say that?"

The young eunuch reported in detail what happened to the third and fourth princes in the morning.

After hearing this, Yinsi dismissed the eunuch and rushed into the inner room, rolling on the bed and laughing wildly. His laughter attracted the Eighth Lady, who had been watching him all the time, and asked, "What's the matter that makes you laugh like this?"

Yinsi's smile continued as he lay on his side on the bed, one hand supporting his head and the other gently waving to the Eighth Lady: "Come, come, come." The Eighth Lady walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed his hand, and touched his bald forehead: "What's wrong?"

"The third and fourth brothers suffered a setback..." He recited the experiences of these two people.

The couple held their two older brothers in deep contempt. They hadn't even gathered enough information beforehand, yet they were still acting as teachers. What results could you expect from this gradual approach? You two would only teach him for three or four months at best, breaking it down into different subjects, interspersed with time for Khan Ama to show off the fat boy. How much could you possibly teach him if you followed this method?

Suddenly, Yinsi changed his mind. He decided to teach the fat boy the language he would most easily show off: Mongolian. Since they were primarily interacting with the Mongols, it would be easiest to demonstrate their learning in daily life. As for Mandarin, all he needed to do was make sure he didn't fall behind in his studies. Yinsi figured it out and reported to Kangxi.

Facts have proven that this policy was extremely correct. This move was exactly what Kangxi wanted and he approved of it: "Don't abandon the national language." He did not oppose Yinsi's main idea at all.

After coming out from Kangxi, Yinsi felt more confident and went straight to the tent of the fat boy next door. He also pretended to check the students' progress, but the fat boy rolled his eyes and looked down on him: Why are these uncles all the same?

After two exams, the chubby kid, who had figured out the teacher's tricks, turned into a fat, fried dough stick, and without a word, he pulled out notebooks from the table. Manchu, Mongolian, copybooks, translation notebooks...

"Uncle Eight, it's all here, just look!" Stop testing me.

Yinsi: ...Is this being looked down upon?

His emotional intelligence was higher than his brothers', and he quickly adjusted himself, flipping through his homework, quickly assessing his progress, and then beginning his lecture. High emotional intelligence had its advantages, and compared to his brothers, Yinsi's teaching went much more smoothly. In the evening, Kangxi reviewed the students' work and gave both teacher and student high praise.

While Yinsi was rejoicing, Kangxi assigned him a new task: "The fifteenth prince Yinyu and the sixteenth prince Yinlu have also come with me. Their Mongolian is not as good as Chinese or Mandarin. You are good at teaching Mongolian, so teach them as well!"

Yinsi received the important task, thinking that Kangxi valued him and that he would not assign tasks to anyone he did not value. In fact, this was true. However, the reality was cruel! Yinyu was born in the 32nd year of Kangxi's reign, and Yinlu was born in the 34th year of Kangxi's reign. One was ten years old, the other was seven years old. With the addition of Hongdan, who was six years old, their studies were not on the same level.

Hongdan is actually the best, as he uses Mongolian every day. Learning a language well requires both talent and practice. Yinyu is slightly worse, and Yinlu is at the bottom! Three students, three different progress levels.

When Yinsi was studying, he only saw his teachers busy and exhausted, smiling. Now that it was his turn, he realized how difficult it was to be a royal teacher! No matter how difficult it was, he had to persevere. Concubine Wang, the mother of Yinyu and Yinlu, was extremely favored by Emperor Kangxi. Her ability to influence others was extraordinary. Although she could not interfere in state affairs, she was able to speak up for her sons when they felt wronged.

Then, his wife also gave him a task. The Eighth Lady, who never cried, started crying because she saw a bunch of young boys and wanted a child.

Yinsi, burning the candle at both ends, began his agonizing four-month prison sentence. He had been hoping for good news the next day about his wife's pregnancy, but instead, she got her period. Not only did the Eighth Lady want to cry, but Yinsi did too.

Ever since he taught the fat student, his two younger brothers who were not good at Mongolian and a wife who wanted a child came to disrupt things. Even the cold breeze from the frontier could not blow away the Eighth Prince's depression.

