[Qing Chuan] The daily life of the seven princes

Now Fei Yanggu feels dizzy when he hears his request, and it is such an unreliable request, he waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no... Now, if you want to enter Tibet, you must first go through the Qinghai area ruled by the Heshuo Special Department. Too dangerous."

Yinyou resorted to what he was best at: "I can speak Mongolian very well, and my kung fu is also good. If I can't do it, I will run away. There will be no danger."

Fei Yanggu was a little shaken, but he still refused: "That's not okay, you can't adapt to the environment and climate there, and it's also very dangerous."

Yinyou hurriedly said: "I used to have a certain understanding of the U-Tsang area in ancient books. I know that the plateau environment there is difficult for us people in the plain area to adapt to. But please rest assured, general, since I decided to go, I have made all the preparations. , I will never put myself in a dangerous situation, and I will never let the general embarrass me in front of me, Ama."

The last sentence hits the point. After all, he is the prince. When he arrived in Gansu, Fei Yanggu, the admiral of Gansu, Sun Sike, the general soldier of Gansu, and Yin Huaxing, Yinyou's nominal immediate boss, were all responsible.

However, during the past two months of getting along, Fei Yanggu has also noticed that Brother Qi has an idea, and it is difficult for others to change what he is determined to do.

Even the emperor can't change it, let alone he is just a courtier.

So Fei Yanggu asked him to bring more people to ensure the safety of the journey.

Yinyou just wanted to take advantage of the good weather in summer to go around and do nothing else. Too many people would affect the itinerary.

So, apart from his three haha ​​beads and Zhao Cheng who took care of him personally, he only asked Fei Yanggu for one person: "I don't know if there is anyone in the army who is proficient in Tibetan."

"Of course there are," Fei Yanggu said with a smile, "Yanheng, who has a close relationship with Seventh Brother, is that."

Oh, isn't this a coincidence?Yinyou hugged Yanheng's shoulder: "You can speak Tibetan, why didn't you speak it earlier?"

"You didn't ask."

"Tell me, where did you learn it?"

Yanheng smiled and said: "There used to be a lama who taught scriptures in the city. I occasionally debated scriptures with him, and he taught me."

Yinyou was not surprised at all: "Then you also teach me, I learn very quickly, and it won't take much of your time."

Such immodest words came out of his mouth, but they seemed to be taken for granted.

Yanheng was born in a village at the foot of Songshan Mountain. His father had been serving in the army and his mother had to take care of many children. He was sent to Shaolin Temple to practice martial arts when he was very young.

Later, his father died in Ulan Butong, and he joined the army instead of his father. He was assigned to General Yin Huaxing and has been stationed in Gansu.

In his life, he never thought that he would have the opportunity to make friends with a prince in this life, but in just two months of getting along with each other, they established a deep friendship and got along very well.

He doesn't know why, Yinyou is obviously a little prince, but he never gives people the feeling of being superior, but makes people want to get close to him, and always feels that everything he does is good and everything he says is right.

Yanheng glanced at the hand on his shoulder: "Teach, teach, brother Qi wants to learn, how dare I not teach?"

Yinyou thought that Shun Anyan was going to retreat again this time, and he was ready to agree that the other party would not take him there.After all, the snow-covered plateau is mysterious and dangerous, so it's hard for him to explain what happened when he took his cousin out.

This trip is purely voluntary, those who are willing to follow him will go, and those who are not will stay in the barracks.

But to his surprise, Fu Dun, Cao Yan and Shun Anyan didn't say anything, and simply followed him.

Yinyou patted Shun Anyan's head: "I will definitely praise you in front of your Ama when I go back."

"I'll go out with you, and I can't lose your people."

Hearing this, Yinyou was very satisfied, and pinched his face: "Oh, I've grown up!"

Shun Anyan lowered her head in embarrassment, but couldn't help but secretly raised her head to look at him.

He has grown up, and the people around him, subtly, have grown up with him.

Since he was leaving the customs, he had to arrange an identity for himself. Yinyou thought about it, and there were seven or eight people in his party, plus horses and camels, it looked like a small team.After entering Qinghai, it was within the scope of the rule of the Erut Mongol Heshuote Department.Although their leader Lhazang Khan also surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, it is better to keep a low profile when it comes to other people's territory.

