[Qing Chuan] The daily life of the seven princes

Under the tense eyes of the two, Kangxi sighed: "He is fierce to you, so you should find out more about yourself. Maybe you haven't done well enough?"

The emperor pretended to sigh, and there was still a hint of anger on his face, but the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile.

Yinyou: "???"

The little guy thought to himself: "What's the matter? Ama seems to be very happy." But he didn't say anything, he turned his head and looked at Cao Yin.

How could Kangxi not see the two of them making such a small move under the eyes of the emperor.

He didn't say anything when he saw it, and pinched his son's face with a smile: "Even you, Ama, he dares to be fierce, let alone you? I have no good solution, I can only bear it."

The little guy smiled and nodded: "Although Mr. Fu is a bit aggressive, he teaches very well."

Cao Yin asked him, "Did Brother Seven study hard?"

"Of course!" Yinyou gestured twice as he spoke, clenched his small hands into fists, stretched out his index finger and middle finger together, and poked Cao Yin's chest unexpectedly, while making a "ha" sound from his mouth, like that Not to mention how cute it is.

Cao Yin covered his chest in a face-saving manner, and immediately put on a painful expression: "It hurts so much, I seem to have suffered an internal injury."

Kangxi was amused by these two fools.Although the emperor is the son of heaven, there are not many times when he can laugh every day.The state affairs are exhausting, the ministers are all partisan, and they regard the interests of the country and the people as their bargaining chips to seize power. Few of them are sincere in doing practical things. How can he laugh?

Only this little guy in front of him can make him happy for a moment. Seeing his son's carefree appearance, the emperor can temporarily put aside the troubles in the court and relax.

Kangxi grabbed the little guy's shoulders and made him turn half a circle, with his head facing Longan in front of him.Stacks of rice paper are spread on the top.

Kangxi flipped through it casually, and Yinyou followed suit.The paintings are all flowers, birds, fish and insects, as well as pines, cypresses, sycamores, mountains, rivers, and even missions... It is not difficult to see that each type is placed together in a set.

Kangxi glanced at Cao Yin, and said somewhat dissatisfied: "Is this what you have been preparing for for a few months?"

Cao Yin was stunned for a moment, and said a little aggrieved: "Is this not enough?"

During the Chinese New Year, the emperor brought his son to visit Cao's house suddenly, and not to mention having a hot pot meal for him, he also assigned him a mission.

Kangxi liked to enjoy porcelain, and he collected and researched fine works from all dynasties, official kilns or private kilns.

The young emperor was full of high spirits. Limited by the turbulent situation in the past few years, the Imperial Kiln Factory could only produce some sacrificial offerings and daily necessities.After the pacification of the San Francisco, the Qing Empire was stable, and the emperor also freed up energy to pursue his own hobbies.

The Jingdezhen Imperial Kiln Factory was supposed to be supervised by the government, but the emperor turned it into a house of internal affairs that he could directly control to supervise, and personally planned the construction and fired royal porcelain.

There are too many porcelains used in the study rooms in the palace. Although the emperor likes it, he will feel tired after a long time.Therefore, this time Kangxi asked Jingdezhen Royal Kiln Factory to fire a set of porcelain for daily use.

Kangxi once ordered people to imitate a large number of works from the five major kilns of the Song Dynasty. Now it is the prosperous age he created by himself. He began to burn a set of porcelain works of his own. He discussed with Cao Yin for a long time just to determine the theme.

Cao Yin provided him with dozens of alternative series back and forth. The emperor's vision was too high, and none of them could be fancy.

He didn't like it, but his son liked it for him.

While Kangxi and Cao Yin were arguing, the little guy, who was curious about everything, lay down on the imperial case and looked through it carefully.

Looking at them one by one, I am very interested in each series of paintings, especially the last group of paintings.

There are seven or eight kinds of flowers. He knows lotus, chrysanthemum, plum blossom, and of course there are some that he doesn't.

The little guy picked them up one by one and looked at them, and turned to ask Ama and Ziqing if he didn't recognize them.

Kangxi scolded angrily: "Wuyue, the pen holder was used last time, and you still use it to fool me!"

Cao Yin was very aggrieved: "I don't know the Five Mountains, Taihang, Kunlun, Qilian...how much more have been added?"

Yinyou held up a piece of rice paper and asked him: "Ziqing Ziqing, what is this?"

