Han’s Son is Not a Slave

In Beijing in March, the spring is cold and warm.

In the Cining Palace of the Forbidden City, Bolzijit looked at Xuanye, the only four-year-old grandson of the emperor who had just been sent to the palace, and the more he looked, the more happy he became. Holding her grandson and teasing for a while, she ordered someone to fetch a reclining chair, put a blanket on it and leaned on it, while saying to Xuan Ye: "My dear grandson, listen to your mother, you have recently learned Chinese poetry, come, memorize it. First listen to grandma."

"My grandson doesn't recite it. Han Chinese poems are good, but they are too long. A poem takes several lines." Xuan Ye, who was only four years old, spoke fluently, and his little white face was very cute.

"You, are you lazy at a young age? You Huang Ma was diligent when you were a child, how can you be a little guy who just wanted to play! ... No, since you came to grandma today, this poem is ah If you don't carry it, you have to carry it, or your grandmother will let your mother not give you food."

Bolzijit deliberately made a face in order to frighten her grandson. In fact, she liked Xuan Ye's grandson more than the other grandson Fuquan. After Xuan Ye was born, he was sent out of the palace to live in a temple in the western suburbs. The purpose was to prevent Xuan Ye from contracting the smallpox plague of the Han Chinese, which made Bolzijit miss him very much. Ning Gong play for a while. Every time he came back, Xuan Ye could coax Bolzijit very happy.

Seeing that the imperial grandmother had to memorize poems by herself, Xuan Ye knew that he couldn't escape, and he was afraid that he would have nothing to eat, so he opened his mouth and recited the goose poem taught by Cao Mama yesterday.

"Goose, goose, goose, song Xiangxiang Tiange.

The white hair floats on the green water, and the anthurium pulls the clear waves. "

"Okay, good memorization! Really my good grandson. Come, come. Let your grandmother kiss me!" Bolzijit smiled happily, and stretched out his arms to embrace Xiao Xuanye in his arms.

Xuan Ye raised his head but said, "Grandmother, grandson has memorized poems. You should also tell stories to grandson."

Seeing that the Queen Mother was a little tired, Xuan Ye's wet nurse stepped forward and persuaded: "Third elder brother, the wet nurse will take you to enjoy the flowers and catch the birds, and let the imperial grandmother rest."

As soon as he let himself go, Xuan Ye became anxious: "The emperor's grandmother has already told me that every time I come here, I will recite the poem first, and then my grandmother will tell me a story. Is that right? The emperor's grandmother?"

"Yes, yes! Let grandma think about it, what story will I tell you today?" Bolzigit was a little tired. But for my grandson's sake, I still got up and prepared to tell a story for him. ?

"My grandson loves listening to the story of the savior of Daqingma." Xuan Ye cuddled in Bolzigit's arms, coquettishly, and stretched out his chubby little hands to caress the savior on Bolzigit's neck. cross.

"Okay. The savior of Daqingma is talking about Nurhaci, King Yingming Khan when he was a child. The day King Yingming Khan fell to the ground. Many magpies flew from the big tree in front of his house. People say that the magpie announces the good news, and the child born must be a noble person when he grows up. Sure enough, people found that Nurhaci had seven red moles on the soles of his feet in the swaddle, which is really auspicious!"

"Grandmother, I'm also a lucky person. If you don't believe me, look, my grandson also has seven red moles on his feet!"

Hear this will. Xuan Ye suddenly broke free from Bolzigit's embrace, bent down and took off his small leather boots. And laboriously took off the embroidered white cotton socks on his feet.

"Nanny, come and help me!"

Xuan Ye couldn't get away, so he called for help.

"Brother San, what are you doing? Yesterday, the wet nurse washed your feet and didn't find anything?"

Xuan Ye's nanny Cao squatted down, held him on her lap and sat down, asking inexplicably while helping him take off his socks. When she took off her socks and looked at it, she exclaimed: "Oh, why are there a few red dots on the instep of the third brother?"

Bolzigit was also surprised. She bent down and stared at Xuan Ye's little feet carefully. She could see clearly that a series of red dots on the back of her grandson's feet were very terrifying, and it also made her very frightened: it's bad, this child has finally contracted the plague of the Han people!

"Look, there are so many red dots here!"

Xuan Ye didn't pay attention to the nervous expressions of his grandmother and nurse, grinning and pointing.

