The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

Yinzhen was very proud when he saw his son beat Buku, and he was not angry when he heard his third brother's sarcastic remarks.

"You can get Hongqing to practice martial arts more, Third Brother."

As soon as these words were spoken, Fourteen was the first one who couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The Third Prince was a little embarrassed. What was going on? Although Hongqing was not as good at martial arts as Hongzhao and Hongyan, he shouldn't be teased by his uncle, Fourteen. So he glared at Fourteen unexpectedly: "Fourteen, what do you mean by this?"

Fourteen finished laughing and immediately drank a glass of wine: "It's nothing, Third Brother, my throat is just itchy, and it will go away if I laugh."

The Third Prince regretted asking this question. He had known for a long time that the Fourteenth Prince was a reckless person who always said such shameless words.

The Fifth Prince on the side was concentrating on watching the game and eating mutton.

The Eighth Prince had a puzzled look on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking. When he saw that Hong Yan won, he also thought about giving something to his nephew.

Thirteen and Fourteen sat together and chatted. As for the Crown Prince, he did not show up, saying that he was tired from traveling and felt unwell.

However, whether the prince is really unwell, only he himself knows, or rather, only the emperor knows.

Thirteen really didn't understand why the emperor, who had already despised the prince, wanted to bring him with him this time. Moreover, he did not allow the prince to show up during the meeting with the Mongolian tribes.

Instead of this, wouldn't it be better to keep the prince in Beijing?

He was a little confused, and looking at the emperor sitting high on the dragon throne, a sense of fear arose in his heart.

He felt that he and his brothers were all pawns, pawns of the master of the world.

What power do they have?

It was only because he was the son of the emperor that he had a higher status than others. But didn't the Han people have a saying? If the king wants his subjects to die, they must die.

Thinking of this, an idea suddenly flashed through Thirteen's mind. Maybe the emperor kept the prince by his side just to be on guard against him.

This thought made his hair stand on end and cold sweat ran down his body. Was the emperor really so afraid of the prince? No matter where he went, he had to take him with him.

Is there really any chance for reconciliation between this father and son?

He didn't know, he just looked at the clinking of glasses in front of him, his mind a little dazed.

Emperor, what kind of heir does he want? What kind of person would satisfy him?

No one knew what Thirteen was thinking. The atmosphere on the field became lively again.

Hongyan stepped down after the battle with Ashida, and people from Mongolia came out to make trouble again.

The person who came to the stage this time was Chen Zhihuai.

It can be said that he is completely different from other Mongolian teenagers.

Everyone who came thought that he was a weak scholar. Although he had an outstanding temperament and was extremely brilliant, he was still a weakling no matter how you looked at him.

Who would have thought that this weakling would be so extraordinary from the first move he made, knocking down more than ten people without losing any strength.

This made Mongolia scratch its head. Has the Qing Dynasty been hiding its strength all along? Why did such a powerful person appear this year?

Watching Chen Zhihuai go on stage, Hutuli widened his eyes and stared at his moves.

She really admired this man, how could he learn so smoothly? Every move was so pleasing to the eye, even Buku's wild fighting did not affect his beauty at all.

Being strong and skilled in martial arts are not his advantages, but looking at him gives you a sense of ease and freedom, as if success or failure can be decided with just a wave of his hand.

This is what Hutuli wanted to learn. She also wanted to be able to perform the moves very freely. How cool it would look! And she could pretend to be cool! She was like the kind of sage in her mother's storybook.

The biggest winners of the Buku tonight were none other than Hong Yan and Chen Zhihuai, who received generous rewards from Emperor Kangxi and became the center of attention.

Changning and Wanhe were eating mutton while playing with Hongmin and Hongchen. When they heard the news from the front, Hongchen clapped his hands with a smile: "Brother! Great! Brother is the best!"

Wan He was also very envious: "Yes! Hong Yan is really amazing! I heard from Hong Chun that he was the fastest and best learner in the upper study room, and now his martial arts skills are so powerful, he is really a rare talent."

Chang Ning was also very happy: "It's all because of my father's good teaching. This time he and my mother came together, I was thinking about meeting them tomorrow."

Wan He nodded: "That's great, it's great to see my family. I haven't seen my parents for two or three years."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help feeling sad, and Changning hurried to comfort her.

Wanhe saw that it was not appropriate to stay any longer, so she hurriedly said goodbye, and before leaving she said that she would bring her daughter to play with her next time.

After Wanhe left, Yinzhen came back with the children after a while.

A group of people came in, all with smiles on their faces.

Changning had just finished eating mutton, and Baizhu prepared a bowl of moistening heart soup for her to relieve the dryness of the mutton. She was drinking it when she saw them coming back happily, so she asked someone to serve them a bowl of soup as well.

"You must have eaten a lot of meat today. Come drink this soup. It's sweet and refreshing."

Yinzhen took the lead and drank a bowl, and several children also drank it.

Hong Zhao couldn't wait to share with Chang Ning: "Mother, today my brother is Baturu!"

Chang Ning also gave Hong Yan a thumbs up: "Mother heard that our Hong Yan defeated the little prince of the Durbert tribe today, which really brought honor to our Qing Dynasty."

Hong Yan felt a little embarrassed to be praised by his brother and mother. He scratched his head and said, "Mother, my son is not that great. I can see his flaws."

Hutuli stopped insulting his brother: "That's not true! Although I can see it, I don't have enough strength. I need to practice for at least two or three years before I can beat him! You are still better!"

Hongmin and Hongchen also circled around Hongyan, chirping and shouting: "Baturu! Baturu!"

After Hongyang had finished his feeding, he was also brought over. His big grape-like eyes rolled around. Seeing so many people, he was very happy and waved his little hands: "Ahhh!"

Yinzhen smiled and took Hongyang from the wet nurse's arms. He was delighted to see that Hongyang was very brave and was not afraid of the noisy sounds of the competition outside.

"You are all Ama's good children."

Hearing Yinzhen's sincere praise, the children all laughed.

Hong Zhao also danced and taught his mother how his brother defeated Ashida, and also mentioned Naritai.

"That little princess is so arrogant! She keeps wanting to compete with my son! My son, look at her thin arms and legs, I'm afraid she'll break them in just two rounds."

Changning expressed her understanding: "Mongolian princesses are bound to have hot tempers. Do you remember Qing'e Niang? She was very good at whipping people. Don't underestimate her."