Zong Qiongyao's Yongji

As soon as Ji Xiaolan said that today's class is over, Yong Xing and Yong Xing hugged Yong Ji's arm one by one, and Yong Xing even shook: "Brother Prince, did you go out of the palace to play yesterday?"

Yongji knew what the two children were for, so she just replied plainly: "Yes, I went to see Third Brother and Fifth Emperor Uncle yesterday."

Speaking of the third brother... He must remember to ask the imperial physician for the prescription for health preservation today.

He pressed down his thoughts and turned back to the two children in front of him.

Yong Xing and Yong Xing waited for him to speak with wide eyes, Yong Ji looked back with a smile.

Yong Xing let go of his hand and took a step back, turned his small face away: "Brother Prince doesn't hurt me anymore." Yong Xing was still holding her, looked at her brother Prince and then turned to look at Yong Xing, a little thoughtless understand what happened.

Reaching out to pull Yong Xing back, Yong Ji laughed: "Little Eleven really doesn't want to take a bit of a loss. That's enough, I bought you some gadgets, and I think they've already been delivered to your elder brother's place by now."

Only then Yong Xing grinned and rubbed against him: "I just said that Prince Edward is the best!" Yong Xing nodded seriously: "Yong Xing also said that."

"Okay, let's go back to Elder Brother's place." He intentionally left the things until today before asking someone to deliver them. Sure enough, the two children are very interesting.The depression in his heart dissipated a little.

Yongji walked towards Qianqing Palace with a smile.At this hour, Huang Ama is probably still reading the memorial.

When Yongji arrived, Qianlong had already finished his imperial meals, with a vermilion pen in his hand, and a smile on his eyebrows.

"Are you here to thank you again today?" Qianlong smiled and asked Wu Shulai to move a pier for Yongji, and put down his pen, "Sit down. Serve some snacks for the prince, and Li Yu will pass it on."

"My son is here today, first of all to thank you." Yongji saw that Qianlong was in a good mood today, and he was a little more relieved about the request, "Second, my son is here to beg Emperor Ama A purpose."

"Oh? What can't you do?" In my impression, Yongji never knew what to ask for in the Qing Palace. As a prince, he was too careful before.Qianlong thought for a while, his eyes were a little deep, "Is there someone... who didn't serve you thoughtfully?"

Turning the jade finger on the thumb of his left hand, Yongji said after deliberation: "No. It will be Qiushou in more than a month, and the princes of Mongolia will be coming soon. My son thought, I haven't seen him for many years." After the eldest sister and sister Hewan, after the autumn hunt, it will be the Longevity Day. The son can be married, so I know that the elder sister and sister Hewan must miss Huang Ama very much." He got up and knelt down, " The son wants to beg Huang Ama to recall the two elder sisters and the consort back to Beijing, and ask the elder sisters to stay at least until the Longevity Festival before going back."

Qianlong's temperament has always been "love wants to live, and evil wants to die". At this time, seeing that Yongji is good everywhere, he feels that the prince he has chosen is filial and sympathetic to his brothers and sisters. Victory over the grandpa.He felt a little complacent in his heart, and looked at Yongji very softly.

Yongji also noticed that Qianlong treated him better and better, almost to the point of obedience.Although he is not a kind person, but when others treat him sincerely, he is always willing to pay back three points.

Never owe the most.

And it's good to get a little bit of mother's love and a little bit of father's love.Although he doesn't insist on these things, he has no reason to push them out.

Sunny day, no clouds at all.Yongji intentionally picked out a moon-white shirt with a black-grey mandarin jacket on it. He searched for a long time before finding out the light-colored clothes. The colors given by the Queen Mother and the Queen were a bit bright. The live funeral that uncle organized for himself, even if it was a live funeral, it would be unreasonable to wear bright colors.

Qianlong felt that there should be no danger if he only went to Prince He's Mansion, so he didn't stop him, but he asked someone to give him a fiery hair pendant and a concubine-colored belt. The color is pressed well.

Sitting in the coffin with Prince Hong Zhou and eating sacrifices, his Fujin napkin next to him wiped the corners of his eyes from time to time, and his sons lay there... howling.Not even a single tear.

This kind of funeral is really special. He saluted the Prince and Fujin, and looked funny: "Xiao Jiu knows why Huang Ama said that Uncle Wu is messing around again. Last time, Xiao Jiu said that he would give gifts. No, give the emperor a jade bottle with 'heaven and earth inside'."

Hong Zhou took it with a smile on his face, and put his hand into the mouth of the bottle: it felt like a few pieces of paper.He stood up and handed the bottle to the servant beside him: "Sure enough, there's a world inside, Xiao Jiu always does things differently."

The last time he specially called Fu Kang'an into the palace, he wrote to ask Na Kechu to send someone to Jinan.If Queen Mother was annoyed by Little Swallow, she might wipe out the Xia family directly in Jinan.Fortunately, the Fucha family's investigation was quick. It seems that this kind of private matter is also done by a dedicated person. This is the benefit of a big family and a big business.When he presented the things he picked to Hong Zhou, he pointed the way for the people Hong Zhou would send out.

It's just that he himself is still wary of Little Yanzi taking Xia Ziwei's place.Is this really just a coincidence?According to what Huang Ama said, the White Lotus Sect has made a lot of moves recently, maybe... He squinted his eyes and shook his fan, calmly.After all, he and Huang Ama are not completely defenseless, let's just watch the show and sing along.

