Author: Mei Xinyuan

"Taozi, where are you taking me?"

"Sigege, let's go see the master!"

Hearing that he was going to see his mother, Haifeng happily took Taozi's snow-white right hand and entered the side hall of Yikun Palace with her.

"Enie, where are you?"

She ran around and saw no one everywhere. When she turned around, even Tao Zi was gone.

It was a calm afternoon, and there was already a sultry smell of summer in the air.

Haifeng had no choice but to search from room to room, and finally found a half-open door.

My mother's favorite piece of clothing, a lake-blue Hangzhou silk dress with persimmon pattern and pattern, was looming in the dazzling sunlight.

"Oh, you are hiding here..."

In front of me, there is a three-foot white silk, and Ji Lan, who has been hanging on the beam for a long time.

In her hand, she held what her daughter wanted, a purple lilac bud.

"Mother!"

Haifeng woke up suddenly.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

She was soaked in cold sweat.

Outside the window, the ink is deep.

With the help of a few glazed palace lanterns, Haifeng looked at this unfamiliar cabin: rosewood tables and chairs, bluestone pavement, satin and silk quilts on the kang, and agarwood incense burning in the octagonal stove with a dragon pattern. Not far away, Tao Zi

She was taking a nap while lying back and forth on the chair, and her mother was sleeping soundly next to her.

The place for such exquisite research is neither Brother's Palace nor Yikun Palace.

Well, what happened during the day?

The little girl's body was so fragile that she fainted from crying. Haifeng only vaguely remembered that her mother wanted to die, and then, there was a nanny?

Oh, by the way, Xiaozhuang!

So, this is most likely the Cining Palace.

Calm down and don't be impulsive anymore.

The mother and daughter may not have been saved. It is more likely that they just came out of the wolf's den and into the frying pan.

Hai Feng thought carefully about the nightmare just now and Wu Yashi's words.

And why did that nanny come to see such a little noble person as my mother?

Now in the eyes of the world, Guo Luoluo Zilan is probably a demon concubine.

Feiyan joins the virtue, Yuhuan Daji.

There is no happy ending.

Moreover, the mother was still a good person and did not know how to use Kangxi's obsession with her to protect herself.

If she were in the position of the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, Haifeng also felt that instead of offending Kangxi and advising him to restrain his abstinence, it would be better to quietly get rid of his mother and restore balance to the harem.

Bai Ling is a bit low-level.

The level of medical care these days is so poor that the princes and princesses can only live half of their lives. If you instruct the imperial doctor to prescribe two doses of decoction, wouldn't it be a medical accident?

God doesn't know, ghost doesn't know.

Sweat slowly formed on her forehead.

What should I do to save my mother's life?

"Oh, damn this slave, why did you fall asleep!"

Taozi saw Si Gege sitting up in a trance, and quickly apologized in fear.

Haifeng felt her mother move. She didn't want to disturb her sweet dream, so she gestured to silence Taozi.

"Let's do it quietly."

She pointed to the door to indicate that the partition wall had ears, then flexibly lifted the quilt and spoke into Taozi's ear.

"That nanny, what did you say?"

"Back at Sigege, Sai Lun's mother asked the slave carefully about the master's monthly letter, his diet, and what kind of medicine he should take when he is sick."

Fortunately, I didn't sleep and play with my mobile phone when I was taking the physiological knowledge class.

Haifeng's hanging heart finally relaxed a little.

Mother, this should be an early symptom of pregnancy.

Then, at least during the ten months of pregnancy, her life could be saved.

It's a pity that this is at best a delaying tactic and does not break the situation.

When this child is born, there is no guarantee that Xiaozhuang will not leave the mother and leave the child.

Suddenly, several greetings came from outside the door. Taozi stood up quickly, and Haifeng also pretended to have just gotten up, rubbing his eyes.

"Slave Aunt Sumala, on the order of the Empress Dowager, please Si Gege to go to the main hall to speak."

After hearing this, Haifeng couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Aunt Sumala said these words in Manchu.

In fact, Chinese is spoken most of the time in the palace. In order to facilitate teaching the elder brothers to speak Manchu, it is said that the nuns at the elder brother's office are all carefully selected bilingual talents.

"Aunt Suma, please wait for a moment. Niuniu wants to tidy up her clothes so as not to be rude."

When soldiers came to block him, when water came and earth came to cover him up, she would still reply in Manchu.

Seeing the faint hint of recognition on Aunt Sumala's lips, Haifeng felt that he must have made the right bet.

She is also a kindergarten teacher, and she is all too familiar with that look of testing students' homework.

Why is Aunt Sumala, or the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, curious about her progress in learning Manchu?

Seizing the little buffer time to sort out her clothes, Haifeng brainstormed frantically.

No matter how smart Princess was, she was not a prince. Homework was just her interest and adjustment. Although Kangxi was pleased with her love of learning, he never asked her to make more progress.

Except for Kangxi, everyone Haifeng met in this palace stared at the skin of the original Baishuang Saixue, his round eyes the size of grapes, and his smile as bright as a spring flower.

With chaotic thoughts, Haifeng put his fleshy little hands around Aunt Suma's neck and asked her to take him to see the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang.

Along the way, Aunt Sumala kept asking some common sense questions in Manchu. Haifeng made a desperate move, gave up caution, forced herself to answer fluently, and even deliberately showed off her "genius and intelligence".

Aunt Sumala was satisfied at first, but the more she asked, the more frightened she became.

Even at this age, the prince has never done his studies so quickly.

She remembered what Sai Lun had learned about the child studying hard day and night at her elder brother's school.

"Sige seems to like doing homework very much."

"Niuniu often goes to Qianqing Palace and has met the prince's brother. Sometimes Khan Ama praises him for his progress, and sometimes scolds him for being lazy. Niu Niu wants to be praised, but doesn't like to be scolded. Khan Ama is unhappy, and Eni becomes sad."

After all, she is a daughter, close to her mother’s heart.

Aunt Sumala hugged her firmly and returned to the quiet room.

Haifeng was so nervous that every nerve was tense, and he knelt down in an orderly manner.

She really couldn't figure out what Xiaozhuang wanted to see her for.

"May the Queen Mother be blessed and safe."

"Get up, come closer, come over and let me take a closer look."

Xiaozhuang specially ordered someone to light the candle, just to see Haifeng's appearance clearly.

Yes, Sai Lun is not exaggerating.

Apricot eyes, peach cheeks, small cherry mouth, thick hair, upright posture, and a measured approach and retreat.

This is what a royal princess should look like.

"It's nothing serious. Two days ago, your Khan Ama came to say hello. He said that you learned Mandarin very quickly. The level of the nanny in my brother's office is limited. I don't want to waste your talent in vain, so I asked Su Mo'er to teach her again.

Are you willing to learn Mongolian, Niuniu?"

Mongolian?

Haifeng had no clue at all.

What are you learning this for?

If bilingualism isn’t enough, how about becoming trilingual?

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

Suddenly, Haifeng understood.

It turned out that Xiaozhuang and Kangxi had this idea.

She realized that what was in front of her was not a wolf's den or a frying pan, but an abyss.

The bottomless kind.

Her time travel officially began from this moment.
Chapter completed!