——————————————————————————————————————————

Yinsi was lucky, as he had to deal with his wife and younger brother, both of whom were within his control. However, his two younger brothers, Yinxiang and Yinzhen, had to deal with gangsters.

The horseback archery class was in the afternoon, giving the two more time to discuss the lesson plan. Before the discussion, Yinxiang tried to persuade the sullen Yinzhen: "Fourth Brother is doing this for our own good."

"Humph! Don't I know what's going on? Does he have to come and 'remind' me with a cold face?" Yinzhen was quite carefree.

Yinxiang sighed. In this palace, it is really rare to have a good brother like the fourth brother who reminds him of everything. Looking at the angry Yinzhen, no matter whether the fourth brother has a cold or icy face, he is well-intentioned, okay?

The night before, when Yinzhen was halfway through preparing his lesson, he felt uneasy, put down his pen, and went to find the physical education teachers.

Yinzhen was very excited as it was his first time being a teacher. "How about we teach Hongdan as usual? I wonder how far he can go with the crossbow..."

A few stones... "Fourteenth brother, at Hongdan's age, no matter how many stones the bow weighs, it's still difficult for him."

"well--"

The math teacher came over at this time. The two younger brothers offered their seats to their older brother, who was not polite at all. Thinking of the seriousness of tomorrow's class, he said with a stern face: "Are you discussing how to teach tomorrow?"

Shit! Who are you trying to show off to with that face of the King of Hell? Yinzhen wanted to get angry, but Yinxiang had already said, "Yes."

Taking time out to care for his brother, Yinzhen warned him, "He's the prince's son. You have to be careful. Riding and archery are different from sitting exercises. They can be dangerous. Don't take him to dangerous places to ride horses." He gave his half-brother a stern look. "Especially you, you have to be more steady. Any negligence will be no joke!"

In essence, Yinzhen was concerned about Yinzhen and worried that he would get into trouble and be punished. In terms of effect, not all concern hidden under a stern mask can be understood by others, especially when both parties have not learned the skill of "telepathy".

Yinzhen's rebelliousness grew even stronger, and Yinxiang tried to smooth things over: "Thank you, Fourth Brother, for reminding us. We understand. Fourth Brother, you'll also be taught mathematics tomorrow, right?"

He abruptly changed the subject. Anyway, Yinzhen and Yinzhen were getting increasingly irritable when they met, and Yinzhen was numb to his brother's rudeness. Seeing that Yinxiang seemed to understand, he stopped arguing with Yinzhen: "I was halfway through preparing when I remembered that you also have to teach Hongdan tomorrow, so I came over to tell you—" He glanced at Yinzhen and then at Yinxiang, "As long as you understand, I have to go back."

Yinxiang took Yinzhen away and returned to continue the discussion. Yinzhen was not unaware of the stakes, but he just didn't like Yinzhen's attitude: "Brother Thirteen, am I, the Fourteenth, an unreasonable kid? If you talk to me nicely, as long as it's right, why wouldn't I listen?"

The two then had an in-depth discussion on the relationship between politeness and reason. It was not until they were about to go to bed that they realized: the lesson had not been prepared yet.

The next day, Yinxiang resigned himself to his fate and tried to appease his younger brother and defend his fourth brother, but to no avail.

Seeing that it was getting late, Yinxiang had no choice but to ask, "I just want to ask you, do you want to prevent Hongdan from getting into danger?"

"Of course," Yinzhen said in surprise, "He's our nephew. Who would mess with him for no reason?"

"Then you're not going to get married?! Hurry up and go count the arrows and ask Hongdan what kind of bow and arrow he uses and how far he can shoot the target! This is all we can prepare now." He pulled Yinzhen's sleeve with one hand and pointed to the sky with the other, "Look where the sun is now!"

Unlike the cultural classes, which took place in tents, the physical education classes were held outdoors. Although the area had been cleared beforehand, that didn't stop people from finding ways to watch. The guards watched openly, the Mongols pretended to be lost and didn't know the way, and those who emerged from the imperial tent pretended to be just passing by.