Bolzigit's face was pale, and there was no blood in him. Aunt Su Mala, who had been watching from the side, smiled and whispered in Bolzijit's ear, "Don't worry, Empress Dowager, this is not a pimple. The third brother is here in the morning. After fiddling around in the slave room for a long time, the slave found that the box of rouge you gave last time was much less, and several holes were digged with her fingers."

After listening, Bolzigit breathed a sigh of relief and understood what was going on. She reached out and gently wiped Xuan Ye's instep, hey, she actually got the carmine on her hand!

"You little thing, you scared the emperor's grandmother! You are a prince, you are a lucky person, how can you catch the plague of the Han people..."

Just as he was talking, his son Shunzhi's voice sounded behind his ears.

"Brother San, you are really outrageous. You are playing such tricks at such a young age! You are vain and grandstanding, how do you slaves serve Brother San?"

Shunzhi frowned and walked over. The first half of the sentence was addressed to his son, but the latter was addressed to the servants.

"The slaves meet the emperor!"

A group of wet nurses and palace maids knelt on both sides together, Cao Shi was even more silent, which formed a sharp contrast with the scene of joking just now.

"My son meets Emperor Ama!"

Seeing the ugly expression on his father's face, Xuan Ye was so frightened that he knelt down like the adults.

"Look, I scared my grandson, get up quickly, my grandson."

Bolzijit was quite dissatisfied with Shunzhi's attitude and tone, and said displeasedly: "I finally brought my grandson into the palace, but you are teaching people here, and now Aijia is too lazy to care about other things. You still don't want me to have fun with my grandson?"

"What the Queen Mother said is."

Shunzhi didn't dare to talk back to E-niang, so he waved to the palace ladies, bent down and hugged Xuan Ye, took a look, and said, "The emperor has grown taller again, why, Huang Ama scare you?"

Xuan Ye looked at the somewhat unfamiliar father and replied timidly, "No."

"Why does Huang Ama hug the third brother and not me?"

The second elder brother, Fuquan, who was sleeping in the room, heard the movement outside, and came out of the room yawning. When he saw his father coming, he trotted all the way.

Shunzhi put down Xuan Ye, looked at Fuquan's sleepy eyes, and couldn't help but straighten his face again: "All of you are either snooze or playful, what will you do in the future. Huang'er mother, Fuquan is five years old, Xuan Ye He's also four years old, it's time to invite some gentlemen for his brothers."

"That's not it. Just now, Ai Jia asked Su Malagu in detail, and she said that the younger brothers can speak Chinese well, especially Xuan Ye can speak both Manchu and Chinese, what kind of authentic Beijing accent? He also understands Chinese in the south. It's just that those nanny don't know Chinese characters, and no one dares to teach his brothers Chinese."

"Well, I have to invite a few well-educated Confucian scholars to teach them. If you don't cut jade, you can't make a tool, and you can't go on like this."

"This matter has to be done quickly, but it can't be delayed any longer." Bolzijit also agreed to hire teachers for his grandchildren, but after the conversation changed, he scolded his son, "You too, Fuquan, Xuanye and the other brothers, one of them. Seeing you is like a mouse meeting a cat. It's hard to say anything. They are your own sons~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In the future, the Qing Dynasty will have to rely on them to inherit, how can you treat them Not cold, not hot, not listening?"

"My son... My son is dealing with all kinds of opportunities, and I can't always find time to accompany them." Shunzhi replied somewhat helplessly.

"What a day-to-day management, it's all an excuse! In the southeast war, Hong Chengchou of the Five Provinces will take care of it for you, as well as the King of Pingxi and King of Pingnan, who will assist you in all matters in the court, as well as Manchu and Han scholars and civil and military ministers day and night. Assistant Manager, what can't you decide to discuss with your own king and ministers, you, you only know how to have fun all day long! Have you reviewed all the papers submitted by the inner court today?" Bolzijit hates iron.

"My son has retired from the court, I will come to the Cining Palace to greet you, and my son will go back to approve the manuscript!" My son is here to tell you something.”

"What asked you to come here on purpose as the emperor? Zhu Youlang was caught? You don't have to think about giving him the land in the south anymore?" Bolzijit snorted.

Seeing that the queen mother brought out the old things from the previous years, Shunzhi was also a little embarrassed, and said in a sullen voice: "Zhu Youlang was not arrested, but the letter from the south, Sun Kewang led his 100,000 troops. Go catch him." (To be continued.)