[Qing Chuan] The daily life of the seven princes

Yinyou rubbed his stomach and got up to put on his clothes: "When is dinner, I'm hungry."

It's normal for him to be hungry, most of the time he's in a state where he thinks he's hungry and needs to eat.

The imperial concubine sighed, the education of children who are tired of studying is really a headache. No matter how many literati and scholars he associates with, he can always find a reason for himself not to want to study.

After getting dressed, Yinyou was brought to the table by Er Niang, and the imperial concubine continued to try to reason with him: "Although there is no distinction between high and low in making friends, you can make friends with the royal family and nobles, and you can also make friends with celebrities all over the world, but Friends always talk about similar interests, right?"

Hearing what E Niang said, Yinyou suddenly remembered that Nalan once mentioned his friendship with Cao Yin and Zhang Chunxiu, and said such a sentence: "We don't treat each other with respect, but with poetry, calligraphy and painting appreciation."

He told Eniang this story and the story of Nalan, Cao Yin and Zhang Chunxiu comparing themselves to "Three Friends of Suihan".

Nalan is the son of Mingxiang, who has power over the government and the public. He is a noble son who "cooks oil with fire, and flowers bloom with brocade". Cao Yin and Zhang Chunxiu were born in a coat. Break through the identity gap through poetry, calligraphy and painting, and become best friends.

Perhaps the imperial concubine took her own mother's filter, she always thought that her son was much smarter than other children.

This is not only reflected in the extraordinary memory, but also in the logical thinking ability.

According to her observation, the average child does not know how to express causality until about six years old, but before that, they can only understand juxtaposition.

But Yinyou is different, he knew how to think very early, and would keep asking why.Especially when he was going to be beaten after being mischievous, the logic was so strong that adults couldn't find his fault for a while.

The son was thinking about this question seriously, and the imperial concubine was very pleased. He continued, "Mr. Nalan not only has extremely high literary attainments, but his noble character is also worthy of your study."

Yinyou started to ask again: "What is noble character?"

The imperial concubine hugged him: "Son, when you get along with people, don't look at how he treats people who are higher than him. Instead, look at his attitude towards those who are not as high as him. You are in a high position. The child that Ama, Erniang and Ukuma are holding in their hands will always be supported by someone who says nice things to you, but they may not be sincere."

Yinyou nodded: "Understood, that turtle... Uncle, I don't think he is sincere."

The imperial concubine was going to be laughed to death by him: "He may not be sincere to others, but he must be sincere to you, because you are my son. But it is your choice whether to get close to him, and I will not interfere."

"Hey!" The little guy lowered his head and played with the webbing around his waist. "He always said something I couldn't understand, and said that the whole Tong family depended on me. How could that work? I can't be trusted."

The imperial concubine laughed and pinched his little nose: "That's right, I also think you are not very reliable, luckily I don't have an oxygen tube and I need you to pull it out hahahahaha~"

The little guy immediately went to pinch Enniang's face: "Don't laugh, what's so funny. I'm so small, I'm a child, so of course I can't be relied on. When I grow up, practice my kung fu well, and become Batulu, I can be relied on!" "

The imperial concubine hugged him and kissed his forehead and face: "You don't want to grow up, Er Niang doesn't want you to grow up, she just hopes that time stays in the present, seeing that you will always be carefree, it would be better if you were less naughty." gone."

It is impossible to be less mischievous. There are so many strange ideas in the little guy's mind, which will pop up from time to time.

During the dinner, Kangxi didn't move his chopsticks much, the imperial concubine quickly found out that something was wrong, and asked him what was wrong, but Kangxi waved his hand, expressing that he had no appetite.

What are you waiting for, hurry up and declare the imperial physician.

This is Jiangning, more than 1000 kilometers away from Beijing. They took two imperial physicians with them when they went out this time. The emperor fell ill here, so it would be troublesome.

Yinyou saw Erniang helping Ama to go to the bedroom at the back, and the prince also anxiously followed in. The little guy held a spoon and looked at the meal he had just eaten at the beginning, with a rather tangled expression.

In the end, the concern for Ama outweighed the temptation of delicious food, and the little guy was about to put down the spoon, so he followed in to have a look.Wei Zhu immediately approached him and said in a low voice, "Seventh elder brother, the imperial concubine asks you not to follow and continue eating."

