The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

Ever since Changning used his thundering methods last time, the backyard of the Beile Mansion has been so quiet that no one dares to come out and cause trouble.

Even Mrs. Fu now stays indoors, copying Buddhist scriptures every day according to the Fourth Master's instructions and doing needlework for Honghui.

The affairs of the mansion were now under the charge of Madam Ma, the head nanny of the front yard. All food, clothing and daily necessities, the best ones had to be sent to Qingzhi Courtyard first, and then to the front yard of the prince.

As for the wife and other princesses, they all sat in the back row.

After resting for a few days, Changning felt that he should go and talk to Mengguqing in person, after all, this matter involved her.

Regardless of whether Niuhulu's attempts to sow discord were successful, she did not want to be an enemy of Mengguqing.

Mengguqing's courtyard is different from Qingzhi's courtyard.

There are pomegranate trees, grape racks, hosta flowers, etc. in Qingzhiyuan, which is really interesting.

But Mengguqing's yard was very empty, with only a shelf next to it, on which were placed various spears and weapons.

When Changning arrived, she was practicing with a whip in the yard. Her movements were crisp and neat, her body was light, and she swung the whip with each stroke, making a whistling sound. She looked so heroic.

Looking at her appearance, Changning suddenly thought of the book that Chunni mentioned. There was a story about a female general who joined the army to fight in place of her father. It must be a woman like Mengguqing.

"Hey? Changning, you're here. Come in and sit down."

When Mengguqing saw Changning, he quickly put away his whip and welcomed her in. He even teased her with interest: "I heard that you killed that Niuhulu Gege a few days ago, and scared those women a lot, haha!"

"I came here for this matter. After all, it involves you. Meng Guqing, the matter of medicinal materials..."

Mengguqing quickly waved her hand to interrupt her.

"Changning, you treat me well, and I know it in my heart. You and the Fucha family have done your best in this matter of Eji, not to mention that you brought Eji's handwritten letter, which is a great favor to me. I, Mengguqing, am not an ungrateful person, and I will never listen to the provocation of others."

Changning felt relieved. This was good.

But just as she sat down and picked up the teacup, she suddenly found a very familiar ornament on the table.

It is about 70% similar to the wooden eagle that Amur gave to Changxing before, but it is carved a little more roughly. However, at first glance, I thought it was the same one.

That one should have been thrown into the pond by Mengguqing a long time ago, but what about this one?

Mengguqing felt a little uncomfortable and coughed a few times.

"I carved it for fun when I had nothing to do. When I get better, I'll give you one."

Chang Ning curled his lips: "Whatever you say is what it is."

Mengguqing was a little anxious: "I really don't miss Amur! Really!"

"I didn't say you missed him."

Seeing Changning's teasing eyes, Mengguqing suddenly lost her temper: "Well, a little bit. When I was a kid, Amur and I played together every day. There was no place on the grassland that we hadn't been to. Once, Amur went to chase sheep and I went to pick flowers by myself. I was almost caught by an eagle, but he saved me."

Meng Guqing lowered his head and said, "In my memory, he has always been a brave and sincere man."

At this point, her tone became even lower.

"I just didn't expect something like this to happen to Yaruo. We can't go back to the way things were."

Changning felt a little sad, but still comforted her in a gentle voice.

"You are a good girl, like an eagle flying on the grassland. No one can trap you."

Mengguqing also knew that Changning treated her sincerely and was a little grateful, but she didn't know how to say anything nice, so she asked her maid to prepare two large boxes of turquoise and red coral for her, saying that they were gifts for the baby in her belly.

When Changning returned to Qingzhiyuan, he found Fei Yang'a sticking his little butt out under the pomegranate tree. When he went over to take a look, he saw that he was poking an ant nest with a small wooden stick.

"Fei Yang'a, why are you back again? You have finished writing the big characters?"

Fei Yang'a turned around and saw his mother. He first chuckled, then retorted: "Mother! I've told you so many times! You can't call me by my Manchu nickname anymore. You have to call me Hong Zhao! Hong! Zhao!"

Changning held his forehead with his hand. Ever since Fei Yang'a started playing with the other little princes from the prince's mansion, he had learned self-respect before he had learned anything else.

Hongsheng from the Third Master's house, Hongsheng from the Fifth Master's house, Hongchun from the Fourteenth Master's house, and Hongtun, the son of the Thirteenth Concubine Zhaojia Yunchun born two years ago, all of them often come to the house, especially Wanhe's son, Hongchun, who plays best with Fei Yang'a.

It is easy for children to compare with each other when they are together.

Fei Yang'a has been pestering her for several beautiful Mongolian swords and a spinning top. He has been practicing in the yard these days, saying that he cannot be outdone by his cousins.

Then there is the issue of the name.

Everyone else was called Hongsheng and Hongchun, but he and his brother were nicknames, which made them sound inferior. Therefore, Fei Yang'a no longer allowed others to call him "Fei Yang'a", and he had to call him "Hongzhao".

He even helped supervise and correct his brother, who had to be called "Hong Yan".

Changning thought about it and was willing to take care of the child's self-esteem. After all, a three-year-old child is in the rebellious period, so he asked the people around him to pay attention.

Yinzhen was also happy when he heard it. He picked up Fei Yang'a and kissed him a few times, which made him so shy that he twisted and turned in his father's arms.

When Hutuli saw this, he scratched his face with his index finger and made fun of his brother.

"Diudiudiu, you are so shameless! The machine gun can't penetrate it!"

This ballad was taught to them by Changning.

It was the first time Yinzhen heard it.

"What's a machine gun?"

"It's a musket, a kind of musket that fires in rapid succession. It can kill many people with one sweep."

Yinzhen was a little surprised: "Where did you hear that?"

Changning started talking nonsense, saying that he had seen it in a book when he was a child, and there were even pictures, so he described its general appearance.

Yinzhen had an idea in his mind, thinking it must be a matchlock gun, but without the rope. It sounds quite ingenious. However, there are many Western guns in the palace of the emperor's father, and I wonder if there is a matchlock gun like this.

Ever since Kangxi was cured by the Western medicine called quinine, Western things became popular inside and outside the palace.

This area of ​​trade is now under the charge of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Fu Cha Changxing, who is Changning's third brother.

Thinking of this, Yinzhen suddenly laughed. Now, the Fucha family has all the talents in civil, military and business, with a wide range of interests. With Bodel leading the way, the family has risen to an unprecedented height.

Mengguqing is the daughter of a Mongolian prince. With two such important concubines, the emperor must have ignored her for a while.

But that's okay.

Yinzhen thought that until the dragon flew away, he would just stay in the clouds.