Summary: I am a good father

The front yard of the Four Baylor House.

Wang Junsheng looked at the middle-aged man in the bronze mirror with a somewhat complicated expression. Perhaps it was because of his solemn face all the year round, so Wang Junsheng always felt that his face was a little stiff.

His forehead is full of forehead wrinkles. Although he is not yet 40 years old, he looks much older than his peers, which shows that his life is not so peaceful.

The original owner, Wang Junsheng is very familiar, very familiar, because he used to be his son, so he said, this fucking life.

Wang Junsheng sighed, and Su Peisheng, who was waiting at the side, became more cautious when he heard the low sigh. Thinking about the elder brother in the backyard, he couldn't help but want to sigh. He had a high fever for three days. Not to mention the imperial doctor, even the Immortal Da Luo, I'm afraid it will be difficult to save.

The master, who was always cold and serious, became even more depressed. Everyone in the huge Baylor Mansion tightened their tails, fearing that if they offended the master, they might lose their lives.

Even Master Li, who has always been favored and proud, huddled in his yard, and ignored the housekeeper power he had always valued, let alone other people.

"Su Peisheng, send someone to the yamen to ask for a day off."

"Master, what should I do with the prince?"

Su Peisheng arched his body and asked calmly.

"To tell you the truth, the second brother probably won't blame him. He just said that I'll treat the second brother to a drink after Hui'er recovers."

Wang Junsheng pondered for a moment, and ordered.

"The slave knows, let's do it."

Finding that the master was safe, Su Peisheng didn't panic, and withdrew...

Su Peisheng's disciple is called Su Le, and he has a very cute baby face. He is the one who takes care of the original owner when there are things on weekdays. With his head down, Su Le followed behind Wang Junsheng, striding towards the backyard.

——————————————————————————————————

Baylor House, seek your own home

Sifujin Ulanara was emaciated, her eyes were red and swollen. Although her clothes were neat, she no longer had the grace and majesty of Sifujin in the past. Wang Junsheng couldn't help holding her hand, and helped her up Greeting Ulanara,

"Don't worry about it, how is big brother?"

"Master..." Upon hearing this, Ulanara burst into tears, sobbing that she was almost speechless.

"Master, if the imperial doctor said that if the fever doesn't go down today, I'm afraid... Otherwise, it's better to prepare earlier..."

A maidservant nearby replied in a low voice.

Wang Junsheng found that Ulanara's nanny reached out and pinched the little maid, but this is Ulanara's yard, and his male master is mostly open-minded about these dirty things in the backyard. With one eye closed.

"It's okay, Hui'er will definitely turn danger into good luck, everything is safe and sound, send someone to look for Wang Dong in the front yard, ask him to buy a few jars of burning knives and bring them in, I'll go and see Hui'er first."

After he finished speaking, he stepped into the inner room. Ulanara was obviously very angry, and he didn't care about his husband in the inner room, so he ordered in a hateful voice,

"Send this girl back to the clan mansion. The Baylor mansion is too small to accommodate such a big-hearted maid!"

The servant girl obviously didn't expect that her words would bring such a result, her face was ashen, but she didn't dare to make a noise, so she was framed obediently.

Obviously, Sifujin's control over the inner courtyard is still in place, at least in her yard, Honghui's yard, there is no problem at all, maybe her words are more effective than Sibeile.

Wang Junsheng took the cold handkerchief from the servant girl and wiped Honghui's body. The child's face was flushed with fever, and his little face was so thin that it was not as big as a palm. A stable appearance.

Forehead, neck, back of head, armpits, back, thighs, palms, soles of feet, Wang Junsheng calmly and mechanically repeated this action.

After a while, Ulanara came in with someone carrying a burning knife and spirits out of his mouth. The couple worked together and wiped his body over and over again. The whole room exuded a nauseating smell of alcohol. .

"Put two more charcoal basins, and open the window of the outhouse to let in some air."