When Yinyou looked up, he saw that the prince had also returned.The two brothers sat at the table, eye to eye.

Yinyou asked: "It's Er Niang who won't let you in."

The prince nodded: "The imperial concubine said she would take care of Ama Khan, let me come over and take you to eat first."

The little guy didn't struggle much, he picked out the meat in the bowl and ate it without hesitation: "Emiang is worried that Ama is sick and will infect you."

"Contagion?" The prince had never heard of this new vocabulary.

Yinyou swallowed what was in his mouth before seriously explaining to him: "It's just that Ama will make you sick."

This is the knowledge the little guy has learned from many illnesses. In the past, no matter whether it was Yinzhen's illness or his illness, the imperial concubine would separate the two of them to avoid cross-infection.

When the seasons change, or when many people in the palace have cold symptoms, the imperial concubine will also restrict his movements and prevent him from running around.

The prince touched his little head: "Sometimes I really envy Xiao Qi."

"Huh?" Xiaotuanzi didn't understand, "Brother Prince is the most powerful kid I've ever seen, how can you envy others?"

The crown prince caught him a piece of squirrel fish. When Khan Ama was around, the two of them would not dare to chat so unscrupulously at the dinner table: "I have never seen Er Niang since I was a child, and no one taught me this."

So, Yinyou also gave him a piece of salted duck: "Oh, how about this, since you are my elder brother, then my mother-in-law is your mother-in-law."

This logic sounds as if there is nothing wrong with it.When the prince was in the palace, he didn't have much contact with the imperial concubine, but these days when he was out, he also felt that the imperial concubine was good, taking care of his diet and daily life, and caring about his body.He often needs to read in the room alone, and the imperial concubine always remembers to send tea, fruit and snacks, and asks him to rest more.

If he wanted the imperial concubine to be his mother-in-law, there was only one way—Khan Ama made her his queen.

However, the Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager, and many ministers in the court all mentioned this matter to Khan Ama, but Ama remained unmoved, which proves that Ama has no such plan.

As a prince, he naturally would not make such a request to Ama.

Yinyou took a bite of the squirrel fish, which tasted sweet and sour, because it was deep-fried, it was crispy and tender, the little guy was very satisfied after taking a bite, and his eyes narrowed: "Woooooo~~It's so delicious! I want to stay in Jiangning, I want to eat squirrel fish every day."

"..."

The prince's mood was originally shrouded in Khan Amaron's body-like worries, but he couldn't laugh or cry when he interrupted him like this.

Wipe the sauce off his mouth with a handkerchief: "When you were in Yizhou, you said you would stay there to eat fresh fish from the Yellow River; when you were in Suzhou, you wanted to stay there and eat Su-style dim sum; I eat fresh food from Taihu Lake, and now I want to stay in Jiangning to eat squirrel fish..."

The little guy buried his head in eating the duck leg again: "Ama said that Daqing is so big, I think, every place has different delicious food, when I grow up, I must eat them all!"

At a young age, he made a great wish to "eat all over the Qing Dynasty". The prince looked at him with a "motherly" smile on his face, thinking: "My brother is a little stupid, but he is so stupid. so cute."

"Don't go anywhere, just stay in the capital, and let the imperial dining room make it for you wherever you want to eat food."

Yinyou waved his hand: "That's different."

The prince asked, "What's the difference?"

Xiaotuanzi was stunned suddenly, holding a duck leg in his hand and a piece of torn duck meat in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the front.

He was also thinking about what was different, but he couldn't figure out why, but he just felt different.

"This squirrel fish is Jiangning's delicacy, and the imperial chef of the imperial dining room didn't come to Jiangning with us, how could he cook it?"

The prince thought for a while, and it seemed to be the reason, so he said again: "Then we can bring a cook from Jiangning back to cook squirrel fish for you."

"No, no!" Yinyou waved his hand, "I want to eat squirrel fish today, and Dingsheng cake tomorrow, so I have to bring a chef from Suzhou back. The Forbidden City can't accommodate it!"

"Hahahahahahahaha!" The prince never expected that he had already started to worry about the delicious food to the problem that the Forbidden City couldn't accommodate so many cooks.

Xiaotuanzi's thoughts are always unconstrained, his world is always so simple, the most worrying thing every day is what to eat, what to play, and nothing else.

