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He Jing was stunned, and recalled it.
They are teaming up to make fun of her!
Well, even Yong Cong who doesn't understand anything is laughing. He Jingben wanted to make an angry gesture, but couldn't help it after thinking about it, covered his face with a veil, and burst out laughing.
Thinking bitterly in her heart, she can't get around the hurdle of copying poems!
Having been teased a lot, He Jing also let go of his burden, and comforted himself, saying, I will kiss you in colorful clothes.
She tapped Yong Cong with her green fingers, and snorted: "Still laughing? Be careful not to follow in the footsteps of your sister. You will be fined to copy poems tomorrow."
Yong Cong blinked his big innocent eyes, pretending not to understand.
What copying poetry?
Qianlong lifted his robe and sat down on the yellow flowered chair. After a while, the harem servants brought tea to reduce the fire. Hongzhou tugged at his collar, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, took a sip of tea enjoying himself, and whispered to Qianlong, "Fourth brother, that little cunning Yongcong deliberately buried his sister?"
Qianlong smiled and said nothing, his eyes showed approval.
Hong Zhou smacked his lips, this doll Yong Cong really has aura!
He Jing looked at his younger brother, feeling itchy in his heart, and coquettishly said to the queen mother: "Mama Huang, just let me hug you once."
Yong Cong vomited bubbles and thought, bad sister, how old am I! I can't even hold the pen, so I frantically asked me to copy poems. I still want to hug my grandpa!
As soon as He Jing's crisp voice fell, Yong Cong moved. He shrank vigorously into the empress dowager's embrace full of Buddha fragrance, pointed the back of his head at He Jing, kept shouting "Yiya", and expressed his rejection with practical actions.
He Jing said in disbelief: "Yong Cong can understand me? He still holds grudges!"
Hongzhou finished his tea, wiped his face with his sleeve, and interjected, "This kid has a grudge." After that, he vividly described the scene of his visit to the garden just now, "I don't even care about people, and I only hugged him if Uncle Wu apologized." "
Concubine Yugui glared at Hongzhou, she was so generous, and all the tricks were played on her little nephew.
The Empress Dowager laughed so hard that she almost burst into tears, Nanny Gui hurriedly gave her a break. The Empress Dowager waved her hand, and pulled Yong Cong deeper into her arms, shouting "heart" in her mouth, and then rubbed her, "Hey, don't want sister, Huang Mama holds you!"
Huang Mama is another golden thigh in the palace, sometimes Huang Ama can't beat her! A light bulb lit up in Yong Cong's little head, and obediently leaned his bare head against the Queen Mother's skirt, rubbing against it from time to time, very dependent.
That posture, fearing that the sky will fall, can't separate the grandparents and grandchildren.
The Empress Dowager was even more rare about Yong Cong. Yong Cong was still young, so he didn't see the wind, so he didn't go to Shoukang Palace a few times. The Queen Mother also cared about her grandson's body, and only hugged her carefully three or four times.
Strange to say, it is not that the Queen Mother has never hugged other grandchildren, but the children will cry when they are in the arms of strangers, and they will kick their hands and feet happily, which makes the elderly panic. The queen mother was getting older, and the children in the palace were born one after another, so she lost much interest in holding grandchildren.
The closest Yong Lian and He Jing have grown up, and they can't rush into their arms and act like a baby like they did when they were young. The emperor, queen, and juniors are all filial enough. She usually pays homage to the Buddha and raises flowers, and the days pass by in the blink of an eye.
But after Yong Cong was born, the Queen Mother had thoughts again. The little grandson who was born on the Buddha's birthday is also the son of Zhonggong. When the two things add up, the Queen Mother has a heart for Yong Cong.
Right now, Yong Cong is not afraid of life at all, snuggling in his arms, he is very well-behaved, hugging easily, not tired at all. The Empress Dowager's brows and eyes softened all of a sudden, and she felt very comfortable in her heart.
Sure enough, she and Yong Cong couldn't hit it off!
Thinking like this, Qianlong sighed and said: "Yong Cong is close to the emperor's mother, and I will be at the back in the blink of an eye."
There was a hint of resentment in the tone, and the Queen Mother was even happier when she heard the words. She nodded to the emperor, turned her head and smiled with Concubine Yugui, "I'm still jealous of Aijia!"
