[Qing Chuan] The daily life of the seven princes

Yinyou was in a hurry, rushed over, stretched his hands to the sides, and stopped in front of Mr. Fu: "Hey, hey, where are you going?"

Mr. Fu stood there with his hands behind his back, with a majestic expression, and he didn't seem to be joking with him at all: "I plan to go back and sleep in the cage again."

At this time, there is still a while before dawn, and the moon hangs in the west, shining down through the gaps in the bamboo leaves.

Yinyou's eyes are like a kitten in the dark, wide open: "You said give me half a stick of incense, a stick of incense is half an hour, isn't half a stick of incense 15 minutes? When I go out, I specially After reading it, it must not have been 15 minutes!"

This small mouth is so good at talking.Mr. Fu is a legend living in the world of martial arts, and Yinyou is a figure whom even the emperor's father has to pay respect to him.How do you know the concept of half an hour and 15 minutes on a Western clock.

But Yinyou was right, he was not late, but Mr. Fu shook his beard and said, "But I'm tired, I have to go back and rest."

Yinyou stopped in front of him, refusing to let him go, and said anxiously and aggrieved: "Why are you tired, you haven't started class yet."

Mr. Fu learned and applied it flexibly in life: "But I waited for you for 15 minutes, and I'm tired."

"Not tired, not tired!" Yinyou waved his little paws in the air, trying to reason with the master, "You didn't say you came so early this morning. If you want to, I will definitely get up early and wait for you." ,right?"

Mr. Fu snorted noncommittally, took a step to the left, and the little guy in front of him moved to his right, and he took another step to the right, and the little guy moved to his left again.

I didn't see it, but his figure was quite flexible, so he wouldn't let him go if he said anything.

Yinyou blinked, the old man woke him up from the bed at three o'clock in the morning, could it be that he was just standing here and wrangling?

However, the moment the little guy blinked, something incredible happened!

The little guy blinked again, the bamboo shadows whirled in front of his eyes, and the master had disappeared.

A clear and cold snort and laughter came from behind, which could be heard from far and near in my ears, vague and uncertain.

Yinyou didn't know what happened. Mr. Fu was still standing in front of him and talking to him just now.

The old man said he was tired and wanted to go back to bed.

Didn't he wake people up from the bed at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, why did he sleep?

And then what happened?Why did he suddenly disappear?

In the blink of an eye, countless question marks flashed in Yinyou's mind, but he didn't have time to think about it, he turned around subconsciously, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab Master's hand, but he only felt the texture of his fingertips sliding lightly over the coarse cloth - that was the feeling of being blown by the wind. Mr. Fu's robe that he brought up was also the cloth that Seventh Brother and the attendants beside Seventh Brother had never worn.

Yinyou didn't care so much, he held it between his fingers and refused to let go.

Mr. Fu happened to take a big step forward at this time, following the inertia, Yinyou's center of gravity was unstable, and his small body fell straight forward.

In addition to Zhao Cheng, there were five servants carrying lanterns standing around the bamboo forest. Seeing that Brother Qi was about to fall, they were all frightened out of their wits.Knowing that it was too late to rush over to help him, but still rushed over to help him.

His own safety is the safety of Cheng Luxuan's dozens of servants.The emperor's favorite little prince, the empress dowager's darling, and the only son of the imperial concubine, if this happens, who can bear it?

But this Seventh Elder Brother is not a worry-free person, bumps and bumps are common.To be his slave, on the one hand, the little master is kind and cute and easy to talk, and the life of the slave is also easy.On the other hand, I have to worry about him every day.

Fortunately, amidst the exclamations one after another, Mr. Fu turned around and bent down to support the little guy who was about to make close contact with the ground.

Everyone around was still in shock, but after Yinyou stood still, he immediately took half a step back and pulled his arm out of Mr. Fu's hand: "Oh, I'm fine! Master, don't be shy."

Mr. Fu: "..."

He waved his hand again, telling the servants to retreat, and muttered to himself: "Ama said that children have no waist, and I don't know if you have a waist at such an age!"

On the edge of the bamboo forest, two sleeping peacocks were awakened by his movement, and stretched their necks to look this way.I don't know who doesn't have eyesight to come to the scene, ready to spread his tail at any time, let these ordinary people see the beauty of King Peacock Ming.

