In the spring twilight, a mysterious mist hangs over the Bahraini grasslands.
The group marched slowly, and the man in the lead was wearing a blue robe, looking ordinary, but hiding the secret of his identity - he was the Qing Emperor Kangxi.
In order to understand the people's feelings, he decided to conduct a private interview with Weifu, and this trip was destined to be full of suspense and surprises.
As the sun set, Kangxi and his entourage were hungry and stumbled upon a Mongolian camp.
With the owner's permission, they walked into an ordinary yurt and prepared to rest and fill their stomachs.
However, this simple meal will set off a series of unexpected events.
On a spring day, during the Kangxi reign of the Qing Dynasty, the sun gently shone on the vast Bahrain grassland, and the vibrant scene was in full view. On this beautiful day, Emperor Kangxi decided to embark on a private visit to Weifu.
His goal is to go deep into the people, understand the life of the people, and feel the grassland customs.
Emperor Kangxi took off his dragon robe, put on an ordinary blue cloth robe, put on a hat, hung a small gourd around his waist, and stepped on cloth shoes, looking no different from an ordinary businessman.
His attendants also changed into men's attire, each in simple coarse cloth coats, wearing cloth hats, and smearing some dust on their faces, completely concealing their identities.
The group began their journey.
The emperor rode a donkey, which was not as powerful as a horse, but steady and reliable.
The emperor sat on a donkey and enjoyed the scenery of the steppe.
The attendants rode or walked, keeping their distance and avoiding attention.
As they passed through the small village, they saw villagers working and children playing. The emperor smiled, knowing the peace of the country and the people, and even the blessings of the country. After passing through the pasture, I saw the herdsmen grazing, and the sheep running freely, harmonious and quiet.
After walking for most of the day, the sun was already high in the sky, and the blazing sun was scorching everyone.
Emperor Kangxi and his entourage were exhausted.
After a long journey, his steps were heavy, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
Emperor Kangxi looked at the road ahead and thought about the next trip.
Suddenly, they found a Mongolian camp.
The camp is located on a verdant meadow, and several yurts are scattered, like a few pearls on the grassland.
The breeze blows, and the fragrance of the grassland fills the air, bringing a hint of coolness.
Emperor Kangxi thought that this might be a good place to rest.
He proposed to rest here, and his entourage agreed.
They walked slowly to the camp, cautiously, for fear of disturbing the tranquility.
As they approached the yurt, a Mongolian man greeted them.
Dressed in traditional attire and with elaborate ornaments around his waist, he greeted the sudden arrival of guests with a smile on his face.
Emperor Kangxi expressed his request for rest to him in Chinese.
When the man heard this, he was slightly surprised, but quickly calmed down.
He replied in Mongolian, in a low and pleasant voice.
Although Emperor Kangxi did not understand Mongolian, he could feel the hospitality.
The man motioned for them to follow him into the yurt.
The interior of the bag is simple, but full of life.
*It is a stove with a pot of fragrant mutton boiling on it.
Surrounded by rudimentary furniture and supplies, and brightly coloured ornaments on the walls, the Mongolian artistic taste is shown.
In the yurt, Emperor Kangxi sat casually in front of the cabinet, moving naturally and unrestrainedly.
A kind old woman's expression changed suddenly, with a serious expression on her face and displeasure in her eyes. She walked up to the emperor and said respectfully and firmly: "Distinguished guest, please change your seat." It is the most prestigious position on our steppe, reserved for important guests. ”
Emperor Kangxi was puzzled for a moment and did not understand why a simple seat was so important.
His attendants immediately realized the embarrassment and quietly explained the customs of the Mongols.
The attendant said: "Your Majesty, the grassland has a unique etiquette, and that position symbolizes dignity and respect, and generally only the most popular guests can sit. ”
Emperor Kangxi smiled knowingly, did not get up, looked at the old woman curiously, and said easily: "Then I should sit here." There was a joke in the words, but there was confidence.
The old woman was displeased, her brows furrowed, and her expression became more serious.
The old woman looked at Emperor Kangxi with a dissatisfied face, and her tone was reproachful: "Honorable guest, the place you sit in is specially set up for the emperor. Her words are filled with respect for tradition and reverence for royalty. After speaking, she walked to the photo frame with yellow satin hanging and gently uncovered it, revealing a portrait of the Kangxi Emperor with rosewood trim.
