Studying and watching the beauties in the boarding school
For several years, Dongguapang had left his mother's bedroom, which was filled with a faint fragrance, and slept alone. For a while, the little fat boy was not used to sleeping alone, and he had to grab old clothes stained with his mother's fragrance or hold the purse embroidered by his mother herself before he could slowly fall asleep.
As a parting consolation, Dongguapang was allowed by his father to stay in Duanyi Palace for one night as an exception - squeezed in with his parents.
This was a novel experience. Dongguapang opened his eyes wide and said, "I've never slept like this before. It's really interesting~"
In late spring in March, wearing only a single layer of clothing and covered with a large quilt, Donggua Pang squirmed in the quilt, giggling, "If I had known this would be good, I would have come over earlier. Bring my little brother over to play with me too~"
He was the oldest today, and Yinreng did not act like a strict father and scold him. The fat kid was next door, and the nanny was worried about how to coax this little ancestor who slept too much during the day and was full of energy at night.
The two little kids started to revolt on their parents' bed. Er Pang, led by his brother, also got excited. He wanted to run on the not-so-wide bed, and he was quite skilled at it. He fell flat on his back. Lying on the soft quilt, he didn't feel any pain at all. Then he started to crawl around, trying to crawl from one end of the bed to the other. At the destination, Donggua Pang was clapping his hands: "Come on, come on, let's play together."
I finally got halfway up when my mother, with her malicious intentions, pulled the blanket from behind! A father and son on the other side watched their son/brother slide to the end of the bed, along with the blanket. He winked, and the other person, thinking they were just making faces to please him, smiled brightly in return. "Stupid, look at your feet!" This idiot continued to crawl forward, still smiling!
The fat boy's excess energy was finally used up. He crawled and then lay down on the quilt and started snoring. That posture... was really like a piglet.
Shujia put Erpang on the bed, took a small quilt to cover him and let him sleep.
Donggua Pang also crawled into the bed. Shujia felt like he was a little animal, tossing and turning in the quilt. She laughed silently. She couldn't say anything in return. If she didn't say anything, she could still smile. If she opened her mouth, she was afraid she would cry.
Don't think you're taking advantage of this. The Palace of Heavenly Purity is your grandfather's place, but you can't really treat it as your own home. There are all kinds of people who flatter the powerful and look down on the weak, there are evaluations from all sides, and there are also unknown sources of attack.
This is definitely not the same as going to school and getting along well with other kids and teachers. The complexity of the interpersonal relationships is not on the same level.
Dongguapang rolled around in his bed, turning to his mother, then to his father, looking at this and that, grinning foolishly. Yinreng finally couldn't help it and reached out to hold him down: "Go to sleep quickly, you have to get up early tomorrow."
Dongguapang instantly quieted down, closing his eyes tightly. One hand grasped his father's collar, the other grasped his mother's sleeve. Turning around, he slid into his mother's arms again. He thought his mother didn't know, but judging by the warmth of his pajamas, she knew he was crying, but she just didn't say anything.
The couple looked at each other in the quiet bed curtains.
When she met his eyes, she wanted to cry too.
Seeing his wife's eyes close, Yinreng pulled the quilt and wrapped the whole family in it. He dug his son's head out from under the quilt and said, "Sleep well." His voice was low and intermittent.
After his initial excitement wore off, Yinreng began to think calmly. His son was too young. Going to the Qianqing Palace would be a real hardship for him. He would have to handle all the interpersonal relationships on his own. Once you enter the Qianqing Palace, you are no longer a child, no matter if your age is in the single digits or in the tens.
He hadn't understood this before, and had suffered so much in vain. How many people had said to his Khan-father, "The Crown Prince is willful," "The Crown Prince doesn't care about his servants," "The Crown Prince..." These were the things that only the more foolish people told him after they saw him change.
The police are always the last to arrive, and you are always the last to know the truth. They both have one thing in common: they arrive late, and in most cases, the situation is already difficult to salvage.
He closed his eyes tightly. These past two days, after admonishing his son and listening to his wife's admonitions, he realized how poorly he'd behaved previously. He'd urged his son not to make the same mistake, only to realize how many bricks he'd been through thanks to his thick skin and high defenses. Now, his son was about to suffer the same fate again. Touching Donggua Pang's newly shaved scalp, Yinreng realized he couldn't be cruel to this son anymore.
The urge to hold the fat man hostage surged up, but he suppressed it. The crown prince secretly planned to give his son daily lessons, covering lessons learned, Kangxi's preferences, the darkness of the palace, and the fear of the servants.
