I am Kangxi Bai Yueguang [Qing wear]

What is done in the dream,? Part of it seems to be extended to become a reality.

That makes sense.

Kangxi did not put too much energy on this small gap, he came back from the Compassionate Ning Palace with an extra light blue small white bottle in his hand.

He took out the small light blue white bottle under the pillow, and stared back and forth.

Exactly the same, there is no clue at all.

He thought,? He probably knew that Susu was hiding the secret from him in the end, and also knew,? Why was she so nervous.

When you wake up from a dream, you don't need someone to teach you, and you will learn the rules for the next dream without a teacher.

I also know what this is for.

Make a wish come true,? His wish will come true.

There are three chances in total.

And what he has now, should be the last chance, and he will never have it again.

Perhaps he survived the smallpox malaria intact,? It was not that simple,? What the imperial physician said at the time was that a miracle came from heaven, it was a miracle.

The child who was about to die, survived the smallpox malaria overnight, and possessed the immunity to fight it. Since then, this disease has never troubled him again.

Is it really a miracle?

Even the imperial physician shook his head helplessly the night before, saying that he was going to collect the body for the funeral.

The feeling of being on the verge of death that night was recalled again, and there was still a sense of coldness surrounding the whole body.

Under Liang Jiugong's puzzled gaze, Kangxi lit up the lights in broad daylight.

He stared at the fire, and there was a burst of crackling fireworks in front of his eyes.

In Zhuangshang on the outskirts of Xihuamen, the city was full of fireworks that night, and the sky was like a shooting star. Yes, it was a shooting star after the fireworks, and the real shooting star was like a full moon. It was dark yellow, so it was not Su Yang. Said the so-called light blue.

It's just the dots in the little white bottle.

When he was recalled to the palace, he was able to successfully ascend the throne as the emperor, and he was also partly lucky to have immunity against smallpox. This was also the beginning of the importance that the emperor Mama attached to him.

The Empress Mama would not allow a person who might suffer from smallpox malaria at any time in the future to sit on the throne.

Because her son Fulin, his Ama, died of smallpox, which shows how much she values ​​brothers who survived smallpox.

Since ancient times, the battle for the throne has been fought between brothers, and blood was seen by swords. However, he grew up outside the palace since he was a child, and only returned to the palace when he was nearly eight years old.

The flames in the daytime were not conspicuous, and Kangxi who stood beside the lamp did not say a word.

Liang Jiugong lowered his head in an increasingly quiet atmosphere, trying not to disturb the emperor.

After a while, he heard the voice of Long Live Lord almost hoarse.

"Show the Changchun Palace."

"Whoo."

In the Changchun Palace, Concubine Rong took the initiative to pick out the citrus, tasted it, was overwhelmed by the sweetness, and gave half of it to Su Yang: "Imperial Concubine, why do you look so sad?"

She shook her head with a smile and sighed, and took the initiative to find a reason for the imperial concubine: "Could it be that you didn't sleep well last night?"

It is true that Su Yang didn't sleep well last night, so he put some powder under his eyes this morning, unexpectedly Concubine Rong's eyes were also sharp, and she could see it.

"It's hard for my sister to be so careful."

Su Yang calmly ate the oranges delivered to his door, but the next second he was overwhelmed by the acid, and frowned directly.

Concubine Rong pretended to be distressed, and laughed at her: "Your Majesty, this concubine feels a little bit more real about you."

"How do you say this?"

Su Yang, who took a while to recover, put the citrus in his hand aside, expressing that he was listening attentively.

Concubine Rong covered her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled until the fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes.

"Being in the position, it will be revealed naturally, and it is different from the first time I saw it."

She didn't intend to chat too much on this topic, after talking in a few words, she asked, "Where's Princess?"

Su Yang was still reminiscing about the chat she had just clicked, and said casually: "I'm pestering her brother to go archery, and I should be back later."

"I didn't expect Jiaoyi Gege to like riding and shooting," Concubine Rong sighed softly, "Rong Xian didn't like it after playing two games when he was a child, but now he is buried in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting all day long, saying that it is for Lady Yu to draw well. As for a painting, the concubine, who is a mother-in-law, has to go back a little bit."

