Huanzhu's love life

Qianlong selected Danba Doerji as Ziwei's forehead.He went to tell the queen mother to know.

The queen mother thought for a while, but she didn't remember this person.

The queen had some impressions, and said: "Could it be that they were among the children living in the palace with Lavandorzi of Celing's family?"

Qianlong said: "Not bad."

The queen thought about it again, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't he the eldest son?"

When the queen mother heard this, she also sat up straight and looked at Qianlong.

Qianlong said: "The three elder brothers above him, when they came to Beijing the year before last, they might as well have caught the disease, and they all went away in just a few months. The youngest son of him was left behind."

The Empress Dowager recited Buddha's name while listening, and said, "Amitabha, sorry to see you." Then she asked, "How does the Emperor look at that child?"

Qianlong smiled and said: "The talent is rare in the past two years. He looks very handsome, with a fair face, a heroic spirit, and a good mind."

The queen mother smiled and asked: "How is it compared to Fukang'an?"

Qianlong hurriedly laughed and said, "Yo! Hahahaha."

The queen sat on the side, with a smile on her lips, watching their mother and son talking without saying a word.

A few days later, Danbadorji received a decree asking him to go to Songhezhai to meet the Queen Mother and Qianlong tomorrow.

Dambadorzi smiled and asked the master, "Why don't you tell me a few words?"

The master said, "What do you order?"

Dambadorji said: "You just told me those words a few days ago. Don't be afraid that I won't cover up. In front of the emperor and queen mother, reveal the 01:30 o'clock?"

The master snorted and said, "How can you show it. Even if you show it, they can't see it."

Dambadorji was stunned, and hurriedly asked: "What's your intention, master? This Emperor Qianlong has a clear brain and sharp eyes."

The master said: "This has nothing to do with intelligence or eyesight. People in the imperial court, be it the royal family or bureaucrats, are used to being self-centered, and only have room for themselves in their eyes and hearts. You can't even learn to change positions and think from the other side's point of view."

The master saw that Danbadorji was not convinced and wanted to open his mouth to refute, so he stopped him, and continued: "I know, you want to say that they haven't changed their minds, otherwise how could the Mongolian prince be played by them like a three-year-old child?" In applause. The Qing government grasped their greed and desire for power, and every step of the chess pieces was just right."

Dambadorzi nodded, which is exactly what he meant.

The master continued: "It's a pity that the imperial court's empathy has only come so far. I don't know whether it should be said that they should 'push themselves and others' or 'use others by themselves'. In short, no matter how they think about it, they They cannot do without a 'self'. Even if the imperial court thinks about other people's minds, they must base themselves on their own minds. They will only use their own set of principles and logic to understand and calculate others. Even if they think wrong, they themselves I don’t even realize it, but the more I feel that I am reasonable.”

Dambadorzi said with a smile: "In Beijing dialect, you just take yourself too seriously."

The master said: "You can also come up with a few Beijing movies, it's not bad." Then he said: "It's really no problem for our Mongolian princes, but it's no big deal for you who are so broken and greedy." Useful. You are already a foreigner, and the way of respect, filial piety, scheming, and scheming is not exactly the same as them. In the future, when they meet more distant aliens, if they are not born with the same principles as him, they will It’s like talking to a duck completely, and it’s impossible to communicate.”

Dambadorzi waved his hand and said, "It's no good, master, you've stunned me. I won't talk to you anymore, let's go for a walk first."

The master smiled and said, "Don't get lost again."

Since Little Swallow started practicing calligraphy with Qianlong, she never missed her homework.More or less, write a few strokes every day.Qianlong was also very proud to see that her handwriting was more and more like his own, because he taught it.

The greatest convenience that Qianlong's self-satisfaction brought to Little Swallow was to be able to look through Qianlong's copybooks.

Her eyesight is not enough, and many times she still can't understand "what's good" or "what's so good" about a certain word.

It's just an eye addiction, playing time.

On this day, Ziwei read the post with her.

Little Yanzi smiled and said, ""Cold Food Post" is not in Chengde, so you ran away for nothing."

Ziwei said: "I don't want to see that."

Little Swallow was tongue-tied.She was completely brainwashed by Fu Changan.Fu Chang'an's madness that day made her think that whoever rushed into Qianlong's study room was rushing to "Cold Food Post".

There are several long sheets of paper spread out on the desk of Qianlong's book. I thought there would be a lot of content, but unexpectedly only two strings of poems were separated.Moreover, the number of words on each piece of paper is different, and it looks like an unsatisfactory draft.

Little Yanzi saw that Ziwei was reading, so she leaned over to read it too, but it took half a day just to break sentences.

There are only two characters in each vertical line, and countless vertical lines can be extended to form a poem.

Ziwei picked up one and looked at it, only to see that it read:

Reciprocating/difficult to find/end tail/color line/bottom is/karma/fog cover/red dust/warm sentence/thinkable/don't be/love

Little Yanzi couldn't break these sentences, so she didn't care about them any more. She just remembered that she had read a certain copybook somewhere, and it was written in the same format.Two characters per line, sentence punctuation is troublesome.

She walked back and forth in the room three times before she remembered what it was.

It was the typeface written by Fu Chang'an.

"Fang Fang is surrounded by green calyx, glowing in a courtyard. Zero dew is like drunk, and the residual glow seems to melt. The painting is difficult to write, and the good fortune is left alone. The dancing butterflies and the scented path are lightly chasing the evening breeze."

Radiant and beautiful, dazzling.Sharp-edged frankness.Not harmonious, not clumsy, free and easy.

It is exactly the same style as the unidentified poem in front of me, but its character is completely different.

"Chasing the evening wind gracefully", fierce and poignant to the extreme, has reached the peak, and after that, there is only loneliness to seek defeat.

Seeing Little Yanzi wandering around the room by herself, Ziwei's cheeks were flushed with excitement. For some reason, she didn't bother to ask. The incomplete manuscript in front of her was so interesting that it attracted all her energy.

Ziwei only smiled and asked the eunuch who was waiting on the pen and ink: "Your father-in-law, where did Huang Ama pick this sentence?"

The eunuch was surprised, it was only Little Swallow who was always holding on to the copybook and asking random questions, Ziwei came rarely, was quiet, and never talked much.But he didn't show any signs of expression, just bowed and said: "Master Long Live has practiced these two calligraphy for a long time, it must have been more than ten years. The servant doesn't know the source of the calligraphy."

Ziwei had no choice but to put down the copybook with regret.

Little Yanzi also woke up, and the two went back together without mentioning it.

When Dambadorzi came back from the Queen Mother, the master smiled and said, "It's really settled."

Danbadorji said: "That's not true." Then he laughed and said: "The distinction between monarchs and ministers is that the princess is married to Mongolia, and everyone has to kneel down to accept the prince, Fujin, husband, and uncle. But our family The prince really wished for it, he was very happy to see the messenger at home."

The master said seriously: "This is not the princess, but the dignified Princess Heshuo."

Dambadorji said, "It's a bigger Bodhisattva."

Thinking of this, Danbadorji smiled proudly: "Fortunately, we can't just worship Bodhisattvas without chanting sutras. If that princess is also as cold and indifferent as a clay sculpture, I will offer her as an ancestor. It is delicious. She waits and waits, and only speaks Mongolian to her when meeting. She better not get used to me as a reckless man, and it will be easier for everyone if you don’t call me a few times. Anyway, I am a fool who can’t speak Chinese, and even the emperor knows it.”

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