The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

Every time we meet with Mongolia, the most classic program is the Buku competition.

This year, the Qing Dynasty brought many officials and their families, especially military generals, and also brought many capable fighters. Mongolia was not to be outdone.

The two sides were evenly matched and the atmosphere reached a climax again and again.

The competition was halfway through, and the most powerful one was the little prince of the Mongolian Durbet tribe, named Asida.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he was as strong as a calf, with a bronze upper body full of muscles. He was no less powerful than Amur of the Aokhan tribe back then.

His most outstanding feature is his great strength. Often, he would knock down an opponent with one punch before he could last more than three rounds. Others did not dare to underestimate his strength because he was very powerful in his punches.

Hutuli was watching with great interest, clapping and cheering, and even pulled Wanji aside to comment: "Look at this Asida, he is really good at what he does. His hands are covered with calluses, and you can tell he is very powerful."

Wanji is diligent in playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has some knowledge of riding and archery, but she has not made any achievements in martial arts. She can only follow Hutu's techniques. Whichever one she says is the best, that's the best.

"But just relying on brute force won't work. If there's someone who's equally matched with him and knows how to use subtle force, he can be knocked down in one go." Hutuli felt that he wasn't that powerful. If he practiced for another two or three years, he would be able to fight against him.

The Mongolian girl who was watching the fun was a little indignant when she heard this: "Hey! Who are you? My brother is the most powerful! The most powerful in the entire grassland!"

Her voice was clear and high-pitched, with a unique Mongolian accent. Her skin was a healthy wheat color, and her big eyes flickered with a look of unwillingness.

Hutuli turned her head and looked at her. This little Mongolian princess seemed to be two or three years younger than herself. She had a horse whip and a sword on her waist, looking very majestic.

"I am Hutuli, the second daughter of the fourth prince of the Qing Dynasty. I am right. Your brother is powerful, but not the most powerful."

"You are talking nonsense! You Qing Dynasty is the best at boasting. Even the biggest boast of our Mongolian grasslands is about to be blown away by you!"

The little girl was aggressive and looked fierce, as if she couldn't stand anyone saying bad things about her brother.

Hong Zhao was also a fierce protector of his sister. Hearing the noise, he quickly came over to defend Hutuli: "My sister is right! Your brother only knows brute force and has no skills. My brother can kick him down in one go!"

Hongyan???

When the little princess saw Hong Zhao, she was even more disdainful: "Another one talking nonsense. What's your name?"

"My name is Hong Zhao. What's your name?" Hong Zhao put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, refusing to be at a disadvantage.

"Hong Zhao, okay, I'll remember you, you boastful boy. My name is Nari Tai."

Hong Zhao hated to hear people say he was bragging, so he pulled Hong Yan to the stage: "Brother! Let's go! Let's teach this ignorant girl a lesson! She is really a tiger that doesn't show its might, and she treats me like a sick cat!"

Hongyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but for the sake of his sister and brother, he still went on stage.

When the prince came on stage, the scene suddenly became lively.

Hearing the noise from below, Kangxi, who was a little dazed at first, asked, "Who is coming on stage? Such a big scene?"

Liang Jiugong bent down and replied with a smile: "Your Highness, it's the Third Prince of the Fourth Prince's Mansion."

"Ah, it's that kid Hongyan! He's very good at studying, how come he can also play Buku? Why didn't Hongzhao go?"

Kangxi still had some impression of these two grandsons. Hongyan was intelligent, and among all the grandsons in the study, he was the best student.

Hongzhao was a very strong guy. Kangxi still remembered that he had knocked Hongqing down with one kick last time.

Before they could say anything more, Hongyan started wrestling with Asida.

Hong Zhao was cheering for his brother from below, and proudly showed off to Na Ri Tai: "Just wait! See how my brother will deal with your brother!"

Naritai was so angry with him: "You are bragging again! My brother defeated him in one go! Brother! Qirimai! Qirimai! (Come on)"

Hong Zhao's competitive spirit was also aroused by her, and his voice was even louder than hers: "Brother! Come on! Come on! Beat him! Beat him!"

The two people on the stage are competing, and the two people below the stage are also competing.

Hutuli pulled Wanji to watch the fun and gave her some fruit to eat.

Wanji's heart ached. The two men were fighting so hard that it was hard to tell who had the upper hand. "Hutuli, who do you think will win?"

Hutuli looked at it with interest for a while: "It must be Hongyan, don't worry!"

"Ah? Are you so sure?"

"Of course!" Hutuli became interested and explained to her, "Look, although this Ashida has temporarily imprisoned Hongyan, the space left is very large, and the back is empty. As long as Hongyan breaks out from the lower left road and hits him, this Ashida will be in trouble immediately."

Before Hutuli finished speaking, Hongyan knocked Ashida to the ground.

Hong Zhao laughed and clapped, "Brother, you are awesome!"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but brag to Naritai: "So what? I told you, my brother is better than your brother!"

Naritai's pretty face flushed immediately. She couldn't believe that the most powerful brother in their Durbert tribe would actually lose. And this boy who looked about the same age as her was so asking for a beating!

She was so angry that her teeth itched and she clenched her fists: "Hey! What's the point of your brother being so powerful! If you have the guts, come compete with me!"

Hong Zhao was really amused by her: "Just you? I never hit a woman."

Feeling looked down upon, Nari-tae stamped her feet, ran forward, and pulled Hong-soo toward the stage: "You look down on women, don't you?"

Hong Zhao quickly clarified: "I don't look down on you!"

Really, no matter who he looked down on, he would never look down on a woman! After all, his sister could beat both of them!

Na Ritai was still unconvinced and shouted that she wanted to fight with Hong Zhao.

In the end, it was Ashida who stepped in and took the noisy sister away.

Before leaving, Na Ritai was still shouting, "Hong Zhao! Hong Zhao! Wait for me! I must have a fight with you!"

Hong Zhao stuck out his tongue and made a face: "Lululu, lululu, mad at the youngest, mad at the youngest."

Hongyan defeated Asida, the most outstanding Mongolian player. The atmosphere on the field reached its peak. Kangxi was very happy. He asked someone to bring out the sword he carried with him and gave it to Hongyan on the spot, asking him to practice martial arts diligently in the future.

The Third Prince on the side smiled wryly: "Congratulations, Fourth Brother. I didn't expect that Hongyan's Kung Fu is so good."