Father and Son Forbidden to Return the Pearl

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is the spring of Qianlong's 19th year, and the three-year draft begins.

In addition to the Aixinjueluo clan, school-age girls aged 17 to [-] from all over the country have participated in the draft, and the queen's Kunning Palace has also become lively. Some big families want to attract the favor of the twelve princes through the queen. I hope that my daughter can be selected as the first Fujin; some small families want to get a side Fujin or something.

"Who does the emperor think Yongzheng should choose as the concubine?" On the night of the fifteenth day, Qianlong stayed in Kunning Palace as usual, chatting with the queen under the quilt.

The originally relaxed atmosphere was completely destroyed by the queen's words, and Qianlong's face became gloomy: "Yongzhen is still young, in a few years..."

"Yongxi will be fourteen in a few months!" The Queen interrupted Qianlong with a frown, "It's not like they're going to get married right after they're settled, but now it's going to be a year later! At that time Yongzheng is fifteen, isn't it just right?"

Qianlong's chest was stuffy from the Queen's series of words, but he couldn't refute.yes!At this age, it is indeed time to get married in the royal family.However, when he thought of Yongzheng hugging another woman, even though he knew it was just a joke, his heart still hurt like being cut by a knife.

The queen saw that Qianlong didn't want to talk about it, and although she was dissatisfied, she didn't dare to say anything.

Qianlong stared blankly at the ceiling, sleepless all night.

Even though Qianlong didn't want to, he still had to choose the Fujin for Yongzheng. Finally, after discussing with the queen, he settled on Xilin Jueluo's Bingchen.As for Fucha Xianya, it was pointed out that it was given to Yongzheng, the direct son of Prince He Hongzhou.Although Yongzheng is not as honorable as Yongzheng, but according to the favor of the Prince's family, he will at least be a Baylor in the future.

The prince's wedding is extremely cumbersome. It may take several months or even a year to prepare from the imperial decree to the day of the wedding.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Qianlong pressed Yongzhen under him bitterly, and the slightly rough kiss showed the jealousy in his heart.

"Isn't there the kind of medicine in the palace that allows a woman to conceive after taking it once?" Qianlong said coldly while slapping Yongzheng on his hands: "It's the one that Chen Zhihua took before. When the time comes, you must let that woman get pregnant." eat, you know?"

"Huang Ama, it's still too early to get married!" Yongzheng smiled wryly, feeling amused by this man's naive childlike behavior, but it was also very sweet.

Qianlong snorted coldly, barely suppressing his jealousy towards Xilin Jueluo.

Xilin Jueluo Bingchen was sitting at home, thinking about the imperial decree just now, feeling a little joyful and a little sad in his heart, but more calm.She has reason to be happy, because she is about to marry someone she admires.However, that person is destined not to belong to her.

Every girl wants to be the only one for the other, but Bingchen knows that she will not be able to realize this dream in this life.Because the person she is about to marry can't give her anything except status and status.Feelings are even more extravagant.

For the princes, the big wedding is more like a turning point in life.Because after getting married, it means that you have grown up, and you can get more rights.

Although there was Baylor's Mansion outside the palace, Qianlong chose Yuqing Palace as the place for Yongzheng's wedding.As soon as this decree came out, although it was surprising, it was within the expectations of many people.

In the past few years, the emperor has given the twelfth elder brother a lot of memorials to the twelfth elder brother, and he is completely treated as a prince to train him, so it is not a big deal to live in Yuqing Palace.If the emperor asked the twelfth elder brother to move outside the palace, they would really feel confused, to see if the emperor was going to give up the twelve elder brother!

In the autumn of the 19th year of Qianlong's reign, the gates of the palace opened wide, and people's eyes were dazzled by the array of red makeup.After walking for more than half an hour, the bride's sedan chair stopped in front of the gate of Yuqing Palace.

Yong Xin calmly followed the master's request step by step, his heart was like still water, without the slightest excitement or displeasure.

He opened the door of the sedan chair and held the girl's hand. Although he felt the touch was smooth, it was not as comfortable as Qianlong's generous hand.The Yuqing Palace is very festively decorated, and the characters "Happy" can be seen everywhere, red is everywhere, and the red is dazzling.Everyone says it's a joyous color, but Yong Xin thinks it can also be a sad color—blood, isn't it just this kind of red?

Xilinjue Luo Bingchen's heart that was about to jump out of his throat slowly calmed down when he held Yongzheng's hand, and his hot heart gradually cooled down.Yong Xin's hand was comfortable to hold, but it was as cold as ice.It was in stark contrast to Xilinjueluo Bingchen's hot palms that were sweaty due to nervousness.

