In recent years, the third generation of the royal family has had more and more children. Kangxi has a lot of grandsons, granddaughters, grandsons, and granddaughters.
As the saying goes, rare things are valuable.
There were so many grandchildren that Kangxi no longer cared about them. He couldn't even name some of his grandsons and granddaughters, and he couldn't see them more than once throughout the year.
However, little Hongli is very special among children of the same age and has a strong sense of presence.
When Xiao Hongli was one year old, he was carried by his Amayong Prince to the Changchun Garden to pay respects to the old couple. Kangxi heard an official from the Qintian Prison say that the horoscope of Prince Yong’s fourth elder brother was an extremely rare sign of great fortune, longevity and good fortune. Because of this
This remark made Kangxi remember his fourth son, Laosi.
The two concubine brothers in front of Xiao Hongli were Xiao Hongyun and Xiao Hongshi. When Xiao Hongshi saw Kangxi, they were sometimes so frightened that they couldn't even speak. They would hide behind their Ama and secretly look at Kangxi shyly.
Xiao Hongli, on the other hand, seemed to be suffering from social psoriasis. He was not afraid of his Khan Mafa at all, and developed an almost natural sense of admiration for Kangxi.
He had just learned to speak when he was more than a year old. When he saw the Emperor and the Empress Dowager in Changchun Garden, the little guy would grin his little mouth, hold his furry little head, and run forward with his short legs, swaying step by step.
Hug Kangxi or Qing
Yan raised his two legs, raised his round head, and started talking non-stop with his little mouth. He didn't care whether others could understand what he said. Anyway, it was just one word "said"!
Today, Prince Yong and Uranala had just walked to the place where the old couple lived, and Prince Yong bent down and put the youngest son in his arms on the ground.
The next moment, Xiao Hongli impatiently opened his two short legs, ran forward happily, and shouted loudly:
"Khan Ma Fa, Khan Ma Fa, Huang Ma Ma, Huang Ma Ma! Hongli wrote a new poem."
Kangxi and Qingyan were sitting together for tea with their four eldest grandsons. When they heard Xiao Hongli's voice outside the door, they both raised their heads and looked at the door in unison. When they saw it, they saw Xiao Hongli wearing a hat with snowflakes on it.
Wearing a purple warm hat, holding on to the mahogany door frame with her small hands, she trudged across the threshold and ran into the warm hall.
The two adults and four children sitting in the armchairs all opened their eyes in shock when they saw Xiao Hongli's bright dress today.
I saw that the little guy was wearing a thick round-neck red cotton robe, a green cloak that reached the calf, a pair of sky blue boots on his feet, and a golden collar hanging around his neck.
It’s just like a squat enamel vase!
Hong Hui, who was eight years old, had just taken a sip of warm tea into his mouth. When he saw his younger brother dressed in red, green and a little blue, he couldn't help but spit out the sip of tea he had taken into his mouth.
Kangxi and Qingyan's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. They never expected that Xiao Hongli would dress up like this. It was like a colorful and tacky little vase turned into a spirit!
"Mother Huang, Hongli misses you so much! He can't even eat meat anymore."
Prince Yong and Uranala, who followed their youngest son into the hall, had just finished bowing to Kangxi and Qingyan when they saw their second son throwing himself into the arms of the Empress Dowager and acting coquettishly.
Qingyan looked down at Xiao Hongli, who had chubby cheeks and was full of fat. She didn't reveal that the little guy couldn't eat meat. Instead, she stretched out her hand and held her grandson on her lap. She stood tall from the side.
He picked up a piece of spiced beef jerky wrapped in transparent oil paper on the small square table and handed it to Hongli. He suppressed a smile, looked at the couple in front of him and said:
"Fourth brother, Hongli's clothes are really eye-catching."
Prince Yong, who had always had a high-end aesthetic and maintained an elegant and elegant style, instantly became embarrassed when he heard the Empress Dowager's teasing.
Standing next to him, Fujin Ulanala also explained speechlessly:
"Mother, you don't know. Hongli's aesthetic taste is different from that of our whole family. He especially likes to mix and match the colors of red, green, gold and purple. Before, my daughter-in-law could still control it.
Now he has his own aesthetics and has to choose his own clothes."