The two elder brothers themselves weren't afraid of being noticed, but they were a little nervous about their nephew's progress and whether it would embarrass them, their new teachers. A glance at the other man standing nearby reassured them. He wouldn't stand by and watch his nephew embarrass himself; he would always help.

Qingde arrived early. He was familiar with his eldest sister Shuxian's children, but he could only briefly meet the son of Shujia, with whom he had the best relationship, and then passed by without saying a word. With Kangxi's permission to spend more time with his nephew, he naturally made every effort to make good use of the limited time, get to know his nephew and establish a good relationship.

Seeing Yinxiang and Yinzhen looking at him, Qingde grinned and said, "Thirteenth Master, Fourteenth Master." The two nodded randomly, their eyes filled with excitement.

The young eunuch came running to report: "Prince Hongdan is here."

The teacher was quite happy to have Hongdan as a student. Although his thinking was divergent, his grades never embarrassed the teacher and he was also very respectful to the teacher. Wearing small arrow sleeves and carrying a small bow, he bowed and said, "Nephew pays respects to Uncle Thirteen and Uncle Fourteen."

After coughing, Yinxiang said, "Your uncle will be here today to raid the battlefield. Come and see him."

Hongdan clasped his fists and saluted, "Uncle." Because he was some distance away from Qingde, the height difference was less noticeable, allowing Hongdan to see his uncle without tilting his head too far. In his mind, he was the hero who could capture Galdan, and in his mother's words, he was a good man.

Qingde was dressed in military uniform, his eyes sparkling, and with a kind smile on his face, he looked like a truly good man. Hongdan couldn't help but look at his attire with curiosity. In the palace, the guards all wore the same clothes, so it wasn't obvious. But this outfit, coupled with his upright posture, really gave him a bit of a military air.

Good-hearted Brother Qingde was also observing his nephew, a chubby, energetic boy whose face vaguely resembled his younger sister. Qingde was in high spirits, "Hello, brother." According to his online news outlet, his nephew had already sired three sons, a man who wouldn't let anyone down.

Thinking about his sister, she had never suffered any loss since she was a child, and she was very good at cheating people. The poor prince was still trapped in her Five Fingers Mountain. His son was six years old, but he had not taken on a concubine or a illegitimate son. Qingde was considering whether to protect himself, protect himself, or protect himself.

The final decision is to protect yourself!

Having made the decision to protect himself, Qingde could only watch the show from the sidelines and pay attention to the personal safety of his nephew. It was the others who needed to pay attention to their own safety, and the weapon was in the hands of the fat boy.

Yinxiang and Yinzhen locked eyes. Though somewhat indulgent in his temper, Yinzhen still maintained some basic courtesy and gestured with his eyes for Yinxiang to speak first. Yinxiang's prepared opening remarks went something like this: "You've just arrived, so let's start with the simple exercises. Once you're comfortable with them, we can move on to the more difficult ones. Let's not start with horse racing, let's start with archery. What have you learned before?"

Before he could open his mouth, his nephew spoke up: "Thirteenth Uncle, Fourteenth Uncle, I just learned to ride a horse in Beijing. I followed Mafa for a few days along the way and can now trot. I can shoot a target fifteen steps away and hit seven out of ten arrows, two of which hit the bull's eye. I've brought my bow. You uncles want to check my homework, so I can shoot a few arrows first."

These uncles must have been taught by the same teacher because they all ask the same questions!

Yinxiang choked before he could finish his words: "Ah, all right then," he nudged Yinzhen with his elbow, "How about this first?"

Yinzhen's eyes darted to Qingde: "What do you think?"

Qingde said modestly: "The two princes are the masters appointed by His Majesty. I am just here to help. Whatever you say is what I will do." I knew that this kid could not be messed with.

The two brothers who were intercepted while playing cards had to move the target and watch their nephew take action.

Having a good start will make the rest much easier. Physical education is a secondary subject for a reason. There is limited fresh content, and most of the time it is just practice.