Shujia didn't sleep well that night. She was preoccupied with thoughts in the first half and had a confused dream in the second half. When she woke up, she couldn't remember what she had dreamed about. Yinreng also had some dark circles under his eyes.
Dongguapang was young after all, and he looked lively again after a nap. However, the one who slept the best was Erpang, who was still cosplaying Zhu Bajie when everyone else got up.
Fatty Donggua looked at his brother regretfully for a long time while lying on the quilt. He found that the brothers' "telepathy" skill was currently at zero. He said reluctantly, "Tell him to sleep a little longer..."
After hurriedly getting dressed and having breakfast, Yinreng went to court.
Dongguapang stayed at home and waited for Yinreng to come back and take him to the Qianqing Palace.
Shujia held Dongguapang in her arms and wanted to give him some more instructions, but she was afraid of making him dizzy, so she just sat there quietly holding him.
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Kangxi, a meticulous man, had already taken care of many matters the day beforehand, and decided to put today's memorials under custody. He allowed Yinreng to leave early and go home to bring his son over, while he waited quietly in the Palace of Heavenly Purity. He didn't want Donggua Pang to feel forlorn by the sudden change of living conditions, as his grandfather, who was also living with him, was too busy with other things to pay attention to him.
Yinreng returned to the East Palace, and Shujia remained silent. It was not his time to get off work, so he had only one thing to do when he came back: to set the schedule for the day early and send the little fat boy over today.
Shujia gripped the handkerchief tightly and gritted her teeth with such force that she thought her upper and lower molars were originally a whole.
Hongyang and Hongxi had already gone to class. Li Jiashi and Li Jiashi came over to set the rules, offering congratulations and words of comfort. Shujia listened to Li Jiashi's admiring words and smiled lightly without commenting.
Yinreng was upset and left his son to act cute. For a man, letting his son experience all this at such a young age is definitely not something to be envied or boasted about.
How ignorant! Yinreng took Dongguapang's hand and said to Shujia, "Let him stay here today. Tomorrow is the day for formal school. The teacher is also very good, don't worry too much."
Pfft! He himself has started to miss it.
Shujia walked the father and son to the door. Aware of their masters' repression, everyone had muted themselves. Only the carefree laughter of the fat kid lingered in the air.
Fatty Winter Melon rolled his eyes at his brother and said, "Stinky brother."
Shujia watched with eager eyes as the group turned the corner and disappeared. She reluctantly said to Li Jiashi and Li Jiashi, "I'm tired. You should go and rest too."
The Palace of Heavenly Purity, the heart of imperial power, was nominally the emperor's bedroom, considered part of the imperial harem, but in reality, it held extraordinary significance. Ever since Emperor Kangxi held court there, rain or shine, the entire palace has been imbued with a strong sense of power.
Winter Melon Fatty had now stepped into the room, carrying an Ama in his hand, surrounded by a circle of eunuchs. The luggage had already been delivered in advance, and Winter Melon Fatty, who was raised by his grandfather, only had to "come over".
Kangxi had just summoned the Grand Secretary and the person on duty had not yet left when he met the Crown Prince coming with his son.
Ma Qi, Xiong Cilü, and Zhang Ying watched the young eunuch quietly come in and report the news in a low voice, their eyes all fixed on the door.
The door of the East Warm Pavilion with two Chinese characters for "Fu" carved on it opened, and two figures, one tall and one short, walked in.
salute.
The prince was no longer a rarity, and everyone's attention was on the young prince.
Thanks to the Empress Dowager's bunch of women who took advantage of him and the Crown Prince who showed off by holding him in his arms when meeting his subordinates, the little winter melon Hongdan was still able to hold on.
Standing half a step behind his father, he carefully rolled up his sleeves, lifted the hem, and lowered one leg, then the other. He knelt upright with his hands hanging down, and then greeted in a clear childish voice: "Sun Hongdan pays homage to Mafa. Mafa pays her respects."
Every movement was clear and unobtrusive. Hearing the call, he thanked the emperor again, then stood beside his father and carefully rolled up his sleeves. When he was done, he raised his head, stood at attention, and turned to look back at his acquaintances, Zhang Ying and Xiong Cilü, with a sweet smile. He was a little puzzled by Ma Qi, so he smiled as well.
This set of movements was inherited from Su Malagu and tested by the Crown Prince and his wife. Even someone as diligent as Su Ma and as fussy as Yinreng could not find any fault with it.
Kangxi said to the three people with a smile: "Look, what do you think of my grandson?"
The three of them praised him, and Kangxi said, "From now on, I will be able to enjoy the company of my grandchildren. Don't be too envious."
