Kangxi's tent was located in the center of the camp. The tents of the princes and nobles of the Inner and Outer Mongolian tribes were arranged in order according to their strength and status, extending outward with Kangxi's tent as the core.
It was already late on the day of arrival. After Kangxi met with the princes and nobles, he held a grand bonfire dinner in the open space in the center of the camp.
When it was completely dark, Kangxi walked towards the main seat surrounded by the crowd. After he sat down, Yinreng and Yinzhi also sat on Kangxi's left. As for the seats opposite him, they were Soetu, Xiong Cilü and others.
The glow of the bonfire illuminated the faces of everyone present. Kangxi raised his glass and invited everyone to drink together. No one dared to refuse Kangxi's invitation on such an occasion.
After the first bowl of wine was served, the banquet officially began.
Kangxi didn't care about dining etiquette. After Liang Jiugong tested the poison, he took a knife and sliced the meat from the roasted lamb leg.
After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere gradually became lively. A group of Mongolian men began to compete in drinking, and the women on the grassland also bravely danced around the campfire.
Yinreng was infected by this atmosphere and also drank until he was dizzy.
However, he still had some rationality and did not do anything out of the ordinary. He just stared at the dancing women.
Kangxi glanced at it casually, thinking that Yinreng had finally come to his senses. He was still secretly wondering if the woman he had sent to Yuqing Palace before did not meet Yinreng's aesthetic standards, when he suddenly heard a strange song -
"Fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-six flowers, fifty-six brothers and sisters are one family, fifty-six languages merge into one sentence..."
Kangxi's eyes narrowed, and he followed Yinreng's gaze towards the Mongolian woman.
Fifty-six ethnic groups?
"Xinjiang's neck, Inner Mongolia's shoulders, Tibet's sleeves folded on both sides, the Han people's applause resounded through the sky, hey! Fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-five singing and dancing..."
'Hey, hey, that's great!'
Hearing Yinreng's silly laugh, Kangxi couldn't help but laugh.
Fifty-five ethnic groups singing and dancing?
That sounds really good.
Unlike Yinreng who was content with his lot, Yinzhi quickly became friends with the Mongolian men around him.
He was the eldest son of Kangxi, had been on the battlefield, had his own unique insights into marching and fighting, and could speak Mongolian fluently. All these advantages came together on Yinzhi, making him highly praised by a group of young nobles.
Finally, when he could no longer drink any more wine, he staggered back to Yinreng and sat down on the chair.
"Old...Second brother, why don't you go have a drink?"
Opportunities like this to connect with the various Mongolian tribes don't come often.
Yinzhi's words were a little unclear, but he swung his palm, which was as big as a palm leaf fan, firmly on Yinreng's shoulder.
"hiss!"
Yinreng gasped when he was hit by him, and his mind cleared up instantly. He turned around and punched him twice fiercely.
"You'd better be alright, or I'll kill you!"
Yinreng had been practicing riding and archery since he was a child, so the two fists he threw in anger were naturally quite powerful. Yinzhi also took a breath and finally came to his senses.
It took him a few breaths to figure out the situation he was facing, and then his expression became embarrassed.
"I'm... sorry, didn't I...lose control?"
He still has a lisp when he speaks.
Yinreng rolled his eyes.
"Drinking a little horse urine and forgetting your family, be careful or I'll report you to the Emperor. This is extremely disrespectful!"
"Hey... don't be so petty, big brother... I... didn't mean it."
Yinzhi chuckled twice and asked again,
"Why don't you make friends with the Mongolian nobles?"
"No need."
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you do all the work for me?"
A trace of guilt flashed across Yinzhi's drunken face with thick eyebrows and big eyes. When he wanted to make some excuses, Yinreng spoke again.
"Alright, I don't mean to blame you. It's your ability to win the favor of the various Mongolian tribes. Who knows, maybe in the future, you can indirectly help the emperor govern Mongolia."
Yinzhi's mind was in a mess, but he still caught the last sentence accurately.
"Hehe... I will definitely become the Emperor's right-hand man!"
Yinreng was speechless. Having such a drunkard around him really affected his ability to watch the young lady dance.
"Yes, yes, I will. You are drunk and go to sleep."
Not long after he finished speaking, Yinzhi indeed calmed down.
The argument between the two people, which was not really an argument, was noticed by someone who was interested, and he immediately had some thoughts in his mind.
But Yinreng knew nothing about all this.
When Yinreng turned around to look at Yinzhi, he found that he had fallen asleep in the chair.
Yinreng called a few guards to send him back to the tent, and also apologized to Kangxi, saying that he was drunk and went back to the tent to rest first.
Kangxi was still communicating with the Khans of several Mongolian tribes. Upon hearing this, he nodded in agreement and even assigned some of his personal guards to follow Yinreng, telling him to be careful on his way back.
The princes and nobles present were all surprised. They had only heard before that Kangxi doted on his prince, but today they finally saw it for themselves.
The prince's tent was right next to Kangxi's tent, and only a few steps away from the dinner venue. How many guards had to be assigned to escort him?
The princes and nobles standing by expressed their incomprehension but respect.
At the same time, he was also wondering whether he should continue to make friends with other princes of the Qing Dynasty in the future.
The next day, the Duolun League officially began.
On the first day, the Grand Minister of the Imperial Guard, Soetu, read out the imperial edict, requiring Tushetu Khan to write a confession and circulate it to the princes of various Mongolian tribes in order to obtain forgiveness from Jasaktu Khan and the princes of various tribes.
On the second day, the princes and nobles of the various tribes in Inner and Outer Mongolia performed the ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows to Kangxi, formally declaring their allegiance to the Qing Dynasty.
At this time, Kangxi announced the pardon of Tushetu Khan's crimes, accepted the loyalty of Inner and Outer Mongolia, and divided the Khalkha Mongols into banners according to regions.
On the third day, titles were granted to the princes and nobles of the former Khalkha Mongols in accordance with the Qing Dynasty's title system.
A large-scale military parade was held in the next two days.
When Yinreng saw the firearms battalion carrying out dozens of small cannons, his eyes almost popped out.
Does the Qing Dynasty have such artillery at this time?
How come he doesn't know?
Why does this look a bit like the cannon that the boss first snatched from pirates in his previous life?
Could it be that the old man had already bought artillery from foreigners for research?
Why didn’t he know about this in his previous life?
Yinreng fell into deep thought.
But he had not attended many rounds of alliances in his previous life, so he naturally had no idea whether this artillery was included in the military parade at that time.
He was not the only one in shock. The old-fashioned people from Inner and Outer Mongolia were even more shocked than him.
Yinreng glanced at other people's reactions and felt a lot more balanced.
At least he had seen more powerful thermal weapons than this, but people of this era had not seen them, and this little sense of superiority suddenly came over him.
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