After dinner, the two brothers came to Kangxi's bedroom in the back hand in hand.After all, Ama is a relative, and she didn't pick it up from the side of the road. If she is sick, she still needs to see it.

Not only the two children, but Kangxi's physical condition also affected the hearts of countless ministers. Mingzhu and Tong Guowei waited outside the courtyard for a long time, looking anxious.

The prince walked past the two of them without squinting. Every time he saw these ministers discussing politics, the prince could not help but think of Suo'etu.

Tong Guowei is now more and more trusted by Kangxi, but he is a person who knows how to measure. Even if he goes out with the emperor, he can always see his daughter and grandson.But he never got in touch with her in private, and he didn't even have a word with the imperial concubine alone. He also watched Yinyou from afar, and never came forward to chat.

For this alone, Kangxi was more satisfied with his uncle than he was with Mingzhu and Suo'etu.

Yinyou turned his head and looked at them both curiously, one was Rong Ruo's Ama, and the other was his mother's Ama, but to him, they were both old men with a sense of distance, and they couldn't be friendly.

In the final analysis, the essence of the little guy is to judge people by appearance, he only likes beautiful women, and he doesn't like bad old men.

After the diagnosis and treatment by the imperial concubine and two imperial physicians, Kangxi's health was fine.It's just that Jiangning is different from the capital city. The climate in the south is humid, not drier than in the north. The emperor is a little unaccustomed to the water and soil, and the damp evil traps the spleen, which leads to loss of appetite and sleepiness.

Although he wasn't seriously ill, Kangxi didn't seem to be in very good spirits. He was carrying a memorial on the bedside with a memorial in his hand.

The imperial concubine stood aside, looked at the prescriptions prescribed by the two imperial physicians, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, she asked them to decoct the medicine.

Yinyou followed the prince's brother to greet Ama, Kangxi waved, called the prince to the bed, and put the memorial in his hand aside: "Have you finished reading today's book?"

The prince nodded: "Huihan Ama, I've finished reading."

"Which one did you read?"

The prince replied, "The Internal Rules."

This is an article describing the rules of etiquette in the family, how to serve parents, honor parents-in-law, and the diet system, etc.

Kangxi smiled rarely: "Xiaoqi should memorize this article and study hard."

At this time, the little guy had already taken off his boots and climbed onto Amma's bed, lying on Amma's chest, and touched his face with his hand: "Ama, you didn't eat anything for dinner, are you hungry?"

In normal times, Kangxi would reprimand his youngest son for not understanding the rules and tell him to stand down and stand up.

But I don't know if he was sick today, and his heart softened a lot. Instead of scolding him, he hugged the little guy and answered his question lovingly: "Ama is not hungry."

"Ama is lying!" The little guy rubbed his stomach, because he had only eaten for a long time, and it was still bulging, "Xiaoqi will starve if he doesn't eat a meal."

Kangxi laughed loudly: "That's you, you little greedy cat."

For the little greedy cat, eating is the most important thing in life. He is so small, he will feel uncomfortable if he does not eat a meal, but Amma is so big, because he has not eaten, so he can't use his strength, so he can only lie on the bed.

The little guy leaned against Ama's chest, his hands were not idle, he touched the button of Ama's chest for a while, and looked at the Dongzhu on Ama's braid for a while: "Let my mother do it for you, every time Xiaoqi If you are sick, Erniang will make delicious food for Xiaoqi."

"Oh?" Kangxi raised his head with great interest, and looked at the imperial concubine, "Then it's hard for my cousin."

At this time, the imperial concubine also happened to raise her head to look at them, but she didn't blame her son for doing the work for her. Anyway, she planned to cook some porridge with some appetizers.

"Go here."

The imperial concubine left, and the two sons were left by the bedside to accompany Kangxi. It was rare for him to put aside the government affairs and enjoy the warmth between father and son for a moment.

Kangxi asked his younger son: "Xiaoqi, do you still remember the "Bodhisattva Man" that the prince taught you to memorize last time?"

The little guy nodded: "Remember!"

"Recite it to Ama."

"Everyone says Jiangnan is good, but tourists only like Jiangnan old people. The spring water is as clear as the sky, and the boats are painted to listen to the rain and sleep. The people around me are like the moon, and the white wrists are covered with frost and snow. If you are not old, don't go back to your hometown, and you will have to break your heart when you go back to your hometown."

Kangxi asked again: "Do you know what it means?"

