Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Narrow Thinking
Fu Heng only thought that the Second Prince was fearless because of the Emperor's favor.
In fact, Yonglian did not have the courage to do so. He dared to drag it out and write slowly, of course with the Khan's Ama's tacit approval.
When Khan Ama announced the punishment of copying, he was so angry that Yonglian did not explain at that time. He just admitted his mistake and accepted the punishment.
When he thought Khan Ama's anger had subsided, he hugged Khan Ama's arm and explained, "My son just wrote a few lines that night according to Khan Ama's demonstration. I saw some progress, so I wanted to hand it in to the master. I didn't think too much about it."
Qianlong felt a little regretful after he made Yonglian the punishment of copying fifty times that day. This was too difficult for Yonglian who had just learned to write.
But once the words were spoken, there was no going back on them. Besides, it was time to teach this kid a lesson so he wouldn't be lazy again.
Qianlong also specifically told Chen Fu to give the second prince some words of advice if he stayed up late to copy.
Unexpectedly, the boy went to bed on time the night before. Qianlong was unhappy, feeling that his son did not take his words seriously. The next day, he heard that the little guy started writing as punishment after dinner, and without a moment's rest, he hurried to learn riding and archery.
Qianlong knew the boy's problem, that he would easily feel sleepy after eating, and he couldn't help but worry that it would affect the afternoon horse riding and archery class.
When he returned to Changchun Palace that night, his son was waiting for him, just to admit his mistake. Qianlong's heart softened, and he pushed the little guy's head as it leaned over, "Then you should make it clear to the master that the first half of the page was not written by you."
"I forgot, but Khan Ama's handwriting is so beautiful, Master Chen will definitely be able to recognize it." Yonglian said with his little face raised.
Thinking of Chen Dehua's praise for his few lines of writing, Qianlong felt a little happier.
"Don't be angry with me. I'm just not very smart. I'm not a bad kid who is deliberately lazy." Yonglian said.
Seeing his son's aggrieved eyes, Qianlong could not get angry at all.
Yonglian saw a smile in Khan Ama's eyes and let go of Khan Ama's arm. "I have to go back and do my punishment copying. I still have Manchu homework to do."
Qianlong: "Manchu studies are very important and must not be delayed."
Yonglian agreed with a "hmm", and only after hearing this did he dare to write slowly.
Qianlong asked about his son's progress in the first few days, but later he didn't care anymore. He saw that his son's other homework was getting more and more neat, so he regarded the fifty times of copying as calligraphy practice.
In mid-September, Qianlong went to the Yonghe Palace to pay homage and brought Yonghuang and Yonglian with him.
When Hong Zhou saw his two nephews, he smiled and said, "Thanks to Han Ama, you two can have one more day of rest."
Qianlong couldn't help but elbow his brother, "What are you talking about?"
Hong Zhou bowed quickly and said, "It was just a joke, please don't blame me, my royal brother."
Yonghuang and Yonglian both tried to hold back their laughter.
While they were talking, Hongzhou arrived.
Perhaps because he had been taught by the servants around him, the little guy behaved very politely this time and saluted his two imperial brothers respectfully.
When he arrived in front of the late emperor's coffin, he knew to kneel down and kowtow and call out "Khan Ama".
"Hongzhou, your father-in-law can't watch you grow up." Yongzheng had many things to worry about after his death, and his youngest son, Hongzhou, was not as important as the affairs of the court. But after finishing his last assignment, Yongzheng couldn't help but think of Hongzhou. Hongli wouldn't let his younger brother down, but it was unlikely that he would take the trouble to teach him.
When Yonglian kowtowed in front of the coffin, Yongzheng said, "Yonglian, you must encourage your sixth uncle to make progress in the future."
"Your Majesty, please rest assured." Yonglian said.
It seemed a bit strange that he said this suddenly, and Yonghuang, who was kneeling next to him, looked at him in confusion.
Yonglian added, "We will study hard."
When Qianlong heard his son say this, he guessed that Khan Ama was concerned about his grandson's learning progress.
He had already told Khan Ama about the two-wheeled cart when he came back to pay homage last time. Although he could not hear Khan Ama's response, the old man must have been relieved and moved. At the same time, he would also feel that he had good vision in choosing Yonglian, a filial and respectful child, to be the crown prince.
So after everyone finished paying their respects, Qianlong asked everyone else to leave first, and he and Yonglian stayed to talk with Khan Ama.
Yonglian thought that Khan Ama and the Empress Dowager were going to discuss important court matters again, and that he would be the mouthpiece. Unexpectedly, Khan Ama dragged him to the front of the coffin, patted his shoulder, and said in the direction of the coffin: "Khan Ama, Yonglian officially entered the Shangshufang last month, and his performance is acceptable."
He looked at Yonglian and said, "Talk to the Emperor about how far you have learned from the Analects."
Yonglian: “…”
Does this need to be reported? Even the emperor and the French emperor have passed away, and he still has to worry about his own homework?
