He Shen

Within a few days, Shanbao heard from Fukang'an that Qianlong recognized his adopted daughter and named him Huanzhugege.

"Isn't it your own?"

That day, Shanbao was driving along a paddock, so Fukang'an didn't think too much about this question, and said in a low voice, "I tell you, don't spread the word everywhere. It's a dragon girl, but how can Wansui dare to say it directly?" Lala recognize it? If it is a princess, there will be trouble in the clan mansion. The sixteenth master is old, but he is not confused at all. The princess has to make a jade certificate first, but the mother who returned the princess has never entered the palace. , how should I write it? There are too many things involved, after all, regarding the name of Long Live, I have to say that she is a foster daughter."

"Huanzhugege is very popular, right?"

"What's so favored? Long live didn't let her recognize her as the queen." Fukang'an is close to the royal family, and the twists and turns here can be understood at a glance. Well, at least she can be called a princess. Long live put her in the Yanxi Palace of the concubine Ling, under the name of the concubine, at most she is of a noble grade."

Fukang'an didn't take Huanzhugege seriously at all. Gu Lun and Princess Jing both called his elder sister directly; Zhugege really didn't fall into Fukang'an's eyes.

Next, news about the Huanzhugege appeared in the palace one after another: he knew martial arts, climbed over the wall in the middle of the night, and was hit by a board...

After dinner, Qianlong chatted and laughed with Fu Heng, and his affection was beyond words, "This little swallow is very interesting, it is the first time I have seen such an interesting child...haha...so cute, you actually told me 'The state-owned Qianlong, the valley does not breed worms'... tell me, where did she get these ideas?"

"Huan Zhu Ge Ge is lively and lovely, making Long Live Dragon's heart happy, which is also a kind of filial piety."

"The child looks familiar to me as soon as I saw it. The concubine Ling said that her eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as mine." Seeing Fu Heng's calm expression, Qianlong continued, "If you see Xiaochun'er when you are free, you will definitely like her too."

Fu Heng replied, "Long live the slave, long live the dragon girl, the slave can only be respectful."

Fu Heng was not surprised, the smile on Qianlong's face gradually dissipated, he sighed, and asked softly, "I have another daughter, are you happy?"

"Long live's happy event is the slave's happy event, the world's happy event."

Qianlong held Fu Heng's hand and asked, "Tell me the truth!"

"A slave will never go beyond." Although Fu Heng's voice was soft, he looked at Qianlong with unquestionable determination and beautiful eyes, and asked, "Isn't a slave having an heir, and Long Live not happy for the slave?"

"You are really..." Qianlong only lost his composure for a moment, and immediately smiled, "Little Swallow grew up outside the palace. These days, she was bored to death. She even climbed over the palace wall to get out of the palace. The top fell off, luckily it didn't fall, I want to take her to sacrifice to heaven next month and let her breathe, what do you think?"

Fu Heng didn't miss the disappointment that flashed in Qianlong's eyes, his head was running at high speed like a precise machine, and asked, "There are also Princesses Hejing and Princess Hejia in Beijing, do you also bring these two princesses with you?" Go? What grades are the dresses, sedan chairs, chariots, and ceremonial guards for Princess Huanzhu? Please tell me, the servants have ordered the Ministry of Rites and the Clan Mansion to take care of it in advance, so don’t be caught blind."

"After all, it's my own flesh and blood, but it's only in the name of a righteous daughter, so it should be prepared according to the rank of Heshuogege."

"Long live, if you want to make up for it, why not let Huanzhu Gege recognize her at the queen's knee, the queen's righteous daughter, and be named Princess Heshuo in the future, which is always higher than Heshuogege."

