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

On the first day of July in the 13th year of Qianlong, the noble concubine Xian, the daughter of Zuoling Naerbu, Wulanara, the imperial concubine of Jinxian, took photos of the Six Palaces.

On the first day of July in the 13th year of Qianlong, the concubine Jinjia, the daughter of Qing Jin Sanbao of Shangsiyuan, the concubine of Jinjia, the daughter of Wei Qingtai, who was in charge of the inner tube, and the concubine of Shu and Yehe, the daughter of Nalan Yongshou, the minister of the Ministry of war Nala's concubine Jinshu.

On the second day of August in the 15th year of Qianlong, the concubine Ulanara of the Jinxian Emperor became the empress, and performed the post-sealing ceremony.

The women in the harem were proud of their spring breeze, and in order to compete for favor, they resorted to all kinds of means.

However, bad news came from the prince. The 23-year-old elder brother Yonghuang was depressed and ill after Empress Fucha's funeral.

Qianlong felt regret at this time, but it was too late, and he named his eldest son Prince Ding, posthumously titled "An".

An inventory of the existing princes and daughters is as follows:

The third elder brother Yongzhang was born in the 13th year of Yongzheng, and his mother was pure imperial concubine Su Shi, aged 16

The fourth elder brother Yongxuan was born in the fourth year of Qianlong.

The fifth elder brother, Yongqi, was born in the sixth year of Qianlong.

The sixth elder brother, Yong Rong, was born in the eighth year of Qianlong.

The eighth elder brother Yongxuan was born in the 11th year of Qianlong.

Adopted son Yongjue, born in the fourth year of Yongzheng, mother and Prince Fujin Wu Zaku, aged 11

The third daughter of the emperor, Mo Yaqi, Gu Lun and Princess Jing, was born in the ninth year of Yongzheng, and her mother was filial and pure Empress Fucha. In the 12th year of Qianlong, she married Zasak and Prince Luobu Zanggunbu of Shuodarhan, the third son of Horqin Fuguogong Sebuten Baljur, Year 19

Bossile, the fourth daughter of the emperor, was born in the tenth year of Qianlong.

Adopted daughter Hai Huona, Heshuo and Princess Wan, born in Yongzheng 12th year, mother and Prince Fujin Wu Zakushi, Qianlong 15th married to Balin County Wang Linqin's eldest son Borzigit's Delek, 16 years old

Turning his gaze to the Shang's study room, under the stern gaze of his master, Yong Jue stumbled and carried the "University" on his back: "The way of a university lies in Ming Mingde, in being close to the people, and in ending in perfection... It is enough for a father and a son and a brother." Law, and then civil law. This is called, this is called..."

Stuck, racking his brains to think but couldn't come up with anything, the boy raised his head, looked at the old man pitifully, his scorching eyes stuck to the book in his hand, as if he could see the contents in this way.

The Chinese teacher in Shangshufang sighed for countless times: "Brother Yongjue, can't you recite again?"

There were a few titters all around.

Yong Jue scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a sneer: "Master, you know that my heart beats when I carry something on my back, I'm so nervous..."

The old Hanlin with a white beard nodded, and said expressionlessly: "I know that every time the emperor tests your homework, that is also the mood of the old minister."

"..."

Pfft - I don't know who broke the skill first, the Shang study room suddenly became chaotic, and everyone laughed. No one thought that the master who is known for being serious and old-fashioned would be so clever, it was amazing!

Yong Jue's aggrieved flat mouth, if it wasn't for hiding his clumsiness, would he need to be so embarrassing QAQ In the end, the rest was recited by the nine-year-old fifth elder brother, clear and smooth, in stark contrast to someone scratching his head.

Today, elder brother Yongjue values ​​martial arts over literature, and the news that he has not finished memorizing the Four Books at the age of 11 is known to everyone in the former court and the harem.

When Qianlong took the school's book knowledge test, he was always the second to last steadfast. The last one was Hong Chang, the eldest son of Prince Yinyi, a ten-year-old boy who already had the embryonic form of the second richest man in the capital. It hurts the brains of all the masters, but it happens to be the proud student of the masters. (A certain chrysanthemum: By the way, the number one dandy is Hong Zhou)

After class, Yongjue rushed to the classroom where the students were studying with the food box in his arms, sat down, and said with a bright smile: "Mingrui, Feng Shenger, Hajilan made me a cold cake, come quickly Try it."

Feng Sheng took a piece unceremoniously, but Fucha Mingrui was so mature and prudent, he had to thank him solemnly.

"Oh, it's just a few cakes, you're welcome." Yong Jue waved his hand.

