[Qing Chuan] The daily life of the seven princes

Yinyou still insists on going to Qianqing Palace to study with Yinzhen every day, rain or shine, and is more active than Yinzhen, a real student.

Kangxi did not spend much time teaching his children. He was busy with government affairs, sometimes he had to meet courtiers, sometimes he needed to review memorials, and sometimes he needed to deal with clan affairs...

Therefore, most of the time, Yinzhen studied alone in the side hall of Hongde Hall, either reviewing what Khan Ama had said, or copying calligraphy.

At this time, Yinyou would take the opportunity to sneak into the yard to play.

He had endless fun by himself, watching ladybugs crawl on leaves and counting their spots, watching a colony of ants struggle to carry food many times their body weight, and admiring the fall flowers in the yard , picking up fallen leaves of various shapes...

At this time, the little eunuch named Zhao Cheng will always be on his side, worrying that he will be thirsty, tired, hungry, or that he will fall, and he is even more meticulous than Li Xi.

Of course, Yinyou's favorite thing is to find Cao Yin and Nalan Chengde.These two people also like to tease him very much. I always feel that Brother Qi is different from other princes, and it is very interesting to tease him.

Usually, Nalan Chengde likes to teach him to recite some poems by hand. Children of this age are practicing mechanical memory. Yinyou seems to be smarter than other children, and they can recite them after listening to them only once or twice.

But he doesn't like reciting poems, he wants to practice Kung Fu.

Since Rong Ruo and Ziqing are the imperial bodyguards protecting Ama, they must be very skilled.

The little guy got a little impatient when he recited two more Tang poems, hugged Nalan's arm, and looked at him with big watery eyes: "Rong Ruorong, I don't want to recite poems, I want to learn Kung Fu, I want to be Batu Lu!"

Nalan Chengde is extremely good-looking, with the arrogance of a nobleman in his bones, but because of many changes over the years, he looks a bit gloomy.

He touched Yinyou's head and sighed: "But Batulu also wants to read and write."

Yinyou raised his head to look at him, and asked curiously, "What's the use of reading and writing?"

Nalan pondered for a moment, then showed a helpless wry smile. He didn't know whether he was asking Yinyou or himself: "Yes, what's the use of reading and writing?"

Cao Yin, who was sitting on the other side, glared at him: "Don't let the person inside hear what you said."

Nalan sat there quietly and stopped talking.

Yinyou raised his head and looked around, but couldn't understand what kind of riddle they were playing.

At this time, Cao Yin found out an oiled paper bag from nowhere, which aroused Qi's curiosity again. Before the little guy saw what was inside, he sniffed and already smelled the aroma.

Cao Yin opened the oiled paper bag, and the triangles of dough inside were golden in color and had the smell of scallion oil, which was something Yinyou had never eaten before.

Cao Yin handed the oiled paper bag to him and coaxed him: "Try it."

Yinyou stretched out Xiaoyuan's hand, but before touching any delicious food, Cao Yin retracted his hand again: "There is a condition, you will recite poems seriously after eating."

Yinyou supported his chin with one hand, and said like a little adult: "Then...after reciting poems, learn kung fu."

Yinyou learned and applied it flexibly. As soon as Cao Yin finished speaking, he also talked about the conditions with the other party.

"It's a deal!" Cao Yin pushed the oiled paper bag over again, "Try it quickly, it's crispy and delicious, it's so delicious, adults and children in the capital are all crying."

When he spoke, his eyebrows were flying, like a boss shouting in front of a food stall.

Yinyou picked the biggest piece out of it, but didn't eat it.

Cao Yin was about to say, "Eat it, eat it, you won't forget it after one bite", when the little guy turned around, handed the contents to Nalan's lips involuntarily, and looked at him seriously: "Rong Ruo, You eat! Don't be unhappy after eating."

"..."

The two adults next to him were taken aback, they didn't expect a child under three years old to be so keenly aware of other people's emotions.

Nalan and Cao Yin looked at each other, then lowered their heads to look at Yinyou, the child raised his head and looked at him, his eyes were full of sunshine, and his innocent smile had the magic power to melt people's hearts.

As if he had been bewitched, he really opened his mouth, and took the fried triangle into his mouth with the child's little hand.

"Tsk tsk~~" Cao Yin said sourly from the side, "Seventh elder brother only likes Rong Ruo, not Ziqing, okay, okay, I'm redundant, let's go."

"Ziqing don't go!" Yinyou stood up, put his arms around his neck, and stuffed one into his mouth: "I like Ziqing too."

Nalan had a hearty smile on his face, stretched out his hand, passed Yinyou, and gave Cao Yin a gentle push: "When did you buy this thing, it's not fragile anymore."

Cao Yin also chewed a few times, nodded: "I bought it on the side of the road when I entered the palace in the morning, so it's not very crispy."

Yinyou was also about to try one, but Cao Yin wrapped it in oil paper and stuffed it into his clothes: "You are so small and have a weak stomach, so don't eat it."

Yinyou pitifully raised a finger and begged, "Eat one."

Cao Yin shook his head: "No."

Unwilling to give up, Yinyou hugged Cao Yin's arm coquettishly: "One bite, just one bite."

