The couple stayed with Fengsheng and Akdan for a while, and then returned to the main room.
The one-and-a-half-foot-long golden abacus was placed directly in the back room without asking anyone to take it back.
When he saw a box of golden auspicious money, Brother Jiu smiled and said: "Grandma Huang gave it to me? The old lady is so honest..."
Shu Shu reminded: "Don't show this to the outside world. We just need to know it ourselves, so as not to cause injustice to others."
"Uh-huh……"
Brother Jiu agreed, grabbed a handful, and said: "My father said, the royal grandmother and us are the only ones who have close contact, better than Khan Ama. We went to Qianqing Palace to pay tribute to many things, but none of them were seen." What’s coming back!”
It's nothing compared to nothing. This comparison shows that the emperor is not very kind.
In the past, the emperor loved the prince and his eldest brother, but he did not reward them less.
Shu Shu glanced at Brother Jiu and said: "I don't distinguish between public and private matters again. Doesn't the bulk of the filial piety that goes to Qianqing Palace count as the filial piety from the Yamen? It cannot be counted as the filial piety of children..."
Still have to learn to be satisfied.
If this is not satisfied, injustice will easily occur. If the prince is unfair, life will not stop.
Brother Jiu patted his forehead and said: "I'm in the same place, shouldn't I choose the one..."
From now on until New Year's Eve, just wait for the New Year.
There is no need to go out on errands to seal the yamen.
As for the preparation of New Year's dishes, they are all left to the subordinates.
There are over a hundred people working as errands, and it would be a real loss if they were required to do everything personally.
When the couple had free time, they would go to the back room every day, and each of them would hold one in his arms and go to Ning'an Hall.
I spent half a day with the children there, had lunch with Mrs. Uncle, and then left in the afternoon.
Three children, put together, led by the lively Ni Guzhu, Fengsheng and Akdan are also lively.
"Cluck, cluck... cluck, cluck..."
Ni Guzhu laughed and ran, chasing his two brothers.
She loves to hug and cuddle with people.
It's the time when teeth come in, and he's drooling like a little baby.
Akdan didn't like to be so close to others, Fengsheng liked to be clean, and the two little brothers ran around all over the bed as if they were driven away by dogs.
Ni Guzhu's calves were flying very fast, pulling Fengsheng's legs at one moment and Akdan's at the other.
The unscrupulous elders were watching from the edge of the kang and did not stop him.
Just Shu Shu touched the kang, feeling a little worried and said: "Ah Mou, you can't jump on the kang, can you?"
Ni Guzhu is one year and nine months old, almost two feet nine inches tall and weighs twenty-seven pounds.
Her two brothers are now only 2 feet 6 inches, one is 18 pounds and the other is 16 pounds.
Just looking at their height and weight, they look like a sister with two brothers, but they don't look like triplets at all.
The uncle said: "Don't worry, you and Fu Song are four or five years old, and you haven't jumped on the bed yet. How old are they?"
Shu Shu sneered, was she so lively when she was a child?
It seems too far away and the memory is not very clear.
Ni Guzhu couldn't stop looking at him at this moment. Did he just let himself go?
Brother Jiu said from the side: "Lao Shi and I even danced together after we went to school. It's okay..."
Shu Shu listened and looked at Brother Jiu and smiled.
This is the culprit.
I should still be more demure and not so noisy...
Leisurely days pass by in an instant.
There was peace in the prince's mansion.
For Shu Shu, her elders are healthy, her children are well, and the husband and wife have the same mind and want nothing more.
For Brother Jiu, it was also a relief.
With the replenishment of manpower in Guangchuku, the previous lawsuit in Teaku has come to an end.
After the new year, when the imperial minister ordered the ministers in charge of the court and the ministers on duty to come down, the errands of the Ministry of Internal Affairs would become even more worry-free.
In a blink of an eye, it’s New Year’s Eve.
This day was the end of the year, and sacrifices were to be made at the Imperial Ancestral Temple. After fasting for three days, Kangxi had to go there in person to pay homage.
Accompanying him were the academicians on duty, the Minister of Rites, and the Minister of Taichang Temple.
Standing in the Ancestral Temple, Kangxi felt the coldness.
He was wearing an end cap and thick-soled boots, but he still felt the chill that penetrated every part of his body.
He walked a little unsteadily, his throat was itchy, and his expression became more solemn.
During the three days in the Zhai Palace, he felt stiff and didn't want to eat.
In addition, the fast food was light and made him lose his appetite, so he didn't take a few bites.
Today, the consequences are revealed.
Fatigue, top-heavy.
After a complicated set of rituals, Kangxi's face turned pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his fingers were numb.
He closed his mouth, adjusted his breathing, and held on with force.
When he was about to stand up after the final worship, he used up the last of his strength, and his body went limp and he was about to fall down.
Others could not tell that Kangxi was inappropriate, but Liang Jiugong and Wei Zhu stared intently.
The two men served in front of the emperor, and they naturally noticed Kangxi's discomfort.
Seeing that something was wrong with Kangxi, both of them stepped forward to help him.
Kangxi relied on the strength of the two of them to avoid falling, his brows were furrowed, and his eyesight turned black.
"emperor……"
Liang Jiugong said with a vibrato: "This..."
Kangxi said: "Go back to Qianqing Palace first..."
The walking chariot is waiting outside the Imperial Ancestral Temple, but the stretch from inside the Imperial Ancestral Temple to the entrance of the Imperial Ancestral Temple...
Liang Jiugong's back was covered in sweat.
Kangxi looked at Liang Jiugong's purse and said, "Give me two orange candies."
He is currently weak, which is related to the fasting in the past few days.
Liang Jiugong responded and hurriedly took out two orange candies wrapped in glutinous rice paper from his purse.