Shi Shiran, the fifth elder brother who came to look for my companion to read, passed by, raised his chin and hummed: "This is also your apology. I have been beaten by my companion all day long. If I had been ashamed, I would have been ashamed ╭(╯ ^╰)╮”

Feng Shenger and Ming Rui frowned, but it was the prince who spoke, so they couldn't say anything.

Yong Jue said with a simple and honest smile: "There are some shorts and some good ones. Everyone knows that I can't study well. Yong Jue thanked Fifth Brother for his concern here."

"Who cares about you? Elder brother Ben is not so free!" Yong Qi frowned, turned and left.

Yong Jue picked up the pastry without changing his smile, completely unaffected by the other party, but Ming Rui and Feng Sheng'er looked at Yong Qi's back with displeasure.

"Yong Jue, don't forget to take it to heart." Mingrui patted him on the shoulder and said warmly.

"That's right, your riding and shooting can lag behind others by a large margin. Let them have a good experience this afternoon." Feng Sheng'e followed up.

Yong Jue lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "He's right, you are so good at studying, but you are often beaten by me, I feel really sorry." .

Mingrui squeezed his hand hard, and said firmly, "We know, so we don't mind."

Feng Sheng'er nodded silently, he understood Yong Jue's concerns, and also understood his clumsiness.

"Good brother!" Yong Jue patted the two of them on the back vigorously, grinning, "Next time Hajilan cooks something delicious, I'll bring it back for you."

Mingrui and Feng Shenger looked at each other, feeling as if they were soaked in vinegar, feeling inexplicably sour. A few simple pastries turned out to be a way for the adopted son of the emperor to express his gratitude. From the perspective of others, no one would believe such a thing .

Without a jade certificate, it doesn't count as a ranking, let alone being able to recognize his biological parents, he is awkwardly sandwiched among his brothers, more like a little transparent than Yongzhang, this is the status quo of Yongjue.

However, even in such a situation, he still maintains an optimistic attitude, has a good temper, and laughs when he is ridiculed and bullied. A man, people who know Yongjue can't help but admire him, respect him, and care about him. The closer they get, the more intimate their care.

Fucha Mingrui is steady and dignified, with a mellow mind. He often diverts everyone's rude attitude towards Yong Jue, while Niu Hulufeng's promotion is much more straightforward. A certain person who bullied Yong Jue gave him a hard beating and made the other party suffer so much that he couldn't tell. In the end, Yong Jue's generous temper and excellent skills finally won the admiration and respect of many clan elder brothers and companions.

The day's class was over, and Yong Jue bid farewell to everyone with a smile on his face. It was not until he entered the back room of his residence and waited for the servants to retreat, that he immediately put on a gloomy expression, and punched heavily on the cushion , making a thin muffled sound.

"Yongqi!" He spit out the word coldly from his tight thin lips, his usually curved phoenix eyes are now slightly narrowed, and the dark brown pupils are flickering coldly, his body of nearly 11 meters is tense at only 1.7 years old Tight, exuding an imposing aura all over his body.

Hajilan came in with a cake, and teased him with a smile: "Hey, little brother, you are alone in the study with a shelf, who are you angry with?"

Yong Jue softened his brows and eyes, walked to the desk, splashed ink, and brushed like a snake.

Hajilan knew that he was in a bad mood and had no intention of comforting him, so she rubbed the ink calmly.

After silently reading the Buddhist scriptures, Yong Jue put down his pen and let out a long breath. The cold light and anger in his eyes had disappeared without a trace.

Hajilan stepped forward to collect a few large characters, rolled them up, and threw them into the incense burner.

If outsiders see it, they will be surprised, because the handwriting on that piece of paper is not Dong Qichang's calligraphy that Yongjue usually practiced for Qianlong's favorite calligraphy, but it is natural, beautiful, and interesting, like bending iron to break gold. thin golden body.

This kind of calligraphy created by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty is thin and sharp, with side edges like orchids and bamboos. It requires extremely high calligraphy skills and cultivation, as well as a calm and calm state of mind.

Yong Jue always used it to hone his mind in conjunction with Buddhist scriptures.

As usual, Hajilan put one hand on his shoulder, pressed it hard, and repeated firmly: "Everything will be fine."

There was a touch of water vapor in Yong Jue's calm eyes, and he whispered: "I will do it."

He will make everything better, whether it is for himself, for his sister who married far away in Mongolia, or for Ama who pretends to be a fool and spoils himself to protect his family.

The author has something to say:

The princess's name is made up by myself, don't take it seriously.

This chapter is a transition, the emotional drama is coming soon O(∩_∩)O～Volume [-]: Bing Ge