Yinyou shook his head: "I don't know."

Kangxi glanced at the eldest son next to him again: "Tell him about it."

After all, the crown prince is the prince of a country who will leave the cabinet to give lectures in the future. He has been required to explain a subset of classics and history since he was a child. Naturally, it is no problem to teach a poem to his younger brother.

After hearing this, Yinyou fell into deep thought. After a while, he said, "I think this is about Ziqing."

At this time, Cao Yin was walking in from the door, and first greeted the emperor.Kangxi was informal at this time, he waved his hand and asked him to get up and sit casually.

Sit casually and sit casually, Cao Yin was not polite to him, sat down on the edge of the bed, and tried the temperature of his forehead: "Fortunately, there is no fever."

Kangxi nodded, and replied casually: "The imperial doctor has looked at it, and said it's not acclimatized, it's nothing serious."

After he said that, Cao Yin felt relieved, and went to look at the little guy in his arms again: "Seventh brother, how can I have such a good life, lying on the painting boat listening to the rain and falling asleep."

Kangxi teased him: "Did you lie down on the painted boats on the Qinhuai River?"

There are golden powder towers, talents and celebrities, poetry singing, and beautiful women as companions. It is really a good place to relieve worries.

Cao Yin glanced at him without changing his face: "Your Majesty, please be careful when you speak, I am at home, Ding You."

This is the friendship between the two milk brothers. When Kangxi was still the third elder brother, Cao Yin was with him. Then, when he entered the palace at the age of 16, the two got along day and night. No matter where Kangxi went, Cao Yin was bound to be by his side. , it can be said that the degree of intimacy with the emperor is not inferior to any empress in the harem.

Talking in private is more casual, and there are not so many courtesies of monarchs and ministers.

Kangxi sneered: "Stop being prudish here."

Cao Yin said with a smile: "The emperor has prejudice against me, I have always been a decent person."

The two of them quarreled, the prince had heard it all since he was a child, and he was not surprised, but now he was sitting aside with downcast eyes, thinking about his homework these days.

Yinyou frowned, and suddenly said to Cao Yin: "Why did you talk to my ama? There are no rules. Be careful that I spank your ass."

As soon as he said this, the three people next to him were very happy.Kangxi rubbed his son's forehead with his chin: "Xiaoqi said to beat him, then ask someone to beat him!"

Cao Yin went to pull the little guy's arm, and said eagerly: "Seventh elder brother, you are not kidding, he is really going to hit me."

Yinyou blinked: "Spanking?"

Kangxi nodded: "Yes, spanking, beat him with a stick until he couldn't get out of bed."

Yinyou was terrified, he thought it was like Ama usually scolded him for not knowing the rules, he just slapped his butt twice, but he didn't expect to beat Ziqing with a stick instead.

God!Didn't Rong Ruo say that Ama is the most beloved Ziqing? Why did she beat him so hard?Ziqing is so pitiful.Others think that Ama treats him very well, but in fact Ama wants to beat him with a stick every day.

Kangxi, Cao Yin and Yinreng were all paying attention to the little guy's face at this time, seeing that he was happy like a little fool at first, but the smile on his face gradually froze, and then he showed surprise, and his eyes were full of fear And self-blame, I don't know what a wonderful drama is staged in my heart.

The little guy suddenly hugged Ama's arm: "Don't hit, don't hit, he didn't mean it, please forgive him."

Kangxi frowned; "Didn't you ask me to beat you?"

"I..." Little Cutie buried her face in Ama's chest, and said sullenly, "I just want to scare him."

Kangxi caressed his back: "It's you who beat him, and you who begged for mercy."

Yinyou leaned on Ama's chest, and stretched out his hand to Cao Yin: "I only said to beat lightly, not with a stick."

Cao Yin held his little hand, the flesh was white and soft, and there were round depressions at the metacarpophalangeal joints, tightly holding his fingers.

Kangxi turned to look at him, smiling complacently: "How about it, it's cute. Oh! You didn't."

Cao Yin laughed, wondering what his son had to show off.

After a while, the imperial concubine came back, and the maid behind her brought some porridge and side dishes.Seeing a few people beside the bed chatting with the emperor, they seem to be in better spirits.

Kangxi got out of bed and came to the table, Yinyou also followed, lying on the edge of the table to look at the millet porridge in the casserole, and then at the few side dishes on the plate.