Cao Yin stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes: "Not even a single bite."

This time, before he could retract his hand, Yinyou opened his mouth and bit his finger.

The little guy's eyes were ferocious, and he bit his finger with some strength, then licked it with his little tongue, and then let go.

Cao Yin withdrew his finger and saw a small tooth mark on it.

Looking back, Brother Seven was already sitting on Nalan's lap, and smiled sweetly at him: "One mouthful, one mouthful, one mouthful."

Nalan couldn't help scratching his chin: "I'll bring you candied haws next time."

At this time, Long Kedo happened to pass by, and seeing Yinyou mixed with Cao Yin and Nalan again, he felt a little sour in his heart, and insisted on going over to tease his little nephew.

"Whatever Seventh Brother wants to eat, you can let the imperial dining room cook it. There are also small kitchens in the Palace of Compassion and Peace, and the small kitchens of the Palace of Chengqian. You should eat less food outside the palace. Besides, this is not in accordance with the rules. If the emperor knows It's..."

Yinyou didn't like his eccentric tone when he spoke, so he pouted and glared at him: "Go away!"

Long Kedo was so cute by his expression, he bent his index finger to scratch his nose.

Yinyou turned his head, buried his small face in Nalan's arms, and gave his uncle the back of his head.

Cao Yin rolled his eyes at Long Kedo, and said in an annoyed way: "I remember you were on duty in the South Study Room today, so you're so free?"

Long Kedo was bored, so he turned around and left disgruntled.

He just couldn't figure it out, if the Cao family, who was born in Baoyi, wanted to attach himself to a certain prince early in order to seek future glory, it was barely justified.

Nalan Chengde didn't try to curry favor with their elder brother, but instead curry favor with the seventh elder brother, a little baby who was not weaned. What was his plan?

Yinyou lived a fulfilling life in Qianqing Palace every day. Either Cao Yin and Nalan taught him to recite poems and practice kung fu, or he went to his Ama's bedroom to look at the sword.

Kangxi has long heard Wei Zhu say that Brother Qi likes the sword in his bedroom very much, and has taken it off several times without authorization.

Kangxi recalled the origin of the sword. One year before Yinyou was born, he was depressed because of the successive death of two empresses, and he traveled around the outskirts of the capital with a group of ministers and guards.

This sword was obtained from a Taoist temple in the deep mountains. The sword body was inlaid with seven copper nails, so it was named "Seven Stars".

The Taoist said that hanging the Seven Star Sword in the house can drive away evil spirits and keep the house, so he hung the sword in the bedroom all the time, unexpectedly Xiaoqi also liked it.

The emperor thought proudly, sure enough, both Yinreng and Yinyou are his dragon species, and the father and son are highly consistent in aesthetics.

Since Yinyou liked it, Kangxi ordered someone to take the sword down and put it on the table, so the little guy didn't have to use a stool to get it.

Now Yinyou and this Seven Star Sword are able to live in harmony. As long as he puts his hand on it, he can see the blurred shadow and hear the little sword spirit talking.

"When you grow up a bit, I can teach you a little inner strength."

"Why do you have to grow up?"

Little Sword Spirit was very shameless: "At least wait until you can stand firm."

Yinyou then changed the question: "Then what is inner strength and mental method?"

"It is to inhale spiritual energy from all things and stars through breathing." 【Baidu Encyclopedia】

Yinyou moved his hand away from the sword with a smile, and cut off the chat unilaterally. This little sword spirit is probably also a fool. He always doesn't speak human words, and he can't understand a word.

Yinyou ran to the yard to play around, and an osmanthus tree next to it was in full bloom.He rode on Zhao Cheng's shoulder and broke off a branch, ready to give it to his brother.

When they came to the side hall of Hongde Palace, Yinzhen was not there. The eunuch who was guarding there said, "The fourth elder brother is not feeling well. The emperor has ordered someone to send him back to Chengqian Palace."

Yinyou nodded, looking at the fragrant osmanthus in his hand, thinking that the flowers should be thanked tomorrow, so why not give it to Ama.

So he took the sweet-scented osmanthus that he picked by himself to the South Study Room.

Today, Kangxi did not discuss matters with the ministers, but listened to lectures in the South Study Room.

The door of the South Study Room was open, and Yinyou stood by the door, poking out half of his head to look inside.

In addition to him, Ama and Ziqing, there was another person Yinyou didn't know.

This person is a bit older, and he speaks with a strange accent, which sounds like an opera accent to Yinyou's ears.

Yinyou thought it was very interesting, and kept tilting his head to peek.

Wei Zhu at the side called him softly: "Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother, I will take you to play elsewhere."

Yinyou raised a finger to his lips to silence him.However, he became very interested in the tall and deep-eyed old man inside.

He retracted his head and asked Wei Zhu in a low voice, "Who is that?"

"Lord Nan Huairen of Qin Tianjian is teaching the emperor."

Yinyou frowned and sighed, and said with genuine distress: "It turns out that Ama has to go to class too."

Wei Zhu was amused by the little baby's expression, but couldn't hold back her laughter.

Yinyou poked his head out to peek again, but this time he was caught by the people inside.