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Yong Cong straightened his butt in the prone position, waiting for Sister Mo Shu to help him turn over.
Unexpectedly, Huang Ama's voice sounded in his ears, and then a pair of big hands lifted his whole body into his arms, and those hands rubbed his round face again. Yong Cong's right cheek still had marks pressed by the bedding, it was red, and against the staring eyes, Qianlong's mood immediately improved.
"Yong Cong is good, Huang Ama coaxed you to sleep." Qianlong lifted his outer robe, sat on the soft couch beside the shaker, and protected Yong Cong's head with one hand to prevent him from bumping.
Yong Cong's head rested on the soft pillow, and the warm pavilion was filled with a faint fragrance. Qianlong gave Wu Shulai a wink, Wu Shulai immediately understood, and walked out of the Nuan Pavilion with Mo Shu.
There is a small study room in the Changchun Palace. Recently, Qianlong often brought in the booklets to review here. Soon, Wu Shulai held a book in his hand, and on the cover were written "Bingyin Poetry Collection" in big characters, "Long live, the book is here."
There is no Erniang in Changchun Palace, Yong Cong feels empty, and he feels at ease the moment Huang Ama comes. The incense was wafting up, and Yong Cong was half asleep and half awake, when he heard Qianlong's gentle voice read: "The Nine Dragons Spraying Water Sanskrit Letters, I suspect that there is something to believe in now"
Yong Cong is quite familiar with this poem. Hejing sister and second brother talked about it, and he listened to it. It is said that it was written by Huang Ama on the night of his birth.
"" So you are such a Huang Ama!
Yong Cong couldn't understand the meaning, opened his mouth wide and yawned, and let out a small milky sound.
Qianlong was thinking and thinking, and the anger accumulated in Qixiang Palace finally calmed down. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Yong Cong's bewildered face, and the soft voice of his milk, and his heart softened, so he tucked his little quilt , the voice gradually softened.
After Yong Cong fell asleep sweetly, Qianlong stopped reciting poems, but closed his eyes and meditated.
Wu Shulai looked at the sky outside the window, it was pitch black, and whispered: "Long live?"
Qianlong waved his hand, and continued to close his eyes and think about something.
On weekdays, he would write his poems and throw them aside, handing them over to the Imperial Academy for polishing and revision. He thought his level was pretty good, but when he was reading poems to Yong Cong tonight, he became uncertain.
Need to modify here, there is a lack of artistic conception
The emperor thought distressedly that he still had to recite the poem himself in order to discover the shortcomings in the poem.
He didn't want to read it in front of the queen, although he couldn't explain why He touched his nose, Jing Shu not only had to manage the harem, but also took care of Yong Cong, how could he have time to listen to him read poems?
As for He Jing, Qianlong immediately became displeased, and that girl avoided my poems.
There is also Yong Lian, Yong Lian has been so busy these days because of the affairs of the Ministry of Industry.
The rest of the people are not within the scope of Qianlong's consideration.
After much deliberation, Yong Cong is better. Read a few words before going to bed, Yong Cong sleeps soundly, and he reads happily. When he grows up and learns to speak, it will be a joy in life to softly say "Huang Ama did a great job"!
The more Qianlong thought about it, the happier he became. On the way back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he was full of smiles, which made Wu Shulai feel that.
Could it be that Seventh Brother doesn't work? Long Live Lord was still thinking about the matter of Qixiang Palace, so he smiled angrily?
Or is Seventh Brother too useful, Long Live Lord is elated just by looking at it, and only cares about being happy?
Wu Shulai couldn't figure out Qianlong's thoughts, so he became more and more careful in his actions and actions. When undressing him, he was lighter and took a longer time than usual.
Qianlong noticed something was wrong, so he glanced at him.
Wu Shulai immediately knelt on the ground, "I admit my mistake!"
Qianlong was speechless for a while, and kicked Wu Shulai, "Why are you so timid like a rabbit?"
There was a smile in the words, not angry, and the kick was light. Wu Shulai was relieved, he got up swiftly, and said with a smile: "It's the servant's fault. The servant continues to undress Long Live Lord"
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The queen and the other concubines stayed in Qixiang Palace for midnight. When the sky was getting bright, the concubine Jia finally gave birth to a little elder brother.
The queen lifted the swaddling clothes and took a look. The eighth elder brother was thin and small, and the newborn Yong Cong was twice as strong as him. After all, she was born prematurely at eight months, and her crying was weak.
Fortunately, the most indispensable thing in the palace is medicinal materials, and the weak prince can also be raised.
Concubine Yi stood at the side at a loss, looked at the child happily for a long time, and then asked Li Yuanzheng worriedly: "The eighth elder brother's body"
"Ma'amDon't worry, it's just that the month is not enough, the eighth elder brother is healthy inside"
Li Yuan is the most authoritative one in the imperial hospital. If the queen hadn't invited him over, the concubine Jia would be in danger.