"Fifteen steps," Yinxiang said, making a gesture. Those who saw it understood and stopped less than fifteen steps away. Yinxiang knew that when martial arts were taught in the palace, there was always some embellishment. The princes' skills had to be taken at an 80% discount. For example, no matter how wise and powerful his Khan-father was, he couldn't have knocked down a row of strong guards with a single wave of his sleeve, but...the guards actually fell. To prevent the fat boy's data from being exaggerated and embarrassing in public, Yinxiang had already ordered a cheat.

Xiaopang shot a total of twenty arrows, none of them missed the target. Thirteen and Fourteen thought, "Teaching a student isn't that hard!" Their excitement grew again. Seeing Hongdan's expression, they felt proud. Could they try moving the target back a bit? Or perhaps get a stiffer bow?

A quarter of an hour later, the two new teachers' eagerness met a fire hydrant—the kind that flowed water. Since the student's uncle was still nearby, they called in another person they were to call uncle—Olondai. The troublemaker had arrived.

——————————————————————————————————————————

Orondai's closest companion was Qingde. On the grasslands, the two of them ran wild, shooting birds and rabbits, roasting cattle and sheep, engaging in group fights with their guards, and gambling with Mongolian princes. Just when things were going smoothly, a bolt from the blue struck: Qingde was appointed an imperial official, leaving him to play alone.

Playing alone is so boring; I have to get some people to play along. The guards were like a group of pitiful virgins caught by a pervert, just about to flee. Orondai enjoyed playing some outrageous games, and if Kangxi didn't punish him, he would punish him by punishing his fellow enthusiasts. Many people became punching bags and scapegoats. Finally, the old uncle-in-law and the young uncle-in-law teamed up, giving everyone some relief, but the young uncle-in-law ended up going to work.

Everyone run!

My Lord, the Emperor said, don't cause trouble, ethnic harmony is very important, don't trample on the Mongolian camp!

Orondai actually wants to take them to play wrestling with the Mongols! You're kidding! We're new here. My father originally wanted me to start as a clerk in the ministry just to gain experience. We're gentlemen! The Mongols are going to spit blood. The emperor has to tolerate people coming to challenge him...

One of the Taijis was the quickest thinker: "We also want to see the might of the Qing warriors, but I brought my best wrestler with me to watch the fun."

"Busy?" Orondai looked at the people in front of him suspiciously, and he was very unconvinced. "If there was a bustling scene, I would have gone to see it long ago. I wouldn't come to you out of boredom."

"If he weren't the emperor's cousin, I'd definitely roll up my sleeves and beat him into a pig's head myself!" Taiji thought bitterly, but with a forced smile on his face, "Yes, it's Prince Hongdan's martial arts performance this afternoon. We think the young prince looks very good, so those who love martial arts can go and watch."

This reminded Orondai, isn't Qingde there? Anyway, there's nothing fun to do, so why not join in the fun!

He waved his hand and said, "Let's go together!" Both groups breathed a sigh of relief.

Orondei came with a large group of troops to kill us!

Yinxiang was adjusting the student's fat posture while Yinzhen was checking his bow and arrow: "Well, this bow is good," he pulled it, "the power is also good," and patted the fat student's arm, "pat yourself, otherwise you will be too sore to hold the pen tomorrow."

The fat student clapped his arms silently. Seeing that he was obedient, Yinzhen taught him other secrets: "You have to use clever strength. If you want to shoot far, point the arrow upwards. When it falls, it will form an arc and go far."

"Fourteenth brother, you're exaggerating. That's only useful on the battlefield."

"It's boring to just shoot at the target. Khan Ama will take us hunting in a couple of days. It will be fun if Hongdan hits something, right? I tell you, when the time comes, you will just do this..." and continue to teach the students.

Yinxiang was troubled. Did they do well in class on the first day? Khan Ama would check. How could you expect to see any results if you only taught these?

"You can talk about it tomorrow."

"No."

Teachers' internal strife.

With the arrival of Orondei, the teachers began to unite against the outside world.

Oh my god! How did he get here?! This was the same exclamation in the hearts of the two princes.

The elder brother went forward to see his uncle, and the fat boy followed him to see his uncle. Orondai's eyebrows moved: "You are teaching, I am here to watch the fun." He waved his hand, "Qingde, what are you hiding for?"

