Dragon cubs are the group pet of the Qing Palace

Yinzhen sat on the couch and took a breath, then looked down at the baby in his arms: "Who am I, do you still remember?"

"Brother!" Cheng An raised his head and said.

The child grows when he sees the wind, he seems to be a little taller than when we met last time, and the milk fat on his face is more obvious.

It's my brother, but what Yinzhen wants to ask is more specific.

Yinzhen stretched out his hand to pinch his soft face and said: "Remember, I am your fourteenth brother."

"Brother Yiya!" Cheng An learned a sentence obediently, but as usual he could only hear the word "brother".

Yinzhen is not a very patient person, so he gave up after teaching him twice.

Cheng An remembered that he was the "Fourteenth Brother" in his heart, pointed to his head and said, "Brother, look at me..."

"What are you looking at? What's wrong with your head?" Yinzhen reached out and touched his head. The child hadn't shaved his head yet, and his hair felt short and soft, and it felt good to the touch.

After touching it a few more times, he lowered his head and looked around, but he didn't find anything wrong.

Cheng An gestured with his small hand above his head, then pointed to his little feet, and expressed his problem of missing dragon horns and claws in his mouth.

Yinzhen didn't understand what he meant, but listening to his childish tone, he found it quite interesting.

How come I didn't realize that children are so fun...

Thinking in his heart, he rubbed Cheng An's head and said, "I'll tell Brother Fourteen after you can understand what I said, and now Brother will take you to play archery!"

archery?

Cheng An heard his words, tilted his head and looked at him, temporarily forgetting about claws.

Waiting on the side, Tai listened to Yinzhen's words and felt a little headache. After all, the little elder brother is only so old, how can he play with such a dangerous thing.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that Yinzhen had got up and walked out with his little elder brother in his arms, so he had to go forward to remind him: "Fourteen beauties, it's cold outside, and Lord Long Live won't let little elder brother go out."

In 48, when Kangxi sub-divided the princes, Yinzhen was named Gushan Beizi, and now he is no longer a bald elder brother.

When he heard the eunuch's words, he remembered that the younger brother in his arms was too young to take it out casually.

The space in the warm pavilion is not small. When he was in his own house, he used to play arrows in the house, but this is the Qianqing Palace after all, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so he could only give up this idea in the end.

Yinzhen sat down again holding his younger brother in his arms, and began to think about what else he could play with.

Last time he saw Yinzhen reading to Chengan, but he liked Wu better than Wen himself, so he didn't think about it at all.

"Brother, let's go!" Cheng An saw that his brother was taking him back to sit back, and he pointed to the direction of the door as he wanted to go out to play a long time ago.

"It's quite smooth to talk." Yinzhen flicked his forehead and said, "Huang Ama won't let me, don't think about it."

Cheng An understood what he said, and sighed like a grown-up.

"You have learned to sigh at a young age." Yinzhen laughed amused by his small appearance, thinking that this is really "forced to express sorrow".

Hearing his laughter, Cheng An couldn't help calling him: "Brother."

"Okay, brother archery can't take you to throw pots to play." Yinzhen barely thought of an activity that could be played in the house, and didn't consider whether his age was suitable for playing, so he directly ordered someone to bring things over.

Jug is a very simple game, which is to throw arrows into the pot from a certain distance.

After the things were delivered, Cheng An immediately curiously took an arrow in his hand.

Fortunately, the arrow used for throwing the pot didn't have an arrowhead, so he wasn't afraid of hurting him, so Yinzhen didn't stop him from taking it, and let him sit firmly on the couch and said: "Look good."

After saying that, he directly grabbed an arrow and threw it into the pot steadily.

Cheng An didn't react at first, when he threw the second arrow, he looked at him and then at the pot not far away, stretched out a pair of small hands and clapped.

Yinzhen turned his head when he heard the applause, and saw him slapping his hands excitedly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and immediately threw the third arrow in his hand without looking at it.

After the arrow drew an arc in mid-air, it perfectly landed in the pot with a bang.

"Wow--"

After the little cheerleader let out an exclamation, his little hands clapped even louder.

With his support, Yinzhen immediately became excited, and then threw a few more arrows, all of which hit the pot.

After throwing all the arrows in a barrel, Yinzhen turned around and walked to the side of the couch: "Do you understand?"

The little guy sitting on the couch didn't answer, but stretched out his hands to hug him.

After Yinzhen stretched out his hand to pick him up, he put him not far from the pot: "You try to cast one."

The eunuch next to him saw that the little elder brother was about to have someone else's arrow in his hand, and felt that the fourteenth elder brother was really fooling around, but he only dared to think in his heart and didn't dare to show half of it on the face.

Cheng An's ability to imitate is still very good, and he immediately imitated his action just now and raised the arrow and threw it forward.

After all, he was too young, and the pot was not much shorter than others, so such a casual throw was naturally impossible to hit.

"It's not littering like this." Seeing his movements, Yinzhen squatted down to demonstrate to him.

Cheng An watched his moves and followed suit, but he still missed the shot.

He was not disappointed, on the contrary, he thought it was quite fun, and then he started to throw arrows one after another quickly, and after a while, arrows were scattered all over the pot.