When the imperial concubine saw him salivating, she knew that the little guy was hungry again.

He had just had dinner not long ago, and his belly was still bulging, so he decided not to eat any more.But let him stand by and watch, and don't give him food, he will cry in a while, and he will have to be beaten.

So the imperial concubine planned to call Zhao Cheng in and take Brother Seven to play elsewhere.

Cao Yin saw that the imperial concubine had returned, and it was inconvenient for him to stay here, so he took the initiative to stand up: "It's better to let the servant take the seventh elder brother out."

I don’t know if Cao Yin and Xiaoqi were just singing and teasing. Kangxi feels much better now. Looking at the clear vegetable porridge in the porcelain bowl and the red, green and green salad in the small plate, it seems that there is some excitement. appetite.

He waved his hand: "Go, don't be too late, send him back to rest earlier."

"Yes."

Cao Yin brought Yinyou out, and the late autumn night was still a bit chilly.Cao Yin fastened the cloak for him, and led him through the corridor, through the arch, to the backyard.

Yinyou asked curiously: "Where are we going?"

"Take you somewhere."

Yinyou immediately became interested: "Is it fun?"

Cao Yin sighed softly: "It's not very fun."

Yinyou: "..."

He followed Cao Yin to the other courtyard behind, walked through ponds, gardens and rockery, and came to a pavilion.

There was a big tree beside the pavilion, its luxuriant branches stretched out, densely covering the pavilion.

Cao Yin asked him: "Seventh elder brother, do you know what kind of tree that is?"

Yinyou shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

Cao Yin raised his head, and when a gust of wind came, the yellowed branches and leaves of the tree fell down: "This is a neem tree. When I was four years old, my father took the job of weaving in Jiangning, and our whole family followed him here."

He took Yinyou into the pavilion: "In that year, he planted this tree with his own hands. Later, the tree grew up, and I grew up, so he built the pavilion under the tree. He usually taught me here. Read and practice calligraphy."

This sounds like a warm and sad story.Although Cao Yin is not a direct descendant, he is the eldest son. He has been extremely intelligent since he was a child, and Cao Xi has always been proud of him as a genius in others' mouths.

The world only knows that Nalan Chengde passed the provincial examination, but they don't know that 15-year-old Cao Yin also passed the provincial examination in the same year as him.

The 15-year-old boy returned to Beijing alone, not in high spirits, hoping to pass the imperial examination step by step to high school, and then become an official.

However, in the second year after he passed the provincial examination, Kangxi kept him by his side as a Luan Yiwei and Zhengbai Banner Drum Assistant Leader.In the eyes of outsiders, it is such an honor for him to be favored by Kangxi at such a young age.

But who knows, not being able to pass the imperial examination is his biggest regret in this life.Nalan was able to get a Jinshi and rank, but he could only be a servant of the Xinjueluo family for the rest of his life.

Nalan didn't want to be a follower, so why would Cao Yin be willing to be a follower for ten years.His frustration is no less than that of Nalan, but Nalan is a noble son and has the right to express his unhappiness. He doesn't have it. He is just a slave in clothes. He has received the grace of the emperor and has to smile at the Lord Long Live every day. Welcome.

The moonlight cast down through the luxuriant branches and leaves, mottled spots of light fell on Cao Yin's body, he was standing in the pavilion, his face was shrouded in shadow, he couldn't see clearly, but he was tall and straight, tall and tall.

Yinyou was very ignorant of what he said about the past, and it was precisely because his children couldn't understand that Cao Yin told him.

Ever since Jiang Ning reunited last night, Yinyou felt that Cao Yin's temperament was quite different from what he used to be in the capital. Tonight, he felt that the gloomyness revealed by him was no less than that of Rong Ruo, but he usually hid it too well. Don't easily show your heart to others.

Yinyou turned in front of him, climbed onto the railing with both hands and feet, then lost his center of gravity, and threw himself on Cao Yin.

This frightened Cao Yin out of his wits, and he quickly caught him in his arms and hugged him: "Seventh elder brother, let me tell you, if you fall, your Ama can let someone beat me to pieces with a stick."

Yinyou smiled at him, and hugged his neck tightly with his small hands. In fact, he was quite frightened, but he had safely fallen into Ziqing's arms, and he instantly forgot the fright just now.

"Ziqing..."