Concubine Yugui also laughed, looked at the little baby in the empress dowager's arms with rare eyes, and said sincerely: "Isn't Brother Seven a pain in the ass? Don't talk about Long Live Lord, I'm also very greedy."
A series of rainbow farts made Yong Cong shy again. He arched his little butt, and let out a grunt, which was painful. He had heard this word a hundred and eighty times!
The fleshy little hand scratched his cheek, is he really so cute, can flowers bloom?
He Jing who was forgotten aside was very desolate and desolate.
She sighed pretending to be sad, "Huang Mama, I only see the newcomers laughing, but the old ones crying."
This living treasure!
??The prince held his belly in his arms and laughed ouchily. Qianlong was drinking tea and was amused by Hong Zhou's expression. He glanced at He Jing and said in a deep voice, "Poetry is learned from a dog's stomach. How can it be used like this?"
The inner hall was full of joy, and the queen mother laughed so hard that she didn't care about her image, "Well, well, Mama Mama won't forget our respect."
After finishing speaking, she said to Concubine Yugui: "People in Ai's family have raised several pots of good roses, you go and pick them." She waved her hand again, and said kindly to He Jing: "You also pick a pot, as a gift. Aijia's apology, okay?"
He Jing immediately became happy. The Empress Dowager likes roses, and now it is the flowering period. The yard is full of flowers, and all kinds of roses are arranged in one place in an orderly manner, not to mention how beautiful it is.
"Fourth brother, are you going too?" Hong Zhou pouted.
After Qianlong thought about it, he finished approving the papers left and right, so it would be nice to accompany the Queen Mother to enjoy the flowers. He nodded, got up and said: "Mother Huang, give Yong Cong to your son. Don't be tired."
The queen mother was a little bit reluctant, but she also knew that she didn't have such great strength. She gently placed Yong Cong in Qianlong's arms, and said, "Be carefuldon't make Xiao Qi feel uncomfortablethe elbows here are higher"
Qianlong: ""
He did as he said, and said with a smile: "What the Queen Mother said is true."
Wu Shulai thought silently on the sidelines, the old lady, the old lady, the Lord Long Live is very good at holding the child. Maybe not even the Empress Dowager! You really don't have to worry.
Yong Cong returned to Huang Ama's arms comfortably, and wrapped his small hands around Qianlong's neck skillfully. In summer, Yong Cong's hands were warm, and Qianlong didn't mind the heat. He weighed his fat son's body, "Yong Cong is heavy again."
Yong Cong: "Yeah!"
It's not that it's heavy, it's that it's grown up!
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The Old Summer Palace is not as solemn and solemn as the Forbidden City. Without the boxy red walls and green tiles, even the mood of enjoying flowers is different. Surrounded by pools in the wide courtyard, the summer heat dissipates and brings a cool breeze.
Yong Cong looked up at the blue sky and the flying birds passing by, and waved his hands excitedly.
Every year he would come to the garden to escape the summer heat!
The fragrance of flowers struck, and Yong Cong's eyes were filled with a large area of ??brightly colored roses, red and yellow, extremely beautiful. He moved his nose, and Prince He, who had been paying attention to his little nephew, quietly asked Wu Shulai: "Could Yongcong not be able to stand this fragrance?"
Wu Shulai also quietly replied: "Seventh elder brother likes flowers, the emperor asked the imperial physician, it's all right."
Qianlong ignored the movement here and concentrated on taking care of the fat son in his arms. Seeing Yong Cong smiling happily, Qianlong knew that he liked flowers very much.
Adhering to the principle of "Yong Cong likes me and I like it", Qianlong decided to be a good Ama who is knowledgeable and talented, and loves to grow flowers. He summoned the eunuch who took care of the rose, "Call someone to tell me about the varieties."
The eunuch seemed to be of high class, and he agreed with trepidation when he heard the words. After a while, a court lady wearing a blue jacket and skirt came out of the queue and bowed curtly, "Slave maid greets Lord Long Live."
She lowered her head halfway, revealing a little of her snow-white neck, her figure is outstanding, and she has an elegant book fragrance. A red rope is simply decorated in the hair, which is very simple; the voice is as wonderful as a warbler, giving people infinite reverie.
Qianlong asked lightly: "What's your name?"
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