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

On June 25, 28, the overthinking Fang Fujin Guerjia gave birth prematurely and gave birth to Yongjue's fourth daughter, named Nichuhe.

On August 29 of the same year, Gege Han gave birth to her fifth daughter, Guoxi Chuka.

On Xilin Jueluo's Mansion

Obi's wife, Guerjia, came to her daughter's boudoir and saw that she was earnestly making a female celebrity, and smiled with satisfaction, followed by a burst of worry and bitterness.

The daughter of Qianjiao Baibai is going to marry, even though the other party is the king of the county, even if she is the official wife, it can't hide the fact that the palace of the king of Jinjun is already full of children and flowers in the backyard.

Guarjia felt uncomfortable when he thought that his beloved child would have to face concubines and concubines and concubines at such a young age.

"Er Niang?" Songgri put down the needlework in his hands and threw himself into Guerjia's arms.

Mrs. Guarjia hugged her daughter tightly, her eyes turned red.

"Look at you like that, why don't you stop your tears? Let people see you and still don't know how to talk nonsense!" E Bi followed in and scolded his wife displeased.

"My lord, I feel uncomfortable as a concubine..." Mrs. Guarjia sobbed softly.

Songgri nestled in Er Niang's arms, and said softly: "E Niang, my daughter will be fine, don't be sad."

E Bi dismissed his servants, sat down with tea in his hands, and said solemnly: "Songgeli, you are going to get married in a few days, Ama has a few words for you."

Songgri hurriedly stood up and listened.

"You must have thought in your heart, Xilinjueluo's family is a big family, and you are the eldest daughter, why does Ama insist on you as his stepmother?"

"Daughter, daughter never..." Songgeli lowered her head, pointing out that when the imperial edict of marriage was issued, she cried and complained. Later, when her aunt talked to her, she gradually figured it out. As the daughter of the Xilinjueluo family, she should strive for the best interests of the family.

E Bi sighed: "You are not too young, so Ama will tell you about the stakes."

"You, Mafa, were the late emperor's confidant. Back then, you were one of the assistant ministers, with power in the government and the public. It is said that our family is a high-ranking official with rich salary, but have you ever thought about which assistant minister has a good death since Shunzhi? Our family A daughter cannot marry a powerful official, but can only marry into a noble family or a clan."

"Junjun King is a very good choice," E Bi explained, "He is the adopted son of Lord Long Live. He is the king of the county and has military achievements. He is honorable and will not be involved in the wave of seizing the heir. If so, in the future... no matter which prince is the emperor, he will not treat King Jinjun badly, and marrying him is better than marrying Prince Rong."

Thinking of the words that almost ruined the reputation of the sisters in the family, Songli turned pale. At that time, she was really afraid that she would be selected, so she hid in bed and cried for a long time.

"Have you figured it out?" E Bi asked.

Songli replied: "Ama taught me what my daughter taught me."

E Bi nodded, and said: "There are a few more things, you have to remember, first, don't think about holding the housekeeper's rights in your hands when you get married, you are a bride, and you don't know much about the human relations in the palace. Calm down and see the concubine Ji in the backyard clearly."

Songli's face was blushing, and he shyly pulled the handkerchief.

"Second, we must treat the children of Duke Jin kindly, especially the elder brother. Of course, we must not be too biased on the surface."

Song Geli nodded. She had thought about this a long time ago. The incident of Suo Chuo Luo Fujin was well known to everyone, and she understood the unique position of this eldest son in King Jin's heart.

"Third, when dealing with the women in the backyard, you have to put your attitude right. You are Fujin, and your mother has told you what to do and what not to do. Don't worry that you can't suppress them. Xilinjueluo's family is yours. backing."

Looking at Ama who taught her earnestly, Songli's nose turned sour, and he suddenly didn't want to marry.

Mrs. Guarjia patted her daughter's hand and echoed, "Don't be afraid of Songgeli, Lin Cefujin is a smart man."

Song Geli frowned, and whispered anxiously: "My daughter is worried about Lin Fangfujin."

Guarja sighed, she knew it.

As a stepwife, the most fearful thing is the concubine who has been around her husband for a long time, is smart and beautiful, and has given birth to children and has a stable position.

This Lin Fangfu Jin married the King Jinjun who was still a baby boy in the 20th year of Qianlong, and gave birth to his eldest daughter. He took care of the government affairs during King Jinjun's expedition. When he came back, it took more than four years. She is the invisible mistress of the county palace.

Such a woman, if she is delicate and beautiful, is fine, but she is as beautiful as a lake in three autumns, well-read poetry and books, and intelligent.

It doesn't matter if her family background is weak, but her elder brother Lin Ruhai is the emperor's confidant, a third-rank official, in charge of the Jiangnan Salt Road, and holds one of the most important tax revenues of the Qing Dynasty.

It's fine if she has a pet and no children, and it's a pity that she is the only woman in the palace who has both children.

Such a woman really makes people don't know how to get along with her.

E Bi coughed: "Songli, Lin Ruhai is a high-ranking official, and our family is not bad. All your uncles are important ministers. Ama still said the same thing, put your attitude right, you are good, and I would like to respect Mr. Wang You'll see, he doesn't want to make trouble in his backyard, so he will definitely turn to you, as long as you don't have any intention of harming others, everything will be fine."

Songli nodded firmly.

Guerjia said again: "Don't worry about women's affairs here. You are only 14 years old. You are young. Take care of your body first and then make plans. Nanny Chen knows the best way to take care of your health. You just listen to her."

Song Geli smiled lightly: "Don't worry, Er Niang, it's my daughter who wants to go wrong."