"Hehehe..." Cheng An, who threw a handful of arrows, clapped his little hands and laughed, thinking it was fun.

Seeing that he was so happy to throw an arrow without hitting a single one, Yinzhen shook his head in his heart, stretched out his hand to hug him from behind, and took him by the hand to throw.

The first time, Yinzhen was about to throw an arrow, but he didn't release it in time, so when he did it again, he first reminded: "I said to let go when I said to release."

"Brother!" Cheng An finally hit an arrow, turned around and shouted at him happily.

Yinzhen smiled and said, "Come again."

He teaches like this, although he can't keep hitting every shot, he can still hit a few out of ten.

After teaching for a while, Yinzhen withdrew his hand and said, "Try another shot yourself."

It was easier for Cheng An to be held higher by him than to stand on the ground by himself, but it was still not so easy to make a shot by himself.

This is also normal, after all, this set of throwing pots is for adults, the size is not suitable for him, and it is not easy to exert force at all.

But Yinzhen didn't believe in evil, and approached the pot step by step with him in his arms, insisting on letting him hit one by himself.

"Come again."

After Yinzhen finished speaking, Cheng An turned his head to look at him and let go of his hand, only to hear a "clang", and the arrow went straight into the pot.

"Okay!" Seeing that he hit the shot, Yinzhen called out good.

When Kangxi stepped into the door, he saw his fourteenth son standing beside the pot with his youngest son in his arms. He bent over slightly, and the arrow in the youngest son's hand was only a few inches away from the mouth of the pot. into the pot.

Seeing him, he was ashamed to call "Okay", Kangxi didn't know what expression to put on for a moment.

The two brothers were all focused on throwing pots, and they didn't realize that Kangxi had returned until the servants in the warm pavilion saluted Xiang.

After Yinzhen put down his brother in his arms and saluted, he realized that the time passed so quickly, and it was already noon!

"Ama!" Cheng An who was put on the ground ran over and hugged Kangxi's leg, then pointed to the throwing pot behind him and said "babbling".

"It's also called a throwing pot, you almost put the arrow in it." Kangxi joked as he looked at the youngest son in front of him, stretched out his hand and asked someone to hand him an arrow, and then threw it out.

Bang-dang--

After the arrow entered the pot, it rebounded again, and then fell back into the pot again.

When Yinzhen heard what his family Huang Ama said, he felt a little embarrassed when he thought that he brought his younger brother to throw the pot like this. After seeing Huang Ama's action, he immediately called out "OK".

Hearing his brother's voice, Cheng An said, "Okay~"

Compared with Yinzhen's clear voice, his voice is soft and milky.

Kangxi was in a good mood when he heard the applause from his two sons. He stretched out his hand to pick up the younger son in front of him, and then asked someone to hand him an arrow.

Cheng An took the arrow and subconsciously threw it out, but of course he still missed.

Seeing this, Yinzhen on the side said: "Cheng'an Jin is not small, but this arrow is not suitable for him to play, and it is not easy to exert strength."

Kangxi nodded, and he threw a few arrows at random in exchange for his younger son's clapping and applause, before he let the things be removed.

It was getting late, Yinzhen glanced at his younger brother who was being hugged by Huang Ama, and was about to bow and leave, but Kangxi, who was in a good mood, asked him to stay for dinner.

"Thank you Huang Ama." Yinzhen didn't expect such a good thing, and stayed after thanking her.

This was the first time Cheng An saw his brother at the dinner table, and he felt a little excited.

Kangxi saw that he couldn't sit still like a thorn on his body, so he reached out and patted his little butt: "Sit down."

After he finished speaking, Cheng An honestly sat in his arms for a while, then continued to turn his head to look in Yinzhen's direction and called out: "Brother."

After Kangxi came back, Yinzhen was not as wanton as before, and he only nodded slightly when he heard him call him.

By the time the father and son sat down, the lunch on the table had already been lifted, and the aroma immediately permeated the air.

A bowl of egg custard exclusively for Chengan was sent to Kangxi first, and he picked up the spoon and fed it to his son.

Next to Yinzhen, seeing Huang Ama's "carrying a baby" was fine, but he even fed him himself, and he was secretly speechless.

Although it is just a simple bowl of egg custard, there are actually a lot of good ingredients in it. It tastes fresh and tender, so delicious that even the tongue can swallow it.

Cheng An still likes to eat this egg custard, but he has eaten too much recently, and the attraction is not as good as before, so he still looks at Yinzhen while eating, probably because he thinks it is fresh to have his brother eating with him.

Kangxi saw that he was working hard to feed him here, but he was lucky, he only had the elder brother next to him, and thought that since he liked his elder brother so much, let his elder brother feed him well, so that he could have a good lunch.

Thinking of this, he directly stuffed the person into Yinzhen's arms, and at the same time signaled Liang Jiugong to bring the egg custard over.

"Huang Ama..."

After Yinzhen understood Huang Ama's meaning, he was at a loss for not having any experience in feeding.

"It's rare for Chengan to get close to you, you, the elder brother, have to feed him well." After Kangxi finished speaking, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating.