"Of course I am a filial son. I all listen to my brother!"
When Zhu Cihuan heard what his brother said, of course he wanted to be a filial son! Who doesn’t know that Zhu Cixi is one of the Twenty-Five Filial Piety of the Ming Dynasty and values filial piety the most?
However, Chongzhen frowned - my father, the emperor, is still alive, why do you, a filial son, listen to the emperor's brother? Shouldn't a filial son listen to his father? Now that my father is gone, my eldest brother is like my father! You are now an eldest brother and a father, you are being unfilial!
Zhu Cixiang was quite satisfied, "Well, he is indeed a filial son! Father, you see that the fifth child is very filial. Will you send him to Tibet?"
Emperor Chongzhen had no choice but to smile bitterly and nod: "Ci Huan is indeed filial. My father will send you on a trip... But my father is short of money and has no money to make tea. What should I do?"
Zhu Cixiang smiled and said: "I will give you the money for making tea. I still have some savings, so I will give you 50,000 taels of silver first!"
"Brother Imperial, you don't need that much." Zhu Cijiong reminded, "Ten thousand taels is enough. Fifty thousand taels is more than enough."
"Not much, not much," Zhu Cixiang waved his hand, "Our father has a lot of money, and sincerely worships the Buddha. He is also planning to build a hundred lamasery temples on the grassland, and also build a splendid temple in Beijing at a cost of 500,000 taels. The main temple wants to invite an enlightened Hutuktu to come and stay here. So I will first donate 50,000 taels of silver tea money to show my appreciation. If you get what you want, more tea money will be given."
These will cost one million taels, right? Who will pay for this money? Don't look back and pick my pocket, right? Chongzhen said in his heart: Even if the imperial court spends money, it is not appropriate! This is all people’s wealth and people’s anointing! How can it be spent like this? How outrageous!
Before Chongzhen opened his mouth to dissuade him, Zhu Cijiong shook his head and said, "It's not easy, it's not easy. Brother Huang must want to invite the Holy Dharma King to come to Beijing, right? But the Holy Dharma King in this life is the son of Tushe Tuhan Gonbu , I’m afraid it’s not something you can get by spending a little money.”
The holy Dharma King is Jebden Zumba. It is said that he was the reincarnation of a certain eminent monk who was one of the five hundred monks in front of Sakyamuni. After reincarnating fifteen times, this eminent monk became the eminent monk Dora of the Tibetan Jonang sect. Then him. Taronatha once preached the Dharma in Khalkha Mongolia for twenty years, and was believed by the princes and herdsmen of various tribes in Khalkha. He was called Jebden Zumba, that is, a distinguished saint or a distinguished Dharma king.
This eminent monk passed away in the seventh year of Chongzhen, and was found reincarnated in the eighth year of Chongzhen as Zanabazar, the son of Tushetu Khan Gonbu Dorji. This Zanabazar returned to Tibet with the fifth great lama who went to Beijing to recite sutras for Dorgon a few years ago, and became his disciple. He is still learning to recite sutras in Tibet.
Zhu Cixiang smiled and said: "Three brothers, what you said is wrong. My father is sincere to the Buddha and wants to invite the holy Dharma King to come to Beijing to teach the Dharma. If you are sincere, the gold and stone will be opened. So the Dharma King will definitely come to Beijing! Father! , Are you sincere?"
Damn it! Chongzhen thought: My father, the emperor, doesn’t believe in lamas!
Seeing that Chongzhen was silent, Zhu Cixiang nodded and said to Zhu Cihuan: "Fifth brother, you must also be sincere. You must let the Grand Lama and the Dharma King Gu Shihan see your father's sincerity."
Zhu Cihuan nodded repeatedly and said, "Brother Emperor said it is true." He thought for a while, "Brother, I will find a monk to be tonsured later. Is this sincerity?"
"No!" Zhu Cixiang frowned, "How can you be ordained? How can you show sincerity even if you are ordained?"
"Yes!" Zhu Cijiong said, "Fifth brother, you haven't even married a wife, how can you become a monk? If you are really sincere, you should marry your wife first!"
What's the meaning?
Zhu Cihuan and Emperor Chongzhen were both confused.
"The third brother still knows what sincerity is!" Zhu Cixiang nodded, "I will ask Nang Nang Dafujin to make arrangements for the fifth brother to marry a princess from Chahar."
