The story of the salted fish concubine raising cubs in Qing Dynasty

Spring next year?Longkodo didn't want to face this question at all, but it was the emperor who asked the question, so he had to answer.

He could only cough lightly, hesitantly said: "If you go back to the emperor, Ama is going to fight outside, so it's not good for a servant to make decisions on his own. After all, it's a big marriage matter, and it needs to be handled by Ama Erniang."

"Okay, why didn't I know about you? Get the dowry ready quickly. I'm going to add makeup to Na Buqigege next year." Kangxi raised his eyebrows and said directly.

It's not about dowry, how about adding makeup?

Long Kedo looked at the show with an incredulous expression, and argued, "Is this slave your cousin?"

"What do you think?" Kangxi raised his eyebrows and gave him a look.

Long Keduo was wilted, if it wasn't for the emperor's own cousin, no matter what the reason, he had such contact with the concubine-to-be, would he still survive?

"Your Majesty, Horqin Gege... Your status is honorable, the whole family of this slave is respectful, and the courtyard of this slave is ready to be overthrown and rebuilt on an auspicious day, and it will take time, Your Majesty! Cousin, please allow this slave to slow down for a few years, okay?" Long Ke Duo knelt on the ground and begged.

That crazy woman would attack as soon as she saw her, but the more she fought back, the more vigorous she became. Thinking of the dire times ahead, Long Kedo only hoped that the day of marriage would come later.

Kangxi's eyes flickered for a moment, and he snorted softly: "When you are hired next spring, you can discuss with Heta on your own."

Heta dotes on this daughter very much, so he should be willing to spend more time with her, right?Kangxi thought a little unconfidently.

Long Kedo quickly thanked him. According to the examples around him, as long as the performance is enough, the general family will happily rush to keep their daughter for a few more years.

Nalan Rongruo watched from the side, feeling deeply that the emperor really treats Tong Jia's family very differently.

During the break, Yinreng showed his companions the pictures of the whole process of strawberry germination, flowering and fruiting. Everyone gathered around the big pot of strawberries for a long time, and Yinreng couldn't get away.

It wasn't until the whole day's class was over that I hurried over to ask Kangxi.

Bounced and ran to the gate of Qianqing Palace, Yinreng tidied up his clothes, then stepped over the threshold gracefully with short legs.

Then he walked up to Kang step by step, and after saluting, he hurriedly asked, "Ama Khan, did Auntie reply to Baocheng?"

Kangxi wiped the sweat off his son's forehead with a handkerchief, then hugged him in his arms, and said with a smile, "No."

Yinfeng frowned, and said a little depressed: "Why didn't it? Didn't you tell her to write back?"

Kangxi rubbed his son's head and couldn't bear to tell him that his aunt claimed to be illiterate, blind and illiterate.

"Liang Jiugong, you send someone to ask." Yinfeng didn't receive the letter, a little sad, Kangxi raised his head and told Liang Jiugong.

After hearing what the visitor said, Ming Xuan blinked her eyes and suddenly wanted to write a letter by herself. What should I write?

After much deliberation, the sacred fate is difficult, so I can only take out a pen and write bitterly: In November of the Bingchen year, the weather was light snow, and the clothing index...

Just like doing a work report, I selected a detailed description of my mood today, what jokes I heard, what meals I ate, and even the taste of pepper bursting in my mouth.

After thinking about it for a while, I added another disgusting Bara's words.

Then he handed the letter to the visitor and let out a long sigh.

This may be the most straightforward letter Kangxi has ever seen in his life, without the slightest literary talent...

But Yinfeng, who listened to the letter, was very happy and said excitedly: "Eunuch Liang, I also want to eat pepper chicken for dinner."

Kangxi paused, and when he read the letter, he didn't read the last paragraph because it was too nasty.

"What does it mean to miss you, miss you, miss you during the 180 seven hours of separation..."

When Yinreng finished listening to the letter, Kangxi kept the last page and gave Yinreng the rest.

After Yinfeng left, he muttered to himself with some embarrassment: "You really have no shame, why do you say everything? You know this letter is... I read it?"

Liang Jiugong looked at the emperor's words, lowered his head, and felt that he was about to go blind, because he actually saw the red face of the emperor.

Ming Xuan thought that if she wrote such a long paragraph that she felt disgusted, she would be able to avoid writing letters every day, but... the next day, she actually received another reply.

He knew the characters written this time, but Ming Xuan could barely understand the classical Chinese after reading it for a long time.

The forced correspondence career began so suddenly.

Mingxuan was still straightforward in vernacular, and Kangxi was still sophisticated in replying to Yinreng's letter, looking very knowledgeable.

When the ban was lifted, Ming Xuan hugged the little prince and wept with joy. Who would write essays every day?

In particular, there must be no typos, and the handwriting must be neat. If a wrong idiom is written, there will be a long comment, which is too difficult!

Yinreng was hugged tightly by his aunt, put his arms around her, and quickly promised: "Baocheng will definitely protect himself in the future, and won't let you worry."

Mingxuan hugged Yinfeng, she was not afraid of being grounded, anyway, it didn't make much difference to her.

But Kangxi's operation is so simple, he writes sarcastic letters every day, and he has to reply by himself?

It was obviously a letter to Yinfeng, but he cut off all of them in the end, it's too hateful, simply!

Seeing the back of the prince running away on the day when the ban was lifted, Kangxi actually felt a sense of loss, shook his head, and sighed: "By keeping this rule..."

Holding the little prince in their arms and eating the hot pot, the two talked to each other about the pain of parting, and their relationship was further improved.

Yinfeng once again deeply reviewed himself, he shouldn't be willful and bring Mingxuan into trouble.