Cao Yin looked down and patted his head: "Brother Qi, this is a pomegranate flower."

Yinyou asked: "How many months did it open?"

"May."

The little guy turned his head and fiddled for a while, while he, Ama, and Ziqing continued to argue.

Kangxi said: "And this, what is this, you brought me all the crickets, and you said you were not fooling me?"

Cao Yin really had no choice but to play tricks on him: "Your Majesty, what you said is to do something that no one has done before. I checked the official kilns of the past dynasties, and there is really no one..."

Before he finished speaking, Kangxi picked up the paperweight on the dragon case and wanted to hit him on the head, Cao Yin quickly dodged to dodge.

At this time, the little boy turned around again, holding a picture of flowers in his hand.

Before he could ask this time, Cao Yin rushed to answer: "Brother Qi, this is a hibiscus flower, which blooms in October."

Yinyou nodded, took another look at the paperweight in Ama's hand, turned around silently, and continued to work.

Kangxi asked Cao Yin: "Tell me, which one to choose."

Cao Yin said: "That depends on which one the emperor likes."

Saying it means not saying it.

Kangxi sighed: "I don't want to pick landscapes. There are too many study rooms, and flowers, birds, fish and insects are too clichéd."

Cao Yin retorted cautiously: "That's not necessarily true, it depends on how to use it."

The two discussed for a while, and found that the little guy Yinyou was lying on the dragon case and hadn't moved for a long time.

In line with the principle of "the child is quiet, he must be acting as a demon", the two quickly looked over.

The child has grown up and is sensible, and has passed the age of being silent and sabotaging.

Yinyou is not very interested in the other series of paintings, but only loves the paintings of flowers.

The little guy put seven or eight pictures on the table one by one, from peach blossoms to peonies, then to pomegranates, lotus flowers, chrysanthemums, and finally wintersweet, leaving some room in the middle.

There were two of them stacked together. Kangxi and Cao Yin looked at each other, but at first they didn't quite understand the idea of ​​this classification.

Cao Yin looked at the flowers and the vacant space, and suddenly he understood in a flash, and asked with a smile: "Brother Qi is sorting according to the flowering period."

Yinyou nodded, holding a picture of peony in his hand, looked at it for a long time and compared it with the peony next to it, and finally put the peony aside with great reluctance, which means he was eliminated from the competition.

Looking at it, Kangxi also became interested and asked him: "Why did you take the peony out?"

Yinyou replied seriously: "Because the peony is also blooming in May."

Kangxi asked: "What's wrong with May?"

"The pomegranate flower is also in May, so they repeated it, and only one can be kept. However, April is peony. Peony and peony look too similar. Although I like them both, I can't be too greedy. In the end, I chose to keep Get the peony."

The little guy explained his choice and why he made it in a straight-forward manner. It was well-founded. After hearing it, he had to be convinced.

Kangxi nodded, thinking his son's idea was very interesting.

"emperor!"

Cao Lang will be thirty in the second half of the year, and now he has a family. He is no longer a young man, but he still maintains a young mind. When he thinks of interesting things, his eyes are shining, and Kangxi can't help but become interested. After leaving the body, listen to his next words.

Cao Yin said with a smile: "Why don't we choose this one, and use different flowers for the twelve months of the year as decorations."

It sounds good, but nothing special.Which dynasty's porcelain doesn't have these flowers and plants on it, what's new.

Kangxi was unmoved: "There is nothing extraordinary about this."

The little guy was still immersed in the emotion of choosing between peony and peony just now. He said he liked peony more, so he ruthlessly threw peony aside.

He picked up the peony again, admired it happily, and muttered in his mouth: "The peony in front of the court is invincible, and the flower in the pond is pure and unfeeling. Only the peony is really beautiful, and the capital moves when it blooms."

Kangxi and Cao Yin looked at each other, both of them were inspired by the little brat.

Cao Yin said with a smile: "Seventh elder brother is really smart, let's add poems related to each flower next to it, won't it be out of the ordinary?"

Kangxi thought about it, this idea seems to be very good, and asked again: "Do you have any explanation?"

