[Comprehensive Qiong Yao+Red Mansion] History is turning a corner

Regarding the elder brother's candidate for the concubine Fujin, there are too many rumors in the capital. Today it is said that the daughter of Fucha's family will be selected, and tomorrow it is said that Niu Hulu's family is so good. The gamble was started, and there were definitely not a few people involved. Even Hong Chang, Yong Jue's good friend who grew up wearing crotch pants, secretly stole a sum of money from his own house.

Of course, three days later, Prince Xie, who was disrespectful and took the lead in gambling, was kicked by the emperor to Shengjing to supervise the construction of military projects.

No matter how small the emperor's actions were, it couldn't stop the civil and military officials' raging curiosity about the candidate for the crown princess.

Within two days, everyone in the capital knew that the emperor had ordered the Ministry of Households to select a list of twelve-year-old officials, four-rank officials and above, and full Eight Banners.

Now, Mianxin Mianheng, who was already a little itchy, couldn't sit still for a while, for fear that he would get some kind of side Fujin Gege somehow, and offend him to death before his daughter-in-law caught up with him.

So the two of them entered the palace non-stop and rushed all the way to Qianqing Palace.

Dai Quan stepped forward to salute, and said hello respectfully: "Greetings to the eldest brother, and greetings to the second elder brother. The two elder brothers are auspicious."

"Advanced, please," Mian Xin said in a somewhat eager tone, "I wonder if Khan Ama is free?"

Dai Quan replied: "Long Live God summoned Master E Rong'an of the Ministry of Household Affairs to discuss matters." Feeling something like a bead in the palm of his hand, he bent down even lower, and added in a low voice, "It seems to be about the list of beautiful women. Son."

The hearts of the two brothers immediately rose to their throats.

Mian Xin took a deep breath: "Please tell me about it, our brothers have something to see."

The emperor always dotes on the eldest son, Dai Quan only thought for a moment before turning around and entering.

Mian Xin smiled wryly, and said in a low voice: "Old Shisan, I'm afraid this will be a tough battle, and I feel that I have no idea."

Mian Heng was not very nervous, and said with a smile: "Brother, it's nothing. It's almost enough to ask Er Niang to ask for a few words. It's really difficult to take more second brother. Ah Ma always regarded you as the prince's training, so abrupt... I'm afraid it will be self-defeating."

Mian Xin's expression became more and more serious, she was actually a little nervous, and her palms were sweating.

Of course, thinking of the fourth brother who kissed him well yesterday, he would turn his back on him this morning, without even saying hello, Mianheng's little heart also jumped up.

In case Khan Ama gets angry because of the second brother...

Be good, the grandpa and grandson with bad tempers should explode with each other again ╮(╯_╰)╭ Mianheng quietly glanced at the restless prince and second brother, and said in his heart, I'm sorry, nothing else can be said, Only the fourth brother's marriage must be settled by him!

Otherwise, the first prince to be hunted down in the Qing Dynasty will give birth to the second brother TOT. The younger brother believes in your position in Ama's heart, so...don't blame Shisan for inserting knives in both sides of the brother, and inserting knives for the fourth brother Brother two swords!

Dai Quan came out after a while, and E Rongan also came out to say goodbye.

The two brothers swallowed involuntarily, and walked into Zhaoren Hall hand in hand.

Please be safe, Mian Heng spoke first, and said, "Ama, my son is here to ask you to give me a marriage. My son has taken a fancy to Tongjia Bojili Yierha, the eldest daughter of Ana Huzhan, the deputy commander-in-chief of the Red Banner of the Han Army. , is the girl in blue you saw last time, my son only wants to marry her, please don't point to other women!"

Mian Heng spoke quickly and urgently, as if he had recited it dozens of times without hitting a single one.

Never seen the old thirteen so anxious, Mian Xin was stunned, and missed the best time to stop him.

When the crown prince came to his senses, a certain person not only finished speaking, but also knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Mian Xin yelled in her heart, you bastard old thirteen are doing well! ! (o#゜曲゜) o Yong Jue's expression froze with a smile: "Her?"

"Yes, my son has admired him for many years, I beg Ama to let you do it!" Mianheng took two steps on his knees, looking at him eagerly.

Prince Yi wants to marry Yongzheng?

Master's Mafa wants to marry his younger brother and have children for him?

Yongjue instantly conjured up the portrait of Yongzheng in Fengxian Hall, leaning on Mianheng with a big belly and a shy face...

puff!

One of the greatest emperors in the future feudal history was almost choked to death by his own saliva ㄟ(▔, ▔)ㄏ "Ahem, this...your successor to Fujin will be decided after I discuss with Concubine Zhao." Yong Jue didn't move. He wiped off the liquid on the imperial case sensually, and waved his hand, "You go first."

Mian Heng was about to say a few more words, but when he saw the second brother of the prince who was almost impatient, he was suddenly moved by Fu Ling and decided to save the country.

There is no need to feel sorry for himself with such a godly assist as his mother.