"Today, this little guy knows that you have returned to Changchun Garden. He threw aside the small clothes that his daughter-in-law gave him. He stood in front of the full-length mirror and changed into many sets of clothes. They were so beautiful that he changed them over and over again.
I found this outfit that I like the most, so I have to wear it for you and Khan Amma to see."
When Kangxi heard the fourth daughter-in-law's explanation, he didn't know for a moment whether he should be happy that his grandson paid too much attention to seeing the old couple, or whether he should be worried that the child's aesthetics was indeed a bit vulgar.
He couldn't help holding the teacup and pinching Hongli's chubby hand with his big hand, shaking his head and smiling:
"Oh, Hongli, your aesthetics are really unique. Mafa's aesthetics are majestic and dignified, and your Ama's aesthetics are fresh and elegant. How come you are here? Why are you so colorful?"
When Qingyan heard Kangxi's words, she couldn't help but recall the pictures of various large colored bottles from the Qianlong Dynasty that she had seen in her previous life. She shook her head helplessly and had to admit that Hongli had really been partial to this child since she was a child.
It’s a farmhouse aesthetic.
Little Hongli couldn't hear the elders' teasing about his aesthetics. He chewed the beef jerky handed to him by Ma Ma, swallowed it in his stomach, and turned to Kangxi's milky voice with bright eyes:
"Han Mafa, it has been snowing in the capital these days. Hongli was inspired and wrote another poem."
When Kangxi heard this, the smile on his face froze instantly.
Prince Yong also closed his eyes in pain.
Although his three-and-a-half-year-old son showed his love for poetry, which made him very happy, at the age of three, his little son turned out to be a bad poet!
Sitting on the lap of the Empress Dowager, Xiao Hongli coughed twice, cleared his throat, proudly puffed up his chest, waved his two short arms, and recited loudly and passionately:
""Song of Snow" Aixinjueluo Hongli!"
"One piece after another."
Kangxi: "???"
Qingyan: "!!! Primary school students in future generations will have to memorize ancient poems!"
Hong Xi, Hong Yu, Hong Qing: "???"
Honghui: "Alas...after today, my brother will have another bad poem."
"Two pieces, three pieces, five or six pieces, six pieces, seven pieces."
"Forehead."
Xiao Hongli closed his eyes, immersed in his beautiful poems, shaking his head and reciting them. Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes after reciting three sentences, his pupils were shaking, as if he had forgotten the words.
The faces of Prince Yong and his wife, including their eldest son Honghui, could not help but turn red with embarrassment.
Xiao Hongli turned his round head and turned his help-seeking eyes to Kangxi and the Empress Dowager.
Qingyan knows this famous poem.
She just recited silently in her mind: "Flying into the reeds, the flowers are gone."
Xiao Hongli's eyes suddenly lit up, and he had a flash of inspiration. He smiled and clapped his two chubby hands and said happily: "It's really a vast expanse of white!"
"Pfft", Kangxi couldn't help but spit out a sip of tea after listening to the complete poem.
Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and she couldn't help but laugh and cry. She felt that the finishing line in history, "The reed flowers disappeared after flying into it", was probably ghostwritten by the minister.
After Xiao Hongli finished reading his new poem, he nodded his head with satisfaction, looked at Kangxi expectantly and asked softly:
"Khan Ma Fa, Han Ma Fa, are Hongli's new poems good?"
Kangxi reached out and took the bright yellow sweat towel handed to him by Liang Jiugong and wiped the tea on the corner of his mouth. He usually read poems written by talented people like Nalan Rongruo. He really couldn't praise his grandson unconscionably.
Bad poetry is well written!
Qingyan didn't want to hurt Xiao Hongli's self-confidence. She touched the purple hat on the little guy's head with her right hand and said earnestly:
"Hongli, please remember what Ma Ma said. From now on, no matter how much you come across calligraphy or painting that you like, you must never put a stamp on it or write a lengthy post about your thoughts on it, which is a waste of cultural relics, you know?"
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Xiao Hongli blinked his eyes. Although he didn't understand what the Queen Mother meant, he still nodded obediently and said in a sweet voice:
"Ma Ma, Hongli remembers it!"