After all, Cao Yin has read a lot of poems and books, and the beautiful meaning comes from his mouth: "Admiring flowers lies in pleasing their beauty and knowing their spiritual bones. The ancients have said: plums are marked with clear bones, orchids are quite fragrant. Tea has elegant charm, and Li Xie has heavy makeup. The apricots are delicate and rainy, the chrysanthemums are proud and frosty. The narcissus is icy and the bones are beautiful, and the peonies are beautiful and heavenly. The jade tree pavilions and pavilions are built, and the golden lotus is slowly pond. The peony is rare, and the pomegranate is unparalleled. Yan Hanjiang. Pear blossoms melt into the night moon, and peach blossoms burn in the morning sun. Camellia is precious, and wintersweet blossoms are fragrant. Begonias are the best in the west, and Daphne is the best in Phnom Penh. Roses, rhododendrons, rotten brocade hydrangeas and plums, embellish the scenery. Said There are countless kinds of flowers, and countless kinds of fragrance." [Xingshi Hengyan——Feng Menglong]

Hearing this long series of metaphors, Yinyou was dumbfounded, his eyes lit up, and there was a bit of reverence in the eyes that looked at Cao Yin.He couldn't help but praise, "Ziqing is so amazing!"

Cao Yin raised his chin at him: "Thank you, Brother Seven, for your compliment."

He turned his head and said to Kangxi: "These twelve kinds of seasonal flowers, don't they just refer to the twelve magnificent women in history, they are the twelve flower gods."

Kangxi squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Wait a minute, wait a moment, first tell me which ancient person said this?"

Cao Yin hesitated for a moment, then said a name: "Feng Menglong."

"..."

Kangxi glared at him angrily: "You can't read serious books all day long."

Cao Yin argued, "It's quite serious."

Yinyou listened to the two of them quarreling, and the little guy was very interested in the "Twelve Flower Gods" that Cao Yin mentioned.Then he raised the peony picture in his hand and asked, "Is this Concubine Yang?"

"Of course," Cao Yin shook his head, "of course not."

Yinyou couldn't help arguing with him: "Why not? Li Bai also said that Yunxiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing Revlon. Isn't it just using peonies to describe Yang Guifei's appearance."

Cao Yin patiently explained to him: "The God of April Flowers is Lijuan, who lives in the palace of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. According to legend, this woman is slim, with snow-like skin and breath like orchids. She often sings "Returning Wind Song" beside Zhilan Hall, attracting The flowers blooming in the courtyard fall for it, which is the 'Quting Flying Flowers'."

"That's enough, that's enough!" It's not a good story for the emperor to sing, sing and dance, and be drunk with money, and it's not worth showing off.Kangxi interrupted him impatiently, "Do as you say."

Cao Yin bowed: "Yes, I obey the order."

The choice of the main body is only the artistic value of this set of porcelain, and the final product depends on the firing process.Since it is porcelain for daily use, it must be utensils such as cups and saucers.

Just when Cao Yin was about to ask the emperor what equipment to make, Liang Jiugong came in from the outside and said that Master Mingzhu was waiting outside the hall and had important matters to tell the emperor.

Therefore, before Kangxi had time to care about his son's recent study situation, today's chat was over, so the two of them could only go back first.

Yinyou followed Cao Yin out of Danningju, the little guy immediately pulled his good friend and asked, "Ziqing, Ziqing, besides Lijuan, who else is the Twelve Flower Gods?"

The two had already reached the lake, Cao Yin lifted him up and put him on a big rock: "There are still many more."

Isn't this nonsense? After talking about one, there are eleven left.

Yinyou took his hand: "You are telling me something."

"No, no, no!" Cao Yin waved his hand, "The emperor didn't let me say it just now, and I can't say it now."

"why?"

"Why?" Cao Yin stretched out his hand and tapped the tip of his nose.Seeing the little guy wrinkle his nose, "If you're interested, wouldn't it be more interesting to look up the classics yourself?"

The little guy wrinkled his nose: "Okay then, I'll check it myself."

Cao Yin is now running between the palace and the Changchun Garden, which makes him tired.He adjusted the little guy's robe again: "I have to go to Xudong, and I have business to do."

Yinyou asked: "Who is Xudong?"

Cao Yin smiled at him: "Isn't that my brother-in-law, your Aunt Xi's elder brother?"

Yinyou suddenly realized that he was going to find Li Xu.

"Then remember to say hello to Aunt Xi for me and tell her that I miss her very much."

Cao Yin asked him: "Maybe we haven't seen each other for a long time, why don't you miss me?"