Thinking of this, Lord Thirteen quickly rolled away, leaving the prince alone to face His Majesty Yong Jue, who had already noticed something, without any brotherly love.

Yong Jue was about to drink a glass of water to calm himself down, but the eldest son threw another bolt from the blue.

Mianxin closed her eyes, and confessed: "Ama, my son wants to marry Baoyin, and she is the only one in this life. I beg Ama to make it happen!"

His Majesty sprayed the tea gorgeously again.

"Who are you talking about?" Yong Jue's voice was twisted and twisted, and his cheeks were all pulled together.

Mianxin repeated honestly: "Your niece, the daughter of Gu Lun, Princess Wanchang and Prince Bahrain, Borzigit Baoyin."

"No!" Yong Jue refused without thinking.

"Ama! My son likes her and wants to marry her!" Mianxin felt nervous, and hurriedly said, "You know she is not, not an ordinary woman, and she will not help Mongolia's influence."

"So what about a non-ordinary woman? You are my eldest son! My heir! The future emperor of the Qing Dynasty came to tell me that you only need to marry a woman, or a Mongolian woman?" Yong Jue never spoke to her in such a serious tone. Aiko spoke and asked sharply, "Aixinjueluo Mianxin, are you awake?"

"My son wants to marry her, and we will be together forever." Mian Xin repeated with a very firm tone.

"I really didn't realize that you are a seed of infatuation?" Yong Jue gave a cold look of disdain and said with a sneer, "Everyone said that Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty and Empress Zhang were deeply in love with each other. True love, but what is the result? Their son Wu Zong died without any heirs. Will you regret it next time?"

Raising his hand to stop Mian Xin who was about to speak, Yong Jue continued, "Don't say you won't become the second Zhu Youtang, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future. If you live by yourself, you will have today!"

"Ama..." Mian Xin jumped anxiously.

"You are 15 years old, you are an adult, and you should understand why Shizu made the draft a national policy! This is not only to ensure the purity of the Manchu blood, but also to extend the rule of the Aixinjueluo clan!"

Yong Jue sighed, and said earnestly, "Through the draft, the Eight Banners of Manchu, Han, and Mongolia are closely linked together. The noble ladies of the Eight Banners enter the palace to accompany them, and give birth to the emperor's heir, so as to balance the forces of all parties and realize the joint rule of the royal family and the Eight Banners." The world!"

"If Baoyin is a noble girl from Manchuria, I might consider it, but no matter who she is inside, this body is not only your aunt's daughter, but also the daughter of the King of Bahrain! It is the golden blood of the Borzhijin family. A Mongolian woman! Even if I am the prince Fujin, I will choose someone who is incompetent to marry, let alone the mother of a country? Do the math yourself, how many years has it been since the Qing Dynasty had a Mongolian queen?"

Mian Xin was speechless when asked by Yong Jue, she pursed her lips and bowed her head in silence.

For a while, Zhaoren Hall was strangely quiet.

After thinking about it again and again, a lot of clips flashed in my mind, some played together when I was young, some were taught by Kangxi carefully, some were in high spirits while listening to politics, and some were driven into a desperate situation like crazy...

Finally, it finally settled on a tall figure with a gun and leaning on a horse.

Mian Xin raised her head and looked at Yong Jue stubbornly.

Yong Jue felt a throbbing pain in his heart, he had already thought of this moment, but he didn't know it came so fast.

Love.

What an illusory word, but made his most proud son give up something that a prince could only dream of?

Looking down at the jade seal of Chuanguo on the table, Yong Jue forced himself to speak coldly: "Erhe, I am not only your Ama, but also the Ama of the common people in the world. If you really make up your mind, you must marry her , then don't blame me for being cruel!"

There was a trace of uncontrollable sobs in the trembling voice.

Mian Xin's eyes were red, tears welled up, she knelt down on the ground and kowtowed vigorously: "My son is ashamed to teach Ama..."

Watching him leave, Yong Jue finally couldn't restrain the grief and anger in his heart, and swept everything on the table to the ground, his eyes were bloodshot, and he growled hoarsely: "Is he Zhen's Mianxin or Kangxi's Yin?" Rang?!"

Of course, no one will answer.

Until the sun set to the west and the afterglow of the setting sun came in, a tall and thin figure wrapped in night clothes finally appeared in the shadow of Zhaoren Hall.

The man came closer, without making a sound, and silently picked up the mess.

Yong Jue fell into the dragon chair as if he had lost his strength, and asked softly: "Will he not be reconciled in the future? Abandoning Jiangshan Sheji for a lonely ghost wrapped in a woman's body?"

The man thought for a while and replied: "Perhaps in Big Brother's heart, being with the one you love is more important than being an emperor?"

"You think I'm cold-blooded and heartless? I'm willing to do anything to get this chair?"

"I used to fight with my life for the throne, fearless and fearless. You are the one who is like you. The wise emperors in history are not people who put love first." , and let go of your knots, you should be happy."

"Yeah, I should be happier."

Yong Jue's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, dissipating in the setting sun.

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