Qianlong shook his head, "The empress' adopted daughter must have a clear background, after all, little Yanzi... If she quietly handed over the token to the clan's residence, I can arrange a parentage for her in the clan in advance, and then signal the queen to accept it as righteousness." Daughter, when she gets married in the future, she will be named Princess Heshuo, and her name is justified. But she fell from the sky like this, and was shot by Yongqi with an arrow. Eight hundred people saw it, and it was too late to stop her. I will do it again This kind of arrangement is nothing but self-deception. The Clan House, the Ministry of Rites, and the Yushitai will definitely follow suit. It is another trouble. I saw that she has a fierce temper and no knowledge, so I suddenly told her to arrange another nominal parent for her. She probably won't be willing. Forget it, He Shuo Gege is He Shuo Gege, just say that she is the adopted daughter I recognized among the people, and there is no need for people to ask the bottom line. I have already said about Uncle Sixteen in advance, and I will give it to you in the future. Let her point out a good marriage to make compensation."

Shanbao and Huanzhugege met for the first time in history. After the Lantern Festival and the dragon raised its head, Qianlong wanted to travel in low clothes. Fukang'an, Shanbao, Fengshenger, and Buyan Dalai were lucky to accompany him, and other close officials such as Fu Heng , Ali Gun, E Min, Liu Lun, Fu Lun, Ji Xiaolan, Hu Taiyi plus several protagonists, and several other masters and secret protectors.

In early spring, the weather is still a bit cold, but the sun is warm. Riding a horse in the suburbs, smelling the fragrance of grass and trees, and looking at the vast sky and earth, it is very comfortable and comfortable.

After a while, bursts of singing and laughter came from the carriage.

Shanbao glanced at the tacit smiles among the fifth elder brother, Fu Erkang, and Fu Ertai, and also raised the corners of his lips. Fu Kangan asked with a smile, "What are you thinking, so happy?"

"It's a beautiful spring day. Walking outside makes you feel refreshed. It's hard not to be happy."

As the sun rose from the east to mid-heaven, a group of people walked to an unnamed hill, surrounded by a spring water like a jade belt at the foot of the hill, Qianlong got off the carriage, surrounded by people behind him, Qianlong laughed and said, "Although this mountain has no name, but The scenery is nice, we brought good wine in the car, got some wine and vegetables, let’s spread a cloth on the ground, sit on the ground, regard the sky as our hut, the earth as our home, eat and drink, isn’t it wonderful?”

Qianlong wanted to eat, although he couldn't go to the village in front of him or the store in the back, everyone had to ask for help. The five princes recommended themselves and went to borrow pots and pans to prepare for a picnic together. Shanbao, Fukang'an, Fengsheng'e, Buyan Dalai went to the car to carry wine and wine utensils, spread a brocade mat on the green grass, and everyone sat scattered on the left and right sides of Qianlong.

Shanbao set out a celadon porcelain depicting spring cup, Feng Shenger and Buyan Dalai held the wine jar and poured out a few bowls according to each person's head, and Fukang'an presented a cup to Qianlong with both hands...

The aroma of the wine was clear and tangy, and it was even more fragrant in the spring. Qianlong took a sip and said with a smile, "Today is sunny and sunny, and the sky is clear for thousands of miles. There are mountains, waters, and fine wine here, and there should be good poetry. I have a topic, how about everyone doing poetry and having fun?"

Buyan Dalai hugged the wine jar and begged, "Master, don't count the younger ones, the younger ones just serve the master and gentlemen to pour wine."

Qianlong smiled and said, "You and your Ama are really carved out of the same mold. I come up with a topic, and everyone can do whatever they like, but you are not allowed to hide your clumsiness."

Ji Xiaolan did her part, and smiled in the wind, "I guess the master's question must be related to 'Chunri'."

"There are too many poems about spring, so it should be limited. I think that every sentence should have at least one word 'chun' embedded in it. Let's write a few poems of Wing Chun in this spring, to remember the joy of traveling today." Qianlong said empathetically, "E Min and Ali Gun are both generals, so there is no limit to rhymes, as long as there are good poems. But this Wing Chun poem," looked at Fu Heng with a smile, "When the Spring Festival comes first .”