Mr. Fu pondered, and walked towards the open space in the bamboo forest: "Let's start."

Yinyou was overjoyed, it seemed that the master had woken up from his drowsiness, so he hurried to catch up.

After running a few steps forward, he turned back and told Zhao Cheng and the others: "Don't follow."

"Master," Zhao Cheng worriedly followed.

The little guy glared at him: "Look how powerful my master is, I will beat you up later."

He didn't have a clue in his heart, his master wouldn't beat others, he just wanted to beat him.

Zhao Cheng walked up to him and handed over the things in his hand: "Master, the lamp..."

"..."

Yinyou looked up at the sky, it was still early before dawn, but the moon was flickering.

After thinking for a while, he took the lantern from Zhao Cheng, whispered a few more words in his ear, and then jumped up and down after him.

When the little guy came to the open space in the bamboo forest with the lantern, the two peacocks were more active than him and had already arrived.Dragging his long tail feathers, he found the best viewing position, waiting to see him being trained.

Yinyou put the lantern on the stone beside him, and then walked up to Mr. Fu.The latter glanced at him, thinking that he was about to say some unreasonable reasoning again, but the little guy bowed in a proper manner and said: "Today, the apprentice got up late, so I asked the master to wait for a long time. punishment."

Mr. Fu was stunned: "When did the old man say that he wanted to accept you as an apprentice."

"Since you teach me martial arts, you are my master."

Mr. Fu waved his hand: "Get up, I won't accept disciples."

But Yinyou said: "It's up to you whether you accept apprentices or not. Anyway, with me, you are my master."

Mr. Fu lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Isn't everyone in the Imperial Academy all your masters?"

"No!" The little guy denied it very seriously, "They are all my teachers. In my heart, except for Rong Ruo, only you are my master."

"That's enough, that's enough..." Mr. Fu waved his hand impatiently, "Stop flattering, let's hurry up and start, first step forward."

Yinyou bit his lower lip, hesitated a bit, and finally asked bravely: "Master, I've been in horse stance for a month, when will we learn swordsmanship?"

"What's the hurry, start learning today."

Hearing that he was going to start learning today, the little guy was immediately full of energy. He obediently found a flatter terrain, pulled up his robe, and started to stride.

Now Zamabu is not too difficult for him. Standing still for half an hour is like playing, without sweating on his forehead.

He was doing zama step, while Mr. Fu was sitting upright on the stone beside him, staring at him without blinking.

The little guy didn't dare to slack off at all, he stood obediently for half an hour, and then jumped up to Mr. Fu: "Master, Master, I've finished my horse stance, let's start practicing sword... Oh, by the way, I asked Zhao Cheng Go get the Seven Star Sword."

"..."

"Master?"

"..."

He yelled twice in a row, but Mr. Fu didn't respond.So the little guy boldly took a step closer, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch Master's beard.

He once asked Nalan secretly, and it is said that Mr. Fu is already eighty years old this year.

When meeting him for the first time, Yinyou felt that he was more than 80 years old, and even the kid who said he was [-] years old would believe it.

But gradually, Yinyou felt that his master seemed to have grown backwards, with a straight back, a loud voice, and a spirited walk. He didn't look like an 80-year-old man, at most he was 50 or [-] years old.

So the little guy is a little confused, and he doesn't know how old this Mr. Fu is.

He observed carefully just now. Mr. Fu said that he was tired and wanted to go back to sleep. It seemed that he was really not scaring him. The old man really fell asleep, and he didn't know when he closed his eyes.

Yinyou stretched out his hand, and moved it cautiously towards Mr. Fu's chin. Just when his fingertips were about to touch the beard of the other party, Mr. Fu suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes swept so coldly that the little guy was so frightened that he immediately closed his eyes. Withdrawing his hand, he took a big step back: "Master... that... there seems to be a bug on your beard."

"Stand up!"

Yinyou trembled in fright, and immediately stood upright, with his two little hands behind his back.

"Cough..." Mr. Fu cleared his throat and pointed to another stone next to him: "Sit down, I'm going to tell you an article today."

"Huh?" Yinyou's beautiful eyes were round and wide, and the stars all over the sky fell into his eyes, "Didn't you just say that we are going to start practicing swords?"

Mr. Fu snorted softly: "That depends on what kind of sword you want to practice."

The little guy didn't understand what he said. He walked to the stone and sat down cross-legged, and asked, "Is there any choice?"

"Of course there is." Mr. Fu looked forward, as if looking at his little apprentice, and as if looking at the distance, looking at all the people, "Zhuangzi once said in "Speaking of the Sword" that the sword is divided into three. The sword of the princes, the sword of the emperor."

Yinyou: "..."

The little guy has studied "The Analects of Confucius", "The Book of Songs", "Shangshu", "Four Books" and "Five Classics", and he has never heard of Zhuangzi and his "Speaking of Swords", let alone what is the Sword of the Son of Heaven , is there any difference between the sword of the princes and the sword of the common people?

So, he replied wittily: "Don't worry, I will learn the same thing."

Mr. Fu didn't even look at him, and said to himself:

In the past, King Wen of Zhao loved swords, and more than [-] swordsmen came across the gate. They fought against each other day and night, and more than a hundred people were killed or injured.If it is three years, the country will decline.The princes conspired.Prince Kui was troubled by it, so he recruited the left and right and said: "Whoever can say the king's will and stop the swordsman will be rewarded with a thousand gold." The left and right said: "Zhuangzi must be able."

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As soon as the mode of listening to stories was turned on, Yinyou became quiet, the whole person became quiet from the inside out, and listened attentively to Mr. Fu memorizing word for word of this "Speaking Sword".

Although Yinyou is only over six years old, he has only read a few "Four Books" and "Five Classics".Listening to the master tell the story of Zhuangzi and Zhao Wenwang discussing swords is not difficult at all.

It is said that King Zhao Wen likes swordsmanship. There are more than 3000 swordsmen. Every day, they just watch them compete with each other.

Prince Zhao is in a hurry. If this continues for another three years, the country will perish.The anxious ministers discussed that whoever can persuade King Zhao to stop being obsessed with swordsmanship competitions will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold.

Some people say that only Zhuangzi can do it.

Prince Zhao is a real person, so he sent someone to bring gold to Zhuangzi, but Zhuangzi confiscated his money, saying that if the matter fails, he will be convicted and die, so what is the use of money.If the matter is done, is there anything in the land of Zhao that he wants but can't get?

Therefore, Prince Zhao was aggrieved and said that only those swordsmen were in his father's mind.

Zhuangzi readily accepted the matter, saying that he was also proficient in swordsmanship.

The prince looked him up and down, and he was dressed like a scholar. His father didn't like it, and things would definitely mess up, so Zhuangzi dressed himself in a swordsman uniform and went to see King Zhao.

"Zhuangzi didn't go to the gate of the palace, and he didn't worship the king when he saw him."

Hearing this, Yinyou couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and smiled innocently: "It's a bit like you, Master. I heard from Rongruo that you didn't kneel down when you saw me, Ama."

Mr. Fu's expression remained unchanged: "The old man has never met your father. He made me an official and sent Feng Pu to be a lobbyist. I just didn't bow my head to thank you."

"I am not King Zhao Wen, I am a good emperor."

Mr. Fu said coldly: "I don't want to discuss this topic with you."

"..."

Yinyou wanted to say something, but he stopped him with a look.Then continue to recite the "Speaking of Swords".

King Zhao Wen curiously asked Zhuangzi how he would persuade himself, and asked the prince to recommend him.

Zhuangzi said that he heard that the king likes swordsmanship, so he specially used swordsmanship to see him.King Wen of Zhao asked him what was so special about him in swordsmanship.

Zhuangzi said: "The sword of a minister can kill a person in ten steps, and it will not stay behind for a thousand miles."

Hearing these words, the little guy's blood boiled with excitement, and he raised his hands in excitement, wanting to shout: "Wow, I want to learn this kind of swordsmanship!"

Mr. Fu saw his thoughts at a glance, showed a look of disdain, and then continued: "A husband is a sword, show it to be false, open it to benefit, then use it to attack, and first to achieve it. I would like to try it." Of."

