Cute and soft group pet the little emperor [Qing wear]

"Huang Mafa~"

Kangxi, who was soundly asleep, frowned, opened his eyes, and saw that the little guy who had woken up was approaching his face with his big clear eyes.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer today? Don't you usually like to stay in bed?" Kangxi yawned and asked.

"Because Zhaozhao is going to Uncle's place today!"

Kangxi supported his head with one hand, looked at him curiously and asked: "It's rare that you don't have to study, what are you going to do with him? Could it be that you got enlightened last night and fell in love with reading?"

"No! It's Zhao Zhao who wasted a lot of uncle's ink, and the ink will be gone when it's used up. Can Zhao Zhao go to Huang Mafa's study to get some for uncle?"

"Okay, you can go and ask Liang Jiugong to accompany you to pick it up. When the time comes, you can go directly from Xian'an Palace to your mama's place. I will sleep for a while, and then I will meet you."

"OK then."

Zhao Zhao bid farewell to Huang Mafa, and ran to the front hall.

"Take a few more!"

"Get a few more!"

Zhao Zhao took a whole basket of ink ingots from Huang Mafa's inventory, and Liang Jiugong's eyelids twitched when he saw it.

"Young grandson, these are enough! The second elder brother is enough for five years!"

"Really?" Zhao Zhao didn't quite understand either, since Eunuch Liang said so, he stopped.

"Can the slave still lie to you?"

Zhaozhao looked at the full basket, thinking that this basket could even fit himself in it just now, and it really contained a lot.

"Okay then, that's it, follow me to Xian'an Palace."

Before Liang Jiugong left, he took a look at the almost half of the inventory, and sighed deeply. When the emperor found out, he might be angry. This is the best Hui ink, His Majesty's favorite batch.

But I can't help but let the little emperor's grandson take him away, after all, this is what the emperor himself agreed to.

That's all, let's take a step and see one step at a time!

Zhaozhao asked someone to carry a basket of ink ingots to Xian'an Palace, maybe because his basket was too simple, few people paid attention to what was in it along the way.

"Uncle! Zhao Zhao is here again!"

Yinfeng, who was still asleep, didn't know that the little guy came again early in the morning.

"Even brother Hong Xi is gone this time." Zhao Zhao said to himself.

Then he could only ask the guards at the door to help him in. After all, he would have to wait at least three or four years before he could cross the threshold by himself.

Liang Jiugong asked people to quickly carry the basket of ink ingots in too.

The guards still found it strange that after this wave of people went in, the two of them were still talking in low voices.

"What do you think the little grandson brought here?"

"I don't know, it can't be charcoal, right?" Usually only charcoal is carried in baskets in the palace.

"It's already March? Do you still need to burn charcoal to warm up? Is the second elder brother's body so weak?"

"After all, this is the Forbidden Palace. It is closed all day long and not allowed to go out. I can't bear it personally!"

"Well, actually, the second elder brother is not making trouble, and has never caused us any trouble. It would be a pity if this person disappeared."

That's how the word got out, and it gradually turned into that the second elder brother was seriously ill and was going to die soon.

It just so happened that today was the second day of the Longevity Festival, and no one had to go to court, so the rumor spread even faster. In the morning, it spread throughout the harem, and in the afternoon, it spread throughout the capital.

Hong Xi, who was accompanying his wife at his father-in-law's residence, was called into the study by the father-in-law.

"I heard that the second elder brother is not well? Is this true?"

Hong Xi looked puzzled.

"What? Who said that!"

"The news came from the palace this morning, when you left the palace, how was the second elder brother?"

How did Hong Xi know, he and his wife got up early in the morning, and Ah Ma was still asleep!

"Go back and have a look!"

Only then did Hongxi hurried to the palace with his wife.

And the Xian'an Palace at this time.

Zhao Zhao swaggered into his uncle's bedroom, and the two eunuchs at the door all smiled and didn't dare to stop him.

Lifting the bed curtain, it was still a familiar scene.

"Uncle~ Zhao Zhao came to see you!"

Yinfeng went to bed early last night, so he didn't sleep deeply at the moment. He vaguely heard the little guy's muttering, and opened his eyes.

"Hey~ Morning uncle!" Zhao Zhao looked at him with a grin.

Yinfeng was still scared and shrank back.

"Why did you come to me so early in the morning?" Yinfeng was a little helpless, he sat up and rubbed his aching forehead.

"Zhao Zhao came to send ink to Uncle~"

"Ink? What ink?" Yinfeng didn't quite understand.

"It was during the birthday present that Zhaozhao used up all of Uncle's ink, and then asked someone to bring a lot for you!"

"A lot, a lot?" Yinfeng wanted to see, how much could it be?

Putting on his clothes, he led the little guy out of his bedroom, and then saw a big basket in the yard.

"Where's the ink?" Yinfeng didn't think the ink ingots were placed in such an inconspicuous basket.

Zhao Zhao pointed to the basket and said, "Acridine in there!"

Yinreng raised his eyebrows, walked forward, picked up an ink ingot from inside, and saw that under the sun, the surface of the ink ingot glowed with a blue-purple light, the whole ink ingot was smooth and delicate, and the fragrance was pure.