Yinyou looked left and right, and hooked his fingers at him again.Cao Yin understood, and leaned his ear to listen to his whisper.

The little guy said obediently: "That Feng Menglong's book sounds very interesting,"

"No, no, no!"

The little guy frowned and looked at him: "Why not?"

"Last time I brought you a set of "Journey to the West" and I was taught by you Ama. There is also a collection of Jialing's words. Brother Cheng almost beat me to death. I don't dare to show you the book again."

He looked at the little guy again, "Besides, Seventh Brother still has time to read these idle books, it seems that Mr. Fu is not strict enough, I have to find time to chat with him."

"Huh!" Yinyou jumped off the big rock, turned his head and left.

Cao Yin hurried to catch up: "What's the matter? Are you angry?"

"That's right!" The little guy stepped out of a step that no relatives recognized, "I'm angry, very, very angry!"

"Is this good?" Cao Yin picked him up from behind. There are protective rocks everywhere by the lake, and he can find one to sit on. "When summer comes, you only need half of the class. Get some more books for you to read."

Yinyou thought for a while, and reluctantly agreed: "That's fine."

Cao Yin said again: "However, I have to decide what to see."

"I want to see the Feng Menglong you just mentioned."

Cao Yin shook his head: "You have to wait until you grow up to see this."

"why?"

"No why."

"..."

In the end, Yinyou compromised: "That's fine."

Cao Yin smiled and put his arms around his shoulders, took out something from his bosom, squatted down, and carefully hung it on his waist for Brother Seven.

Yinyou asked curiously: "What is this?"

"The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon. This is your Aunt Xi's safety bag made for you. It is said to be hung on your body so as not to be bitten by mosquitoes."

After hanging up the things, Cao Yin stood up: "This thing has been on my body for several days, and I have never had a chance to give it to you. I tried it for you, and it works quite well."

Yinyou lifted up the safety bag, moved it to the end of the pen and stabilized it, and there was a faint herbal aroma.The little guy thought of the days when Aunt Xi was by his side, and felt a little sour.

Cao Yin hugged him: "What's the matter, are you going to cry again?"

"No!" The little guy smiled, "Tell Aunt Xi that I like the safety bag she gave me very much, and let her not work too hard."

"it is good."

"And the most important thing," Yinyou raised his head and said seriously, "it's dangerous to have a baby, don't give birth to you, I will take care of him when he gets old."

"!!!"

Cao Yin didn't expect him to mention this, and his old face was a little red: "Uh... this, this... I thank you on her behalf."

"..."

Entering May, the Dragon Boat Festival is about to usher.Kangxi was going back to the palace to hold a celebration, and he had to go to the Taimiao to worship his ancestors.

So, after living in the palace for three months, everyone returned to the Forbidden City.

Yinyou originally wanted to ride a horse with his brothers, and when he was asked to ride a horse during the riding and archery class, he found various reasons to be lazy.Now let him take the carriage, and he wants to ride all the way back to the palace with great interest.

In the end, Kangxi threw him into the carriage and asked him to accompany the Empress Dowager.

The carriage was very spacious and comfortable. Apart from the Empress Dowager and Yinyou, there were also the Imperial Concubine and Lagu Su Ma.

Of course Yinyou was willing to accompany Mama Ukuma. Sitting on the mat, she began to show off: "Look, Mama Ukuma."

"Look at what?" The old lady took the things he handed over and recognized it at a glance, "This is girl Xi's needlework, my gown, no one could mend it back then, she did it. "

Speaking of Li Xi, the Empress Dowager nodded cheerfully: "This girl has been thinking of going out since the day she entered the palace, and now she has a good home, so I feel relieved."

The imperial concubine brought the safety bag over and smelled it. She could distinguish the smell of several kinds of traditional Chinese medicine, and touched it again. The herbs inside were ground into fine powder, wrapped in gauze, and a bag was sewn with silk and satin on the outside. It showed the word "Ankang" with a cloud pattern next to it.

The imperial concubine smiled and said, "There are medicinal materials such as calamus and mugwort leaves inside. After returning to the palace, I will ask the palace people to make more. Every room in the Cining Palace and Ningshou Palace will be hung."

The little guy lay on his mother's lap: "I want it too! I want it too!"

The imperial concubine patted him on the back lightly: "Don't you have one, what else do you want?"

"Different!"

The Empress Dowager asked him, "What's the difference?"