Chahar is the Mongolian orthodoxy no matter what, while Heshuote is just a leftover from the Horqin tribe. He defected to Mongolia after being unable to survive in Eastern Mongolia. After arriving in Oara, he developed under the banner of the Golden Family, and later Taking advantage of the chaos in Eastern Mongolia, they gathered many herdsmen who migrated westward, and Gushi Khan's grandfather's generation finally became the leader of the Oara alliance. However, Gu Shihan's generation had to go south to Qinghai and Tibet to develop due to the rise of the Jungar tribe again. With Gu Shihan's status, of course he couldn't help but give Chahar orthodox face.
"Brother Emperor," Zhu Cijiong shook his head again, "I'm afraid just marrying a princess from Chahar is not sincere enough!"
"That's right," Zhu Cixiang thought for a while, "I will let Shang Kexi and Kong Tingxun lead 12,000 elite infantry and cavalry troops to escort the fifth brother to the plateau, and then I will order Wu Sangui to dispatch 3,000 musketeers and cavalry to station at the Qinghai Lake! With such sincerity, it should be possible Have you impressed Gu Shihan and the great lama?"
The armies of Shang Kexi and Kong Tingxun were stationed outside Beijing. The total number was 12,000, including 2,000 cavalry and 10,000 infantry.
In the past two years, Wu Sangui and the Zhungeer tribe have joined forces to fight against the Yeerqiang Khanate, and the war has come to an end. Wu Sangui's army has recovered Hamiwei and Xizhou's old territory, and the rest of the Yeerqiang Khanate's territory has been captured by the Zhunge tribe. It needs to be explained that this war has nothing to do with the natives of the Western Regions, but only Wu Sangui and Zhunge. The feudal war for hegemony between your tribe and the descendants of Chagatai Khan who invaded from Central Asia.
"That's enough, that's enough." Zhu Cijiong smiled and said, "Gu Shihan and the Great Lama are both reasonable people. Seeing how sincere we are, they will definitely let His Holiness the Dharma King come to Beijing to recite sutras for our father."
He looked at Chongzhen with a smile, "Father, your long-cherished wish can finally come true!"
Chongzhen seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Your Majesty, you can think of using the Yellow Sect to control the grassland. It is indeed better than your father. However, so many generations of emperors in my dynasty, including Taizu Emperor Gao, have not been able to pacify the grassland once and for all. Neither can you." I hope that a few great lamas of the Yellow Sect can make all the Mongolians on the grassland put down their butcher knives!"
"What my father said is absolutely true." Zhu Cixiang rarely agreed with Chongzhen's opinion and exhaled, "The grassland is so vast, how can there be any once and for all solution? I don't dare to have such extravagant hopes. The governance of this grassland requires perseverance. With its long-term power, perhaps even after decades of effort, I can only transform part of the grassland from barbarian to summer!"
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While Zhu Cixiang was busy sending his good brother Zhu Cihuan to the plateau to make tea to invite the Dharma King, Guan Aobai and de Velasco were interviewing Rakshasa people in Busan.
The first person who was led into the lobby of the Anton Army Navy Yamen by Obai's brother Guan Muma (Mulima) were dozens of people with fair skin, light blue eyes, slightly curly hair, prominent eyebrows, special beards and beautiful eyebrows. Thick "dwarf beard". Looking at them, they looked a bit like "Maozi", but Obai always felt something was wrong when he looked at them.
Oboi asked: "Mulima, where did these Rakshasa people come from? They don't look right!"
"Brother, they are all Ainu people from Sakhalin Island," Guan Muma said. "After we defeated the Japanese on Sakhalin Island last time, we set up a Sakhalin Kaladang on the island. The Jing Yamen registered all the strong men on the island and asked them to serve in turns. These people were all sent to the Pacific Navy to be sailors. Didn't you say you wanted to find some Westerners to play the role of Rakshasa? I just thought of it. They are dead, is it okay to watch?"
Obai glanced at De Velasco, "Old De, do you still look like them?"
De Velasco looked at it for a while, "It looks okay. The color of the hair is not quite right, but it can be dyed...but can they speak Rakshasa?"
Guan Muma shook his head and said: "Of course I can't say anything, but I can make them pretend to be dumb."
De Velasco turned back to Obei and said, "Admiral, time is running out now. If we want to gather more people to strengthen our momentum, we can only use them."
Obai thought for a moment and nodded: "That's all we have to do...Old man, how are the preparations for the muskets? Have they all been engraved with Rakshasa characters? We can't just engrave some Chinese characters like in the past to fool people." People!"
