On the way to Beijing, the envoys from Tsarist Russia could hear the deeds of the Eighth Prince every time they passed by a city. ... All kinds of beautiful words are attached to the eighth prince. The Russian envoys heard all kinds of praises for the eighth prince along the way.
"Honorable Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, our warriors have heard all the way that the Eighth Prince is both excellent in both civil and martial arts. They want to compete with the Eighth Prince in riding skills. I hope His Majesty will allow it." The high-nosed, blue-eyed messenger put one hand on his chest and walked Li, looking directly at the emperor provocatively.
Kangxi glanced at the eighth elder brother, his eyes were sharp, and his heart burst into flames. He was almost mad at this stupid son. He dared to spread the word about his riding skills and be known by others. Is it called a fighting race? Competing with them in martial arts, riding skills, waiting to be slapped in the face? Really pissed him off!
The eighth prince looked at the emperor in horror, expressing with his eyes: "He didn't, he didn't know about it." Seeing the expression of the eighth prince, the emperor knew that it was probably his son who was dealing with Lao Ba again. frowned.
"The envoy from Tsarist Russia misunderstood, how can Yinhu have such a great ability, if you want to find someone to compete with, I can send some good riders to accompany you."
The tall Tsarist shook his head: "No need, Your Majesty, we have heard a lot about the Eighth Prince's deeds along the way, and think that the Eighth Prince is very good. Our warriors also want to compete with the Eighth Prince. I hope His Majesty will not refuse."
What can the emperor do? Of course, he can only agree. He has scolded the person who caused this incident countless times in his heart, but the emperor still has a glimmer of expectation for the eighth prince. If he wins, then he will never win again Belittled by Tsarist Russia.
Kangxi has always been worried about the land that was ceded to Tsarist Russia a few years ago. It is hundreds of thousands of land. How could he not be heartbroken? It's true, he now only hopes that Yinhu will win and not lose face to Daqing.
The eldest prince, King Zhijun, took a step forward: "Huang Ama, my son is also willing to compete with the warriors of Tsarist Russia."
The prince smiled slightly, and drank a glass of wine with great dignity. As a prince of a country, he would not surrender his status to compete with others.
The third prince had the heart to die for Huang Ama, but he knew that he was not good at riding and shooting, so he obediently shrank in his seat without saying a word.
The fourth prince frowned slightly, put on the same expression as the emperor, and said in a serious tone: "My son is also willing to share the worries for Huang Ama."
The fifth and seventh princes quietly acted as wallpaper.
The eighth prince's expression had calmed down at this moment, and he also accepted the fact that the competition was necessary, and stood up: "Since the envoys of Tsarist Russia are going to compete, then the prince should sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman."
The Ninth Prince stood up: "Brother, don't worry, I'm still here."
The tenth prince: "Huang Ama, my son doesn't have great skills, but he has a lot of strength. He also wants to compete with the envoys of Tsarist Russia."
The emperor was originally worried about what to do if the eighth son lost, but now seeing how bloody his sons are, there was a rare smile on the corner of his mouth, and he turned to the Russian envoy: "The competition will be set for tomorrow, at the hunting ground in the southern suburbs, At that time, my sons will have to ask for advice."
(end of this chapter)