Return to the Qing Dynasty(3)

The gentleman who went to the study room was old, and he was out of breath when he spoke. However, he was old and mature. As soon as he saw Su Peisheng come in, he quickly stood up. The fourth master stretched out his hand and said, "Sit peacefully." Then he turned to look at Su Peisheng.

Tell him if he has anything to say.

Hong Zhou shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot, and his ears stood up.

Su Peisheng shrank his shoulders, but walked over and whispered in Fourth Master's ear.

Hong Zhou heard what the slave said: "...Fu Jin enters the palace...the royal concubine comes out of the palace...the queen has given orders..."

While listening, he pretended not to be careful and looked at Huang Ama's face. He was still a little confused in his heart, how could he say this? If Huang Ama ordered the queen to do this, why did this servant go to the extra trouble to come in and follow him?

Huang Ama said something? Just as he was thinking about it, Huang Ama just nodded lightly and said nothing else. Su Peisheng's expression looked as if he had seen a ghost at that moment, and it took him a long time to adjust.

Then he lowered his head and slowly retreated.

This situation is not right!

Su Peisheng's slave is so smart. What could make him change his face in front of outsiders?

Thinking of what he had come to tell Huang Ama specifically, he suddenly had a very absurd idea in his mind. Could it be that the Queen made the decision without asking Huang Ama?

is it possible?

He shook his head. The queen is not stupid. She has been trembling all her life. What good will it do to her now that she is in this position?

I can't understand it, but I can't get rid of the ridiculous thought just now.

It seems like I'd better hide away during this period. What's going on here is becoming increasingly unclear.

The fourth master glanced at Hong Zhou, put his hand on the small table and tapped it gently. Hong Zhou was shocked and quickly calmed down, quickly stood up at attention, lowered his head and waited to be scolded.

"Sir, did you say you skipped class?" Fourth Master asked, holding the essay written by Hong Zhou that his husband had brought over. No other emotions could be heard from his voice. His head lowered again, his eyes moving from his hands.

I have scanned the articles written by this kid in there. To be honest, the articles he wrote are pretty good for this age group. He studied in the study room and it seems that he is not as good as Hongli, but in terms of qualifications, this kid is the best.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the one with the best qualifications has a photographic memory. But just having good qualifications and being smart is not enough. He must first have that ambition or something called ambition. However,

Judging from his current behavior, this child's temperament is based on someone else's. He shrinks back when trouble comes and hides when trouble occurs. All his cleverness is used in self-protection.

Thinking this, he raised his eyes and scanned this boy's face.

Somehow, Hong Zhou felt that the Emperor Ama in front of him was a little different today. He couldn't tell exactly what was different, but he just felt something was wrong. His heart was aroused, but he still shrank his neck and spoke out.

, "Um... Huang Ama, please confine your son for a few days."

Fourth Master really laughed now, "Are you asking for a grounding?"

This smile frightened Hong Zhou quite a bit. Huang Ama has never been this kind of person. When he saw his sons, he never spoke harshly. If he could show him a good face, he would be happy for a hundred days. Today

This smile made the hairs on his back stand up, but the words had already been spoken. Changing his words in the middle would only make things worse. "My son knew that he was wrong, so he wanted to stop himself and reflect." That's right! That's right!

Reflect! "Without restraint and severe punishment, my son will not have a long memory. Therefore, my son asked for restraint and asked the Emperor for permission." After saying this, he knelt down and knelt down on the carpeted marble floor...

It doesn't hurt much.

The gentleman next to me has an angry beard. Doesn’t this grounding mean that he is failing to learn this lesson?

"Since the beginning of this dynasty, I have never seen such a lazy prince." In front of Hong Zhou, the old man complained, "Long live the Lord back then..."

He had never taught Long Live Master back then, but he had heard of it. Not to mention Long Live Master, all the princes and elder brothers at that time were chasing after each other, fearing that they were not as good as others. Now this person has the best qualifications

, but this attitude is the worst. If you continue to teach like this, "How can I live up to the entrustment of Long Live Lord, how can I live up to the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty..."

Not only did the hairs on Hong Zhou's back explode, but the braid on his head almost exploded. My husband, I can call you ancestor. Why can't I be sorry to the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty? I'm sorry again

If you don’t want to be a prince, the Qing Dynasty will not be passed down to me. What I look like has nothing to do with the Qing Dynasty or the ancestors. As long as you don’t do anything that is harmful to nature and don’t let the people scold your ancestors,

This is my greatest potential. Can you please stop talking? Are you harming me or are you harming me?

But the old gentleman had no such consciousness. He stood up from the stool tremblingly and was about to kneel down and kowtow to apologize.

Ouch! My old gentleman, I am really afraid of you. I don’t know what you are messing with?

Hong Zhou jumped up, supported the old gentleman, and pulled him away, "Huang Ama, my son resigned. My son was grounded and took my husband with me. My husband didn't teach his son well. I'm sorry for my ancestors. I just happened to reflect with my son..."

…”

Zhang Tingyu, Ma Qi, the Eighth Master, the Thirteenth Master, and others watched Hong Zhou blowing past the eyes of the old man like the wind. The old man's breathing sound was like a broken bellows, and he didn't know how his old legs caught up.

of?

Several people were stunned, and then shook their heads. Twelve years old is not young. He has no sense of poise in front of the ministers, which is definitely not within the scope of the prince's consideration. Even Long live the Lord, he is fond of such a son.