Qingyan looked at her little grandson and added with a smile in her heart: I hope you really remember it. People in the future don't want to see famous people's calligraphy and paintings, open the scroll with joy, and see that you are written all over it.
What a rambling review! And a seal that looks like psoriasis!
Interrupted by Qingyan, Kangxi no longer had to painfully evaluate the new poems for his grandson, and hurriedly asked Liang Jiugong to go find the young eunuch to deliver the news to his sons. There was a family banquet to be held in Changchun Garden tonight.
About half an hour later, the Emperor, Prince Zhi, Prince Cheng, Prince Yi, General Wang and others all arrived at Changchun Garden with their Queen/Fu Jin and their sons and daughters.
As night falls, the snowflakes in the sky become denser and larger.
The Emperor, the Empress, and the Empress together with a large group of juniors gathered around a pot with white steam and ate lively, completing the New Year's Eve family banquet at the end of last year.
After this warm family banquet ended, the atmosphere in the capital became tense again.
The Emperor and the Queen Mother took a trip to the sea and discovered that some Western countries were gradually beginning to establish colonies in the south of the Qing Dynasty and cultivate opium poppies, the raw material of opium, on a large scale.
Although the imperial court carried out a vigorous campaign to eliminate opium during the reign of the Supreme Emperor, the Supreme Emperor and the Emperor were still worried that if future generations of emperors were not capable enough, the Qing Dynasty might still suffer from the scourge of opium again and be bullied by Western countries.
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Therefore, next year, the Qing Dynasty once again started its external expansion after the Japanese state was transformed into a Japanese state.
From the fifth year of Huaxing to the thirtieth year of Huaxing.
During the thirty years that Emperor Huaxing was in power.
In addition to the Great Ping Dynasty, which rectified the civil service, vigorously developed handicrafts, and launched the first industrial revolution, the two brothers, Prince Zhi and General Wang, put on armor and took command time and time again to expand the territory of the Qing Dynasty.
In the eighth year of Huaxing, the two brothers invaded the countries south of the Qing Dynasty and eradicated all the poppy flower fields planted by the Empire in India, Laos and other places. They went all the way south, reaching as far as Bangkok.
In the twelfth year of Huaxing, the two brothers went to the west to fight, fighting and plundering all the way to the West Sea.
In the thirteenth year of Huaxing, the Qing Dynasty became the most powerful country in the world, forcing surrounding countries to pay tribute respectfully every year.
In the 30th year of Huaxing, the Dragon Boat Festival has just ended.
At the age of fifty-seven, Yinreng announced his abdication and held a coronation ceremony for his eldest son Hong Xi.
He led his concubines back to live in the Prince's Mansion outside the palace.
It happened that at this time, news came out in Changchun Garden that the Supreme Emperor was seriously ill.
Frightened, Yinreng and all his brothers and sisters rushed to Changchun Garden.
In the Changchun Garden, the seventy-eight-year-old Kangxi was lying on the bright yellow dragon bed, his eyes closed tightly, and his breath was like a gossamer.
The seventy-two-year-old Empress Dowager, with her head full of silver hair and red and swollen eyes, sat beside the dragon bed, holding Kangxi's calloused hand.
Next to the old couple stood their little great-grandson.
Kangxi lived nine years longer than in history and witnessed the joyful scene of four royal generations living under one roof.
His magnificent life came to an end. At first he could still hear the cries of the people around him, but gradually he couldn't hear anything at all.
Suddenly a door with white light appeared in front of him. He raised his legs towards the white door and heard a female voice that looked like his beloved wife complaining with a headache from inside the door:
"Oh, why have these zombies been upgraded again? They are getting harder and harder to fight!"
"Let me tell you, little ancestors! Can you stop firing superpowers randomly? I can't control you anymore!"
"..."
"Yuan Xi! Datou! The three of us are going to die this time, right?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuah, life in the last days is really getting more and more difficult! It would be great if after our death we can go to a world where we don't have to worry about food and clothing, and where our parents love us. Even if it is a feudal dynasty, I will accept my fate...
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"Yan'er, why are you crying?"
When Kangxi heard the woman's cries of grief and despair, he felt extremely puzzled.
He hurriedly walked forward, and his majestic figure walked into the white light and never looked back...