Wang Junsheng didn't mean to explain, and everyone knew that this man was a one-sided man. Ulanara wanted to say something, but finally gave up, and the servants and women in the room immediately moved.

After wiping it repeatedly for almost an hour, Wang Junsheng felt that his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them up, and the original owner's physical fitness was really bad.Wang Junsheng felt that he could no longer judge Honghui's body temperature with his lips and forehead, so he ordered without raising his head.

"Send someone to the outer courtyard to invite the imperial physician over and ask him to diagnose the elder brother's pulse."

"Ah..."

It was Su Peisheng's voice. It seemed that he had gone to the Yamen to ask for leave and came back.

This is the alcohol I changed, and I don't know what the situation is now.Ulanara's face showed a determined attitude, and Wang Junsheng was a little moved by the appearance of a she-wolf.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine!"

Perhaps it was the remaining emotion of the original owner, so Wang Junsheng stretched out his hand, held her hand, and comforted her.

"Ok, I know."

Ulanara replied, but her voice was choked and determined.

The speed of the crowd was very fast, and Wang Junsheng didn't bother to toss about those imaginary things. The imperial doctor's expression was calm, without a trace of panic, which made him feel a little bit emotional. This royal product really looks good.

"Doctor Xu, how is the situation?"

Wang Junsheng asked with a hoarse voice, and Ulanara felt that his hand was being held tightly, and it was painful.But at this moment, she couldn't care about herself, and almost held her breath, wanting to know what the imperial physician would say.

"Brother's body temperature has dropped, as long as it doesn't repeat itself, it should be fine. I'll prescribe another prescription, just take care of it and stabilize it."

Imperial Physician Xu's expression was uplifting, with a bit of joy in his stability, which made people feel extremely comfortable.

Wang Junsheng noticed that the whole room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, a little bit more relaxed.

"Su Peisheng, reward!" The cold-faced Baylor continued to speak concisely.

Ulanara couldn't stop crying with joy, Wang Junsheng also understood her motherly heart, and slowed down his voice,

"Stop crying, be careful not to hurt your eyes, this is a good thing, you should be happy."

Her cold-faced husband had never been so gentle in front of people. Ulanara raised her head in shock, saw the tenderness in his eyes, then lowered her head again, and wiped away her tears with the handkerchief in her hand.

"Come on, go into the palace and report to the emperor and the concubine de concubine that they are safe."

After returning to normal, Si Fujin returned to her previous shrewdness and ability. In many cases, where the original owner did not expect, she was the one who checked for omissions and made up for vacancies. This also made the original owner feel at ease about Si Fujin.

"Well, it makes sense. I got a box of high-quality Polygonum multiflorum a few days ago. I will leave two yuan for Mrs. Ulanara, and two yuan for Empress Defei."

For such an order, Si Fujin has his own understanding. This is his comfort to himself. What he said is also reasonable. Although the intellectual analysis is correct, the corners of Ulanara's mouth are still curled up. very high.

Obviously, no matter what it was for, in short, her husband, her father, had feelings for her and valued her natal family, which was enough to satisfy Si Fujin.

Of course, the best news is my son, the high fever has finally subsided.

"Sister Uma, go to the small kitchen and cook white rice porridge. I will give it to the elder brother when he wakes up. There are also medicines that need to be cooked, and brought over after they are warmed up."

The gentle and shrewd Sifujin is indispensable to the original owner, and of course, it is the same for Wang Junsheng now.

After the news of eldest elder brother's recovery spread, the entire Sibeile Mansion was immersed in joy, at least on the surface.

As for Master Li's maid who "accidentally" destroyed the porcelain on the Bogu shelf, everyone could only make up for her according to the rules.

Wang Junsheng didn't express any opinion on this, he just pretended that he had never heard of it, as for how Sifu Jin would deal with it, and how Li Shi would fight back, that was a matter of their inner house.

It was time for eight-year-old Honghui to move out of the inner courtyard and study in the outer courtyard.