The three of them had heard the rumors long ago, and now that Kangxi had personally confirmed it, they all thought the matter was settled. At least, the crown prince was now secure.
The three were ranked, with Ma Qi first. He spoke first, "Your servants will now go down and select the members to offer sacrifices to the gods Zhenwu, Dongyue, and Chenghuang."
Kangxi waved his hand and let them go.
Once the outsider leaves, the true colors are revealed.
Kangxi smiled like a weird grandfather: "Come, sit here with Mafa." The generations apart are close to each other, and they are indulged. Moreover, Kangxi's clinging to the one who is not the same generation as him has reached an outrageous level.
Hongdan glanced at his father, and seeing no objection, he smiled. He rushed over, hugged Kangxi's thigh, and then nimbly climbed onto the emperor's lap and sat down. He was very familiar with this routine; it was their way of playing parent-child games whenever his parents had no more important things to do.
Kangxi just fell for this. A harmonious family was the emperor's beautiful wish that was out of reach but longed for.
"Do you miss Marfa?"
Honest head.
"I'm going to live with Marfa from now on."
"Will I live in this house from now on?"
"Well, yes." Kangxi's plan was to stay at the house with his grandson for two nights without looking for a name card for the next two days. After he got familiar with the environment, he could move into his own house.
Of course, if this happens a few decades later, the fat classmate will still be living in this house.
While the two of them were talking about meaningless things, Kangxi was observing his grandson closely. Even though he was sitting very close to him, he did not slump in the mud. Hongdan understood the few idioms and simple allusions in his conversation without any problem, which showed that his foundation was really good.
Yinreng, who was standing by, said to Kangxi, "Khan Ama no longer wants a son now that he has a grandson. He wants me to sit here and do nothing."
Kangxi laughed and scolded, "You're so heavy now! If you push me down, my legs will be so numb that I won't be able to walk. You're being naughty in front of your son!"
Yinreng lingered for a while until they had dinner together, then he said goodbye and left.
Seeing that his grandson was very capable of taking care of himself and was not a spoiled child, Kangxi ticked this item.
After dinner, the old and the young read books and practiced calligraphy respectively.
Hongdan was surprised: "Mafa is so old, and still wants to read and write?"
Kangxi was surprised: "Hongdan is young but self-disciplined and studious."
Kangxi possessed a vast knowledge base, and he was determined to set a good example for his grandson, earning his respect and loyalty. He readily drew on a wide range of knowledge, his writings beautifully written. He also possessed a knack for mathematics, clocks, and medicine.
If Shujia were here, she would definitely suspect that this old man was a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect.
——How come he knows so many different things!
Dongguapang received a comprehensive enlightenment education at home. He listened with great interest and occasionally even said a word or two.
Whether it was his grandfather, or if he was truly kind to him, Donggua Pang's longing for his parents was minimized. In the evening, he could lie side by side with his grandfather and chat, telling him about his brother's embarrassing stories. In exchange, Kangxi quietly said that Yinreng had made the same stupid mistake as a child.
After a night, the little fat man concluded that the bed in the Qianqing Palace was no different from his own bed, and he thought he would get used to living there.
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Kangxi always rose early, and today was no exception. He rose about forty minutes earlier than the fat boy's usual time. Kangxi's attire was more elaborate, so he wanted to tell the fat boy to sleep in a little longer and would call him back in fifteen minutes.
After receiving the signal, the eunuchs became even more cautious.
Kangxi was concentrating on getting dressed. When he was about to wash his face, he noticed the young eunuch looking at the bed in surprise. He turned his head and was also surprised, but then he started laughing again.
The little fat boy crawled out of the quilt after taking a nap, rubbed his eyes, yawned, looked at his grandfather confusedly, and greeted: "Marfa, good morning." This is the custom in their family.
Then he stumbled over to pull the clothes over and began to put them on, as if sleepwalking. Surprisingly, he had put them on in the correct order. Just as he stretched out his sleeves, a young eunuch came over to help. He tugged at the clothes, rolled them into a ball, and held them in his arms. The young eunuch was startled, and the fat boy shook the clothes and continued to put them on.
Kangxi suppressed his laughter and waved his hand, and everyone gathered around to watch in silence. The fat boy had his eyes closed while getting dressed, his head nodding, and he actually managed to get dressed completely.
After washing his face, the little fat man came to his senses and felt very guilty. Kangxi laughed and said, "Can you dress yourself? No one to serve you?"
