Chapter 569: Yuanqi

After another half a month of running around, on the tenth day of August, Cao Yong and others finally arrived at Ulya Sutai.

It was very deserted here, and the Holy Lord had not arrived yet. Cao Yong and others had a rare leisure time, so they finally didn't have to continue galloping on the horse's back, and the days were also leisurely.

Here, we are preparing for the arrival of the sage.

Cao Yong, Nalanfusen and others were the imperial envoys, and the rest were the imperial guards. The soldiers guarded here did not dare to neglect them, and the hospitality was quite thoughtful.

That night, it was the golden autumn, and the jade rabbit was promoted and it was time for the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.

On this side of the station, we made moon cakes to suit the situation.

It's just a matter of meaning. This place is located in a remote place and has limited supply. Where can I get the materials and molds for making mooncakes?

The brown sugar and white flour were mixed into round cakes and steamed them. Then the red cherry was mixed with honey and red dots were dotted on it.

Because Cao Yong and others were considered distinguished guests, the station gave him and Nalan Fusen and others ten of these moon cakes. The chief guard of the Cao family had two of them, and the same as the soldiers here.

The dark red steamed cakes are the size of a palm, each with half a pound, but they are not good-looking.

Not to mention Nalanfusen and others, even Xiaoman, Zhao Tong and others were the first time they had seen such a vulgar mooncake.

But everyone was looking at me, and I looked at you, and I didn’t know if this thing could enter.

Cao Yong just watched quietly, feeling funny in his heart. Not only did he talk about this road with the big lama, but he had tried the road to Urge before, but he had tried even the field mouse toads on the way.

Now that we have restored our pampered life, we seem to have forgotten all the days ahead.

It was Wei Hei. Before Zheng Hu entered the Cao family in his early years, he suffered a lot and was not very picky about food, so he took a few bites at will.

But it tastes sweet, and both of them couldn't help but give me a thumbs up.

However, Cao Yong looked at this, thinking of Daoxiang Village, his parents, wife and children.

I miss my family more during festivals, and this sentence is true.

Since Cao Yong left Beijing, the Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival were both outside. His 22nd birthday was also gone without paying attention.

Bitting the brown sugar cake, Cao Yong was thinking about the date of his return home.

The Holy Lord returns to Beijing before the first day of October every year. He has seen the Holy Lord himself. If he followed the Sui Gu, he would have arrived at that time.

Yesterday was Hang Seng's birthday, and another ten months was Tianyou's birthday. My mother's day was about to calculate the day, but she was about to give birth...

Shi Yun couldn't help it, so he brought the steamed cake in his hand to his mouth and took a big mouthful. He squirted twice, widened his eyes and praised him repeatedly.

Compared with the delicate large filling and thin-skin mooncakes in Beijing, this brown sugar cake has a unique flavor.

In addition to mooncakes, there are also whole roast lamb legs, golden milk skin, and the roasting pot transported from the mouth. Everyone’s Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is also quite lively...

Three hundred miles away, Boluo and Tun, the Holy Driving is here.

Compared with Cao Yong and his simple Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, here is a cluster of flowers, no less than in the palace.

Although he was on the way to the circumference, because he accompanied many officials of the Interior Affairs Office and the exclusive imperial chef in the palace, Kangxi's diet was no less than that in the palace, and he did not feel any lack.

In addition, Kangxi's favorite daughter Princess Gulun Rongxian came to the court, which made the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet even more grand.

The princes accompanying him this time were the third prince, the fifteenth prince and the sixteenth prince, the fourth prince and the seventh prince, and the seventh prince stayed in the Rehe Palace and served the queen mother who was unwilling to come out for a walk.

The third prince and Princess Gulun Rongxian came out with the same mother, and they had a deep relationship.

Now, in the harem, Concubine De and Concubine Yi are equally divided. Concubine Hui is dragged down by the eldest son of the parent-child and the eighth son of the adopted son. Now it is the yellow flower of yesterday, with the name of a concubine, but not the reality of a concubine.

The biological mother of the third prince and Princess Rong Xian, Rongfei, was the first concubine to enter the palace. She was old and deteriorated, and her situation was not much better than that of Concubine Hui.

Without the help of the palace, this was a regret in the third prince's heart. Now that he has informed his sister, he is particularly happy.

When there was no one, the third prince whispered with Princess Rong Xian, but he wanted to let the princess help him.

Princess Rongxian frowned and hesitated again and again, asking about her son-in-law Hongxi Beile's situation.

The third prince was stunned when asked, and looked at Princess Rongxian and his eyes became deep.

Princess Rongxian showed concern on her face. She wanted to say something else, but the third prince had already left with awkward look.

It happened that the fifteenth prince and the sixteenth prince came over to talk to their sister. Seeing this, they couldn't help but slow down...

Princess Rong Xian did not see the fifteenth prince and the sixteenth prince. She looked at the third prince's back and sighed, heading towards the imperial tent not far away.

The sixteenth prince stood up and said to the fifteenth prince: "Brother, that position is not something that anyone can think of. Some people are too overestimating their abilities, and even their compatriots may not help him. People like us should not get involved."

The fifteenth prince picked the corner of his mouth and smiled, saying, "XIVERY, who is also the son of the emperor's father, and the other princes are either princes or Beile. Did Sixteen feel anything in his heart?"

"It's just a matter of time. Isn't the Fourteenth Brother the first one awarded me in his twenties? Since Emperor Shizuzhang, the prince of the dynasty has been named Beizi at the lowest point, so brother doesn't have to worry too much." The Sixteenth Prince sighed in his heart. He could understand why his brother thought of these things, but he didn't know why his persistence came.

Even though he had envied those brothers who were the king in his heart, he knew that there was a difference in his identities.