, but when it comes to reuse, that’s really not necessarily the case. Otherwise, we can’t let him.

Ba Ye's eyes flashed, and then he sat down with his tea, watching his nose and nose carefully.

The Fourth Master came out, and the others quickly stood up. The Fourth Master pressed down his hand, "Everyone, sit down. Where were we talking about just now?"

Didn't say anything else at all.

Ma Qi hurriedly said: "We are talking about the treasury silver of the Ministry of Revenue..."

The Fourth Master knew the situation in the Ministry of Household Affairs better than anyone else. He nodded and asked, "Where is the Ministry of Works? What is the situation in the Ministry of Works now?"

Ministry of Industry?

Several people looked at each other in confusion. Is there anything more urgent than the household department now?

He was talking about the affairs of the Ministry of Works, but in his heart he was wondering about what this person meant. He skipped the Ministry of Accounts and put it aside for now. It's because he hasn't figured out how to deal with it yet, or he knows it well but doesn't want to discuss it with them. Or it's that.

Among these people were people he didn't want to discuss with.

Until he came out of the imperial study, Master Ba was still thinking about this matter.

Today, Long live the Lord's attitude towards him is very strange.

The two of them knew each other tacitly about what was going on. He hated himself and wished he could kill him, and he knew it very clearly. But he liked to see him forced to face his own frustration.

But the feeling this fourth brother gave me today...how should I put it? It was a kind of indifference.

All the way back to the house, Bafujin stood up and came over, "Yinsu..."

Ba Ye pulled Ba Fujin into the house, "I entered the palace today, what did you say?"

The couple walked into the house hand in hand. While Bafujin handed him a hot towel to cleanse his face, he talked about what happened after entering the palace, "...I don't know where the bad luck came from. I'm so angry."

.It’s okay to accept Hui’e Niang, but she throws the person out without saying hello, and we have to take over? This fourth master is really a bitch, he can’t afford to raise several concubines, or something...

…”

"Be careful!" Mr. Ba threw the towel into her hand, "What's your mouth?"

"At home." Ba Fujin handed the towel to the nanny who was waiting beside him. He also took the tea handed to him by the servant and felt the temperature before handing it to Ba Ye.

What's the idea? The fourth sister-in-law... has become the master's wife, and now she can be considered a bit of a master's wife. But at such an old age, the couple is getting tired of it..."

Ba Ye listened patiently. This was not what he wanted to hear at all. Seeing her chattering further and further away, he quickly interrupted: "Hui'e Niang, you still have to make careful arrangements. The less he is your own son, the more likely he is to

You can’t let others find fault.”

"How can I not know this truth?" Bafujin calmed down the expression on his face and slowly became serious, "Yinsu, what are you talking about, what is the fourth child's idea? These empresses can only control things outside the palace if they live in the palace.

These brothers, you are letting people out without saying anything. You are so kind when you say it is for no reason. There may be some kind of poison in this honey. So, this favor

Mom is here, I have to brace myself up..."

How to arrange it is all a matter for the back house, whether it is good or not is all under Fujin's watch. What really bothers me is that I can't understand the intention of the fourth man's move.

This is the most worrying thing.

"Afraid?" Jiu Fujin asked Jiu Ye, "What are you anxious about?"

My mother-in-law is leaving the palace, can I not be in a hurry?

"The house needs to be tidied up quickly!" Mr. Jiu said and stood up, "No, I have to go to the Ministry of Works quickly. The place where my mother lives has regulations. Not only does the Ministry of Works have to arrange it quickly, but also

The people from the Ministry of Rites are here to look at it. It’s not a suitable place.” Everyone came to the door and suddenly stopped, turned and asked Jiu Fujin, “Why don’t you build a garden outside the city? It would be comfortable for E Niang to live there...”

"Ha!" Jiu Fujin kicked the bottom of the flower pot on his feet and let the girls put on soft-soled shoes. Then he sat cross-legged on the kang near the window and drank two cups of herbal tea. "You are in a hurry.

, but don’t think about it, E Niang is not just your son. Fifth brother is not more worried than us? "

Does fifth brother have as much money as me?

I can build a garden for E Niang, but can fifth brother do it?

It was difficult for Jiu Fujin to understand Master Jiu's expression. She curled her lips and said, "Okay! It's easy for us to talk to Fifth Brother. If Master insists, it's okay for Fifth Brother to take a step back. But how can you be sure of what the palace means?"

"As if you are well-received by the one on the throne, "If the palace's heart is biased, what can you do?"

Master Jiu was stunned. Don't tell me, this is really possible.

Now that I am preparing myself, no matter how well prepared I am, as long as the top shows some intention, the people below will drag me down to death. For example, what if the guys from the Ministry of Works can’t finish the work in time? Even if it is completed, the guys from the Ministry of Etiquette will repeatedly

What should I do if I want to make a choice? This is the first time in the Qing Dynasty that the late emperor's concubine left the palace to live with his son. As for the rules, isn't it all a matter of one sentence? If it is in line with it, it is in line with it. If it is not in line with it, then it is fine.

Start with the Three Sovereigns and the Five Emperors and break them down to three, four, five, six, and seven.

"Then what's going on?" Master Jiu turned around and glared, "Are we ready or not?"

You ask me? I ask who to go!
To be continued...