So, they took a small amount of tea and porcelain and pretended to be a caravan.

In fact, the entire Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is vast and sparsely populated. Yinyou and the others traveled all the way. Except for some scattered herdsmen, they hardly met anyone. They saw a lot of clear and clear lakes like jasper. Undulating snow-capped mountains, the scenery is beautiful.

At night, they camped in their tents by the emerald lake.Not far away are scattered herdsmen's yurts.There will be fewer wild animals in places where there are people, and it is relatively safe.

The cool wind of the summer night blows away the traces of summer heat left by the day, but it is a bit cooler.

Yinyou was sitting by the campfire, holding a wooden stick in his hand, idly poking around in the fire.

After a while, Yanheng handed him the wooden stick in his hand, with a fish on the other end of the wooden stick.The fish skin has been grilled to a golden brown and crispy, and the fragrance is tangy.

Yinyou was not too polite, and started to eat after receiving it.It is a very noble and dignified way of eating. Break off the fish with your hands and put it into your mouth bit by bit.

After a while, Zhao Cheng handed him another leg of lamb.As soon as Yinyou looked up, seeing that everyone hadn't eaten, they all insisted on him eating by himself.

Yinyou put his arms on his knees, and smiled sternly: "Eat, eat, after I finish eating, you eat again, then there is nothing to eat."

Yanheng took a look at the whole sheep and some beef they had exchanged from the herdsmen, as well as the fish they caught from the lake.I also remembered that elder brother Qi said that he had never eaten enough, and wondered how much he had to eat to be full.

They were blowing the cool breeze by the lake, eating grilled meat and grilled fish comfortably.

Suddenly, Shun Anyan asked a question: "Didn't it mean that the Heshuo Special Department was wiped out by Galdan more than 20 years ago? Why is there still a Heshuo Special Department here?"

Only Yinyou knows this tortuous and bizarre story and the intricate relationship between the characters, because he had an in-depth understanding of the history of Erut Mongolia and Tibet before the Battle of Chaomodo.

So, everyone sat around the bonfire, eating while listening to Yinyou's storytelling.

This story has to be pushed forward another 30 to [-] years, to Galdan's grandfather Gushri Khan.

When Gushri Khan was young, he resolved a conflict between Mongolia and various tribes of Tibet. He was admired by the Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism and the leaders of the Khalkha Mongolian tribe. They jointly gave him the title of "Great National Teacher", "National Teacher "Once it was pronounced "Gushi" in Mongolian. In the tenth year of Shunzhi, the imperial court gave him the title "Daoxing Wenyi Minhui Gushi Khan".

His elder brother was the leader of Erut Mongolia, and later his elder brother was killed.Gushi Khan led the army at the age of 13 and was quite brave. He was later elected as the successor leader.

Then, the story will come to Tibet.The Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism was founded only a hundred years ago, but its scale has expanded rapidly. Ganden, Drepung, and Sera monasteries have been established successively, gradually forming a huge monastery group, and its influence has spread to the entire Qinghai-Tibet region.

This has drawn dissatisfaction from another faction, the Karma Kagyu Sect.The rulers of various regions in Tibet at that time had extreme hatred for the Gelug Sect and vowed to destroy it.

At the critical juncture of the life and death of the Gelug Sect, after the careful planning of the upper-level monks, they sent their confidantes to detour from Qinghai to Erut Mongolia to ask Gushi Khan to send troops for reinforcements.

Therefore, Gush Khan, who believed in the Gelug Sect, led an expedition to Tibet in the name of the Great Protector.

Before leaving, he gave up the position of leader of the Mongolian Olut to his elder brother's son, Ozier Tuhan, who was the father of Anukodun.

At this point, the story can be regarded as a continuation of the previous one. Gush Khan was Galdan’s grandfather, and it was the fourth Dalai Lama and the fifth Dalai Lama who asked Gush Khan to send troops to reinforce Tibet.

