Fangjia Hutong, outside Prince Jian’s mansion.

Looking at the baby in the cradle, Han Jiang reached out and touched her little hand, with a little strange look on his face, and said, "Sister, the little princess is so fast. Her face is much whiter and her eyes are staring at people, as if she can understand the words of adults."

Yang Zimo felt uncomfortable in the house. After adding seven princesses these days, he felt better and he loved this adopted daughter very much.

Hui'er leaned beside Han Jiang and looked at the baby in her cradle.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival today. Yaerjiang A went out for a banquet during the sun and had to go back to the palace to have a reunion dinner with his wife and children. Yang Zimo was lonely and bored, so he told Yaerjiang A to pick up Han Jiang's mother and daughter to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

After hearing Han Jiang's words, Yang Zimo felt aroused and ordered the maid to take Hui Huier out.

Han Jiang did not notice Yang Zimo's strangeness, and was fully focused and teasing the baby in front of him.

"It's so rare?" Yang Zimo asked with a smile when he saw this.

Han Jiang nodded and said, "Sister, it's strange. I was the one who got tired of children the most. When I heard the child crying, I felt that it was so noiseless. Now I look at the little arms and calves, and I like it from the bottom of my heart." Speaking of this, I pursed my lips and smiled and said, "Sister, Hui'er's hair is combed by her sister. She grows so big, but it's the first time I learn this."

As she spoke, her eyes were shiny, and she couldn't say that she was full of energy. She was a little colder and a little softer than usual.

After hearing this, Yang Zimo said, "A woman, when she is old, she should marry and have children. Although you haven't thought of this in your heart, your body is ready to be a mother, so you can't take steps when you see the child."

Han Jiang lost his mother since childhood and had a sister. He was also a child separated. Who has ever told her about this?

After hearing Yang Zimo's words, she hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is this the case for sister?"

When Yang Zimo heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned. After a while, he smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, that's why the prince brought the seventh princess to me to raise."

"My sister has Hui'er too..." Han Jiang said softly, and his eyes fell on the seventh princess again.

Yang Zimo pondered for a moment and asked, "Sister... I really don't want to take another step?"

Han Jiang turned around and saw Yang Zimo being solemn, and couldn't help laughing, saying, "About this, my sister asked her how many times she had happened. Of course it is true. I am very lucky. My mother went there early, and my sister was not together since she was a child. My father spoiled me for everything. Even if I asked him to marry him later, he would be a wife. He was the master of his family and never suffered from other people's faces. It's so good, why should I rely on others?"

"Or what if I want to ask for a relative?" Yang Zimo asked unwillingly.

"No." Han Jiangshi shook her head without thinking, and said, "If it is a loser, she is not worthy of being my husband; if it is a promising man, who is willing to be a son-in-law? Even if someone is willing to marry into a family, it is just for my money and want to eat a meal. Who would look down on such a man? He has food and clothing, Hui'er, and his sister is in Beijing, and his life is good. There is no need to find himself to be uncomfortable."

Although the two of them are from different surnames, they have a close relationship. Han Jiang really treats Yang Zimo as his own sister in his heart, so he shows his true heart when speaking without any embellishment.

Even though he said that, Yang Zimo was still worried about thinking that Han Jiang's family was as big as a year and he died alone.

"Sister, otherwise, I will beg the prince to find a suitable family for you. If the prince is with me, you can just be the grandma in charge. Let's see who dares to lose money to you?" Yang Zimo said.

After hearing this, Han Jiang waved his hand and said, "Sister, please spare my sister. I don't care about my son-in-law. I also want me to go to other people's house to set rules. Can't I serve my husband and aunt? The current life is leisurely and free, just in line with my heart. Isn't it better than to feel wronged by myself?"

"Even if you don't have a husband, your sister will have a baby. It's not that in this world, I'm just alone, and I don't even have a person to visit the grave after my death. I have added my own flesh and blood and parents, and I will have a chance in the second half of my life." Yang Zimo said.

After hearing this, Han Jiangshi showed a little confusion on her face and murmured: "Sister, sister, isn't you Hui'er..."

Yang Zimo shook her head and said, "It's different, that's different. Although Hui is well-behaved, she has already remembered everything and can look at people's faces. Besides, she is still a girl, and she always has to get married for a few years." Speaking of this, she looked at the seventh princess in her cradle and said, "All these days, I often think about it, how great it would be if the seventh princess was my biological flesh."

