Every time they meet with Mongolia, the most classic and traditional activity is the buk competition.
This year, the Qing Dynasty brought many officials and their families, especially military officers, and also many capable warriors. The Mongols, not to be outdone, were equally determined.
The two sides fought fiercely, and the atmosphere reached a climax time and time again.
The competition was more than halfway through, and the most formidable opponent was the young prince of the Dörbet tribe of Mongolia, named Ashida.
At thirteen or fourteen years old, he was as strong as a calf, with a bronze upper body full of muscles. He was in no way inferior to Amur of the Aohan tribe back then.
His most outstanding characteristic was his immense strength; often, his opponents wouldn't last three rounds before being knocked down by a single punch. No one dared underestimate his power, for his punches were delivered with ferocious force.
Hutuli watched with great interest, clapping and cheering. He even pulled Wanji aside to comment, "Look at this Ashida, he's really got some skills. His hands are covered in calluses, you can tell he's quite strong."
Wanji devoted herself to the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and also had some knowledge of horsemanship and archery. However, she made no progress in martial arts and could only follow Hutu's techniques. Whichever technique she was told was the most powerful.
"However, brute force alone is not enough. If there is someone of equal skill who knows how to use finesse, he can be defeated in an instant." Hutuli felt that he was not that powerful. If he trained for another two or three years, he would be able to fight him.
Hearing this, the Mongolian girl who had been watching the commotion became indignant: "Hey! Who are you? My brother is the strongest! The strongest on the entire grassland!"
Her voice was clear and high-pitched, with a distinctive Mongolian accent. She had a healthy wheat-colored complexion and large, bright eyes that sparkled with a hint of resentment.
Hutuli turned to look at her. This Mongolian princess looked two or three years younger than him, with a riding whip and a waist knife at her waist, looking very imposing.
"I am Hutuli, the second princess of the Fourth Prince of the Qing Dynasty. I'm right, your brother is capable, but he's not the most capable."
"You're talking nonsense! Your Qing Dynasty is the best at boasting. Even the biggest boast of our Mongolian grasslands is about to be exposed by yours!"
The little girl was all bared her teeth and brandished her claws, acting aggressively, as if she couldn't stand anyone saying anything bad about her brother.
Hongzhao, who was fiercely protective of his sister, rushed over to defend Hutuli when he heard the commotion: "My sister is right! Your brother only knows brute force and has no skill at all. My brother could kick him down in one go!"
Hong Yan? ? ?
When the little princess saw Hongzhao, she was even more disdainful: "Another one spouting nonsense. What's your name?"
“My name is Hongzhao. And what’s your name?” Hongzhao put his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest, and refused to back down.
“Hongzhao, alright, I’ll remember you, you bragging lad. My name is Naritai.”
Hongzhao hated hearing people say he was bragging, so he pulled Hongyan to go on stage: "Brother! Let's go! Let's teach this arrogant girl a lesson! She's really taking me for a fool just because I haven't shown my teeth yet!"
Hongyan was both amused and exasperated, but for the sake of his sister and brother, he still went on stage.
When a prince from a royal family appeared on stage, the scene immediately became lively.
Hearing the commotion below, the already somewhat senile Emperor Kangxi asked, "Who's coming on stage? Why such a grand spectacle?"
Liang Jiugong bowed and replied with a smile, "Your Majesty, it is the Third Prince of the Fourth Prince's Mansion."
"Ah, it's Hongyan! He's very good at studying, how come he can also do the wrestling game? Why isn't Hongzhao here?"
Emperor Kangxi still remembered these two grandsons. Hongyan was intelligent and, among the grandsons in the Imperial Study, he was the best student.
Hongzhao is quite strong. Kangxi still remembers that last time he knocked Hongqing down with a single kick.
Before they could say anything more, Hongyan and Ashida started wrestling.
Hongzhao cheered his brother on from below, and even boasted to Naritai with a smug look, "Just you wait! See how my brother deals with your brother!"
Naritai was furious with him: "You're bragging again! My brother can beat him in no time! Brother! Qirimai! Qirimai! (Go for it!)"
Hongzhao's competitive spirit was also ignited by her, and his voice rose even higher than hers: "Brother! Go! Go! Hit him! Hit him!"
The two people on stage are competing, and the two people off stage are also competing.
Hutu pulled Wanji along to watch the commotion and even gave her some fruit to eat.
Wanji's heart clenched. The two were locked in a fierce battle, and it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand: "Hutuli, who do you think will win?"
Hutu watched with great interest for a while: "It's definitely Hongyan, don't worry!"
"Huh? You're so sure?"
“Of course!” Hutuli became interested and explained to her, “Look, although Ashida has temporarily imprisoned Hongyan, the space left is very large, and his back is empty. As long as Hongyan breaks free from the bottom left and hits him, Ashida will be done for immediately.”
Before Hutuli could finish speaking, Hongyan indeed threw Ashida to the ground in one fell swoop.
Hongzhao laughed heartily and clapped his hands, shouting, "Well done, brother!"
After saying that, she couldn't help but smugly tell Naritai, "See? I told you, my brother is better than your brother!"
Naritai's pretty face flushed red instantly. She couldn't believe that their strongest brother from the Duerbote tribe had lost. And this boy, who looked about her age, was so annoying!
She was so angry she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists: "Hey! What's so great about your brother! If you're so capable, have a match with me!"
Hongzhao was truly amused by her: "You? I never hit women."
Feeling slighted, Naritai stomped her foot on the spot, ran forward, and pulled Hongzhao toward the stage: "You look down on women, don't you?"
Hongzhao quickly clarified: "I didn't mean to look down on you!"
Honestly, no matter who he looks down on, he wouldn't dare look down on a woman! After all, his sister could take on both of them at once!
Naritai was still unconvinced and shouted that she wanted to have a fight with Hongzhao.
Eventually, Ashida stepped in and took the troublesome younger sister away.
Before leaving, Naritai was still shouting, "Hongzhao! Hongzhao! You wait for me! I will definitely have a match with you!"
Hongzhao stuck out his tongue and made a face: "Hehehe, hehehe, I'm angry with the youngest, I'm angry with the youngest."
Hongyan defeated Ashida, the best warrior on the Mongol side, bringing the atmosphere to a climax. Kangxi was overjoyed and immediately ordered his personal waist knife to be brought to Hongyan, instructing him to diligently practice martial arts in the future.
The Third Prince, standing to the side, gave a forced smile: "Congratulations, Fourth Brother. I didn't expect Hongyan's kung fu to be so good."
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