Everyone secretly laughed, Fu Heng always behaved properly, it was all because he didn't know the joke in Qianlong's words, and no one dared to laugh out loud.He is very knowledgeable. Although he is not good at poetry, it is not difficult for him. He took a sip of wine, thought for a while, and chanted, "Spring swallows and spring birds follow the spring breeze, spring fish and spring shrimp make spring water. Spring butterflies and bees pick spring flowers, spring breeze and spring rain Accompanying Chunlei." After speaking, he smiled slightly and took a light drink.Buyan Dalai held the wine jar with great insight and filled it up for Fu Heng.

Ali Gon suddenly became dumb, "Do you want so many spring characters?"

"It doesn't matter, if there is a word of spring in a poem, it counts." Qianlong leaned back, and Fu Heng's body tilted when he bumped into it, and half a cup of wine was spilled on the ground, almost soaking his clothes, and secretly cursed the hooligan to death.

As if he hadn't realized it, Qianlong said to Ali Gon, "I'll show you a simple example, um, the spring is warm and the sun is warm in spring, and the spring water reflects the spring sun; spring flowers and spring grass are on the ground." Not wet, I read the last sentence with regret, "Spring wine makes spring scenery."

Seeing that his father was frowning so tightly that he could kill a fly, Buyandalai hurriedly said, "Master, I'd better ask Mr. Ji to write a poem first, and I, Ama, will have to think about it for a while."

Qianlong laughed, "Okay, Ali Gon thinks about it first, Ji Yun must have good poems."

The sun is sunny and warm, and the breeze is slightly drunk. Ji Xiaolan already has a draft, and said with a smile, "Spring is beautiful, spring breeze and spring scenery are peaceful, and spring songs are sung on the road of spring people. Spring is written by the window in spring, and the girl in spring embroiders spring flowers."

Liu Lun smiled, "I have it too. Spring pools are full of spring water, and spring grass grows in spring; spring people drink spring wine, and spring birds make spring sounds."

Qianlong smiled and praised, "Not bad, Ali Gun, E Min, have you two made up your mind?" Continue to bully...

"Master, I have to think again." At this moment, there was no staff to catch the knife, Ali Gun kept winking at the eldest son.

Feng Sheng'e smiled and stepped forward to refill Qianlong's wine, and said in a gentle voice, "My lord, it's better to let Shanbao come first. He is quick in writing and has always written good poems. Both my Ama and Uncle E Khan are sweating."

Qianlong liked to watch people anxious.

Shanbao took advantage of the situation and said, "It's a beautiful spring, I have a long poem." Smiling with wine in his left hand, he read to the wind, "Spring breeze, spring warmth, spring day, spring long, spring mountains green, spring water rippling. Spring shade, spring thick, The garden is full of spring flowers. Spring willows are green in the gate, and spring grass is fragrant in front of the steps. Spring fish swim in the spring water, and spring birds sing in the spring hall. The spring scenery is good, the spring is prosperous, and a few spring apricots spot the spring light. The spring breeze blows the branches and dews, and the spring rain drenches the spring Haitang. I saw a few farmers laughing: "Spring is short, spring is long, take advantage of the late spring, open a few acres of spring wasteland, plant a few acres of spring seedlings, it's really a busy spring for everyone." He was already eloquent. , the character is handsome, the poems are read with ups and downs, the eyebrows are agile, like bursting beans, Qianlong and everyone laughed when they heard it, E Min took the opportunity to smile and said, "It's amazing, Shanbao has talked about this spring scene, sir , it’s no wonder I can’t say it.”

Shanbao turned his eyes and smiled slightly, "Uncle E, don't worry, I haven't finished reading." He took a sip of the amber wine, and then said with a smile, "I went to see the spring scenery in spring, and I was so busy with the spring ladies, I put a few spring flowers on my head. , wearing a set of spring clothes; spring vegetables in the pocket, spring mulberry in the basket. Traveling in the spring is leisurely and boring, and Huaichun is lazy to go back to the boudoir. There are endless spring and smoke scenes in the suburbs, and there is only a spring girl, who is up and down. The spring clothes, the face is full of light spring colors, the body is full of spring fragrance, the body of spring is leaning against the boudoir of spring, and the eyes of spring are looking forward to the man of spring. Looking forward to spring does not return, but thinking of spring is hurt by spring instead. Spring heart becomes spring disease, and spring disease returns to spring. Full of hatred for spring, wipe away tears and spring eyes. It's better to leave this spring heart behind, this spring is over, and the spring comes, and then hide the spring heart inside. Put a pot of spring wine at home, sing a few spring songs, and sing the spring sound of spring I am full of admiration for fame and fame, and forget to read articles under the window. Unexpectedly, in February and mid-spring, the deer sings, and I don’t even think about the loud spring thunder on the ground.”