Seeing that "her"'s face showed loneliness, Han Jiang felt unbearable, so he comforted him, saying, "Sister is still young, there will always be one."

Yang Zimo smiled and said, "Why is it on me again? I just talk about my sister, if you cut off the incense, not only will my sister be in a miserable evening, but no one will worship incense with her deceased uncle and aunt, which is really against filial piety."

Han Jiang bit his lip and said, "Do you have to take over your stepson? Hui'er..."

"How can a girl survive even if she inherits a wealth of thousands of yuan? My sister has been struggling for so many years, but she still wants Hui'er to follow her sister's old path?" Yang Zimo asked back.

Every word he said was reasonable, and Han Jiang could not refute it.

But thinking about the Han family, the Jiang family, and even the mother's Cheng family, the Han Jiang family, don't want to be involved in any relationship.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself in her heart. Could it be that her relatives were too independent?

Yang Zimo was born as an actor and grew up in the royal palace since he was a child. He heard stories in the opera and didn't care about his daughter's chastity or something.

He thought for a while and said, "Sister, don't worry about this. It's not easy for a woman to have a baby. Just find a man to 'borrow seeds'."

Although Han Jiang was a businessman, he was also a man who was educated from a young age and was a child. How could he hear this?

Hearing this, she was already blushing and couldn't speak. After a while, she stroked her chest and said coquettishly: "Sister...this...this..."

"You want to say that this is not in accordance with the rules, right? The combination of yin and yang is the way of heaven and earth. These rules and regulations are all added by future generations." Seeing that she rarely showed her daughter's appearance, Yang Zimo stood up and took out a sandalwood box from the treasure grid and sent it to Han Jiang's hand, saying, "You are too old and should know something. Go back and read these things. Think carefully about what I said."

Speaking of this, he sighed and said, "I advise my sister to have selfish intentions. In this world, I have no relatives in my blood. Apart from the prince, there are only sisters. The seventh princes are noble daughters in the royal family. Even if I raise them here, I will not be able to decide the future fortune. If my sister can add a son, she will be my nephew. Even if I die, there will be someone who worships incense."

Han Jiang thought of his usual loneliness, and after hearing Yang Zimo's words, his heart was full of ripples.

She turned her head, looked at the baby in the cradle, reached out and touched her flat belly...

Under the corridor, Yaer Jiang's face was gloomy and sunny. After a while, he turned around and left...

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet of the Cao family is placed in the Lanyuan Garden in Xifu.

In addition to Tian and Lianqiu sisters, everyone in the East Mansion also arrived. There were two tables in the inner room and one table on the kang. In addition to Li and Zhaojia, there were the fourth sisters, Wuer, Tianhui and Niu Niu.

There is a table underground, in addition to Chu Yu, Jinghui, Tian Shi, Lian Qiu and Amethyst.

Although Zhao Jia looked at the same table as the master, Zhao Jia looked at him very annoyingly. However, because he had already separated and the preferential treatment of Amethyst here was not a day or two, Zhao Jia glanced at him and did not say more.

At this table outside, Cao Yong brought Cao Song brothers, plus Tianyou, Hengsheng, Zuo Cheng, and several left.

Like Jiang Jian and Qian Chenqun, two people who had no family members in the mansion also sent people to the front to send a banquet. Li Wei was called to the banquet by his clan.

Mid-Autumn Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival are almost the same every year.

But this year, a large plate was added in the middle of the table, with braised venison inside. This is the gift from the imperial gift sent back to Beijing from thousands of miles away.

The female family in the room was silent, but Cao Song felt a little frustrated outside. While picking up a few pieces of venison for his nephews, he said to Cao Yong: "Brother, it's cold these two days. The sky is gloomy. It doesn't seem like it's going to rain, but it's like it's going to snow. I don't know what's outside the pass? If my uncle is still in Mongolia and has not returned to Rehe, he will suffer."

Upon hearing this, Cao Yong looked out the window, thinking that his father, who was staying with him and sacrificing the Mid-Autumn Festival alone, also felt a little worried...

Kreulya Sutai, the Holy Driving is here.

Because it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, Kangxi gave him a banquet, and there were Mongolian princes who came to the court, as well as the princes and princes who were accompanying him, the Grand Secretary, the Secretary of the Shang Dynasty, and the Minister of the Secretariat.

The third prince, the fifteenth prince, and the sixteenth prince, as princes, each has their own responsibilities and assists the officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Lifan Academy to hold the banquet.