"It's okay to be willful, and it's okay to be naughty, but the premise is to ensure your own safety." Ming Xuan shook her head, scooped him a shrimp slip, and said with a smile.

child?Proper naughtiness is a given.

Yinfeng nodded. When he saw his aunt seeing him cry, he really felt what it was like to be missed. He was extremely satisfied and blamed himself.

You don't need to be forced to write a small composition, the little prince is so cute, let yourself touch it, Ming Xuan is in a good mood.

He agreed to Yinfeng's request to accompany him to see plum blossoms.

Holding the heater in their hands, with a makeshift gauze mask wrapped around their face, and earmuffs on their ears, the two of them happily arrived at the best plum viewing spot in the entire imperial palace... Qianqiu Pavilion.

"Sister Hesheli, it's rare to see you go out?" Tong Jiashi gave the crown prince a half-blessing ceremony, and after Yinfeng avoided it, she looked at Mingxuan who was wrapped and could only vaguely see her eyebrows, and said with a smile.

Mingxuan blinked, looked at Concubine Tong Jiashu's graceful figure in the heavy snow, and sighed: "What my sister said is that I really don't like to go out very much. But I agree with His Royal Highness, and accompany him to enjoy the plum blossoms."

Tong Jiashi covered her nose and mouth with her hand and smiled. The long armor on her hand was shining extremely brightly against the sunlight.

Ming Xuan shrunk her neck, thinking that if it was a fight, if a fingernail poked it, it would definitely disfigure her face, and she might die.

"Hurry up, Gu is going there!" Yinfeng suddenly said impatiently, interrupting Mingxuan's wild thoughts.

Mingxuan smiled and nodded to Tong Jiashi, led the prince forward, and even said: "How about we build two snowmen for an activity? But the premise is that you must promise to go back and drink a big bowl of ginger soup after playing." Drive out the cold."

Yinfeng's eyes lit up, and he nodded again and again. Meihua didn't make a snowman to attract him anymore.

Their voices were very low, but when Tong Jiashi saw Mingxuan talking to the prince, she bent over, lowered her head, sneered sarcastically, and said, "Go back!"

"You don't want to wear them. You can't hold hands with long nails." After Tong Jiashi was surrounded by a group of palace people and left slowly, Yinfeng turned to look at Mingxuan and said, "Long nails are not good."

Ming Xuan nodded and said: "Then you should stay away from long nails in the future. If you don't pay attention, if a nail pokes it, it will be miserable. It will definitely be a big blood hole."

When Yinreng thought about it, he shivered, and then there was a commotion ahead.Just as Mingxuan wanted to turn her head away, Yinfeng said, "I've made a note of it. Also, don't wear it when it's snowing. The bottom of the flower pot will cause you to fall."

Ming Xuan looked at the moccasin boots on her feet, nodded and agreed, "You are right, it is true."

"Miss Wu Ya fell in front and almost tripped Concubine Tong Jiashu." Chun Ni explained.Because she has officially entered the harem, but there is no grade, everyone in the palace calls her a girl.

Wu Yashi?

Ming Xuan was actually quite curious.

But she was dazzled by Tong Jiashi's long nails just now, but she didn't pay attention to Wu Yashi who is said to be beautiful and gentle behind her.Looking at it from a distance now, it's just a staggering figure from the back.

Looking at her slender body, Ming Xuan suddenly felt a little cold, and wrapped herself in a thick cloak.

"This is not plum appreciation, is this pretending to be coercive?" When Tong Jiashi left, some servants put on a thick cloak and the bottom of a flowerpot, but the two palace servants joined hands, one on the left and the other on the right.

What about Wu Yashi?

Wearing so thin, but also the bottom of the pot...

"You Khan Ama aren't that poor, are you?" Wu Ya's family is Zhenghuangqi Coating, her grandfather is the head of the imperial dining room, her father is a general in the army, and her family is deeply rooted in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Why do you look so miserable?

Yinfeng quickly retorted: "Khan Ama is not poor."

Although Kangxi was rich and picky, Ming Xuan didn't think that he would treat the woman who was still favored badly.Tong Jiashi is not so stupid as to treat her so blatantly, so there is only one answer!

So he frowned and looked at Yinfeng and said: "Add clothes in winter, and reduce clothes in summer. Don't just care about demeanor but not temperature. You will be the one who suffers, you know?"

Yinfeng couldn't help but think of Xia Tian's own illness, nodded repeatedly and said: "Never again."

Wearing thick gloves and moccasin boots, a big padded jacket under the cheongsam, and a thick felt hat on his head, he told Yinfeng not to allow the mask to leave his mouth and nose.

After taking good precautions, Mingxuan took Yinfeng to experience the things she loved most in her childhood, making snowmen and snowball fights...Mingxuan didn't think such an elegant thing as plum admiring was suitable for her.

Yinfeng had a great time playing, and her aunt was different from ordinary people, she would not let herself, she would not be angry when she was hit by a snow ball, and she would smile wantonly when she fell down.

In the end, the two rolled snowballs and built a snowman.

Although it was just two balls piled together and decorated with stones and wooden sticks, Yinreng really liked this snowman. When he left, he was hugged by the palace servants and couldn't bear to blink his eyes.

After pouring down a bowl of thick ginger soup, the two of them changed into dry clothes in the hot room, and then took a nap before Yinfeng returned to Qianqing Palace.

When he arrived at Qianqing Palace, Yinreng actually saw an extremely exquisite snowman outside the main hall...

"Khan Ama, who made the snowman at the door?" Although Yinreng liked the ugly one he made with his aunt more in his heart, seeing such a beautiful one, he became interested and wanted to learn it.

Kangxi snorted coldly, Liang Jiugong brought Yinreng another bowl of ginger soup, and after watching Yinreng drink it, Kangxi said: "It's just what I piled up casually,... have you finished reading today's book?"