Of course, the six-year-old little grandson would go to the palace to study in the study. Except for birthdays, holy birthdays, and Chinese New Year, the rest of the days would be rainy and stormy.

The abnormal education method of reading 120 times and writing 120 times silently has achieved remarkable results for at least the two generations of Kangxi and his son.

As for the third generation, it seems that it will suddenly fail.

Prosperity must decline, which also makes sense.

But the current situation is actually not that good for Wang Junsheng, but he is really just here to raise a child, and the object is the elder brother Honghui who has just escaped from danger, so let him take the heirloom or something. go wind...

Now he is more like a thousand sails, with a peaceful mind, and he really doesn't have much interest in planning and planning.

So he still hugged Kangxi's thigh tightly, hugged the prince's thigh tightly, and then dawdled.

After Hong Hui took a few mouthfuls of white rice porridge and the Chinese medicine that made people want to vomit, he lay down and rested again. He also sorted out his thoughts and decided on his future path.

Although his face was pale, Hong Hui still moved forward and retreated properly, making people feel extraordinary at such a young age.But Wang Junsheng knows that this is the most basic in the royal family.

But it seems good for a cold-faced prince to have a gentle son?

"You are so old, and you don't know how to cherish yourself. Tiring your mother, it's useless..."

"Master, you've been tired all day, go wash up and rest..."

Seeing her son's pitiful appearance, Sifujin couldn't bear it, and then she rushed forward. Wang Junsheng couldn't see her intentions, but he didn't refute it. He flicked his sleeves, turned and left.

"Hmph, a loving mother with many failures, I will have to practice riding and shooting in the future, and I will move to the outer courtyard when I am finished!"

As soon as her husband made the final decision, Sifujin didn't bother to comfort her son. How could Lord Belle have such an idea?

After seeing off her husband who was still a little unfulfilled, Sifujin looked at his son who looked a bit gloomy, smiled, and began to comfort him,

"Oh, you, Ama, are like this. You don't agree with your heart. You have a high fever today. He didn't know how anxious he was. He took care of you for half a day. After your high fever subsided, he rested for a while. He was also strict with you. For your own good, you must not hold any grudges..."

"Emiang, my son knows that Ama has such a temper. Emiang must be tired too. Let's rest with my son for a while."

Honghui smiled back at Eniang, seeing her tired face, and persuaded her.

"Alright, Erniang and Hui'er rest together."

——————————————————————————————

Baylor House, Front Yard Study

"...Master, the prince seems to be a little unhappy."

Su Peisheng maintained a consistent tone, and reported his errand in a somewhat rigid manner from the beginning to the end. He said the last sentence very lightly.

"Well, I see."

Su Peisheng knew it was time to step back, he stood up slowly, looked at his dozing master, and left the study.Wang Junsheng once again used the system to repair his body, and he couldn't be more cruel. His whole body was in a state of extreme sourness, which was really terrible.

Fortunately, tomorrow he will be able to enjoy the benefits of youth and health.

Now that there is no problem with his task target, it is time for Wang Junsheng to go back to the Yamen to clock in and go to work.

After the next day's court meeting, Kangxi left his fourth son behind and asked a few words about his son-in-law's current situation. Of course, beside him stood the magnificent prince.

"My son thanked Huang Ama for his concern. He is already well. The imperial doctor said that he can take care of him in the future."

"Well, that's good. Only when you raise a child will you know that your parents are suffering, so you can't slack off, and share my worries for me..."

"Thank you Huang Ama for teaching, my son has recorded it."

After listening to Kangxi's long series of "balalala..." long-winded words, Wang Junsheng still looked respectful and made Kangxi feel like a loving father, so he was allowed to leave.

The high-spirited prince also left together. In the 44th year of Kangxi, there are still three years before the "abandoned prince". Although the prince has a little sense of crisis, he is indeed full of glory.

"Second brother, thank you for your forgiveness these days."

The fourth elder brother Yinzhen was originally a man of few words, the prince was already very satisfied to be able to say such a sentence, and the two left Qianqing Palace talking and laughing.