The emperor's gaze fell on the portrait, which was his portrait, lifelike, exuding royal majesty. He looked at the portrait with a more pronounced smile on his face.
He was relieved by the loyalty and respect of the old woman, and at the same time felt the wonderful connection of fate.
Emperor Kangxi stood up, walked to the painting, and carefully **.
He pays attention to every detail, from the looks to the costumes, to lifelike.
The emperor thought to himself that this must be the work of a talented painter, and the old woman cherished it so much, and he admired it even more.
The old woman stood aside, observing the emperor's reaction, her eyes showing doubt and curiosity.
Little did she know that this guest was the emperor she revered.
Emperor Kangxi turned to the old woman and said, "I am touched by your respect for the emperor. His tone was calm and sincere, and he was full of respect for ordinary old women.
When the old woman heard this, she smiled with satisfaction.
She replied, "The emperor is our guardian, and enshrined his portrait is our way of showing loyalty and respect." This simple conversation warmed the hearts of everyone present.
In the yurt, Emperor Kangxi felt the love and respect of the people.
This feeling is new and precious to him. He was not only a monarch, but also a son of the country, and the love of the people made him feel responsible and missionary.
Subsequently, Emperor Kangxi talked with the old woman.
He listened to the old woman tell the story of the grassland and learned about the Mongolian culture and customs.
The emperor showed great interest and respect, curious about every detail.
The old woman was also happy to share her story with this suave guest, about life and traditions on the steppe.
During this exchange, Emperor Kangxi deeply felt the richness and uniqueness of the grassland culture.
He was full of respect for this way of life, and at the same time recognized that as an emperor, he had a responsibility to preserve, pass on and promote this cultural heritage.
As time passed, the sky grew darker. Emperor Kangxi realized the need to continue his journey. He stood up and expressed his deep gratitude to the old woman. The old woman and her family came to the door of the yurt and watched the special guest leave.
After the meal, Emperor Kangxi and his entourage prepared to say goodbye to the yurt.
The aftertaste of food fills the air, warm and satisfying.
The emperor was satisfied with this simple and delicious meal and deeply thanked the old woman and her family.
However, just as they were about to leave, one of the attendants suddenly changed color and whispered to the emperor about an unexpected situation: they had forgotten to bring enough silver to pay for their meal.
The Emperor frowned slightly.
He hoped that this private visit to Weifu would be low-key and smooth, but at this moment there was such an episode.
Emperor Kangxi thought for a moment, unwilling to leave any regrets, let alone owe the old woman's kindness.
So, he decided to leave a gift as a thank you.
He took out a bright yellow horse coat from his luggage, which he had brought with him, the bright colors and high-quality materials symbolized the dignity of the royal family.
The emperor handed the coat to the old woman and thanked them for their hospitality.
The old woman took the bright yellow coat with surprise and awe in her eyes.
She took a closer look at the gown, feeling its delicate materials and exquisite craftsmanship.
The old woman understood that this was an extremely precious gift for them, and a royal reward.
Gratitude welled up in her heart.
He turned to his son and said, "This is a gift from the emperor, representing the glory and well-being of our family." We must cherish it and inherit this glory. Her voice was solemn and proud.
When the son heard this, his eyes showed awe and pride.
He nodded in understanding, and vowed in his heart to take good care of this precious gift.
It's not just an object, it's a story, a legend that testifies to their delicate connection to royalty.
It is reported that the yellow coat collected by the old woman is now stored in the Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region Bahrain Right Banner Museum.
Subsequently, Emperor Kangxi and his entourage bid farewell to the old woman and her family.
They showed deep respect and gratitude.
The emperor responded with a smile, his heart filled with deep affection for the land and its people.
The group left the yurt and continued their journey.
When night falls, the grassland under the stars looks more tranquil and expansive.
Emperor Kangxi rode on a donkey and walked slowly, reminiscing about today's experience.
He experienced the simplicity and kindness of the people, and also appreciated the power and far-reaching influence of culture.
For him, this private visit to Weifu is not only a baptism of the soul, but also a profound cultural experience.
He was filled with respect and respect for every inhabitant and custom of the land.
As Emperor, he knew that his responsibility was not only to govern the country, but also to protect and promote this unique cultural heritage.
Late at night, Emperor Kangxi and his entourage found a safe place to camp on the grassland.
Sitting around the campfire, they shared their experiences and feelings about the day. The Emperor stared at the campfire, his heart filled with anticipation for the future and cherishing the journey.
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