After Kangxi Bai Yueguang dressed as the best villain's little aunt

Kangxi came quietly, and when he left, he didn't disturb anyone.

When Sang Qingman went to Qianqing Palace to serve ink on the third day, he was naturally full of ambition, and he didn't even know that the man had already visited her Chuxiu Palace.

Because the two superb uncles, the fourth uncle and the fifth uncle are all working in the palace, although they are both in the palace, naturally they can't meet with Sang Qingman often.

The fourth uncle and the fifth uncle love her, and with her natural affinity, Sang Qingman said dryly, so that the two of them should "be diligent, keep a low profile, and do more practical things."

Her fourth uncle and fifth uncle were used to being lazy, so naturally they couldn't understand what she said, and said, "Manman, the uncles know what they are doing, and with your third uncle standing up, we will be fine as long as we don't overplay."

In a family, it is impossible for several top talents to appear in a row, and there is a capable third uncle who is a powerful minister.

Her four uncles and five uncles are really just like the original book said, they are really cheating, cheating, lazy, and doing things that can be thrown to others.

Fortunately, knowing that this is the imperial palace, her four uncles and five uncles, at most, secretly play dice and fight crickets in the empty space below.

They didn't have the guts to do anything else.

Sang Qingman said at the beginning, let the two uncles, in the future, "be diligent, keep a low profile, and do practical things."

Her two little uncles almost lost their brains on the spot, and their faces were sullen, wondering: "But Manman, uncles, this is the only ability."

"Everything has already been done by others, so why should we work hard." Her fourth uncle said, "Besides, we are just children of banner people, so we don't have to work so hard."

After saying this, Sang Qingman's eyes turned red with anger, and his voice was choked with sobs, "Fourth Uncle and Fifth Uncle, do you not believe Man'er's words?"

She said, "Before I was in the harem, the reason why I didn't go to bed was because I heard some concubines say that our family members are lazy, stealthy, and playful."

"I didn't expect that, as the natal family of the Empress Yuan and the prince's ancestral clan, they would be so incompetent." She cried, "Then I might as well stop serving in bed for the rest of my life, so as not to embarrass my little Highness."

She used her 'natural affinity' and cried again, but she almost didn't scare the two little uncles out of their wits.

She hurriedly coaxed anxiously, "Manman stop crying, can't the uncles do it?" Her fifth uncle said.

Sang Qingman stretched out his fingers to cover his eyes, and opened them slightly, his red eyes sparkled, "Really?"

"Then are you willing to sleep with me?" Her fourth uncle suddenly asked in a deep voice.

After Sang Qingman nodded, her fourth uncle and fifth uncle suddenly said with a sullen face, "From now on, the uncles will show you the attendance sheet."

Bingo, although the road has twists and turns, the result and direction are really wonderful.

So much so that he was in such a good mood that when Sang Qingman went to the Qianqing Palace, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, obviously he was too much in the limelight.

"Master Ping, Lord Long Live is inside." Liang Jiugong suddenly came out and said.

Sang Qingman nodded, grinning, and wanted to ask Kangxi what he was doing, but she was in such a good mood that she naturally didn't pay much attention to asking.

Liang Jiugong hesitated to speak from behind, and called out "Master Ping" from a distance.

Apparently Sang Qingman didn't hear it, and his face was sullen, he couldn't scream anymore, so he had to stay quietly outside the house.

In terms of time, this month, it will be the day of offering sacrifices to the Empress Yuan.

Long Live Lord has been in a bad mood for the past month, but it's true.

When Sang Qingman entered, Kangxi was lowering his head, patiently teaching the prince to write.

The sunlight outside the house refracted in, and in the royal study, the two of them were one tall and the other low, quiet and beautiful.

The prince's height suddenly increased, almost as high as Kangxi's shoulders.

When Kangxi suddenly bent down and lowered his head to teach the prince, he held his lower body firmly and did not move for a long time, waiting for the prince to get used to it.

"Huang Ama, your handwriting is really good." He said, "My little aunt used to always say that your handwriting is the best. My son didn't believe it in private. He practiced for so long every day, and he was not as strong as Huang Ama."

After hearing what the prince said, Kangxi paused for a long time, then patted his head, and said, "Practice hard, as a king, review memorials and listen to state affairs every day."

"Practicing calligraphy and calligraphy can cultivate one's morality. Remember, don't overdo everything, think about something and don't do it." He said, "How to balance the courtiers, the skill of the imperial court, is not a one-day skill."

Almost every father shines brightly when raising their children, especially when the prince is still a man's heir.

Sang Qingman noticed the man's expression. From a distance, his face was full of encouragement and hope.

At this moment, Sang Qingman thought, Kangxi loves the prince.

If in the later stage, the little prince is really abolished, it must be extremely painful.

But he is a king first, and then a father. The father of a king and the father of a king, isn't it true that the king comes first and then the father?

At this time, she couldn't tell whether she was mostly sympathetic and regretful, or she mostly understood Kangxi.I was stunned for a while, and the person stopped silently outside the screen.

"Little aunt, why don't you talk when you're here." The little prince suddenly noticed Sang Qingman's figure, his eyes lit up, and he called out.

Kangxi raised his eyes to look over, beckoned her to go over, and the two guided her to read the prince's words together for a while.

At lunch time, for the first time, Kangxi asked Sang Qingman and the prince to have lunch together.

After lunch, the prince went back to class.

Kangxi had a minister come to him to report the matter, and Sang Qingman was waiting for Kangxi alone in the side hall of Qianqing Palace.

Drowsy, Sang Qingman dozed off little by little.

Suddenly a voice came from my ear, "I'm sleepy."

She immediately woke up with a jerk, raised her eyes, and smiled, "Long Live Lord is here."

Kangxi hummed, and continued to take Sang Qingman to work overtime to read the memorial.

Sang Qingman secretly clicked her tongue when talking about the emperor's daily workload. She knew that Kangxi would get up at four o'clock in the morning every day. It is time to review the memorials and attend the political lessons of the masters.

It's about [-]-[-] o'clock in the evening before I can rest.

She made a rough calculation of the skills of the Kangxi Society. She is proficient in the four languages ​​of Manchu, Han, Mongolia, and Russia, and is proficient in riding and archery martial arts, as well as various ancient and modern Chinese and foreign poetry classics, and even various astronomy, geography, biology, and even medical science.

It can be said that he is an emperor with strong sexual tension and ability.

But people, no one can hold on to working and studying for fifteen or sixteen hours a day.

Except, in her previous life, she had worked so hard in her previous life when she was still struggling to get ahead as a social animal.

"What are you thinking?" Kangxi suddenly looked at her and asked.

Sang Qingman immediately came back to his senses, the corners of his lips parted in a smile, and his voice was obsessive, "I think Long Live Lord is awesome!"

A sweet and greasy atmosphere immediately spread in the room, like the honey greeted by the fragrance of white flowers blooming in spring.

But now, it is clearly early autumn.However, the eunuchs and maids around suddenly lowered their heads, their hearts beating two minutes faster.

Kangxi looked at her without saying a word, and continued to review the memorial with his head down.

"Grinding," he said.

Sang Qingman obediently used her white wrist to grind silently, scolding men with all her heart, it's really hard to please.

While she was still thinking, a gust of wind suddenly hit her, her wrists pulled her vigorously and fell into the man's arms, and a voice came from her ear, "Curse me in your heart, huh?"