Concubine Jia was also very lucky. She fainted in fright and gave birth to the eighth elder brother. The mother and child were safe. However, she was born prematurely due to shock, and after all it hurt her body, and she had to stay in bed for a year to recover, and it would be difficult to conceive in the future.
Doctor Li whispered to Nanny Yu, and Nanny Yu nodded slightly.
The queen said gently: "Thank you, Doctor Li."
Concubine Yi was also beaming with joy: "It's hard work for Doctor Li"
Concubine Chun returned to Jingren Palace in the middle of the night because she had to take care of the sixth elder brother and the fourth princess, but Concubine Yu and Concubine Xian stayed here all the time. Seeing the joyful expression on Concubine Yi's face, Concubine Xian didn't know what was going on in her heart.
The emperor quietly gave the eighth elder brother to Concubine Yi to raise her, and she is considered to have survived.
Concubine Jia was born in Baoyi, and her ancestors were tribes who migrated from North Korea. They took root in the Ministry of Internal Affairs and supported the royal family for many years. After the emperor came to the throne, Jin Gege became a noble man, and three years later, she gave birth to the fourth elder brother and was named a concubine. They were lifted up and became Jin Jia's family.
The eighth elder brother is the same as the son of the pure imperial concubine, not as good as the elder brother born by the concubine Man, but there are only a few sons of the emperor, no matter which one is precious.
Concubine Xian is not a fool for being able to stand in the harem for so many years. It's just that she had no children for many years, and once she made a mistake, she had the idea of ??adopting her elder brother Yong Huang, and was banned by the emperor.
The emperor does not allow her to have extra thoughts. If there is a next time, what awaits her is not just grounding!
Lianghe became Duanbeile's accompanying reader, which put an end to her thoughts. Even if she gave birth to a prince in the future, Duanbeile's status would be stable, and her family would not fully support her
These are all delusions. Not to mention the prince, he didn't even have a little princess.
Concubine Yi looked at the baby with very loving eyes, and Concubine Xian was standing not far away, lost in thought. Concubine Yu's eyes flashed, the eighth elder brother was not raised by Concubine Xian, but was given to Concubine Yi, which is enough to see the emperor's inclination.
That day when she asked her family to inquire about Ulanara's family, Lianghe replaced Sebuteng as Duanbeile's companion. Concubine Yu didn't know well that the emperor had cut off Concubine Xian's back path, allowing her family to unite with the Queen's line!
Duanbeile originally had the backing of the Fucha family, without the hindrance of Concubine Xian, his position would be as stable as Mount Tai.
In this way, Concubine Yu's plan came to nothing. In the harem, the empress dominates, and only by uniting with Concubine Xian, can there be a slight possibility of returning to the world. Concubine Xian has no children, if Yongqi can take advantage of her position, she might be able to compete with Duanbeile in the future
Concubine Yu frowned, as if she was worried about the frail eighth elder brother.
The queen glanced at her, smiled slightly, and pressed the center of her eyebrows, "Brother Ba is weak, so it's not suitable to move now. Let's move to Chuxiu Palace in two months."
Concubine Yi said: "Your Majesty is kind"
It's only two months, and it will pass after a while.
It's just that the eighth elder brother's biological mother is still a concubine, and the emperor didn't say anything about changing the jade certificate. After all, she is an adoptive mother. Concubine Yi felt a sense of urgency, and she thought in her heart that it would be best to win over Brother Ba's heart
It was just dawn, and Qixiang Palace returned to silence. Not long after, Concubine Jia was demoted to Concubine Jia, and the news that the eighth elder brother was raised by Concubine Yi spread throughout the Forbidden City.
Concubine Jia is still asleep, if she wakes up, will she bleed again?
The old nanny stood beside the bed with a haggard face, her lips were chapped, and her neatly combed hair was in a mess. Many palace people were beaten and were recuperating in the house, and some people were planning to find a way to leave Kaixiang Palace and work as errands in other palaces.
The hearts of the people in Qixiang Palace are scattered, and the master is afraid that he will fall out of favor completely.
Looking at the eighth elder brother who was crying softly, the old mother's eyes were red. After the master wakes up, what will she say?
The Qixiang Palace is gloomy, but the Changchun Palace is harmonious and happy.
The Empress skipped today's greetings, and took Yong Cong to the small garden to bask in the sun after a good night's sleep. A reclining chair was placed in the yard, and Yong Cong was leaning in the empress Xiangruan's embrace, listening to Mo Lian's storytelling with his eyes wide open.
Mo Lian is the best at talking, witty and witty, likes to collect folk scripts, and always asks someone to bring them back when shopping in the palace.
Just as he was talking vigorously, the Queen and Nanny Yu laughed, and Yong Cong gnawed on his fingers with relish, rolling his black eyeballs contentedly.
Mo Yun stepped into the palace gate in a hurry, and saluted, "The news from elder brother is that Da Fujin is pregnant."
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