Qingde ended his career as a backdrop and stepped forward: "Uncle."

"Um?"

"Lao E, what are you doing here?"

Orondai said carelessly, "I came to see you."

Yinxiang winked, and the eunuch rushed to Kangxi to ask for support. Yinzhen lost his temper, squatted down to teach his nephew, and pinched his shoulders lovingly: "Don't be nervous~"

The fat boy did well, shooting another ten arrows and hitting nine targets. He pouted and looked around. Yinxiang and Yinzhen immediately praised him, "That's very good. You just practiced, so your arm strength is a bit weak..." Compared to his uncle next to him, this beautiful and adorable nephew was like an angel!

Orondai was getting bored and poked Qingde: "What's so exciting about this? Those damned Mongolians lied to me!"

Qingde was unhappy. "My nephew is studying, and you're just watching him?" He ignored him.

Orondei continued to poke, and Qingde said lazily: "I think it's pretty good--" in a long tone.

Orondei was used to his behavior, so he curled his lips and commented: "The target... thirteen steps, and not all ten arrows have hit it." After saying that, he gestured, took a few more steps, and measured to prove that he was right.

The fat boy who was being praised suddenly looked up and looked at him in disbelief. Orondai was still saying, "That bow looks pretty good. A six-year-old boy has quite a bit of strength."

The fat student looked at his two uncles again, a look of hurt. His visual skills weren't very good, and once he was on the grass, he couldn't accurately judge the distance. He had been so happy just now, his hit rate had improved, but who knew... something was wrong. Uncle Thirteen had clearly said fifteen steps, but that wasn't right. He even made hand gestures!

"You're bad guys!" the fat student glared at him. The two high school-aged uncles blushed when they saw their elementary school nephew's innocent yet aggrieved expression.

The loudmouthed Orondai was still broadcasting: "At least better than his fourth uncle! A good man, but only has four and a half strengths."

Qingde wanted to cover his face and confess: I don’t know this guy! Hey, Lao E, you know too much, you will be silenced!

Lao E was thinking divergently: "Let's go horseback riding!" He said to Qingde.

Qingde numbly pulled down his claws: "I have work to do here!"

Orondai glanced at his two nephews and said, "They are enough for us. They are just children and can't learn much."

Damn! My nephew is about to cry! Serious face: "The errand ordered by the emperor must be carried out well."

"Then let's go together! I saw he rode a horse along the way, and he's pretty good at it. Let's go and ask the Mongols for some wine!"

Yinxiang and Yinzhen broke out in a cold sweat. We haven't even dared to do this yet! Instead of comforting his nephew, he immediately jumped up and said, "Today's class isn't over yet!"

Orondai's disdainful look was undisguised: "Is this how martial arts are taught? No competitions, no actual practice, just playing around like this?"

Qingde saw that something was wrong and asked him to teach his nephew how to ride a horse. He could also let the two brothers teach him and he would watch from the side. However, Orondai was a man who had no sense of propriety. He responded: "Old Orondai, you are here again! We all went through this when we were young, and it didn't hinder us from going into battle."

Hongdan had been listening quietly and asked Orondai, "How should I learn if my uncle teaches me?"

Little ancestor, can you please stop messing around? The young uncles began to collapse...

A soft whistle sounded, and the vanguard eunuch arrived, and the great savior Emperor Kangxi came.

————————————————————————————————————————

"What are you all doing here?" Kangxi said lightly.

The little fat boy burst into tears when he saw his relatives, but he tried to hold them back. Kangxi thought Orondai had bullied his grandson, and he was very angry. He looked around and saw that the crowd of onlookers had not yet dispersed and said: "Follow me."

After entering the imperial tent, Kangxi looked at the people standing below and felt a headache. He first asked his son: "I asked you to teach Hongdan, why did you gather a bunch of irrelevant people around to watch? Don't you have anything to do?"

Orondai sensed a sarcasm towards him, and before Thirteen or Fourteen could reply, he started yelling, "Your Majesty, why are you criticizing them? I've come to watch the fun, too. I'm not a virgin, so I'll definitely get a piece of meat from watching."