Gushi Khan was a very strategic politician and military strategist.He did not send troops rashly, but disguised himself as a pilgrim to go to Tibet to pay homage. Along the way, he also persuaded another Mongolian tribe who led troops to reinforce Zangbahan, and directly persuaded them to go back to their hometown and not to go to this troubled water again. .

Then Gushi Khan led the Heshuo Special Department to sweep Qinghai, and then entered Tibet.First destroy Tuhan, then Baili Tusi Dunyue Dorji, and then march into Tibet to destroy Tixizangba Khan.In just one year, he ruled the entire Qingchen plateau.

In the end, Yinyou made a conclusion: "Gush Khan, as the king of the Yellow Sect (Gelug Sect), became the supreme ruler of the entire Tibetan area-Khan, and formed a combination of the Mongolian Khan and the Gelug Sect. The situation where the leaders jointly ruled the Tibetan area." 【Baidu Encyclopedia】

Hearing this, even Yanheng, a monk who is no longer a monk, couldn't help singing the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Yinyou put his arm casually on his shoulder: "How about it, did you subvert your three views, Master, the power struggle of monks forming cliques is more cruel and ruthless than us lay people."

Master Yanheng gave him a complicated look, then bowed his head and sang the Buddha's name.

"Hahahahahaha!" Yinyou felt the joy of bullying honest people, and couldn't help it, so he laughed twice.By the empty and quiet lake, the laughter sounded particularly arrogant.

At this time, Cao Yan asked: "Is the Gushri Khan still ruling Tibet now?"

"Where can it be?" Yinyou talked patronizingly, his stomach was not full, he broke another piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it slowly, and said, "He passed away 40 years ago, and the person in power now is His grandson the Dalai Khan."

Cao Yan sighed: "As long as the regime is stable, it is fine for the common people not to suffer."

"How can it be stable?" Yinyou threw the fish bones aside and took another lamb chop, "If it was stable, Sangye Gyatso would be able to hide such an important matter as the fifth Dalai Lama's death from me, Ama. several years?"

"When you see a leaf falling, you know the end of the year. Lobsang Gyatso asked Gushri Khan for help decades ago, which is tantamount to leading a wolf into the house. The Gelug faction just wants the Heshuo special department to help them seize power. Who knows, the Mongolian soldiers have been stationed for a long time So, don't go."

"Gush Khan is still alive, and they can still maintain a superficial balance. Unfortunately, he has been dead for 50 years. As time goes by, the conflict between the Gelug Sect and the Heshuo Special Department has become increasingly acute, and there will always be an outbreak. "

In one sentence, he defined the relationship between the military and the government.

After eating and drinking enough, the story was finished, it was getting late, and it was time to go into the tent and sleep.

Yinyou didn't feel sleepy, and lay on his back on the grass to count the stars.Thinking about going all the way, it would be even better if I could bring a Western missionary with me and use their instruments to measure the terrain along the way.

He turned over, but don't worry, after all, there is still a chance in the future.

"Master, master!" Zhao Cheng's face blocked the starry sky above his head, "It's cold outside, go back to sleep in the tent."

When Zhao Cheng first followed him, he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but now he is approaching his age.

His loyalty to Yinyou has revolved around him in fear and sincerity at the beginning, and now it is like his shadow, with no sense of existence, but he takes care of his life in every possible way.

Yinyou got up, his robe was stained with grass moisture, Zhao Cheng hurriedly helped him take it off, ready to take it to the fire outside to dry him.

Yinyou got into the quilt, and patted the felt next to him: "Don't worry about the clothes, you should go to bed quickly."

They traveled in the direction of the King of Tibet, and the altitude was getting higher and higher.In order to allow everyone to adapt to the plateau environment, Yinyou slowed down more and more.

One day, they came to a place where the herdsmen were grazing intensively. Yinyou was asking the herdsmen for directions while begging for water.

At this time, there was a sound of rumbling horseshoes in the distance. Looking from a distance, a group of Mongolian cavalry was running towards them.

Yinyou didn't want to be troublesome, so he was about to leave, but the other party seemed to see them and walked over here.

When Yinyou approached, he saw that the leading man couldn't tell his age, mainly because the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau had plenty of sunshine, everyone looked dark and rough, and there were two clusters of plateau red, the naked eye could not tell the age at all.