After parting in the harem, Wang Junsheng turned his footsteps, walked through the pavilions and pavilions, crossed the corridors and alleys, and went to the Yonghe Palace.

Both mother and son are extremely polite, worse than strangers, but this is the mother and son from the previous life, the real one.

Wang Junsheng found that Concubine De actually didn't know how to get along with this cold-faced son who exudes a stern aura at any time, so the two of them said a few polite words and greeted a few words, and then they were completely cold.

Wang Junsheng also didn't want to change the original owner's temperament and his thoughts on how to behave in the world. In fact, if he is more indifferent and talks less, his life will actually be more enjoyable.

Anyway, he doesn't have much intention to win the heir, so there is no need to run the officialdom, manage contacts, take in subordinates and the like, so just close the door and live comfortably by yourself.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he can be stepped on by others. In this world, apart from Kangxi and the prince, Wang Junsheng never thought about who he would be angry with, not even Concubine De...

After all, he is a boy. Although he was seriously ill before, he is recovering very quickly now. Sifujin forced Honghui to rest at the house for more than half a month. He really couldn't drag it on any longer, so he slowly Let people clean up the yard and arrange the furniture in the outer courtyard, planning to find a good day in the near future, and then move to the front yard.

It seems that Mr. Dai who entered the mansion is really not the counselor of Lord Baylor, but a teacher, doing enlightenment work for several children in Baylor Mansion.

Mr. Dai also looks like a master, and he is not in a hurry. After clocking in for work, he is enjoying himself in the study of the palace holding all kinds of lonely books.

The Four Baylor Mansion has really begun to enter a comfortable life...

Wang Junsheng is familiar with all the errands in the yamen, and it will not cause too much burden to him. Besides, he is also slowly changing his style, not like the original owner. Everything is in his own hands. There are Manchus and Hans in the household department and there is a minister, and they are divided up level by level. He can take care of many things.

His workload has dropped sharply, but everyone in the household department is upset. Although the prince will not do everything by himself like before, the current prince is even more terrifying. It was the shivering of the calf, dripping with cold sweat.

No one wants to fool this master.

Wang Junsheng had more leisure time, and he didn't think about seizing the heir and winning people's hearts. Naturally, he had more time to stay in the mansion, and Honghui, who moved to the outer courtyard to seek his own residence, had a good day.

For Honghui, this is really a good day, he has always admired, beloved Ama will personally teach him riding and archery, martial arts, why is this not a good day?

After taking a cup of tea, Hong Hui sat down on the ground. He was so tired that his thighs were trembling.

"Don't sit down, get up and walk around slowly."

Wang Junsheng sat drinking tea and ordered.

"My son knows."

Hong Hui answered pantingly, and then climbed up with hands and feet.He is also learning riding and archery, and the martial arts masters in the palace will teach him, but if he stands on horseback, no one may ask for it.

So Wang Junsheng made up this lesson for his son, and his footing was unstable, so what else could he do?

After Hong Hui's whole day's homework was over, he could go back to wash and rest, and went to the backyard to receive Er Niang's comfort.

Of course, there is also the whole family dining together.

This time is when Honghui is the quietest. Of course, everyone is quiet, because the cold-faced prince will appear, so people hold their breath, for fear that they will be stared at by him while breathing heavily.

Anyway, there are quite a few people who feel that they are not full and have indigestion.

From the woman of Four Baylor to the son of...

Wang Junsheng himself didn't feel much. The original owner had a picky taste. In order to let her husband eat well, Si Fujin chose a good cook, so he was very satisfied with the food.

"Let's go after eating..."

After Wang Junsheng finished speaking, Honghui immediately put down the brown rice tea in his hand, got up and said goodbye to his mother-in-law, and then followed Ama who was not far away, and went to the study in the front yard.

The footsteps of the father and son were extremely slow, and they were exercising after dinner. Su Peisheng led a group of people to follow from a distance.