"This one was made by Aunt Xi, and those were made by Er Niang. Of course they are different."

The little guy didn't rest all the way, and kept chatting with the Empress Dowager.Say which articles he has learned in the past few months and which verses he has recited.

When it comes to martial arts and sword practice, Mr. Fu's teaching method is both strict and casual, he can't be lazy at all, as long as he is lazy, the one behind will not be able to keep up.

Finally, he talked about the small courtyard where he lived, and there were two peacocks behind the small courtyard.He wanted to name the peacock, but he couldn't think of a suitable one.

Later, the little guy talked about the small courtyard where he lived: "I read Li Qunyu's "Lotus Leaf" and found out that Cheng Luxuan's name came from here: the root is jade in the mud, and the heart is exposed to pearls. In Jun Plant under the pond, and bury Ren Chunpu."

The Empress Dowager now likes to hear him show off his knowledge: "Tell Ukumama, what are you talking about?"

"It's about the lotus, which comes out of the mud without being stained, and has a noble character. Ama will make a set of cups, and draw a flower and a corresponding word every month according to the twelve months of the year. June is the lotus, I told Ama to choose this sentence: The root is the jade in the mud, and the heart is exposed to the pearl."

The Empress Dowager asked him: "Then, did you, Ama, agree?"

The little guy nodded: "I agree, and Ama even praised me for my good choice!"

The empress dowager narrowed her eyes with a smile: "Okay, okay, our Xiao Qi is really smart, and has already started to give him advice."

The little guy gave Amati a lot of suggestions, and Amati loved him very much, as long as it was his request, he would agree to it.

After returning to the palace, Yinyou found out a problem. Now the No. [-] Ganxi House is full, even if he wants to move there, there is no place for him.

But it doesn't matter, although more and more princes have moved out of the harem, there are still enough places to live.In addition to the five Ganxi Institutes, there are also five Gandong Institutes.The specifications are the same as those on the west side, and it was the residence of the princes in the former dynasty.

Now there is no need to change anything, as long as you pack it up, you can move in directly.

That being the case, Yinyou couldn't move in alone.So, the fifth elder brother who lived in Ningshou Palace also moved into Gandong No. [-], and Baotai, who lived with the eighth elder brother before, also moved here.

This little guy, Yinyou, picked the innermost one for himself when choosing the yard.Because he had to get up early in the morning to practice martial arts and swordsmanship, he was worried about disturbing his brothers.

Baotai has always been clingy, so he chose the place next to him.

The fifth elder brother will soon be eight and a half years old. It is impossible to live in the empress dowager's Ningshou Palace all the time. Sooner or later, he will move out.

Kangxi asked him to move to Gandong No. [-] Institute, and he didn't have any strong resistance. First, he was grown up and sensible, and knew that Huang Mama would not be able to protect him for the rest of his life.

Secondly, Gandong No. [-] is very close to Ningshou Palace, so he can go back anytime he wants.

Fifth elder brother was afraid of trouble and didn't want to walk too much, so he chose the courtyard closest to the palace gate.

So, the three of them lived like this.

Kangxi thought about Fu Xingsheng's advanced age, and it was inconvenient to go back and forth every day, so he decided to give him a residence in "Yuanxi" in the palace, and became a neighbor with Gao Shiqi, so that he would not have to travel back and forth.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is not a gift to Mr. Fu, but an infinite favor to Brother Seven.

There are roughly dozens of princes, and each prince has his own master and master, who has such treatment.

Yinyou's swordsmanship has improved rapidly. First, Mr. Fu taught him well. Second, this student is really talented. No matter what it is, he can understand it as soon as he talks about it.

In addition to great progress in swordsmanship, Yinyou has also undergone tremendous changes in other aspects.But these changes are unknown to others, only he himself knows them.

He originally thought that these changes were due to the improvement of swordsmanship, but the little sword spirit insisted that it was because of his unremitting practice of mental methods.

Yinyou himself was also puzzled, not knowing why.

When he was in Changchun Garden, Mr. Fu finished teaching Yinyou martial arts and swords, and had breakfast at Chengluxuan. He either played with the flowers and plants in his yard, or went back to rest.

After returning to the palace, he was not in a hurry to leave.

In the morning, Nalan taught Yinyou a class, so he found a room to sleep in, got up for lunch at noon, and watched Yinyou read and practice calligraphy in the afternoon.