He... doesn't look forward to this wedding, does he?Xilinjue Luo Bingchen lowered his eyes, but laughed at himself the next moment.Who is willing to rectify marriages like theirs?What reason do I have to feel sad here?

Walking into the dazzling red new house, Bingchen sits obediently on the bed, while Yongxin goes out to receive guests.

"Twelfth brother is overjoyed!" Yong Xing walked over, smiled and bowed to him, with a sincere blessing in his tone.Those small thoughts of competing with Yongzhen in the past were also put down because of Qianlong's love for Yongzhen.Yong Xing is not an idiot, since he knows that he can't get it, why should he fight for it?And he is not very interested in the throne, he was just unconvinced and wanted to win or lose with Yongzheng.

"Brother Eleven, please." Yong Xin smiled lightly, his precise smile seemed to be wearing a perfect mask.Even though he was wearing a red dress, he couldn't feel any joy in him.

Yong Xing is not surprised at all. How many royal weddings can really make the master happy?

Yong Xing sprinkled the package of medicine that is said to make a woman pregnant at one time into the wine glass beforehand, then walked to the bed, and lifted the red hijab on Xilin Jueluo Bingchen's head calmly.

Even if he doesn't like this Fujin, Yongzhen has to admit that Xilin Jueluo is really beautiful, pure and enchanting, his eyes are moving and touching.If he hadn't fallen in love with Qianlong, he might really be fascinated by her.

However, for the current Yong Xing, all women are the same in his eyes, at most this one is a little more pleasing to the eye.

Following the instructions of the old mother, I drank a cup of wine, and then watched the hems of the two dresses being tied together, and listened to the servants saying something like "a good marriage for a hundred years, and a precious son will be born early".The big wedding is coming to the most critical time.

"Go to rest early." Yong Xing was not sensitive to the strong smell of rouge on Xilin Jueluo's body. In his opinion, the smell on Qianlong's body was better.

Unaccustomed to having his clothes tied up with others, Yongzhen bent down and mercilessly untied the hem of the old woman's clothes, which had been carefully tied up many times. with heartbreak.

The red curtain fell slowly, and the two young bodies gradually overlapped together, with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Yong Xing looked at Xilin Jueluo's face that was already flushed red, and his mind was unusually clear.He knew that if it weren't for the aphrodisiac drugs added to his wine, he might not be interested in this girl at all, right?

During the whole process, Yongzhen did not kiss Xilinjueluo Bingchen once.In his heart, his lips are a sacred place that only the beloved can touch!

Feeling that the people around him had fallen asleep, Xilinjueluo Bingchen slowly opened his eyes.Although her body was extremely tired after experiencing love for the first time, she did not feel sleepy at all.

Is this the big wedding that every girl looks forward to?What a...disappointment!

Tilting his head slightly, Xilinjueluo Bingchen stared at the sleeping face of Yongzheng who was close at hand, with a blank look in his eyes.A very beautiful face, the facial features are as delicate as hers.It's just that compared to her own softness, she is a little more handsome and heroic.It's just that such a handsome young man seems to dislike himself very much!Xilinjue Luo Bingchen had a wry smile on his lips.

"Huang Ama..."

Listening to Yongzheng's murmur in sleep, Xilinjueluo Bingchen froze.Does anyone call themselves Ama in their sleep?Generally speaking, it should be the person you love, right?like?

Under the clear moonlight, who looked at the face of the person next to him and couldn't sleep all night?

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was eerily silent, and all the lights were turned off.Then the bright moonlight could clearly see the outline of the furnishings in the room.

Qianlong was dressed in unlined clothing, standing with his hands behind his back, quietly standing by the window, feeling the cool breeze of the autumn night, his deep eyes full of complicated colors.

What is Yongzheng doing now?Are you already asleep, or are you with that woman...

However, no matter what, he will not allow Yong Xin to touch that woman again!Qianlong lowered his eyes, and slowly clenched his hands behind him until he felt a tingling pain in his palm.

After a long time, Qianlong turned around and returned to the bed, closed his eyes, his mind was full of Yongzheng's voice and smile.

Under the clear moonlight, who misses the lover who is close at hand but can't see each other, tossing and turning?

Early the next morning, Yong Xi took Xilin Jueluo Bingchen to visit Lafayette at the Palace of Compassion and Ning, and then went to Kunning Palace to visit the emperor and empress.

"Your Majesty, look, this Bingchen is really a beauty!" The usually serious queen was holding Xilinjueluo Bingchen's hand at this moment, smiling from ear to ear.

Qianlong kept looking at Yongzheng from the corner of his eye, and nodded absently after hearing what the queen said.