The little guy leaned on Cao Yin's shoulder and called him softly.

"What's the matter?" Cao Yin tidied up his hat and cape that were blown by the wind.

Yinyou straightened his back, holding his face in his small hands: "Don't follow Rong Ruo's example."

"Oh?" Cao Yin was surprised, "What should I learn from him?"

Yinyou pouted: "Don't be unhappy learning from him, learn something better."

Cao Yin smiled and said, "What good things can I learn from him?"

Yinyou thought about it, this question was a bit difficult, he couldn't think of it, but he was still working hard.Cao Yin stroked his eyebrows: "Don't think about it if you can't think of it, maybe he just has nothing to recommend?"

Yinyou's eyes suddenly brightened: "I thought of it!"

Cao Yin was also curious: "What?"

"He looks good!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Cao Yin hugged him, the gloomy mood just now was swept away, and he couldn't stop laughing, "What? Brother Seven thinks that I am not as good-looking as he is?"

Yinyou waved his hands immediately: "No, you look good too!"

Both of them are the faces of Kangxi, can they not look good?

Cao Yin nodded in satisfaction: "It's not too bad."

Yinyou looked at him secretly, and added cautiously: "But I think Rong Ruo looks better."

Cao Yin: "..."

"Hmph!" Cao Zuoling got angry, "What's so interesting about him looking at horses?"

"Cut!" There was another sneer from behind the two of them, and then the person identified by Yinyou as more beautiful said, "You are a dog hugger, where can you see?"

Cao Yin turned around, and the two looked at each other with a smile, as if they had seen each other when they first entered the palace ten years ago, one watched the horse, the other hugged the dog, the horse and the dog guard laughed at each other.

Yinyou tilted his head and asked, "What do you call a horse watcher, and what do you call a dog hugger?"

The two Luanyi guards exposed each other's dark history in front of a three-year-old little prince, and Nalan was defeated in the end.

After all, he was really a horse Cao in the Yumajian, and Cao Yin just hugged the dog for Kangxi, mocking himself as a dog supervisor.

It just so happened that Nalan was here tonight, so Cao Yin asked his servants to light the lamps, and brought the Four Treasures of the Study and put them on the stone table: "Since you're here, do something for me."

Nalan looked at him with a smile: "What are you doing?"

Cao Yin put Yinyou down, took a roll of paper handed over by his servants, and unfolded it for Nalan to see. It was a few paintings, all of which were the pavilion where they were standing, and the signatures below were all He is a well-known scholar in the south of the Yangtze River.There are several inscriptions at the back, including Gu Zhenguan's name.

Nalan raised his head and looked at Cao Yin: "This..."

Cao Yin smiled a bit reservedly: "This pavilion and this neem tree carry many memories of me and him, and I want to commemorate him in this way."

This "he" refers to his father Cao Xi.

Nalan nodded, picked up the pen, and first wrote an inscription "Cao Sikong's Hands Planting Neem Trees" for his "Neem Pavilion", and then wrote "Manjianghong".

One of the lines, "Be more talented and talented, and be able to be gifted when you climb high." is his most pertinent evaluation of Cao Yin, who is holding a dog.

Although Yinyou tried his best to stand aside and watch, but he was illiterate, and he didn't know what Rong Ruo wrote after reading it for a long time.

Later, Cao Yin recited the song "Manjianghong", and he silently remembered it in his heart.

By the time Nalan finished writing, it was already a bit late.Cao Yin remembered Kangxi's order, and urged: "Hurry up, send this little ancestor back to rest."

Nalan wrote a poem and a short composition for him eloquently, and he is about to see off the guests without even taking a sip of tea.

"Cao Lixuan, let's end our friendship here. We will pretend we don't know each other when we meet again."

Cao Yin smiled: "Okay, you send Brother Seven back first."

Nalan glared at him: "Why don't you send it yourself? Isn't this the task entrusted to you by the emperor?"

"You drop by, saving me an extra trip."

Yinyou stood between the two of them, looked to the left and then to the right, quietly got down from the stone bench, and walked out of the pavilion by himself: "Don't send it off, I'll go back by myself, so I won't bother you two." seat."

Oh, the little guy got angry, Cao Yin asked the boy to put away his things, and he and Nalan hurried to catch up.

The autumn is high and crisp, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and there are one or two insects in the grass from time to time. The three of them walk side by side in the garden.