But what Yinyou paid attention to was not the person's appearance or clothes, but the saber on the person's waist.The scabbard has hollow carvings and iron gold and silver craftsmanship, and is inlaid with treasures such as jade and agate.In the sun, you can't wait to blind people's eyes from tens of feet away.

The man got off his horse, and the nearby herdsmen all knelt down for him.When they knelt down, it seemed that Yinyou and his group who were standing aside were particularly abrupt.

Then, the man's eyes cast over.

Someone next to them stepped forward, glared at them, and asked in Mongolian, "Why don't you kneel?"

Yinyou held his Seven Star Sword and pretended not to understand.Xin said: "If the emperor wasn't my own father, I wouldn't kneel down to him. What kind of biscuit are you, you deserve to let me kneel down?"

Yinyou didn't move, neither did the people around him.That team of Mongolian iron cavalry just stared at them, so the two sides became inexplicably deadlocked.

The atmosphere was really strange, the Mongolian cavalry touched the sabers around their waists one after another, and Yanheng stood in front of Yinyou calmly.

Yinyou doesn't even know who the other party is, so why is he about to be on edge all of a sudden?

After a while, the leader waved his hand and said in Mongolian: "Forget it, they seem to come from the Central Plains, so don't kneel if you don't kneel."

Yinyou looked him up and down again, and felt that this person was not bad, although he seemed superior, he was not overbearing.

At this time, Fu Dun said in Mongolian: "Yes, we are businessmen from the Central Plains. My son believes in Buddhism and is going to Lhasa to worship and do some small business along the way."

The man seemed to be interested when he heard it, and asked them: "What goods did you bring, let me have a look."

Fullerton took some tea sets and tea leaves out of the carriage: "Many things have been changed on the road, and now this is all that's left."

The other party is also very knowledgeable, and he can tell at a glance that they are ordinary things that cannot be caught in his eyes.So, he took his gaze back and put it on Yinyou's body.

He looked at Yinyou, and Yinyou was also looking at him.The two people just looked at each other like that, and in the end it was the man who spoke first: "Your sword, let's make a price."

"!!!"

Several people around were stunned, and the moment he opened his mouth, he wanted the sword in Yinyou's hand!

What made them even more surprised was that when Yinyou heard this, he was not angry, but nodded and said, "Yes, but..."

Who would have thought that he would agree so simply, even the person who asked for his sword was stunned.

"You can do anything, you can't!" The little sword spirit broke down and shouted in Yinyou's ear, "What are you thinking, the Seven Star Sword is your magic weapon, how can you just give it to someone?"

Yinyou told him to shut up, and threw him and the Seven Star Sword into the lake to feed the fish if he kept making noise.

The man said again: "If you have any conditions or want something, just say it."

Yinyou tapped the long knife on his waist with his chin: "I want that knife."

He said this in Mongolian, so the group of Mongolian cavalry on the opposite side and the surrounding herdsmen could hear clearly.

So, these people looked at Yinyou in unanimous agreement, all of them showed a look of fear in their eyes.

The herdsman who brought them buttered tea just now was still kneeling on the ground, and gently tugged at the hem of Yinyou's clothes. He didn't know whether to ask him to take back what he just said, or to kneel down and confess his guilt.

Yinyou glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but didn't say anything, his eyes fell back on the knife on the man's waist, and asked, "How about it, do you want to change it?"

The man walked a few steps closer and looked at him: "Do you want this knife?"

In fact, he didn't want to, Yinyou looked at him noncommittally: "You want my sword, I'll let you exchange it with a sword, it's a fair trade."

"Bold!" The Mongolian guard next to the man pointed a knife at Yinyou, but was pressed down by his master.

The man asked, "Do you know what this knife represents?"

Yinyou didn't know the knife, but it was not difficult to guess from his observation of the people around him: "This knife represents your identity. Maybe these herdsmen don't recognize you, but they must recognize this long knife. In other words, you're their chief, the son of Ian Khan, only I don't know which of his sons you are."