Hearing this, the little guy couldn't help but nodded, his face suddenly enlightened.It turns out that the essence of swordsmanship is to expose weaknesses, use opportunities to lure the enemy, and then strike later.

Mr. Fu glanced at him, this is not the point he wants to give to the apprentice, the real key is in the back.

Zhao Wenwang said to try it, he asked Zhuangzi to rest first, and he summoned his swordsmen to compete in seven days. More than 60 people were killed or injured, and five or six people were selected from them, and they were ready to send them to compete with Zhuangzi.

King Wen of Zhao asked Zhuangzi what the length of the sword he used to use was, and Zhuangzi replied that it didn't matter the length, but he had three kinds of swords in his hand, and he could let the king choose.King Zhao Wen asked him to introduce his three swords.

Mr. Fu said: "The sword of the common people, fighting fiercely in front of people, killing each other, can break the neck at the top, and split the liver and gallbladder at the bottom. It is no different from fighting cocks. If you die, you will die. It will not benefit the country at all."

Yinyou asked: "What is the sword of the princes?"

"The swords of the princes use bravery as the front, cleanliness as the collar, virtuousness as the spine, and loyalty and sages as the jaws. The swords of the princes follow the law of the sky and follow the sun, moon and stars, and follow the law of the earth and follow the sequence of four seasons. Follow the will of the people and stabilize the four directions. When this sword is released, it shakes the whole field like thunder, and everyone obeys the emperor's order." 【Baidu Encyclopedia】

The little guy sat there in a daze, something was buzzing in his mind.At this time, the moon in the sky has hidden somewhere, and it has come to the darkest moment before dawn.

He asked, "Then what is the Sword of the Son of Heaven?"

"The sword of the Son of Heaven, with the seven kingdoms as the front, the mountains and the sea as the neck, is controlled by the five elements, opened by yin and yang, held by spring and summer, and moved by autumn and winter.

"Speaking of Swords" has come to an end here. Zhao Wenwang holds the princes' sword, which has the strength and status of the emperor's sword, but uses it as the common people's sword, and feels very ashamed.

So, he didn't go out of the palace for three months, and those doormen and swordsmen returned to their residences and killed themselves one after another.

The night was slightly white, and the sky between the distant mountains suddenly appeared. A smear of crimson continued to extend from a small point, and finally a red sun rose from the clouds and mist.

Yinyou and Mr. Fu looked at each other silently, and sat for a long time, until a melodious bird song sounded in the bamboo forest, and the little guy came back to his senses.

It's dawn, and Rong Ruo will come to teach him to read in a while, and he will continue to study "Shangshu" today.

For the question that Mr. Fu asked at the beginning, the little guy didn't give an answer in the end.

Mr. Fu didn't continue to question him, Shi Shiran stood up, and brushed the dew off his robe: "Tomorrow morning, it's still today's time, I'm waiting for you here, bring your sword."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the bamboo forest without looking back.

Yinyou hurriedly jumped off the rock and ran all the way to chase after him, fearing that if the master flashed away, he would disappear without a trace.

But this time, Mr. Fu didn't plan to show off his mastery of lightness kung fu, and walked smoothly.

The master and apprentice returned to Chengluxuan, and Zhao Cheng had already made tea according to the young master's instructions.

When Mr. Fu took his seat in the front hall, the servant brought the tea.

Mr. Fu took a sip of the water temperature he requested for the first time, and nodded in satisfaction.

Yinyou sat aside, thinking about the three times swordsmanship he just talked about.

A little baby raised in a deep palace, he knows about emperors, princes and common people, he only knows that he likes the Seven Star Sword and wants to become a brave Batulu, so he begged Ama to ask his master to teach him sword skills.

The Jurchens are a hunting people. Their ancestors conquered the world with horseback riding and shooting. No one is proficient in the swordsmanship of the Han people for thousands of years.

Since the masters in the study room were all Han Chinese, Kangxi invited his son a master swordsman among the Han people to teach him how to practice swords.

Mr. Fu is not an ordinary person. He is a master among masters. For him, swordsmanship is just a sport of self-cultivation. Just like what Nalan said, his knowledge is unfathomable. Polite and high.

