Transmigrated into a Qing Dynasty concubine and asked the system to help me raise my children

Hongli, who traveled through time, was a fat otaku before. He liked to watch history bloggers talk about history, but he didn't like to read real history books. So he knew some of the history of this period, but it was only limited to the videos of history bloggers.

He knew that he would enter the palace in March of the 61st year of Kangxi's reign, and that Kangxi would die in December of the same year.

But he didn't know if there were other children entering the palace besides him.

Could it be that before him, Nian's daughter also entered the palace?

Never mind, Nian’s daughter is just a girl anyway. In the future, the worst that can happen is that I can just give her more dowry and let her get married off earlier!

It’s only a few months away from March of the 61st year of Kangxi’s reign. That will be my chance to soar to fame!

Hongli was eagerly waiting for his opportunity, but he didn't know that the gears of fate had already deviated in secret.

Shen Jiang, the instigator of the incident, has been dissatisfied with everyone since her daughter entered the palace. She will kick any dog ​​that passes by.

Persimmon and Fortune automatically moved eight meters away from her.

Even though they were very self-aware, they still couldn't escape Shen Jiang's clutches.

On this brisk autumn day, Shen Jiang's mood calmed down a lot. She hugged Persimmon and stroked its fur, saying gently: "Persimmon, you are not young anymore. In order to avoid prostate problems when you are old, I will sterilize you first!"

Persimmon: "Sterilization? What is sterilization?"

Shen Jiang did what he said. He cleaned up an operating room and found an experienced master in the palace who specialized in making eggs for eunuchs. While Shi Zi knew nothing about it, he picked two bells for her.

After waking up, Persimmon looked blankly at Zhaocai and Jinbao who looked sympathetic.

Ah, I have become a father-in-law too?

What was even more surprised was Yongzheng, who wondered if Shen Jiang had gone crazy because his daughter was not around.

"I know you are reluctant to part with Fule and feel bitter, but you can't mess with Shizi. Shizi is your dowry dog. He has been well behaved all these years and has played a role in raising Fule. If you really miss Fule, I will bring you to the palace to see my daughter every few days."

Shen Jiang looked puzzled.

She missed her daughter, but the system had marked Fule for her, so she could see her daughter's situation from her sea of ​​consciousness and was not too worried.

"Master, where did I mess with the persimmon?"

"You, you turned it into a eunuch." Isn't this called tossing and turning?

Shen Jiang chuckled and said, "So that's it, Master. I'm not torturing it. I'm doing this for its health."

Yongzheng didn't believe it: "Why do you say that?"

Shen Jiang explained: "Shizi is eight years old. If he were a human, he would be in his fifties or sixties. At this age, there are some...unspeakable problems for dogs." She couldn't explain what prostate and testicular cancer were, so she could only speak vaguely.

Yongzheng still didn't understand. Shen Jiang blushed and whispered, "It can't urinate smoothly anymore. It's very painful every time it goes into heat."

Yongzheng understood a little bit now, thought for a while and said: "Indeed, dogs are just like people. It's time to find a wife for Shizi these years."

Shen Jiang: “…”

Is that what she meant?

"It's no good to find one. You'll still have these problems when you get older."

"Really?" Yongzheng looked at her suspiciously.

Shen Jiang straightened his chest and said shamelessly: "Yes, Persimmon told me that this is the inheritance of their dog world."

Yongzheng didn't care whether to laugh or not. He certainly wouldn't suspect that Shen Jiang did it on purpose, but this "inheritance of the dog world" was such a mess.

Shen Jiang: "Every long-lived cat or dog cannot escape the sadness of Dandan."

Persimmon: "I didn't say that. Oh my bell, I want my bell!"

Baifu: "Brother, you used to whimper, but now you can only whimper."

Fortune: "Can't we call each other brothers anymore?"

Persimmon: "Laugh, laugh, you won't be able to escape from this later!"

Zaohua and Baifu hurriedly walked close to the ground, fearing that Shen Jiang would see their bells still there and pick them off too!

They had to pick them, but it was not the right time yet. Plus, Yongzheng had decided to find wives for them, so they couldn't pick them now.

Persimmon lay on the kang with a depressed look on his face, letting Zhaocai and Jinbao comb his hair.

Some dogs are kept cool by the wind, while some dogs are busy on their wedding night. Why is the gap between dogs so big?

In order to make up for the persimmon, Shen Jiang gave it a big meal for several days. The persimmon satisfied its appetite, and it was no longer so obsessed with the bell.

Anyway, it has no wife, so it's just a decoration.

After recovering from the injury, it continued to follow Fu Yi's dog-drawn cart to patrol the garden. Yes, Fu Yi's pumpkin cart was passed down to Fu Yi.

After a while, Shen Jiang received good news that Kangxi summoned Concubine He to Changchun Garden to accompany him, and Fule also went to Changchun Garden.

In this way, it would be much more convenient for Shen Jiang to see his daughter.

At night, she hugged Yongzheng and kissed him, saying softly and sweetly: "I know it's all thanks to you, you are the best."

Although Yongzheng had not mentioned anything before, she knew that it was Yongzheng who found a way to get Kangxi to call Concubine He over.

Yongzheng enjoyed the gentleness of the place, patted her back and said with a smile: "Are you relieved now? We have fruits grown by ourselves in our garden. We will go to show our filial piety to Khan Ama tomorrow."

Shen Jiang hurriedly prepared half a cart of things and sent them over. He handed over a sign, and with Kangxi's permission, Shen Jiang took Fu Yi to pay his respects.

Kangxi, Concubine He and Fule were all there, and Shen Jiang looked at her daughter excitedly.

Fule winked at her and stayed quietly beside Concubine He.

"I heard that there are dogs pulling carts in your garden. What do they look like?" Kangxi suddenly asked.

Shen Jiang smiled awkwardly and said, "It's for the children to play with. I'll ask someone to bring it over and show it to Khan Ama."

Kangxi saw two greyhounds pulling a cart, with Fu Yi sitting in the cart and Shi Zi guarding him majestically. The two greyhounds could understand instructions, and they would go forward when they should, stop when they should, and turn when they should.

Concubine He laughed when she saw this and said, "If he goes out for a walk, won't the other children be jealous and cry?"

Kangxi nodded: "It's indeed fresh." He asked about the origin of the persimmon and touched it, which made the persimmon very proud.

After that, Shen Jiang often came to Changchun Garden. She flattered Concubine He in the right way. Not only could she show off her presence in front of Kangxi, but she could also see her daughter. Why not?

Concubine He was originally worried that Fule was too young and would be bored with her, but when she came to the garden, Nian often came to accompany her, bringing Fuyi with her. She suddenly had two grandchildren, and she couldn't stop smiling lovingly when she saw her granddaughter and grandson playing together.

Whenever he talked about these two children with Kangxi, he always praised them, saying that Fule was smart and Fuyi was innocent, and that Prince Yong and Lady Nian were really good at giving birth.

"You are talking about the relationship between the two generations," Kangxi said, "and that's because the child is young. Things will change when the child grows up. Look at my sons, humph!"

He Fei didn't dare to speak. The old man's temper became more and more strange. He mentioned his son as if he was an enemy.

Kangxi snorted twice and pointed at the dinner, asking Wei Zhu to give two plates to Fuyi. He didn't care whether Fuyi, who was over one year old, could eat it or not, it was just a token of his appreciation.

Concubine He muttered: "Isn't the Emperor also related to me by a different generation?"

This marriage lasted another half a year. Hongli waited and waited in Prince Yong's Mansion. It was already March of the 61st year of Kangxi's reign, so why had no one come to take him to Kangxi?