"Queen, I have something to discuss with Yongzheng, you can talk here by yourselves." Qianlong frowned and stood up indifferently.

"...Yes." Although she was somewhat dissatisfied with Qianlong's indifference towards Xilinjueluo Bingchen, the queen still respectfully agreed.

"The empress's mother, my son will leave!" Yongzheng bowed slightly to the queen, then nodded to Xilin Jueluo Bingchen, followed Qianlong and turned to leave.

Xilin Jueluo Bingchen looked at the backs of Qianlong and Yongzhen, one behind the other, with complicated eyes.

"Did you have sex with her last night?" As soon as he arrived at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Qianlong pressed Yongzhen down hard, his tone full of sourness.

"Only once." Yong Xin said slowly: "If that medicine really works, she should be pregnant by now."

"Even if you are not pregnant, you are not allowed to be with her anymore!" Qianlong bit Yongzhen's earlobe and said angrily.

"En." Yongzhen nodded, buried his head in Qianlong's generous chest, and the corners of his lips curled up in a happy arc.

In Kunning Palace, the Empress is pulling Xilinjueluo Bingchen to talk.

"That kid Yongzheng is cold-tempered and doesn't know much about talking. You should be more tolerant of him, you know?"

"Well, I got it!" Bingchen nodded obediently, glanced at the queen, hesitated for a moment, and asked the question in her heart: "What is the relationship between the emperor, the twelfth master, and the emperor, Huang Ama?" Isn't it very good?"

The queen was taken aback: "Why did you think of asking this?"

"Ah, I heard from others that Huang Ama dotes on the Twelfth Master very much." Bing Chen lied without changing his expression.

"Their relationship has been very good in recent years." The queen nodded with a smile: "For the past year, Yongzheng has lived in the Hall of Mental Cultivation!"

"Yes, is it?" Bingchen's smile froze, and the vague suspicion in his heart became clearer.

"Are you afraid that Yongzheng will still live in the Hall of Mental Cultivation after he gets married?" The Queen looked at Bingchen's slightly ugly face and laughed: "Don't worry, if Yongzheng really dares to do this by then! Erniang will definitely decide for you!"

"I would like to thank Queen Mother!" Bingchen smiled jokingly, and then changed the subject indistinctly.

On the third day of the wedding, Yongzheng was sent to the household department by Qianlong to practice.The current minister of the household department is Heshen, so when Yongzheng arrives at the household department, it means he has arrived at his own home.The ministers in the court obviously also knew the twists and turns inside, and they looked at each other, which strengthened their determination to support the [-]th elder brother's ascension to the throne.

The palace secret medicine was really powerful, when two months later the imperial physician was sent to calm the liver veins, it was found that Xilin Jueluo Bingchen was two months pregnant.

This time, Lafayette and the Queen were overjoyed, gold, silver and jewelry, all kinds of top supplements were sent to Yuqing Palace like flowing water.The Ping'an pulse has even become once a day for the imperial physician to ask for.

"Is the child okay?" Yongzhen stepped into Yuqing Palace, and glanced at the imperial physician who was asking Xilin Jueluo Bingchen for a pulse.

"Back to Lord Twelfth, the little elder brother in Fujin's stomach is very good and very healthy." The imperial physician knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

"How do you know it's a little elder brother and not a little Gege?" Xilinjue Luo Bingchen smiled.

"If you go back to Fujin, I'm [-]% sure that you're pregnant with a little elder brother." The imperial physician said confidently.

"It's better like this." Yong Xin stepped into the back room slowly, feeling a little better.Of course it would be the best if I could give birth to an elder brother for the first time, but if it's Ge Ge who can't inherit the country...it's better not to.

Four months after the wedding, Yongzheng took charge of the Ministry of Punishments in addition to the Sanku of the Ministry of Households.

In five months, the "deceased" Wubeile Yongqi's son is already one year old, and Qianlong bestowed the name "Mianyi".

In the sixth month of the wedding, that is, in March of the 20th year of Qianlong, Aixinjueluo Yongzheng, the twelfth beile, was named "Prince Jia" because of his meritorious service in charge of the Ministry of Punishment and the Ministry of Households, and he was given the double king's salary.That year, he was only 15 years old, the youngest prince in the history of the Qing Dynasty.

In June of the 20th year of Qianlong, the son of Prince Jia Yongzheng was born. On the same day, he was named "Mianning" by Qianlong.When he was one year old, he made an exception and was named "Prince Jia's son" 19 years in advance (the son of the prince of the Qing Dynasty can only be named the son of the prince after passing the assessment at the age of 20).