Kangxi took it, held it in his mouth, and stood for half a cup of tea to regain his energy before pushing away the support of Liang Jiugong and Wei Zhu and leaving the Ancestral Temple.
Throughout the year, there were too many rituals that required him to attend in person.
Not to mention the tediousness of the ceremony, the fasting before the ceremony is very tiring.
Kangxi's face was tense as he got on the chariot.
When he returned to the West Nuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace, he sent the imperial doctor.
Wind evil enters the body and the spleen and stomach are out of harmony.
The imperial doctor prescribed a prescription to drive away cold and dampness.
When the imperial doctor went down, Kangxi looked at his right hand.
The tips of the fingers are tingling and numb, which is a paralysis caused by the cold and dampness in Zhai Palace.
Kangxi sighed.
The great affairs of the country lie in sacrifice and military affairs.
In earlier years, when the prince was around and he felt unwell, he would directly call the prince to officiate.
But right now, he didn't want the prince to officiate.
What did the prince think?
His uncle had hooked up with the officers and soldiers of the Firearms Battalion before he was dismissed; before Suo'etu was questioned, he also placed people among the guards and guards of the Three Banners...
Earlier, Kangxi felt that it was not the prince's fault, but that others were driving a wedge between their father and son; now, he was a little unsure.
Taking history as a guide, not every emperor can live a peaceful life.
Kangxi was also very conflicted.
He didn't want to think too badly of the prince, but he couldn't think too well of the prince either...
News in the palace spreads quickly; but news from the imperial court is covered up even if it is said to be covered up.
No one outside the palace knew that Kangxi almost fainted in the Ancestral Temple.
However, in the afternoon of Kangxi's reign, he summoned Ma Qi, the great scholar, Xi Hana, the minister of rites, and Zhang Tingzhan, the minister of Taichang Temple.
He did not hide his symptoms, and said it once, and then said: "The ceremony is of great importance. I am afraid that my energy may occasionally be lacking. In the future, if there is any deletion or modification during the ceremony, we will discuss it and report it..."
The three people listened respectfully, their expressions solemn.
Since the Holy Spirit is not in danger, shouldn’t he take a good rest?
The Emperor is forty-nine this year. As he ages, he will definitely not be as energetic as he was when he was young.
It is common for big festivals to be tiring.
What is the response to adjusting the ritual process?
The three of them each had their own thoughts, but they didn't show it on their faces. They all responded respectfully.
On New Year's Eve this year, the three of them were on duty in the palace just because the emperor wanted to pay homage to the ancestral temple. There was nothing unusual about them outside.
But after leaving Qianqing Palace, the three of them looked at each other.
Ma Qi had the highest status as a bachelor, so both the Minister of Rites and Zhang Tingzhan looked at Ma Qi.
Ma Qi thought for a moment and made a decision.
The emperor has given an oral order, just obey it.
He said to the two of them: "You two adults have worked hard to research more about the rituals of the previous dynasty and see how to simplify them and try to come up with the regulations as soon as possible."
The Minister of Rites and Zhang Tingzhan both bowed and agreed, as this was their duty.
However, since they had errands, it was difficult to leave the palace immediately, so they both went to the Yamen.
Although the yamen is sealed, there are always rotating officials on duty, so it is convenient to check documents.
Ma Qi did not leave immediately, but went to the cabinet to check in.
At noon, before sending anyone to the kitchen to bring food, the twelfth elder brother came with a food box.
When Ma Qi saw it, he stood up quickly and said, "Master Twelve..."
The twelfth elder brother turned sideways and only received half a courtesy, then said: "I heard that my father-in-law is on duty today, so Fujin asked the kitchen to prepare meals."
Ma Qi glanced at the food box and said, "It's just this once, don't do it next time. It's too eye-catching."
Even if he is his own son-in-law, the prince should not have too close contacts with foreign ministers, especially since Ma Qi is still a member of the imperial family.
The twelfth elder brother nodded and said: "Well, today is the Chinese New Year, Fujin is filial..."
He only talked about the Fucha family and did not mention himself. Ma Qi's expression became more gentle and said: "Fujin is a young girl. If her temperament is not perfect, please teach her more."
The twelfth elder brother did not nod this time and said: "Fu Jin is very good and there is nothing wrong in his actions."
Ma Qi felt more at ease as he listened.
There is no fault in living in the palace, which is the greatest guarantee.
Ma Qi thought about the twelfth elder brother who was third in the prince's hunt, and said: "I haven't congratulated my elder brother yet for winning twenty blue armors..."
The twelfth elder brother said: "I will give this money to Fujin to supplement the dining room and elder brother's expenses."
Ma Qi touched his beard. His father-in-law mentioned this not because he was concerned about how the money would be distributed.
He thought that Kangxi would rather ask the Ministry of Rites and Taichang Temple to reform the sacrificial rituals than let the prince serve as the officiant, so he looked solemn and said: "In addition to congratulations to my brother, I must say something verbose. My brother must remember that the guards in the palace are The emperor's bodyguards and the guards in the palace are also the emperor's guards..."
It is the power of the prince Ouchi to use guards and troops, but he cannot use a fixed group of people and cannot really regard them as his own private army.
This time, the twelfth elder brother found a familiar bodyguard and escort and rewarded him with a heavy reward, which was actually a taboo.
It's just that because he is a young prince and his status is not high in the royal family, no one cares about this.
The twelfth elder brother looked dull, but he actually understood in his heart.
After listening to Ma Qi's words, I knew where I had gone wrong.
In fact, the guards he picked were all from the foreign class, and none of the guards were from high-ranking families.
He did not defend himself, and nodded honestly: "Well, I took note of it..."
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