The little guy thought, didn't he want to learn the common people's sword to fight fiercely at the beginning?It's not his fault, most people's knowledge of swordsmanship is only at this stage.

As for Mr. Fu, he led him into a higher realm of swordsmanship, and the princes' sword and the emperor's sword cannot be learned by practicing swordsmanship.

Just when Yinyou was deep in thought, Zhao Cheng came up, bowed and said, "Brother Seven, breakfast is ready."

Yinyou came back to his senses and stood up, walked up to Mr. Fu respectfully, and said respectfully: "Master, let's have breakfast together."

Mr. Fu waved his hand: "The old man is going back to rest."

Yinyou quickly took his hand, and walked towards the dining table without saying a word: "I have asked someone to clean up the room for you. Have breakfast first, and go to rest after eating."

"..."

The little apprentice was a very polite little apprentice at the beginning, he was respectful and polite when he spoke and acted, but if the master always took it, he would use his unique skill-acting like a baby and pretending to be cute.

The breakfast on the table is very simple, with porridge and side dishes, served with some steamed buns and fat cakes.

Mr. Fu knew at a glance that the little apprentice was catering to his eating habits, and he ate too little, which was somewhat tasteless.

Going to bed too late last night and waking up too early this morning is simply a torture for Yinyou.

He studied in the study room for more than a year. Others started to study in the study room at Yinshi. He arrived at Maoshi every day, at least half an hour later than others, so he dozed off from time to time in class.

This is great, every word that Nalan uttered is like the most beautiful lullaby, Brother Seven was so drowsy, he couldn't hold it anymore, his little head slammed on the nanmu desk , just fell asleep.

"The emperor's ancestors taught that the people can be close, but not down. The people are the foundation of the country, and the foundation is solid and the country is safe..."

Nalan was staring down at the book and reading every single word. When he heard the movement, he looked up. The little guy was resting his head on the table in a strange posture, motionless.

He walked to Yinyou's side, looked at him with a smile for a while, then stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, then retracted.Instead, he stretched out his index finger and poked his face.

The water is tender and bouncing, and the round hole that was poked down quickly returned to its original appearance, which is really cute.

"Seventh brother, seventh brother?"

He called twice softly, Yinyou just turned his head to the other side impatiently, smacked his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "It's too early, three o'clock is too early..."

Nalan stopped disturbing him, but looked at Shun Anyan who was waiting at the side, and asked, "Do you know what happened to him?"

Haha Zhuzi usually comes early in the morning to accompany his master to study, much earlier than studying with his master.Therefore, as soon as Shun Anyan walked into Cheng Luxuan's study today, he heard Seventh Elder Brother complaining to him.

"I heard that he didn't go to bed until almost three o'clock last night, and woke up just after Yinshi this morning."

After counting his fingers, he slept for more than two hours.

Shun Anyan thought for a while and then said: "He also said that Mr. Fu personally grabbed him from the bed in the morning, and said that every day will be so early in the future."

Nalan didn't say anything, the other princes also got up to study at this time.Haha Zhuzi got up earlier than this, at least he had to wait on the sidelines when the princes started to study.

This little guy's work and rest schedule should also be corrected.

Having said that, when Nalan looked at the faint bruises under his eyes, he still felt some old father-like distress in his heart.

I decided to stop here for today's book, and let the child have a good sleep.

At this time, Yinyou was already fast asleep, he bent down and picked him up carefully, for fear of waking him up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the study with the child in his arms, he saw the yard head-on, and that Mr. Fu was looking carefully at a pot of wilting orchid grass in the yard.

Mr. Fu turned around when he heard the movement, but he saw Nalan was a little embarrassed, and quickly explained: "Brother Qi is too young, and he has been protected by the Empress Dowager since he was a child. He has not suffered much, let him get used to it for two days .”

Mr. Fu has lived for such an old age, and it is probably the first time he has seen a teacher who dotes on his students so much.

Although he didn't say anything, he gave the two of them a cold look, then leaned over and picked the orchid leaves with his fingers.

Nalan quickly ran away with the man in his arms, went back to the bedroom, gently put the little guy on the bed, pulled the quilt over him, and let him sleep peacefully.