Kangxi pounded the table: "I didn't ask you!"

"Why do I hear you talking about me?!"

Qingde: You guys are off topic! How am I supposed to teach my nephew's class?

Hongdan simply forgot about the grievance he had just felt and stared blankly at his usually calm and composed Mafa, who suddenly jumped three feet high, so lively that it was breathtaking.

The princes who came upon hearing the news split into two groups very experiencedly. The eldest, the third, and the fourteenth held Kangxi in their arms and said, "Khan Ama, calm down." They pressed him down onto his seat.

The fourth, eighth and thirteenth brothers pulled Orondei and said, "Khan Ama, calm down. I'm afraid your uncle is drunk." Then they pulled him back.

"He's not drunk!" Struggle!

"You are drunk!" Struggle!

Two fists were no match for four hands, and Lao E was eventually dragged away. Qing Decai slowly emerged from the corner to protect his nephew. Fortunately, he was smart enough to get his nephew out of the fight. Hey, that was a lively scene just now!

Kangxi was breathing heavily, and his sons knelt on the ground: "Khan Ama, calm down and look at things more positively."

Outside the tent, Lao Ba gently advised Orondai: "Why can't you tell Khan Ama slowly about your problem? You know how Khan Ama has always treated you. How could Khan Ama not listen to you? Why are you doing this?"

Yinzhen didn't like this "uncle" because he was too arrogant and pretentious, so he just sat in on the discussion.

Orondei snorted twice: "It's none of your business. So what if I make a fuss? I'm just sitting around doing nothing. If I keep things to myself, I'm afraid I'll suffocate to death." My uncle's life was all about having fun.

Such outrageous words were selectively ignored by the princes who were most concerned about maintaining order. After a long while, Yinzhen said, "Things have calmed down inside. Uncle should go in and submit."

Orondei was about to jump again, but the three brothers hurriedly joined forces to suppress him: "Uncle, when you are away from home, you should always give Khan Ama some face.", "Uncle, Khan Ama may also regret being angry with you, you should go in and take a look.", "Uncle..."

"Okay, I'm going in!"

Rushing in, he saw that Kangxi had regained his composure and was sitting behind the desk. Orondei bowed quickly and said, "Your Majesty, I am a straightforward person. I will say whatever I want to say. Please don't take it to heart." The subtext was: I am sorry for telling the truth.

Kangxi: ...

"What happened just now?" Kangxi asked Yinxiang.

Yinxiang could only admit his mistake: "My sons were teaching my nephew and placed the target in the wrong place. My uncle Orondai pointed it out to me."

Orondai: "Hmph!"

Hongdan's ears moved, and he slowly raised his head. When he met Kangxi's gaze, he lowered his head with grievance. He was deceived, sob~

Kangxi dismissed the idlers and said, "Be quiet, everyone! It's shameful to be in front of the Mongols! Whoever wants to embarrass himself can do so! All of you kneel down and pay your respects."

The fighting died down. Old E, having just had a quarrel, felt relieved. It was so satisfying to see the emperor so angry but unable to lose his temper! Let's go, let's go challenge him! Who said the emperor's grandson was interested in learning archery? You dare to lie to me, you're done for! It's said that in the end, both sides reached an understanding, and the Mongols had to hand over three skilled wrestlers, who were eventually taken back to the capital by the emperor's uncle as tribute. — But that's a story for another time.

Kangxi felt relieved after a moment of anger and slowly asked Hongdan what had happened.

The children were not very sophisticated after all, and they expressed their grievances. Kangxi defended his sons, saying, "They are new apprentices and don't know how to do it. However, among your uncles, their skills are still impressive. Orondai has a quick temper and speaks without restraint, so don't take it to heart. Go and see your uncle."

Hongdan went to Qingde's place, and Thirteen and Fourteen were brought before the emperor: "Why are you so careless? Let him cause trouble? And what about the target? You should be careful--"

Orondai, you are a disaster! Thirteen and Fourteen reached a consensus.

