When Yinzhen saw his son win against Buku, he was feeling proud, but he didn't get angry when he heard his third brother's sarcastic remarks.
“You can let Hongqing practice martial arts more, that will do well, Third Brother.”
Upon hearing this, Fourteen was the first to burst into laughter.
The Third Prince was somewhat embarrassed. What was going on? Although Hongqing's martial arts skills were inferior to Hongzhao and Hongyan, he shouldn't be ridiculed like this by his uncle, the Fourteenth Prince. So he glared at the Fourteenth Prince with considerable displeasure: "Fourteenth Prince, what do you mean by this?"
After laughing, Fourteen immediately drank a glass of wine: "It's nothing, Third Brother, my throat was just itchy, I laughed and it stopped itching."
The Third Prince regretted asking that question, knowing all along that the Fourteenth Prince was a shameless rogue who would say such cheeky things.
The Fifth Prince, on the other hand, was focused on watching the game and eating mutton.
The Eighth Prince's expression was inscrutable, and it was unclear what he was thinking. Seeing that Hongyan had won, he also thought of giving something to his nephew.
Thirteen and fourteen sat together chatting. As for the Crown Prince, he did not show up, saying he was tired from the journey and felt unwell.
However, whether the Crown Prince was truly unwell was something only he himself knew, or rather, only the Emperor knew.
Thirteen truly couldn't understand why the Emperor, who had already grown tired of the Crown Prince, would still keep him by his side this time. Moreover, he wouldn't allow the Crown Prince to appear in front of the Mongol tribes during the meeting.
Wouldn't it be better to just leave the Crown Prince in the capital instead of doing that?
He couldn't quite understand it, and looking at his father, the Emperor, sitting high on the dragon throne, a sense of fear welled up in his heart.
He felt that he and his brothers were all pawns, pawns of the ruler of the world.
What power do they have?
It was only because he was the emperor's son that he had a higher status than others. But there's a saying among the Han people: "If the emperor commands a subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die."
Thinking of this, Thirteen suddenly had a thought: maybe Father Emperor kept him by his side because he was wary of the Crown Prince.
The thought sent chills down his spine, and cold sweat poured down his back. Had his father truly become so fearful and wary of the Crown Prince? He would take him with him wherever he went.
Is there really any chance for this father and son to reconcile?
He was unaware of what was happening; he was simply dazed as he watched the clinking of glasses and the lively atmosphere before him.
Father Emperor, what kind of heir does he hope for? What kind of person can satisfy him?
What Thirteen was thinking remained unknown to everyone. The atmosphere on the field became lively once again.
After the battle between Hongyan and Ashida, he stepped down, and people from the Mongolian side once again started making noise.
This time, it was Chen Zhihuai who took the stage.
He was truly unlike any other Mongolian boy.
Everyone who came thought he was a weak scholar. Although he had an outstanding temperament and was exceptionally talented, he looked like a weakling no matter how you looked at him.
Who knew that this seemingly weakling would be so extraordinary, throwing more than ten people down without losing his strength.
This left the Mongolians scratching their heads, wondering if the Qing Dynasty had been hiding its strength all along. Why was there such a powerful force coming this year?
As Chen Zhihuai stepped onto the stage, Hutuli stared wide-eyed, intently watching his moves.
She truly admired this person; how could he learn so smoothly and effortlessly? Every move he made was so pleasing to the eye, and even Buku's unrestrained fighting style did not diminish his aesthetic appeal in the slightest.
Having great strength and high martial arts skills are not advantages, but looking at him gives you a feeling of ease and nonchalance, as if success or failure is already determined with a light wave of his hand.
Hutuli wanted to learn this; she wanted to be able to perform moves with ease, how cool would that look! And she could even show off! Just like the enlightened masters described in her mother's storybooks.
The biggest winners of the night in Buku were none other than Hongyan and Chen Zhihuai, who received generous rewards from Emperor Kangxi and became the biggest stars of the night.
Changning and Wanhe ate mutton while playing with Hongmin and Hongchen. Upon hearing the news from ahead, Hongchen clapped his hands with a smile and exclaimed, "Brother! Great! Brother is the best!"
Wanhe was also very envious: "Yes! Hongyan is really amazing! I heard from Hongchun that he was the fastest and best learner in the Imperial Study. Now his martial arts are so good. He is a rare talent."
Changning was also very pleased: "It's all thanks to my father's good teaching. This time he and my mother came along too, and I was thinking of meeting them tomorrow."
Wanhe nodded: "That's great. It's so nice to see my family. I haven't seen my father and mother for two or three years."
At this point, she couldn't help but feel sad, and Changning quickly comforted her.
Seeing this, Wanhe felt it was inappropriate to stay any longer, so she hurriedly took her leave, saying before leaving that she would bring her daughter to play with her next time.
Not long after Wanhe left, Yinzhen returned with the children.
A group of people came in with smiles on their faces.
Changning had just finished eating mutton, and Baishu had prepared a bowl of nourishing soup for her to relieve the dryness of the mutton. She was drinking it when she saw them returning happily, so she also had someone serve them a bowl.
"You must have eaten a lot of meat today. Come and drink this soup, it's sweet and refreshing."
Yinzhen took the lead and drank a bowl, and the children followed suit.
Hongzhao couldn't wait to share with Changning: "Mother, my brother is a Baturu today!"
Changning also gave Hongyan a thumbs up: "Mother heard that our Hongyan defeated the little prince of the Durbet tribe today, which is a great honor for our Qing Dynasty."
Hongyan felt a little embarrassed by his younger brother's praise and his mother's compliments. He scratched his head and said, "Mother, I'm not that good. My sister saw through his tricks too."
Hutuli didn't belittle his brother this time: "That's right! Although I could see it, I'm not strong enough. I'll need to train for at least two or three years before I can beat him! You're much better!"
Hongmin and Hongchen circled around Hongyan, chattering excitedly, "Baturu! Baturu!"
After Hongyang finished feeding, he was brought over. His big, grape-like eyes darted around, and he was very happy to see so many people. He waved his little hands and exclaimed, "Ahhh!"
Yinzhen smiled and took Hongyang from the wet nurse's arms. Seeing that he was very brave and not afraid of the noise of the martial arts competition outside, he was even more delighted.
“You are all my good children.”
Hearing Yinzhen's heartfelt praise, the children all giggled.
Hongzhao even gesticulated wildly as he told his mother how his brother had defeated Ashida, and he also mentioned Narita.
"That little princess is so arrogant! She keeps challenging my son to a duel! Look at her thin arms and legs, my son, I'm afraid she'll break them in no time."
Changning expressed her understanding: "Mongolian princesses are bound to have fiery tempers. Do you remember Qing'e's mother? She was very skilled with her whip. Don't underestimate her."
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