However, it is really not easy for him to come out now, and the little Yanzi of Shufangzhai has been banned to learn the rules again, so he wants to go to the opera: "Xiaojiu thank you for the compliment. I heard that the emperor likes to watch the opera the most. I don’t know why Is the play in the home theater the best?"

"Theatre? The theater in Zhengyi Temple is not bad." Prince He ordered a few of his subordinates to go to Jinan to take advantage of his funeral today, knowing in his heart that the paper Yongji gave must be related to the matter of returning the princess.On the one hand, he could not confuse people with the royal lineage, and on the other hand, he was concerned about Qianlong's good face.He answered Yongji casually, and let Yongji go to have fun by himself.

Zhengyi Temple theater building?Yong Ji glanced at Li Yu, and Li Yu went to inquire about the place.Li Yu is really easy to use, but he came out of the Qianqing Palace, he used it unconsciously and restrained himself a little.

As soon as Yongji entered the theater building, he was welcomed to the chair in the middle of the seat on the first floor. Li Yu and Hai Lancha waited on him from left to right. The boss was a tall, thin man in his forties, with a very respectful and unobtrusive attitude. Too obsequious, Yongji shook the folding fan in his hand with interest—it was Hong Zhou's stuffing it on his belt when he heard that he was really going to the Zhengyi Temple Theater Building.He threw the original one to Hailancha casually, and he painted the fan himself on a whim.

"Jiu Ye, it is said that "The Story of Handan" will be performed today, do you want to order a play?" Li Yu talked with the boss for a few words before walking back to Yong Ji's hand and bowing to ask.

"No need, Lord, let's see how the play is going." Yongji glanced around, there were many Eight Banners children who were not very old, and he remembered the names, and there were quite a few. They didn't look like they were newcomers. He was a little unhappy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, "... attracted so many people to like him."

Yongji looked at the middle of the stage: "This person playing He Xiangu has a bit of taste." He glanced at the man in Tsing Yi who was pulling the erhu from the side of the stage. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he looked good in Tsing Yi.He has always liked blue shirts, and he also likes the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River when reading travel notes. He heard that the women in the south of the Yangtze River are as gentle as water. Men, they probably look best in green shirts.There are still such characters in Beijing, "Not bad. Reward."

Li Yu then took out a brocade bag and left it on the table. The troupe owner stood a little back and followed Yongji's gaze, guessing that Yongji had taken a fancy to Yu Qingrong, who played the erhu, and planned to send it to Yongji.Yongji was called the Nine Masters, and he held the fan that the prince used to. Although he didn't know Yongji's identity, he thought he was very honorable.Yu Qingrong's appearance is not very stunning, and he is not good at learning opera. What about erhu, there are three or two better than him in the troupe, and he is considered a bit older.It's a very profitable deal for such a Yu Qingrong to hook up with a nobleman.

Yongji stood up to leave, but when she turned her head, she saw two figures, one large and one small, shrinking their bodies to avoid his gaze.

"Fukang'an!" He walked over a few steps, without a smile on his face, "Are you very courageous? How old is little Chang'an? How dare you bring him to such a place?"

Fukang'an, who was named, looked at Yongji fawningly, hugged his younger brother and stuffed him into Yongji's arms: "Ninth brother, brother! I'm so pestered by this kid, he insists on coming in to see, I Cry if you don't agree..." He lowered his voice as he spoke, feeling that he was wronged.

Yongji hugged Fu Chang'an with both hands for fear that he would fall, so she glared at Fu Kang'an and kicked him: "Next time, I think Nakchu will have to skin you! That's all, take Let Xiao Changan go back. Before the autumn hunting, you should practice riding and shooting honestly, and don’t throw the Fucha family’s face to Mongolia!”

Seeing that Yongji was no longer angry, Fukang'an agreed with a smile, and reached out to take Fu Changan, but Fu Changan's chubby arm wrapped around Yongji's neck and refused to let go: "Ninth brother, Chang'an is good, third brother is not good."

Looking at Fukang'an's darkened face, Yongji almost laughed out loud: "Little Chang'an is the most obedient, well, let's go home with your third brother."

"Is Brother Jiu going back to the palace?" Fu Changan tilted his head and thought for a moment, then let go of his hand a little, "Then Chang'an will not keep Brother Jiu."

His round face imitated Fu Heng to make a serious expression, and seeing Fu Heng's aura without it was only funny, Yong Ji pinched his cheeks and put him in Fu Kang'an's arms: "You are so good. "

No wonder Huang Ama likes Fu Chang'an very much, he is really cute.

Children who grow up outside the palace are always different from children who grow up in the palace.

"Fukan'an, you can save me from causing trouble." With her hands free, she tapped Fukan'an's smooth forehead with her fan.

"It's like crying with my brother, brother Jiu, as if you don't feel bad..." Fu Kang'an muttered, "I don't know who was last time..."

"En?" Yongji raised her slender eyebrows, her phoenix eyes were half-closed in a smile, and the smile on her lips was very innocent, "What happened last time?"

Fu Kang'an puffed up his cheeks, and ran away holding Fu Chang'an.Every time he laughs like this, someone will be unlucky, and often he is the one who is unlucky, and he knows to hide when he suffers too much.

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