Yinyou has always practiced Yan Zhenqing's copybooks, and is often praised by Kangxi, Nalan, and many masters in the study. Even Gao Shiqi often praised him for getting Yan Zhenqing's true biography at a young age.

You have to believe Master Gao's words, and you can't believe them all.His emotional intelligence has reached a certain level, and flattering in front of Kangxi can always capture the heart of Long Live Lord.

Although his praise of Seventh Brother was exaggerated, it was enough to prove that Yinyou's handwriting was really good.

On this point, the little guy is quite confident. After all, he practiced by copying books and Buddhist scriptures. No matter whether it is big characters or small characters, compared with his brothers, it is not at the same level.

So, triumphantly, he showed Mr. Fu the handwriting he had just written, and stood aside obediently, waiting to be praised.

Who knows, Mr. Fu just glanced roughly, then put the fluffy paper back on the table, and sneered at the little guy's words: "What are these? My dog ​​can write better than you."

"???"

Yinyou looked at him in shock: "I don't believe it!"

Mr. Fu snorted and said, "Believe it or not."

"Unless...you go and bring your dog here and let him dig it for me."

"..."

This request is really a bit embarrassing, Mr. Fu gave him a look: "The dog is in his hometown, and he has already entered the loess."

The little guy spread his hands: "That's death without proof."

Mr. Fu stood in front of the table with his hands behind his back, stared at him for a long time, and suddenly asked, "What do you compare to a dog?"

Yinyou pouted: "Didn't you say that your dog's planing is better than mine?"

Mr. Fu laid out a new piece of rice paper, pressed it with a paperweight, and ordered his apprentice: "Come here and grind ink for the master."

The little apprentice was very happy when he heard the word "be a teacher".

He was going to step forward to do things for the master, but was stopped by Yinyou.He walked to the table by himself, holding the inkstone and seriously grinding ink for the master.

Mr. Fu was quite satisfied with this, so he picked up a pen and wrote four large characters on the paper.

Yinyou saw that he was free and unrestrained in his brushwork, and his movements were open and closed. Just watching him write was pleasing to the eye.

When the master finished writing, the little guy lowered his head, and unexpectedly saw the four big characters "do it rashly".

"..."

Other teachers teach students that they are sensitive and eager to learn, tireless, professional and diligent, and Chengmen Lixue.

It's good to see this Mr. Fu, he encourages students to act rashly.

In fact, Yinyou has known for a long time that his master is very different from others. Others admire Cheng Zhu Neo Confucianism, but he just dismisses it.

Others demand respect for teachers and a rigorous attitude towards academic research, but he often quarrels with Yinyou, a six-year-old doll.

Two people are not big or small in getting along, and it is normal to not give in to each other.

Yinyou lowered his head to look at his writing, horizontally and vertically, up and down.Turned around the desk, raised his head and looked at the master: "You you..."

"Can't talk anymore?"

"No," Yinyou scratched his head, "After reading Master's handwriting, I no longer dare to say that what I wrote is Yan style, you are Yan Zhenqing's original Qing."

Mr. Fu took a step to the side, bent his index finger and tapped the table twice, signaling the little guy to practice calligraphy quickly.

Yinyou smiled at him: "I think your dog's planing should be better than mine, but it's a pity that it left too early..."

"So much nonsense," Mr. Fu carried him to the desk like a chicken, changed a piece of paper for him, took the inkstone and began to grind the ink, "Hurry up and practice!"

Yinyou held the pen, and his mind was full of the four words he just "acted rashly", and he didn't know how to write.

At this time, Mr. Fu said from the side: "When writing a book, you should prefer clumsiness to ingenuity, ugliness rather than obsequiousness, incoherence rather than frivolity, straightforwardness rather than arrangement."

Yinyou couldn't write for a long time, he couldn't understand the meaning of the master's four sentences.

The little guy raised his head, and the master and apprentice looked at each other.Mr. Fu went on to say: "Writing a book is the same as being a human being. What you pursue is to be as clever as clumsy, to conceal without revealing."

"It's better to be ugly than to please others with a slavish face."

"It's better to be fragmented than to be frivolous and flashy. The charm of nature is far better than the frivolity of character."

"Get rid of your self-righteous carvings and learn how other children write."

"..."

After being taught such a lesson by him, Yinyou almost couldn't write anymore.The things written with the courage to bite the bullet are really fragmented and have no aesthetic feeling.