The little fat boy replied in a low voice: "Mother said that I should learn to dress myself. Unless I am wearing a formal dress, I should wear my own clothes. People can't be lazy. They should start with small things and not let bad habits get in the way."
So pitiful!
Kangxi looked around and said, "Well, you're well dressed," and said calmly, "You can continue to dress yourself from now on."
Fatty: ...
After breakfast, Kangxi led the little fat boy to stand in front of the Palace of Heavenly Purity. He pointed to the Gate of Heavenly Purity and said to the little fat boy, "Mafa will go there to attend government meetings later. Your father will be there too. You can stay here and read or write. Mafa and father will come to see you soon. I will take you to see my master today."
The little fat boy raised his head and looked at Kangxi with his big black eyes: "Aren't you going to pay your respects to the ancestors?" Because he was looking up, his voice was a little unclear, which was very cute.
Kangxi stroked his head and said, "You should start studying now. You can't pay respects to the Empress Dowager every day. When will Mafa go to see the Empress Dowager? I'll take you with me."
He nodded, then tilted his head back up, a little too far and with some difficulty: "Can I see Su Ma's mother again?"
"good."
"Can I see my mother in Ningshou Palace?"
"able."
"Mafa, go ahead and do your work. I'll go write."
By the time Kangxi finished his business and led his son back to the Palace of Heavenly Purity, the fat boy had already written several pages of large characters. Kangxi picked them up and examined them. The handwriting was very neat. Yisan'a, who had followed him in, had a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He knew that the Third Prince of the Yuqing Palace had been stationed at the Palace of Heavenly Purity, but he had never expected... this boy had inherited his father's talent for learning and could write so well!
Xiong Cilü and Zhang Ying were so excited that Kangxi had sent them a message, asking them to teach Hongdan a lesson. What an honor!
Xiong Cilü was in poor health and had been planning to retire, but he felt that he should hold on for as long as possible, and not delay the young prince if he could no longer. Zhang Ying felt the same way.
Then, Hongdan's performance made them even more determined.
Unable to show off in front of the Nine Ministers like he did when the Crown Prince was studying, Kangxi still showed off his grandson in front of the fat boy's teacher. Since Xiong Cilü and Zhang Ying were both people he valued, he did not test the teacher in front of his grandson this time.
After introducing each other, in the Qianqing Palace, the fat boy recognized his teacher. The fat winter melon boy became a fat student.
The fat student was very well behaved, much better than his father had been. He performed the ceremony of paying respect to his teacher with great sincerity, which frightened the two old men. During the reign of Emperor Kangxi, there was no rule for imperial students to pay respect to their teachers.
They quickly knelt down in front of the fat student: ""
The fat student's face changed, and his voice became sharp: "Ama, pick them up!"
Yinreng smiled and put one hand on an old man, exerting his strength in his arm and pulling them up. "Masters, please stand up," he said to Kangxi with a smile. "Khan Ama, look at this... It's okay for the prince to be respectful to the master. How can he be compared with the prince?"
Kangxi was a man who would give face to his children and grandchildren: "Just stand and receive the gift."
The two old men trembled with fear, but finally bowed in return, feeling very happy. This student is much more obedient than the last one!
Kangxi smiled and asked the teachers to come to the class in person one last time, and he wanted to listen. This was their old profession. When they were the prince's teachers, others were punished, but they both survived.
The first day of school went smoothly.
Seeing that Mafa and his father were very happy, the student Fatty boldly asked about his father's family situation. Yinreng smiled and said, "Your brothers have all gone to school. Your mother took your brother to see the concubines at the old ancestor's place. She said that you should learn from Mafa well and be respectful to your teacher. If you don't behave——"
"I understand. Punish me by making me run laps."
"What?" the emperor interrupted. "Running in circles?"
Yinreng winked at his son and said, "Go ahead and memorize it." His Khan father was indeed biased. He assigned his son a group of luxurious masters, just like he did to him in the past.
Student Fat Back Mother's Quote: "Disobeying Mafa is unfilial, and you will be punished by running around the yard three times. Respecting the teacher is respecting one's own character. Disrespecting the teacher is punishing by running around the yard twice..."
Kangxi pondered for a moment and said, "That's true." After all, he has a mother's child, so there are people to discipline him. But this running lap... no beating or scolding... after all, she is a woman.
It was finally confirmed that the student had grown so fat but had never run a lap.
Kangxi: ...It’s time for him to have physical education class!
Different words, spoken by people of different status, often have different or even opposite effects. If Yinreng had said this, it would have been a criticism of Emperor Kangxi's poor treatment of his son's teachers (which he certainly was). If Shujia had said this, it would have been a reflection of the woman's care and concern, and a child with a mother deserves discipline.