It is full of flowers, a sound of praise for merit.

It’s just a few articles on the surface, but there are really some that are really eaten and drunk.

But I also had a banquet for half an hour.

It was not until the Sixteenth Prince looked at Kangxi and looked up and asked for an order, and then asked the officials of the Ministry of Rites to sing the ceremony, which was just a banquet.

If it were someone else, even if he pretended, he could eat one bite or two. The Sixteenth Prince was doing errands and needed to take care of him. In addition to accompanying several familiar Mongolian princes and princes to drink two cups of wine, he still didn't eat any other things.

The princes and ministers here all returned to the camp, and the sixteenth prince only got off for free.

At this time, Zhao Feng brought the straw raincoat, and the sixteenth prince realized that it was snowing.

I saw snow falling all over the sky, and there was a misty fog between the sky and the earth.

The cold wind was urinating, and the Sixteenth Prince couldn't help but chill. In just a few hours, it was like autumn and winter, and the seasons changed.

The sixteenth prince was hungry, cold, and his mind was full of food. While walking to his tent, he ordered Zhao Feng: "Go to the kitchen and ask for a pot. Whether it is a white meat pot or a old duck soup, just choose two hot ones."

Zhao Feng bowed and responded, handed the umbrella in his hand to a small eunuch accompanying him, and told him to serve him carefully before turning to the kitchen.

The Sixteenth Prince was moving forward quickly, thinking that he would let the brazier be born when he returned to the tent. Otherwise, no one would be able to stand it if he was so cold all of a sudden.

Thinking of this, thinking of the emperor's father and other ministers who also lived in the tent, the sixteenth prince slowed down.

He thought about it and changed his way to the account of the official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Here, Yiduli and several officials from the Interior Department were there, but it still had not dispersed. The Sixteenth Prince talked with Yiduli about the brazier heating.

There is a dedicated stove on the side of the Holy Carriage. The fire is good and sent to you to wait.

For other princes and civil and military ministers, there is no need to ask for instructions one by one, and just send them to various tents.

Although I knew the autumn cold outside the border, I didn’t expect it to be so cold all of a sudden. Even if there are braziers in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the number is limited. Where can I deliver every tent?

Yiduli mentioned the difficulties and asked the Sixth Prince to show his advice.

"How many can there be?" asked the Sixteenth Prince.

"It should be less than a hundred, seventy or eighty." Yiduli asked the officials next to him to check the booklet and replied: "It's seventy-three."

The sixteenth prince nodded, thought for a moment, and ordered: "For the Mongolian princes and princes, one for each tent, regardless of title or grade. Other escort clans, one for the Duke or above; the civil and military ministers of the third rank or above, and those over 60 years old will be sent."

Yidu found out, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The Sixteenth Master and the nobles in the harem who were following the harem must also be evenly distributed. In this way, there is no need to divide it."

"Then let's send one more than a beetle in the royal family of the sir, the senior civil and military officials, the Grand Secretary's Office, and those over 60 years old will be sent. It's hard for a couple of people to freeze one or two." The sixteenth prince ordered, and did not forget to remind him: "By the way. Lord Cao from the Ministry of Rites has always been weak, so don't pull him down there."

Yidu immediately responded, the sixteenth prince was already hungry, so he hurried to his own tent.

Halfway through, the third prince stopped him.

"What are you doing with the Sixteenth Brother? My brother and I have been waiting for you for a while." The Third Prince pulled the Sixteenth Prince's arm and said with a smile.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. The sixteenth prince felt his arm cold. He glanced at the fifteenth prince who was standing behind the third prince, and asked the third prince with a smile: "The third brother is having something to do with his brother? The King of Hell is not hungry, so he would also allow his brother to go back to fill in the bus. Wait until his brother sacrifices to the Five Insect Temple, he will go to his brother's side to listen to the matter immediately."

The third prince smiled and said, "You are the only one who is hungry? My fifteenth brother and I are hungry. The wine and food have been put on. The sixteenth brother will follow me."

The sixteenth prince was pulled with his arm, so he couldn't do it, so he had to follow him and enter the third prince's tent.

Two charcoal basins have been lit in the tent to dispel all the chills.

Although there was a steaming white meat pot in front of me, seeing the third prince smiling at the attentive and attentive, the sixteenth prince also lost his appetite.

Seeing the two brothers sitting down, the third prince personally poured the cup for the fifteenth prince and the sixteenth prince.
To be continued...