The little guy held the pen, feeling a little depressed.Mr. Fu glanced down, but nodded in satisfaction, and said "OK" loudly.

"..."

Yinyou looked at him full of doubts: "Master, you said that writing a book is the same as being a human being."

Mr. Fu nodded: "I said it, what's the matter?"

"It's better to be ugly than charming."

"!!!"

Fu Dun, who was at the side, trembled when he heard it, and after returning home, he recounted to Nalan the conversation between Yinyou and Mr. Fu today, and added his own worries: "I'm really worried for Brother Qi."

Nalan asked him, "What are you worried about?"

Fullerton said: "I'm worried that Mr. Fu will get mad at him and won't go tomorrow morning."

Nalan laughed and patted his son's head: "You don't have to worry about it. The more Brother Seven says that, the more Mr. Fu likes him."

Fullerton was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because this is exactly what Mr. Fu appreciates."

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, I went to the study to rest for a day. Kangxi took the prince and elder brother to worship the ancestors in the Taimiao Temple, and prepared a family banquet at the Qianqing Palace in the evening.

Yinyou returned to Chengqian Palace the night before, because he didn't have to get up early the next morning to practice swords, the little guy finally had a chance to sleep and wake up naturally.

It had been a long time since he had experienced the feeling of dawn when he closed his eyes.

The night before, the imperial concubine asked her servants to prepare the materials for making zongzi, and the little guy started to stay up all night in retaliation, and went to the small kitchen to inspect one by one.

Early the next morning, Bai Lu was ordered by the imperial concubine to fish out the seventh elder brother from the quilt.

The little guy hugged the pillow and did not let go: "Aunt Bai, let me sleep for a while, just for a while."

Bai Lu said with a smile: "That's impossible. Didn't my brother tell you yesterday that you want to make zongzi with your empress? Your empress is already waiting in the small kitchen."

"A little while, really just a little while!" The little guy lay on the bed and refused to get up without even opening his eyes. He rubbed on the pillow with a blushing face, expressing himself Dissatisfaction with not waking up.

Seeing how cute he is, Bai Lu said in a very embarrassed way: "That's all right, let me sleep for a while. I'll wash your face, and I'm really going to wake up soon."

Yinyou hummed twice, but couldn't hear what he said, so he turned his head and fell asleep.

The imperial concubine prepared all kinds of ingredients to make zongzi.More than a dozen people from Chengqian Palace gathered around to help.

Yinyou lay on the bed for half an hour, but he woke up.His eyes lit up as soon as he entered the kitchen.

Boiled red beans, dates and raisins are placed on the table.There are also braised pork, salted egg yolk, ham and other ingredients made by the imperial concubine.More than a dozen palace people nearby were busy in full swing, and a lot of them were packed in a short while.

A large pot of water was boiling on the stove, and the wrapped rice dumplings were boiled directly in the pot, and then picked up and left to cool.

The little guy didn't help much with the work, so he was clamoring for food all morning.

The imperial concubine asked him: "Baby, do you think sweet rice dumplings are better, or salty rice dumplings?"

The little guy blinked: "What does Er Niang think?"

"I like salty rice dumplings."

The little guy turned his head and asked Bai Lu again: "What does Aunt Bai think?"

Bai Lu smiled: "This servant prefers sweet ones."

The little guy ate the last half of the salted egg yolk in one gulp, picked up the basket and walked out: "I'm going to deliver zongzi to everyone."

He delivered the zongzi, followed by several attendants, each of them carrying a basket full of zongzi produced by Chengqian Palace.

Yinyou's first stop was of course the Palace of Compassion, where he picked the biggest one for the Empress Dowager: "Mama Ukuma, this is the one with salted egg yolk, try it. There are also bacon and red beans here." , red dates... you can try them all."

He didn't care so much, he peeled off all the rice dumplings of all flavors and put them in front of the Empress Dowager, let Mama Ukuma take a bite of each one, and then asked expectantly, "Mama Ukuma, which one do you like best?" one?"

The Empress Dowager was old and had a bland taste. She smiled and said, "I think red beans are good."

So, the little guy took out the red head alone and stuffed it into the hands of Mama Ukuma.

Aunt Su Ma asked, "Then what's left?"

Yinyou looked up and smiled obediently: "Of course it's for me to eat, don't waste it."