As a result, when Yinyou woke up, the first thing he saw was not Rong Ruo, but Mr. Fu.

Mr. Fu was standing in front of that western clock, the little guy walked over and explained to him how hours and hours are calculated from each other.

So, Mr. Fu pointed to the Arabic numeral "4" in the lower right corner, and said, "I'm getting old, so I need to sleep a little longer. It starts tomorrow morning, so let's do it at this time."

The little guy raised his nose to his face, pointed to the "5" next to him very considerately, and said to Mr. Fu: "The sword of the princes, the upper method rounds the sky to follow the three lights, and the lower method squares the earth to follow the four o'clock. Let's wait until Father Sun Put a smile on your face, it’s not too late to start studying again.”

"..."

Mr. Fu is knowledgeable, rigorous in his studies, and has countless disciples in his life, but it is also the first time he has encountered such an incomprehensible apprentice.

The memory is really good. After listening to such a long article intermittently in the morning, I can remember it so firmly and learn it flexibly.

Naughty is really naughty, even dare to pull his beard!

Yinyou ran to take down the sword on the wall and showed it off: "This is the Seven Star Sword that Ama gave me. Take a look, Master."

Mr. Fu held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, and pulled out a section of the sword. There was a gleam of blue light faintly around the edge, and there was a trace of cold air. The seven copper nails were arranged from top to bottom. It is patchwork, and the outline of the Big Dipper can be vaguely seen.

After a while, he put the sword back into the scabbard and handed it to Yinyou.He didn't say good or bad, he just said one sentence without beginning and end: "It's your sword."

The master and apprentice haggled for a long time, but the time was still set at four o'clock. Later, Yinyou had to study, practice calligraphy, attend classes, and practice riding and shooting in the afternoon, which would also affect the later schedule.

The little guy readily accepted and arrived on time every day.Not only did he change his own biological clock, he even forcibly changed the biological clocks of the two peacocks.

Originally, these two peacocks, like other animals in the Changchun Garden, were specially fed.

But Seventh Brother felt that it was very hard for them to practice swords with him from morning to night.Every day when he went out, he asked Zhao Cheng to bring some food, sometimes it was corn, sometimes it was millet, sometimes it was soybeans.

After he finished practicing his sword skills, he went to feed the two peacocks.After going back and forth, he became familiar with these two silly birds.

There was no riding and archery class this afternoon, so Yinyou ran to Ningchun Hall at noon.

When the Empress Dowager saw him, she frowned: "Oh, come here and let me have a good look."

The old lady held her petite face: "Why are you so thin?"

The little guy smiled at her with his eyes bent: "No, reading is too hard."

The Empress Dowager hurriedly beckoned La Aunt Su Ma to come over: "Hurry up, go tell the kitchen to stew a chicken soup today, steam a fish, cook a few more dishes, and feed my little seven."

The little guy said next to him: "Let's make a bowl of Mongolian milk tea first, with some air-dried beef, as well as rice balls with fermented rice, pine nut milk crust, sachima, golden jujube cake..."

The Empress Dowager put her arms around him: "Just bring him some beef, don't bring anything else, he won't be able to eat in a while."

When the imperial concubine heard that he was coming, she also rushed over from Jifengxuan.Without further ado, he caught his son and scolded him: "Didn't you come here once every three days? How long has it been before you remember to say hello to Ukuma?"

Seeing Er Niang, the little guy instantly turned into a limp baby, leaning against the imperial concubine's arms as if he had no bones, raised his little face, and pointed to his dark circles: "Look, look at your son! How tired are you?"

He raised his head to act like a spoiled child, the old mother couldn't bear it, she held his face and kissed him on the forehead: "My son looks really good-looking."

When the little guy heard Er Niang praise himself, he immediately grinned.

Then, I heard the imperial concubine add: "It's just that I lost another tooth, it's still the front tooth, and my words are leaking."

"Hmph!" The brat also wanted to save face, so he immediately turned his face to the other side and buried himself in her arms, "I'm angry."

The imperial concubine hugged him and patted him on the back lightly: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, eat two more bowls of rice in a while."