Ali Gon looked at Shanbao's eyes that almost sparkled, but he thought to himself: Good son-in-law, it's you!

Qianlong laughed, "Shanbao is quick-witted, full of poems and books, good poems and good poems."

Little Yanzi heard the chattering and laughing not far away, and was slightly distracted. He suddenly took a puff of wet smoke, coughed a few times, raised his head and asked the fifth prince curiously, "Master, are they writing poetry?"

Ziwei was stirring the spoon, doing two things at once, flicking a strand of blue silk blown away by the breeze behind her ear with her onion-like fingertips, and said to Fulkang with a smile, "This Tanhuaer is full of literary talents and talents. Ding Jia was born."

Vulkan flicked the ends of his braids hanging on his chest, and hummed softly, "It's a pity that there are talents but no virtue, and you'll find out after a while."

Little Swallow never forgot to give Ziwei a chance to perform, so she ran over and asked, "Master, what kind of poetry are you doing? I can write poetry, Ziwei can also write poetry, Yongqi, Erkang, and Ertai can all write poetry... "

Qianlong interrupted Little Swallow with a smile, "You, you'd better cook the rice first, and then talk about poetry."

"My beggar chicken is ready," Little Swallow pouted, and went back to add firewood to work.

As the dishes were served, it was the time for Ziwei to show off her talents. Ago Gege cooked the dishes herself, and everyone couldn't help but praise.

Qianlong loves the talent of Shanbao, and in the spirit of not letting the fat and water flow to outsiders, he said with a smile, "Little Swallow is innocent and innocent, and Shanbao is talented. Shanbao, I will give you an errand to teach Little Swallow to read and write poems on the way." how?"

Shanbao didn't answer, but just smiled and looked at the fifth elder brother. As if struck by lightning, the fifth elder brother hurriedly said, "Ama, there is Master Ji, why should he teach little Yanzi again? I think, little Yanzi is still following Master Ji." Study well."

Shanbao took advantage of the opportunity to decline, "Master, I have limited ink in my stomach, and a bottle is not full and dangling, how can I be a teacher? Master has beaten me to death."

"What's the matter, Ji Yun is a lot older than you, and young people can talk about it." Qianlong showed a mysterious smile, implying, "Shanbao, I am optimistic about you. You There is no need to be humble."

Shanbao responded with a smile.

The fifth elder brother's face turned pale immediately, and the little Yanzi asked ignorantly, "Master, you asked me to study with Shanbao!" His big eyes full of aura turned around on Shanbao's face, "Look at him, he's younger than me!" Well, can he teach me?"

Qianlong smiled, "Shanbao is two years younger than you, but his knowledge, little Yanzi, if you can learn one percent, I will be content."

"My lord, thank you." Taking the worried eyes of the fifth elder brother and the Fu family brothers into his heart, Shanbao smiled and added another firewood, and said, "Miss Yan is very energetic and intelligent. Just sit down and study with peace of mind. I believe it won't take long to meet the master's request. Miss Yan, please take care of me."

Little Yanzi didn't quite understand Shanbao's words, but she felt that they were all good words to praise her. She was originally a heartless, innocent and straightforward person, and she was somewhat chivalrous, so she patted Shanbao on the shoulder with a frown and a smile. , "Don't worry, I will definitely take care of you!"

The fifth elder brother's face instantly turned from pale to burnt yellow.

Ali Gun's heart also turned cold: Oops, it's a step too late!