Ji Fujin is about to pass the family, but at this time the most troublesome thing for the bridegroom is the eldest son who has lost his temper again.

"Erhe, dear son, can you come down? Be careful not to fall!" Standing under the rockery, he opened his arms, sweating profusely in the chilly late autumn.

Yong Jue wondered: "He's only over a year old, how could he have such a great ability to climb up?"

Taking advantage of the servants not paying attention, he slipped out and climbed onto the rockery, and hugged Shifeng without letting go. The elder brother Mian Xin Danfeng had tears in his eyes: "I won't go down, Ama doesn't want me anymore! I'm dead!"

You brat, you're being arrogant again... Hajilan complained silently.

Isn't it just Nun Ama marrying a wife? In your previous life, Ama Guang had more than 60 women with names and surnames. I haven't seen you so capable of doing it?

"Who doesn't want you anymore?" Yong Jue jumped angrily, "It's too late for Ama to hurt you..."

"Liar!" Xiao Mianxin yelled in a childlike voice, "They all said that Ama is going to marry Xin Fujin, and if there is a stepmother, there will be a stepfather. My hard life is still to come!"

Yong Jue's expression turned gloomy immediately: "Dai Quan, find out who is gossiping in front of Big Brother, and they will all be shot to death."

Dai Quan stepped back in a cold sweat.

"Baby, Ama loves you the most, no one can compare, can you come down first?" Yong Jue said weakly.

"I won't go down, I don't want to be a little boy selling candles QAQ"

Yong Jue was silent for a moment, then turned his head and shouted: "Hajilan, what nonsense story did you tell the son of the master again? No need to explain, go and copy the Buddhist scriptures a hundred times!"

Hajilan lowered her head twitching at the corner of her mouth. It was her fault. She knew that it was stuffed buns, but she even told him Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales. !

Mingrui, who has tried many times recently to fight back against the scumbag and failed to make fun of her, is a hundred times cuter than that brat!

Fuck the table (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

He didn't try his best to coax people down, and someone even yelled out something like "Ama doesn't think of me as his son", Yong Jue suddenly became angry, jumped up the rockery with a light vertical leap, and lifted his son down , slammed the door of the study, pressed the little guy on his lap, and slapped his butt pia-pia twice.

Mianxin was taken aback, she didn't expect that Ama, who loved him so much, would really do something, her eyes turned red, and tears welled up.

"Er Niang...Er Niang...Ama beat me...Ama doesn't want me anymore...Er Niang, where are you..."

He was crying hoarsely, getting louder and more wronged, as if he wanted to cry out all the pain and madness of his previous life.

Thinking of Zhu He, Yong Jue fell silent, picked up his son and rubbed it into his arms, stroked his head, and repeated over and over again: "No matter how many women and children there are, Ama loves you the most, Ama will never want you ..."

Gradually, tired of crying, Mian Xin rubbed her swollen peach eyes and sobbed.

Yong Jue kissed his little face, and said in a low voice, "Have you cried enough? Are you still angry with Ama?"

Mian Xin grabbed Yong Jue's clothes and buried her face in it.

Yongjue sighed: "Erhe, since you were born, Ama took care of you by herself, never pretending to be someone else's hands, and never letting the women in the backyard touch you, you lose your temper and Ama coaxes you, Amma will bring you whatever you want to eat and play, and you say that kind of thing after treating you like this, do you intend to anger Ama?"

There was a rhythmic slap on the back, surrounded by passionate embraces, Mian Xin's nose was sour, and tears welled up again.

Yong Jue didn't seem to realize it: "Among the children, Amma likes you the most. You are not allowed to say these words in the future, otherwise Amma will not spare your little ass."

After finishing speaking, he patted her lightly twice again like a demonstration.

Mianxin's ears turned red immediately, and she said in a low voice, "Ama, my son knows he was wrong."

"o(*^＠^*)o good~" Yong Jue smiled.

Mian Xin raised her head, and asked tentatively: "If in the future... in the future, my son does something that disappoints Ahma, will Ahma still love him?" How did Ahma love and trust him back then, almost bringing the world to him In front, but not in the end...

The prince who is both wasteful and independent, he is probably the one who has never been seen before.

Yong Jue didn't expect the twists and turns in his son's heart, and replied without thinking: "If you do something wrong, Ama will criticize you, teach you, but love you just the same."

"Aren't you going to get angry with your son and give up on him?" Mian Xin muttered, feeling uneasy with a rabbit in her heart.

"Nonsense!" Yong Jue pretended to be angry, and pinched his tender little face, "It's my fault for not raising a godfather, and it's my fault for not being strict with my teacher. You have made a huge mistake and it can only mean that Ama didn't teach you well. , Ama may scold you and teach you a lesson, but she will never abandon you, you are my son, I don't care who cares about you?"

With red eyes, Mianxin bit her lips and hugged him tightly: "Ama keeps her word."

"You brat who's as big as a little bit is thinking wildly all day long!" Yong Jue cursed with a smile.

Lying in Yong Jue's arms, Mian Xin, whose soul is nearly 50 years old, weeps silently. This time, can he really have a pure father's love?

No matter how reluctant Fucha Mingrui was, no matter how persistent Mianxin was, Yongjue finally married Xilin Jueluo Songgeli in October of the golden autumn of the 25th year of Qianlong.

The wheel of history has unknowingly turned to an unknown channel.

The author has something to say:

Aww, Xiao Baozi Yinfeng, do you know that you are such a father-in-law?

ps: Like the buns for selling Hajilan, you are so handsome o(*≧▽≦)ツ