But he still said obediently: "Your Majesty, your grandson learned yesterday that 'When your father is alive, observe his aspirations. When your father is dead, observe his actions. If you do not change your father's ways for three years, you can be called filial.'"
Qianlong: “…”
Yongzheng: “…”
Yonglian vaguely heard Huang Mafa laugh, and only reacted a little late.
Oh no! A certain sensitive-minded father must not take it personally!
How could Qianlong not identify with this? He even suspected that this sentence was taught to Yonglian by his Khan.
Yongzheng suppressed his laughter and reminded his little grandson, "Yonglian, don't say anything. Listen to your father."
Yonglian: ...
He secretly glanced at his father beside him, and saw him frowning in confusion, then bending his knees and kneeling on the mat.
"Khan, I have my reasons! Please believe me, the abolition of the Grand Council is only temporary. The integration of officials and gentry in serving and paying taxes will be restored. It's just a matter of time."
I regret that I shouldn't have stayed and talked to Khan Ama.
And this kid Yonglian, does he know what this sentence means?
...Even if he knew the meaning of this sentence, the little guy didn't know what was going on in the court.
Qianlong felt even more guilty. "Khan, don't worry. I will restore the Grand Council when I return. Within ten... twenty years, I will promote the practice of officials and gentry serving as officials and paying taxes together throughout the country."
He had always wanted to restore the Grand Council, so this promise wasn't difficult to make. But if officials and gentry were to serve and pay taxes together, that was a promise he had to make with gritted teeth.
This was a difficult matter to handle. Just implementing it in Henan Province alone had already caused uproar. If we were to implement it nationwide, who knew how many gentry would cause trouble.
He originally wanted to say ten years, but he didn't dare to joke about the stability of the court. So he decided to say twenty years.
Yongzheng had not expected his son to make such a promise in such a hurry. After a moment of silence, he could not help but laugh. "Okay, okay, I will wait for you to report to me at Tai Mausoleum in twenty years."
Yonglian helped Huang Mafa to pass on the message.
Qianlong: “…”
Is Khan Ama's soul still there after twenty years?
Qianlong felt a lot of pressure in an instant, but he was also very clear that having officials and gentry serve and pay taxes together was a good policy that benefited the country and the people.
When Yongzheng's spirit saw his son's expression, he couldn't help but laugh, "Yonglian, you are truly my precious grandson."
Yonglian: "..." You should thank Master Chen Dehua, the progress is just right.
Yongzheng had explained everything he needed to last time, and he knew his son would be unhappy if he meddled too much. Today was truly an unexpected bonus, so he didn't dare ask for anything else. Instead, he changed the subject and asked Yonglian, "Did you design that two-wheeled vehicle? Why did you use the name of the Imperial Law?"
Yonglian: "..." There is also this matter, I almost forgot about it.
He blinked innocently, "Yonglian wants to make Khan Ama happy."
Qianlong turned his head and asked, "Yonglian, what did your Majesty say again?"
Yonglian: "The Queen asked me about the two-wheeled vehicle."
Relying on the fact that Khan Ama and Huang Mafa could not communicate, the little guy spoke vaguely.
Qianlong heaved a sigh of relief, finally not mentioning state affairs. He curled his lips, "Yes, Khan Father, Yonglian is a filial son. It's just that this two-wheeled cart is difficult to manufacture, and the Imperial Household Department is trying to find a solution."
Yongzheng certainly knew that this car was difficult to build. He had not seen the drawings, but just listening to Qianlong's description, he felt that this car was not a simple machine like a hand-cranked fan.
How did my six-year-old grandson figure out such a complicated structure?
Yongzheng looked at Yonglian's soul, which was different from that of ordinary people, and vaguely understood something.
"Yonglian, although your Khan Ama may be disobedient sometimes, he loves you very much. You should respect him and advise him well. Why not speak up, just like this time, under the banner of the Imperial Ma Law?"
Yonglian:!!!
The little guy rolled his eyes guiltily. Did Huang Mafa discover something?
"Don't be afraid, I know you are a good boy." Yongzheng said in a gentle tone. This was his little grandson, who just reincarnated into another world and came back.
"Wuwu...but I..." When Yonglian heard the Queen's gentle coaxing of him, he felt guilty and sad, and couldn't help choking up.
"Alright, alright, let your Khan Ama hear this and he'll get suspicious." Yongzheng interrupted Yonglian. "If you have any trouble, go to Tailing and find Huang Mafa. Oh, or you can go to Jingling and find your Uku Mafa. Even though he doesn't know you, he'll help you."
Yonglian:!!!
"What? Can I also communicate with Ukumafa's soul?" Yonglian was so shocked that he asked directly.
Qianlong also turned his head suddenly and said, "Yes!"
He had a narrow mind before!
Could the son have a conversation with the ancestors of the Aisin-Gioro family?
Still... I don't want it anymore. It's bad enough that Khan Ama is the only one keeping an eye on him, but he can't stand all his ancestors interfering.
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