Yinyou first raised his left hand to pull Cao Yin, and then raised his right hand to pull Ranalan. The dog hugger and the horse watcher took his hand at the same time.

After a while, at the request of the little cutie, the two held his arms at the same time, let his feet hang in the air, and carried him forward.

The little guy flew up happily, and the more he played, the more excited he became. When he returned to the gate of the courtyard where he and the imperial concubine lived, his hat was crooked and his cloak was loose.

Cao Yin patted him on the shoulder: "I'll tell you something."

"What?" Yinyou pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

Cao Yin said with a smile: "In the past, Brother Cheng named his collection of words "Side Hat". Do you know why?"

Yinyou had never heard of this allusion, so he didn't understand it, so he shook his head and asked cooperatively, "Why?"

"Because he also thinks he is good-looking, and he calls himself Dugu Lang with a side hat."

"Look for a fight!" Nalan kicked him without saying a word.Cao Yin quickly dodged to the side.

Yinyou knocked on his head, what happened to the side hat, he found that he needed to learn too much.

Li Xi had been waiting for Yinyou to come back, and when he heard the movement, he greeted him out of the yard, and almost bumped into Cao Yin, who couldn't dodge in time, and quickly dodged aside.

Cao Yin took two steps back, apologized generously, and bid farewell to the little guy with Rong Ruo, and the two left together.

When the two of them were far away, Li Xi stood up and hurriedly pulled Yinyou back, and couldn't help scolding him softly: "I didn't remember to come back after running out so late at night, let's see if the mother doesn't spank your little butt."

Yinyou raised his head, and looked at her carefully under the moonlight: "Aunt Xi, you seem to be blushing again."

Li Xi led him into the room expressionlessly: "No."

At this time, Nanny Sun also greeted her from the side: "Brother is back."

Li Xi said with a sullen face: "If you don't come back, be careful to be caught by Grandma Wolf!"

Her tone was so fierce that when Yinyou heard Grandma Lang, she took half a step back and leaned into Nanny Sun's arms.

Grandma Sun put her arms around him, and coaxed him like a baby: "Don't be afraid, brother, there is no grandma wolf. If he dares to come, Mammy will beat him away."

Yinyou looked at Nanny Sun, and suddenly remembered something. When he entered the room, he suddenly asked, "Mother Sun, your surname is Sun, and Ziqing's mother is also surnamed Sun, do you know each other?"

"Of course, that's my real aunt."

"Oh~" Yinyou nodded, not surprised at all, anyway, after a rough calculation, everyone seems to be relatives, so they can't figure it out.

But Li Xi, for some reason, turned around and left the house: "I'm going to fetch water."

Yinyou stared at her back thoughtfully: "Something is wrong with her tonight, did someone bully her?"

As soon as the words fell, the little butt was hit by something, and Er Niang's soft reprimand immediately rang in his ears: "You are not right, what time is it, your Ama has already rested, and you are still outside. "

Yinyou hurriedly covered his little butt and turned around, looking at Eniang in shock and anger: "You..."

Seeing his grievance, Sun Nanny's heart ached so badly, she hugged him and looked up and down: "It hurts, let Nanny see it!"

She also complained to the imperial concubine indiscriminately: "Your Majesty! Our brother is small and weak, so you should be gentle."

Her words made the imperial concubine speechless, she held a book in her hand, how hard could it be, and it hurt him?

This kid is getting better at acting now.

The imperial concubine threw down her books and searched for something convenient throughout the room.I looked around, but couldn't find anything that could hit a child.

Yinyou was also a little flustered, afraid of being beaten, but felt that he had done nothing wrong.So she stepped forward and hugged Eniang's hand confidently.

The imperial concubine asked him: "You are becoming more and more unruly when you go out, and you don't stay at home at night, are you going out to be a wild child?"

"Wild child?" Yinyou rolled his eyes, "What is a wild child?"

"If you throw you out and don't want you, you will become a wild child."

Yinyou bit her lower lip, not forgetting to think about her mother: "Then you won't have such a cute baby as me."

The imperial concubine sneered: "I'll pick up another one."

"Oh! That's also a wild child thrown out by someone else's mother."

"..."

well said!The imperial concubine began to look around again, looking for something that could swell her buttocks.

Yinyou stopped her, with a more fierce tone than her: "You can hit if you want to, don't...don't use a stick..."