He tapped it slightly and weighed it in his hand. The sound of this ink ingot was clear and firm, and it was the best Hui ink.

"Where did you get it?" Yinfeng asked him with a smile.

"I took it from Huang Mafa's study~"

Yinfeng laughed, leaning forward and backward while laughing, this little guy is really cute, I'm afraid he will be reprimanded again when he goes back.

"Does the old man know that you gave me so many ink ingots from him?"

"I know! Huang Mafa himself agreed to let me take some at will!"

From the little guy's words, Yinreng heard a hint of subtlety. It is estimated that the old man has never thought that this little guy will come so many times.

"Are you really going to give me all this basket? If you come to me crying and asking for it, I won't return it." Yin Reng crossed his arms and curled his lips.

"It's for you, Uncle! Take it, take it~" Zhao Zhao waved his hand with a generous face.

"Bold, I like it!"

Yinfeng smiled and praised him.

He thought about it, and still felt a little embarrassed. Although the ink he gave the little guy as a birthday gift was also valuable, it was obviously far less valuable than the basket of Hui ink used as a tribute. He owed this little guy, Yinfeng still felt quite uncomfortable.

"Come in with me, and I'll give you something."

After speaking, he took Zhao Zhao's hand and walked into his bedroom, and took out a long box from the locked cabinet.

"what is this?"

"Open it and see for yourself."

Zhaozhao unlocked the lock and opened it to see that it was a stick made of jade. He was very disappointed and thought it was some kind of treasure.

Yinfeng knocked him on the head.

"I don't know. This is a jade flute. It is used to play. It was presented to me by the people under my hand decades ago. Today I will give it to you."

"But Zhao Zhao can't blow it~"

"I'll teach you, little idiot."

After finishing speaking, Yinreng took out the jade flute, pressed it to his lips, closed his eyes, and played a song.

Zhaozhao held his little face in his hands and stared at him infatuatedly. He only felt that his uncle was just like what was said in the book: he was as rich as jade, and he was so romantic.

It seems that it will become a fairy at any time and disappear from my eyes.

After Yinreng finished playing, he looked disappointed. Once upon a time, he also had the lofty ambition of "wanting to go up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon", but most of these have been wiped out by the suspicion between father and son and the cold fighting between brothers.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Suddenly there was applause in his ears, interrupting Yinreng's sadness, he turned his head and saw Zhaozhao was applauding himself with a smile.

"Uncle~ You are so awesome! You were so good-looking just now! It's like a god descending into the world! You don't look like a mortal at all!"

Yinfeng pinched his face.

"Do you still know gods and mortals? Who told you this?"

"Huang Mafa told me, and he also told me many fairy tales~"

"Really? The old man can also tell fairy tales?" He thought the old man could only read the Four Books and Five Classics.

"And Huang Mafa will make up his own stories!"

"How do you know he made it up?"

"Because the second time a story about Huang Mafa is told, it will be different from the first time~"

Yinrong laughed so hard that he accidentally choked on his own saliva and coughed violently.

"Ama! How can you hide your serious illness from your son! Call the imperial doctor! Call the imperial doctor!" Hongxi stood at the door with red eyes.

Yinfeng was choked and speechless, so he could only wave his hands.

Hong Xi hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and half-supported and half-carried him onto the bed.

"…water!"

Zhao Zhao at the side hurriedly brought the teapot over.

Hong Xi originally thought about getting up again to get a cup, but at this moment, Ah Ma coughed twice again.

At this time, he didn't care much about it anymore, he directly pointed the teapot spout to his Ama's mouth, and started pouring.

Yinfeng, who was angry and helpless, was choked even more.

When the imperial doctor arrived, he checked for a long time and did not find any major problems, but the second elder brother really had a severe cough, so he could only report it based on his weakness.

"Second elder brother is weak, even though it is already March, you still have to wear thicker clothes, otherwise you will cough easily when you see the wind, and besides, it is the season of flowers blooming outside, pollen is also floating everywhere, It is more likely to cause discomfort to the throat, the second elder brother should stay in the room recently."

Yinfeng was about to die of anger, he could only move around in this small Xian'an Palace, but now he even refused to let out the door.

He picked up the jade flute in his hand, and greeted his good son Hongxi.

"Ama! It hurts! Why did you hit me?"

"Uncle! Be gentle! Don't break it!" Zhao Zhao also spoke.

"Zhao Zhao, brother Hong Xi, I didn't hurt you for nothing!" Hong Xi had just finished speaking when he heard the second part of Zhao Zhao's sentence.

"Uncle, that is Zhao Zhao's jade flute! If it breaks, you will have to pay for it!"

Zhaozhao who was at the side was really worried, but not because he was worried that his brother Hongxi would be beaten, but because he was worried that his jade flute would be broken.

"I told you to hire an imperial doctor blindly! I told you to do nonsense if you don't figure it out!"

Yinfeng chased Hongxi around the room and ran around the table.

Sitting on the bed beside him, Zhao Zhao sighed.

"Brother Hongxi, run faster!"

"Uncle, don't smash the jade flute on the table!"

"Shut up!" The father and son shouted at him in unison.

Zhao Zhao pursed his lips, and whispered to himself, "I'm just kind, why are you so fierce?"