Concubine Rong was a little jealous, "Rong Xian really likes your empress, and the grown-up child can't help himself."

Su Yang scolded her: "How old is this? My sister started to think wildly. After Rong Xian learns this, she will be a talented girl in the future."

Speaking of Rong Xian, Su Yang thought of her age.

This year is ten years old. In ancient times, when women were 14 years old and Ji, they would usually choose a son-in-law from the new top scholar. If Ama Erniang was reluctant to marry her so early, she would stay for a few years.

However, the national conditions of the Qing Dynasty were somewhat different, and there were quite a few incidents of sending Ge Ge Fu Meng. According to her memory, several Ge Ge Fu Meng went, but she forgot who Rong Xian married in the end.

Do you caress...

In the late Ming Dynasty, Nurhachi married Mongolia’s daughter in order to gain Mongolia’s support so that he could attack and invade the Ming Dynasty. At that time, the Ming Dynasty was a common enemy to them, and the intermarriage between the two parties was considered close; but later Huang Taiji entered the customs , the establishment of the Qing system, the marriage of the two parties is not so pure.

They are afraid and guarded against the princess who came from Fumeng marriage, and they will not let her give birth to a child to continue the bloodline.

Even if they are pregnant, it will cause them to miscarry, this is one of them.

For the princesses of Fumeng, if the husband is an old man of four or fifty years old, when the old man dies and his son competes for the upper position, he will inherit the past even from the mother. The disgusting inheritance system is the second.

There is a huge difference in the diet between Mongolia and the Central Plains, and Su Yang realized it early on.

In addition, the women in Mongolia are all sturdy and strong, and their skin must not be very good when they are exposed to the wind and the sun. The princesses have been pampered and spoiled since childhood, so how can they suffer from this once they are petted.

Su Yang thought of his daughter.

Jiaoyi is only over one year old... If the emperor is cruel in the future and asks Jiaoyi to caress Meng, she will definitely turn his back on her.

But Rong Xian couldn't just immerse himself in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

She had to remind Concubine Rong that there might be a possibility in the future that Rong Xian would be sent to Fu Meng.

With thin arms and thin legs, the training will not be so big.

Although she treats Rong Xian as an adopted daughter, sometimes it is not just a good relationship that can turn things around.

"Rong Xian always learns piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but it won't work." Su Yang tapped the table with his fingertips, "In the future, he will become the matriarch of the family, and he will also have to take care of things. His body is very empty, and he will fall ill after a little handling. How about that?"

I don't know if Concubine Rong has received the hint from her.

Su Yang looked at her cheerful, as if she had a son and a daughter, and couldn't help but sigh.

After Concubine Rong left, Su Yang stared at the orange petals bitterly.

Duoyu came in from the outside, walked to her side in three steps and two steps, and said, "Master, why don't you eat?"

Su Yang said: "Taste it for me, are the oranges sour?"

Seeing that Duoyu was about to reach out to take it, she motioned for her to sit down and take the unpeeled one.

This is very sour, if Concubine Rong hadn't handed it over, she wouldn't have tasted it.

Duoyu nodded and sat down, took one at random, peeled it off, and tasted it, it was very sweet.

So she sent over half of the sweet oranges: "Master, try this."

Su Yang had an experience in Rong Feikeng, and watched her expression change nervously: "Is it sweet?"

Duoyu nodded vigorously: "Sweet!"

Su Yang took it with confidence, peeled off a piece and put it in his mouth, chewed it slightly, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

Ning Xia suddenly said at the door: "The slave has seen the emperor, the emperor is blessed and safe."

Duoyu jumped up from the chair, swallowed the oranges in two or three mouthfuls, almost choked and coughed, his face was flushed red, when he saw the emperor coming in, he tried his best to hold back, bent down and saluted:

"My Majesty is blessed and safe."

Kangxi went straight in, without looking at her, Duoyu glanced at the master, meeting Su Yang's gaze, she received the meaning, quietly backed away, exited the hall, and obediently closed the door.

Ning Xia pulled her to stand on the right.