The son of King Khan can enter Lhasa only when he inherits the throne of Khan. At other times, he is scattered in his own nomadic areas in Qinghai and Tibet as Taiji.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Yinyou twice more. The young man in his teens showed courage beyond his age, but he was just an ordinary businessman in Zhongyuan.

"I can't give you the knife, let's talk about other requirements."

Yinyou's eyes drifted lazily to the snow-capped mountains in the sky: "I'm not interested in anything else."

But the man said lightly: "Either, leave the sword and you go. Or, leave your life with you."

"Bold!" The same line, this time replaced by Shun Anyan's mouth, "You are Ming Qiang, do you still have Wang Fa, you know..."

He wanted to reveal Yinyou's identity out of excitement, but was stopped by Cao Yan at the side.

"Wang Fa?" The man laughed arrogantly, "I am Wang Fa in this place."

This is the same rhetoric as the gangsters who do evil in the streets and alleys, which is not new.But gangsters are bluffing, and this group of people in front of them is not.

Yinyou patted Fudun and Yanheng standing in front of him, and walked out slowly: "If you want my life, it depends on whether you have the ability?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party suddenly drew a knife and stabbed straight at him.Yinyou dodged sideways, the blade turned around immediately, and then stabbed at the other side of him. Repeated this several times, Yinyou dodged with dexterous movements and did not draw his sword.

The two of them fought on the grassland like this.

The man said he was a Mongolian, but he was actually born in Qinghai and grew up in the Qinghai-Tibet region since he was a child. He looked more like a Tibetan.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought back and forth several times.Yinyou dodged left and right, but never drew his sword.

There was a smile on the corner of the man's mouth: "If you don't make a move, I'm afraid there will be no chance."

"how do I say this?"

"This is a plateau area. You Central Plains people can't adapt to the climate here. You won't last long in such a fierce fight. If you don't stop in time, you will die early."

Yinyou was taken aback, and asked, "I'm just playing with you, do you think this fight is intense?"

"Tough mouth!"

The man's saber is not just a simple ornament, it is indeed a precious sword that cuts iron like mud.The head of the Ruyi Yuntou knife is long and straight, the blade is open on one side, and the tip of the knife is arc-shaped with a clear cutting edge.Under the sunlight, it shows a wavy pattern like silver flowing water. During the forging process, some rare metals are often added, mixed with animal fat and blood, and quenched and forged together. It is extremely tough and extremely sharp. 【Tibetan Chieftain Saber】

However, although his knife is sharp, it can't hurt Yinyou at all.He drew the knife very fast, and Yinyou's figure was even faster, moving from left to right, and he was able to free up a hand to pat him on the shoulder.

Yinyou found that whether they were Mongolians or Mongolians who had been Tibetanized, their fights all had one characteristic, that is, they were more than fierce, but not spiritual.Carrying a knife and gun and going straight up, there is no routine, the competition is who is more desperate.

However, this person is right about one thing, their bodies are indeed not able to adapt to the climate of the plateau area.Soon, Yinyou felt that his breath was a little disordered.

So, he decided to call it a day.

"Alright!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man only heard a "choke", first there was the sound of a servant attacking, and then something fell to the ground.

Everyone was astonished to find that the saber symbolizing the noble status of the son of King Khan had been cut in two, and no one could see clearly when Yinyou drew the sword, when he made a move, and when he withdrew the sword .

"..."

So, this time, they realized that due to the disparity in strength between the two sides, the leader of the Heshuote Mongolian tribe could not hold on for a while under Yinyou's hands, but he went through several tricks with him.

After getting over his hand addiction, Yinyou discovered a serious problem. He didn't give the Mongolian prince face so much, and after a while he became angry and arrested them all, but what to do.

He frowned: "I didn't do it on purpose, do you believe it?"

"If not, I'll pay you the sword."

"..."

But the man suddenly put aside the broken knife in his hand, clasped his fists to Yinyou and said, "What we Mongolians admire most is the brave Batulu, and invite some friends from Zhongyuan to stay at the house for a few days. It’s no doubt that I can learn from this Baturu.”

This attitude changed too quickly, and Yinyou couldn't adapt to it for a while: "Big...you don't have to."