Right now, what the Crown Princess said has a more positive effect.
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The person whose words had the following effect was unaware that he had achieved the effect and was accompanying the Empress Dowager to view the concubines.
In terms of sheer excitement, the 40th year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign was unprecedented. Leaving aside the others, the princes alone were going to snatch six legitimate wives from the imperial concubines! And then there were the concubines, at a ratio of at least one to two. In other words, nearly twenty people were going to become members of the imperial family.
How can the capital not be excited?
Among these six princes, except for Prince Yinzhi of Zhi who married a second wife, the other princes, the ninth prince, the tenth prince, the twelfth prince, the thirteenth prince, and the fourteenth prince all had to marry their first wife.
Although this selection was not as grand as the selection of the Crown Princess back then, it was definitely more lively.
The backgrounds of the concubines were also very impressive. Just reading their names was quite impressive, for example: Abagai Borjigit, daughter of Wuerjin Galapu County Prince; Dong'e, daughter of General Qi Shi; Dong'e, daughter of General Peng Chun; Zhaojia, daughter of Minister of War Maerhan; Fucha, daughter of Ma Qi, Grand Secretary of Wuying Palace...
The stars are so twinkling that they almost blind people.
Of these people, Shujia did remember one: Zhaojia, daughter of Shangshu Maerhan, and the legendary wife of the Thirteenth Prince. Shujia had completely given up hope on the reliability of the Qing official's intelligence. However, based on Maerhan's official rank and family background, Zhaojia definitely had the potential to become the legitimate wife of a certain prince.
Among these people, the most dazzling were the two Dong E clans. Peng Chun and Qi Shi were brothers, though their relationship wasn't particularly close, but they were still family. Peng Chun already had a daughter married to a prince, while Qi Shi also had a daughter married to Leqin, the seventh son of Beizi Sunu. Because Sunu himself was only a Beizi, Shujia only knew who his seventh son's wife was, and she knew her only because of the third wife's favor. Now, putting these four cousins together, you finally understand what a prestigious family and a prosperous clan are.
Such a lively grand ceremony should have been a time for gossip, but Shujia couldn't calm down enough to gossip. It might be Yinreng's future concubine, or the Thirteenth Prince's lover, or even a consort to increase Yinzhi's status—whatever happened.
She only cared about one thing: her son was going to school.
On the first day of school, she was the one holding her son's hand and sending him to school!
The Palace of Heavenly Purity was not a place the Crown Princess could casually visit; the number of times she had been there could be counted on one hand. This situation would continue as long as Emperor Kangxi was still alive. The Imperial School's headquarters was located within the complex.
This was where Yinreng lived when he was still a child. For several years after he was crowned Crown Prince, he continued to live here, cared for by his father, Kangxi. It wasn't until the completion of Yuqing Palace that the Crown Prince moved out, but he continued to study here. Later, as the number of princes and children from the imperial family increased, several other places for them to study were opened.
I don't know how the first day of school went...
In stark contrast to the Crown Princess's state, the Empress Dowager excitedly glanced at this and that, this time even the usually reclusive Su Malagu was alarmed. She had raised the Twelfth Prince, whose birth mother was the concubine Wan Liuha, who was not favored by the Emperor and had no say in her son's marriage. It was inevitable that Su Malagu would come to take a look.
The large number of people present was a good opportunity for Shujia. Even if she remained silent, everyone would have assumed she was a junior and couldn't speak up.
After returning to the Eastern Palace, Shujia began to look forward to Yinreng's return. She had never been so eager for her husband to come home so early.
Finally, after dinner, Yinreng returned. He was a little reluctant to leave his son, so he stayed for a while until Kangxi sent him back.
"How can our son not be good?"
Seeing that Yinreng's expression didn't seem fake, Shujia felt relieved, but then she had a new worry: "Look at him, did he sleep well?"
Yinreng sighed, "You mentioned it once last night. Today I saw that he was in high spirits." He winked and brought Erpang over to divert his attention.
Shujia knew Yinreng's intention and hugged Erpang for a while, then suddenly remembered something: "I saw a lot of beautiful girls today, and now I realize how many famous girls there are in Beijing!"
Yinreng frowned. He just hoped that his elder brother would not have another wife who was a famous lady!
This boss was born to cause trouble for him!
The author has something to say: **It started to recover and became a normal pumping...
It’s really not easy to wipe away a few bitter tears!
Looking at the long list of beauties, I suddenly felt... it was too lively!
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