When Hongdan arrived at Qingde's tent, Orondai was inside. Hongdan once again witnessed this ruffian's other side. Boots tossed aside, hat gone, sleeves rolled up, shirt wide open. His uncle looked similar. One of them occupied one side of the bed, confronting the other.

stunned.

Mom, come and see Uncle! Didn't you say he was a good man? Why do these two seem like the same kind of people?

Qingde jumped to the ground in two seconds, dressed in half a minute, and threw the gambling equipment into the teapot in ten seconds. He smiled and said, "Hello, brother, what made you think of coming here? I happen to have Mongolian milk tea. Would you like to try it?"

Uncle, the milk tea you are talking about is not sitting on the stove that just helped you destroy the dice, right?

Hongdan, who was praised as a good child with perfect etiquette, youth and old age, and royal demeanor, has cracks on his perfect mask.

"Hello, uncle. Hello, uncle."

——————————————————————————————————————————

The gangster from Orondai came openly, not caring about his clothes, and raised his chin: "Brother, please sit down. Your uncle is here, why are you being polite?"

Snap, the crack widened.

Encountering such a scene, how should he end it? Qingde blinked and decided that since the gambling equipment no longer existed, it meant that the incident had never happened. He asked his nephew kindly, "Would you like some milk tea? The milk tea here is even more fragrant than the one in the palace. It's authentic."

Orondai: "Give me one too."

The poor little fat boy, who was praised as smart, suddenly felt that he had become stupid and could not understand what was going on.

"Mafa asked me to come visit my uncle, but I didn't expect to run into my great-uncle. Is the milk tea good?" The little fat man figured that since he was already here and couldn't just run away, he could still handle it if he put this matter aside. From this point of view, the saying that a nephew resembles his uncle is not without basis.

Strangely, the three people's brain waves were connected and they were chatting politely.

"Uncle, the target is only thirteen steps away?"

"Nonsense, I just play with this when I'm free, can't you see?"

"Will my uncle tell the truth?"

"I'm going to get money from cheating you out of this?!"

"Will you come visit tomorrow, uncle? Please reserve the space for me until fifteen steps, and then you can go somewhere else to play. It won't take up your time."

Orondai glanced at Xiaopang from top to bottom and from left to right: "Interesting. Okay!"

Qingde was dumbfounded: "Why are you——"

His nephew actually began to lecture him: "It's rare to find someone who is willing to tell the truth. Also, uncle, don't you see that the target is in the wrong position?" After experiencing several setbacks, the little fat boy attached great importance to not being deceived.

Qingde: ...Fuck! "I don't care about you anymore!"

Orondai hooked his finger on the cup and found the fat boy very pleasing to the eye: "Don't pay attention to your uncle, he must have dozed off at that time."

"Maybe he's just embarrassed to say something bad about his thirteenth and fourteenth uncles."

Qingde burst into tears: Is it easy to get a nephew to say something sweet? "I'll tell you when there's no one else around."

Orondei: "I'll tell you when someone else is here." There's someone who has a good impression of me, and this person is such a person, why would I be so foolish as to cross him? If my future successor has a good relationship with me, who the hell would be so full of themselves as to support someone else's coup? This isn't the way to join in the fun.

The next day, the Thirteenth and Fourteenth Princes saw Orondai appear again at their teaching grounds...

This time, Kangxi did not appear in all the splendor, because Orondei had reported it, and the night before, the little fat man had said, "My grandson came back late because I saw my great-uncle at my uncle's house."

Kangxi immediately became nervous: "What did he say again? See him less often in the future." He was a little angry.

"My uncle has a bad temper, but he won't harm me. How can I hide from him? He doesn't get angry all the time. Well, my grandson must meet all kinds of people, so that he can, um, become... knowledgeable?"

"He is good at judging people. But he is not easy to deal with. Tomorrow I will ask Yabu to go and watch him."

The author has something to say: Today's update is early and there are many updates~~~~~~

The Fourth Master's bow has a force of 4.5! For example, Kangxi's bow has a force of 15.

Covering his face, no wonder he was asked to teach math.