Among the princes, they are young, have no military achievements, no civilized traditions, and have no prominent background. No matter how they are granted, they cannot be higher than the princes who are given the title of concubine.

"The lowest prince in the dynasty is Beizi, what about the prince in the previous dynasty? Emperor Taizong Wen and general Feng, don't you remember?" The fifteenth prince's voice was a little mute: "In recent years, you have lived a glorious life, but you have forgotten the humiliation of your childhood? The second prince regards us as inferior people, and they are friendly and respectful in front of others, but in private... Even Hongxi relies on the identity of the emperor and the eldest grandson and never takes us seriously. I will never forget the life of going to the study room; my father and son's 'gift' is deeply engraved!" At the end of his speech, the fifteenth prince was already gritting his teeth and his body was trembling slightly.

There is another story in this. The Sixteenth Prince sighed in his heart and advised: "Brother, that's all our business. More than ten years have passed... Why bother to feel nervous about this?"

The fifteenth prince clenched his fists hard, and blue veins burst out from his forehead. He looked at the sixteenth prince and said, "It's past... it's past? How has it been? You stand and speak without a back pain, you are favored by the emperor, and you are so popular with you, how can you understand my suffering? I have been a useless person in this life, and I have no hope, what I hope for... It's the hatred of humiliation back then... the anger of a man can even splash blood. No matter how humiliating my identity is, I can't stand the lowliness, and the blood of the Aisin Jueluo family is flowing..."

Listening to the anger and unwillingness of the fifteenth prince, the sixteenth prince lowered his eyelids and couldn't help but blame himself.

I am a person who knows the inside story, so why can't I share the same hatred with my brothers?

The so-called peaceful life is my own luxury, and I am also afraid of being implicated and affecting my future, right?

He never had hoped to show his title in his high position, so he was good at dancing, pretending to be stupid but not crazy, and dealing with all his brothers.

In this way, I am more pitiful and sad than my brother, hateful and shameful...

On the tent of Xingying, Kangxi rubbed his forehead with his hands, and felt a split headache.

Maybe it was the storm of the grassland, or maybe it was worrying about the war in the northwest, which made the elderly emperor feel exhausted.

Judging from the memorials of the Northwest officials, if the situation of the war is not good, even if the ministers seem to have many contradictions.

The court had issued an order to ask the Minister of Personnel Funing to safely handle the Northwest military affairs, but the Governor of Gansu Chuoqi also submitted a request to the Ministry of War for the Hami Guide.

Is Fu Ning and An insufficient moral character and not enough to lead the army, or is Chuoqi relying on the status of a local official, disregarding the laws of the court, and treating war as a joke?

In addition to this, the Right Guard General Fei Yanggu also sought a job as a result of his illness.

Changing generals at the last stage is a taboo in military strategists.

Regardless of whether Fei Yanggu is real or false, he still needs to rely on his early military achievements to intimidate the Taiji tribes of Khalkha.

If the left and right people cannot advance this year, Fei Yanggu will return to the right guard to rest with the general seal. When he advances, he will not be able to get on the horse and fight, and then hand over the seal to others.

Princess Rongxian sat on the little scepter in front of the emperor, holding a hami melon in her hand.

After peeling it, she cut it into several pieces with a silver knife, inserted one of them with a silver fork, and delivered it to Kangxi with both hands, and said, "Emperor Ama, try this, don't know if it's because of the little rain in the northwest this year. This melon is sweeter than previous years."

Kangxi took it and delivered it to his mouth, but it was no better than in previous years.

Although his mouth was sweet, his heart was a little bitter.

Last year, there was a severe drought this spring and summer, and the situation in the northwest was worse than expected.

Although the local governor only mentioned the severe drought in more than a dozen counties, according to other news, Kangxi knew that half of Gansu had lost their harvest.

In addition, this drought has also affected Shaanxi and Sichuan.

By this autumn, I don’t know how many places I will submit a memorial to request relief. But where should I prepare the money and food in the imperial court...

Princess Rongxian saw the old man spots on the back of her father's hand, but her eyes turned red and she whispered: "Emperor, you should take care of yourself too. If we are not allowed to be children, we should worry more."

Among the princes and princesses of the dynasty, the one who regards herself as an ordinary child and Kangxi as her father is just her and the Thirteenth Prince.

When Kangxi heard this, he looked up at his daughter. Seeing that her eyes were clear, she had no ambition and desire, only a strong sense of admiration, and a smile on her face.

In addition to being a king, I am also an old father...

Beijing, Cao Mansion, Lanyuan.

Cao Shuo's filial piety period has not passed, so it is not advisable to hold a banquet, so the Cao family's Mid-Autumn Festival meal was a bit deserted.

According to Li's original intention, he wanted to invite Zhaojia, Dongfu, to come with the children to have a reunion dinner.

Zhao Jia was in a bad mood and sent someone over to Gao Taijun to send some seasonal food, which pushed the reunion dinner.

It has been half a month since Gao Taijun arrived in Beijing. He lived outside the garden with Li, and only returned home before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The old man is old and has a bit stubborn.

While at the other end of the garden, the Qi Fujin heard that his mother-in-law's mother had arrived and wanted to set up a banquet to entertain her.

After cleaning up properly, Gao Taijun found an excuse to avoid it.

Li tried to persuade him twice, but it didn't work. There was no way, so he had to personally push his belly and pass the garden next door to thank him.

Gao Taijun was also angry.

I was not yet visible when I was in Jiangning in my early years. Now when I arrived in the capital, I found that my daughter and son-in-law's house had enough food and clothing.

"It's so satisfying to be a slave? My son-in-law has read the books of sages over the years and is so proud that she has forgotten who his ancestor is, right?" In private, Gao Taijun has said this more than once.

Seeing that Li's mother was like this, he had to explain tactfully.
To be continued...