Liang Jiugong stood on the left, sweeping the floating dust.

Duoyu winked: Eunuch Liang, why is the emperor here today?

Liang Jiugong: ...

How does he know this?He wants to know what Lord Long Live thinks, so naturally he doesn't need the emperor to say anything, he can handle everything properly!

Duoyu made a small "cut" sound.

Ning Xia shook her hand, signaling to be quiet, don't talk.

In the hall, Kangxi walked towards Su Yang who was sitting on the right.

On the table on the right, several golden oranges are arranged in a plate.

One or two peeled shells were randomly scattered there, Duoyu got up in a hurry and forgot to take them away.

Su Yang was still eating oranges, raised his head and smiled and said, "Why is the emperor here? I didn't say anything in advance."

Kangxi sat down in front of her and said, "I'm here to return your little bottle."

The sweet orange still in his mouth fell into his throat in an instant, Su Yang coughed, took the water handed by Kangxi, took two sips in a hurry, and then resisted the itch in his throat, and asked:

"Didn't the emperor say that it will be given in the future?"

"It's just a small bottle, I'll give it to you after a second look." Kangxi took out a box from his sleeve and opened it, "Don't you want it very much, sister?"

Su Yang reached out to take it, but he deliberately hooked it around, as if teasing her, Kangxi withdrew his hand, and returned to the table again.

Her hand speed and heart slowed down a beat at the same time. She didn't get it, and she became a little annoyed: "What are you doing?!"

"Ask my sister a question, and I will only give it after my sister answers."

Kangxi smiled, pointed his finger on the box, and closed it with a click.

"You said."

"I remember when I first met my sister, Xuan'er was suffering from malaria, and she was about to die that night... My sister said a lot of words with Xuan'er, encouraging Xuan'er to live. Did my sister firmly believe that Xuan'er would survive?" , I still want to be more comforting to me before the temporary."

"If Xuan'er dies, will my sister be sad?"

When it comes to the memory back then, Kangxi has been able to mention it lightly.

But now he is talking about that night very carefully.

He clearly had the bottom line in his heart, but he still wanted to hear her say it himself.

The gaze on the other side was scorching, as if seeing through her from beginning to end.

Su Yang took a deep breath, and said calmly: "People's willpower is very strong, and their desire to survive is even more powerful. Until the last moment, no one can determine that a person will die at a certain moment, and the imperial physician will cannot."

"Perhaps it was fate and luck that you survived."

Su Yang fed himself a mouthful of oranges, "Comfort is sometimes a kind of motivation."

The silent sigh was silent in the air, and the needle tip could be heard.

Kangxi understood what she meant, she didn't want to let herself know about it, and she didn't want the reason why she successfully survived smallpox to be related to her.

I also don't want myself to know the function of this light blue vial.

Just like when he was young, he accidentally went to the kitchen to come into contact with a kind of food - onion, the more he poked it inside, the easier it was to cry.

The current Su Yang, after being pulled away layer by layer without defense, reveals the softest inside, silently guarding the last bottom line.

As long as he touches it lightly, the thorns will be pierced into the flesh.

If the stabbing was deep, the venom would flow into the internal organs along the blood vessels and return to the heart, causing him excruciating pain.

Kangxi gently pushed the box under his hand, and said softly, "Sister, I will return it to you."

Su Yang took the box suspiciously and opened it.

Seeing that the things inside were put there properly, he was relieved to be indiscernible.

The stagnant and gloomy atmosphere was swept away, and as if she had been pardoned, she showed the most sincere smile in the past two days, and asked him kindly: "Do you want to eat oranges?"

Seeing him nodding, Su Yang fed the half of the orange he just picked up in his hand into his mouth with lightning speed.

Seeing the emperor contentedly, she frowned almost instantly, for the first time she was so sour that she lost her grace.

"How about it, is it sour?!"

Su Yang stared at him and asked impatiently.

Kangxi bluntly blamed the deer for a horse, pursed his slightly sour lips, and said solemnly: "Sweet, it's too sweet."

The author has something to say: the flag is down, and the patch will continue to move back.

Good night~