Maybe it was because the daily schedule was too tight and the little guy was exhausted. He really had a huge appetite, even two bowls were not enough. He also ate a lot of vegetables and drank a big bowl of chicken soup.Only then did he put down the bowls and chopsticks.

The Empress Dowager squinted at him: "It seems to have grown taller again."

Yinyou dug out his toy from nowhere, screwed it on, and asked the little fairy boy to fan him: "No, Mama Ukuma, look, I'm taller than my eighth brother now."

"Really? I remember Yinhu was half a head taller than you."

The imperial concubine reminded: "Don't brag, you are at most about the same height as the eighth brother."

The little guy shook his head proudly: "I've grown up, haven't I?"

"Oh, good, good, good to grow, and grow to be as tall as your Ama in the future."

Kangxi's height is above average among ordinary men, but Yinyou is not satisfied: "No, I want to be taller than Ama!"

No one knows the ups and downs in the palace.He has been short and small since he was a child, and he refused to grow taller. Now he has grown a little bit, but not much. Six princes are incomparable.

At this time, someone strode in from the door.Say Ama, and Ama will arrive. It is Kangxi who came to greet the emperor's grandmother.

When he came to pay his respects, he also brought a set of gadgets to his ancestors, which was a set of study porcelain just fired by Jingdezhen Royal Kiln Factory.

The Jingdezhen Imperial Kiln Factory began to gradually recover in the 19th year of Kangxi.Because the emperor advocated Confucian culture, he had a lot of research and appreciation for porcelain, and from time to time he ordered the Royal Kiln Factory to develop some novel styles for him and send them to the palace.

The porcelain sent for the study this time includes pen holders, washing, arm rests, porcelain inkstones, etc.All of them are colorful blue and white flowers, painted with landscapes, figures or pavilions, which are very beautiful.

The study porcelain set in Yinyou's study was specially selected by Kangxi for him, and it was sent to Chengqian Palace and placed in his study.

The little guy is easy to use, and he brought it with him when he came to Changchun Garden.But his understanding of these things is just to use them smoothly, nothing else.

Some of the daily porcelain in the palace are complicated and exquisite, and some are elegant and dignified, but the little guy didn't think there was anything special when he saw it growing up since he was a child.

Today, Kangxi specially brought his newly acquired set of porcelain to enjoy with the Empress Dowager, coaxing the old lady to be happy, and Yinyou also listened to it.

The little guy is very curious and interested in everything. He carefully holds the pen holder and appreciates it in the way Ama said. He really feels that he has re-acquainted with these things.

Kangxi saw that his son was interested, so he specially chatted with him a few more words, teaching him not only to look at the drawings on it, but also to appreciate the porcelain itself, such as body, glaze, thickness, color, shape, texture and so on.

He has learned a lot, but Yinyou usually has too little time to practice swords, read books, ride horses and shoot arrows. How can he have the leisure to appreciate porcelain elegantly? After that day, he also put this matter behind him.

In addition to studying, he had to visit his glass house.Those orchids and orange trees are well cared for and are growing well.

The little guy doesn't need to pay special attention, just look at it casually.

There are also orchids and other flowers in his yard, which existed before he moved in. The Royal Garden, these decorative plants can be seen everywhere.

It's just that, unlike the fourth elder brother, he likes to play with these flowers and plants, so he hasn't paid attention to their growth.

However, in his memory, there was a pot of bluegrass that he couldn't name that was about to die, and he was still thinking about getting someone to move it to his brother, let him take care of it for a while, and see if it could be saved.

I didn't know that I didn't pay attention these days after being busy, but when I first saw it today, the dying bluegrass actually sprouted, and it grew even better than the pots next to it.

Yinyou was quite strange, he asked Zhao Cheng: "What's going on?"

Zhao Cheng said: "This pot of flowers has been taken care of by Mr. Fu these days."

Yinyou nodded suddenly, if it was his master, he really believed in the ability to bring the dead back to life.

For some reason, he always felt that his master was too capable.

It was the first day of the new year, there was no moon, and there were no stars, it was pitch black, only a lantern brought by Yinyou was placed on the stone, trembling when the wind blew, and it was about to go out.

At this time, Mr. Fu suddenly turned his head, looked at the path next to the bamboo forest, and asked loudly, "Who is there?"