The days passed slowly like running water, and the carved paper windows in the Forbidden City were replaced one after another, and then the peaches, pears, grapes, figs, pomegranates in the Chuxiu Palace... also matured, one after another.
Qingyan's favorite fruits have never stopped eating.
The noisy midsummer with the chirping of cicadas has finally passed, and we have entered August. The hottest time of the year has passed, but the sun is still shining in the daytime, which makes people worried.
At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire Chuxiu Palace, and the breeze blew gently. Qingyan moved the rocking chair to the grape trellis in the front yard, lay down on it and took a nap, and the sweet smell of grapes filled her nose.
Under the urging of time, the fruits of sweet persimmons, sweet peppers and sunflowers grew from small to large, from tender to fully mature. Qingyan hesitated but resisted eating them and asked Zhang Tianxi to save them all for seed.
On the one hand, it’s because the food is too small and not satisfying, and on the other hand, ever since the glass Ama was co-signed by the censors in the first half of the year, Qingyan has been thinking in her heart that if there is a chance, she can make Ama
Leave officialdom as soon as possible.
In the ups and downs of officialdom, accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.
Because of the huge profits from glass, the Hesheli family has now become a target in the eyes of many people. Even the children of several years old running around on the street know about "photographic glass".
The name "Suo Xiang" has spread from the court to the people, and the Hesheli family has become synonymous with glass. Even when the farmers who are immersed in farming are chatting on the fields, the most talked about ones are the prince's mother clan in the inner city.
Money, very rich!
Soetu's previous act of placing glass mirrors outside the Hesheli mansion completely established the name of "Hesheli's glass". Subsequently, once the glass from the Royal Glass Factory was sold, it ignited the entire capital.
The cost of glass produced locally in the Qing Dynasty is low, and its quality is even more transparent and pure than the foreign glass imported from across the ocean. Discerning businessmen have early replaced the inside and outside of their shops with glass windows.
Strange common people were attracted into the shops and spent as much as they wanted.
The merchants who traveled north and south also had extremely unique vision. They would send people to guard the door of the glass factory every day. As soon as glass was available, they would buy it in large quantities, then carefully package it in soft cloth and transport it to the south for reselling at a high price. Rich people from Jiangnan gathered here.
, come and go, earn a lot of money from the price difference.
Ordinary people who had scholars at home also gritted their teeth and replaced one or two of the white paper windows in their homes. Students loved to sit under the bright glass windows, read and write, and poems praising glass were also spread one after another.
Even people from a poor family will spend a few pennies to buy a glass bowl, glass bottle, etc., which can be used as a rare ornament at home.
When the Ministry of Accounts sent the glass factory's profit account book for one month to the emperor, Kangxi was shocked by the huge profits, so he decided to wait until next year to find a location to build a glass factory in Jiangnan.
Flowers never bloom forever, and things tend to decline at their peak.
Qingyan knew in her heart that the current achievements of the glass alone were not enough to help the Hesheli family earn a big enough gold medal to avoid death.
Since ancient times, food has been the most important thing for the people. If the Hesheli family can contribute to filling the bellies of the people, it will be a great achievement. Even if the future is still unsatisfactory, with this contribution, no matter whether the new emperor is
No matter who, the Hesheli family are immovable beings...
When Qingyan was drowsy and thinking about how to trick Amma into farming next year, Bai Lu's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
"Little Master, wake up quickly. Prince Yu Fujin has come to visit us in the palace." Bai Lu bent down and gently pushed her master who was sleeping in the rocking chair with her hand.
"Prince Yu Fujin?" Qingyan hurriedly opened her eyes and sat up from the rocking chair. Just as she was about to turn around and ask Bai Lu, she saw an elegant and dignified young woman wearing Prince Fujin's clothes, Yingying, standing not far in front.
"My wife Siruk has met the young master Hesheli."
"Fu Jin, please get up quickly." Qingyan hurriedly got down from the rocking chair and put on her shoes with some embarrassment.
When the children drowned last year, Siruk gave birth in the side hall of Cining Palace. Then when Siruk came to visit Qingyan in Chuxiu Palace after confinement, she was unconscious again. This was the first time for the two of them.
This is the first time we met when both of us were awake. "Ah, ah~"
Qingyan was about to greet Siruke to the main hall. Suddenly, a weak milking sound came from the arms of the nanny next to her.
The baby was exposed.
After the two of them sat on the armchairs in the hall, Bai Lu hurried down to make tea.
Siluke sat on Qingyan's right side across the small round table with high legs, stretched out his hand to hold the baby in his arms and patted it gently.
The atmosphere was slightly awkward, so Qingyan had no choice but to find a topic first: "Is this Fujin's eldest son?"
"My little master is right, he was born to the courtier's wife in the twelfth lunar month of last year, and the prince named him 'Changquan'." Siruk said, looking lovingly at the son in his arms.
Qingyan wanted to laugh when she heard the child's name.
I remembered that a partner in my previous life said that if she hadn't looked up the information, she would have thought that "Fuquan" and "Fulin" were biological brothers.
In the early Qing Dynasty, Manchu naming was not as strict as Han naming. Father and son often had the same word, but they sounded like brothers.
"I know this is a bit presumptuous."
There was a trace of pleading on Siruke's face, and he handed the child to Qingyan and continued: "Can you trouble me, little master, to hug this child?"
Qingyan:???
Although she didn't understand what Prince Fujin meant, Qingyan saw the expectation in Siruke's eyes and still reached out to take the baby.
Changquan is only over eight months old now. Although he is not yet one year old, his body is too weak and small compared with his peers.
Siruk's eyes were fixed on her son, and her eyes lit up when she saw her son looking at Qingyan curiously with his big black eyes, and then stretched out his little hands to try to grab the tassels hanging from Qingyan's head.
Qingyan looked at the fair and delicate little baby in her arms, pouting and blowing saliva. She stretched out her finger and waved it in front of his face in a funny way. Changquan's eyes followed the finger and then suddenly "beep"
"Ah" stretched out her little hand and grabbed Qingyan's index finger.
Seeing this scene, Siruk shed tears instantly.
"Fujin, are you okay?" Qingyan was startled by Siruke's sudden move.
"Oh, I made my mistress laugh. I am so happy, so happy." Siluke hurriedly took the handkerchief handed over by her grandma and wiped her tears.
"I thanked my little master for saving my daughter in the winter. If it hadn't been for you, we, mother and son, would have been separated from each other by now."
Siruke wiped away her tears, smiled and waved her hand, asking the maid behind her to place the wooden gift boxes in her arms on the round table one by one.
"I have never found an opportunity to thank you in person, so I have prepared some small gifts today. I hope you will not refuse."
Qingyan looked at the red sandalwood gift boxes on the table. The outer shell was so precious, let alone the gifts inside.
"It just happened to happen at that time. Fujin really doesn't have to spend so much money. When I was in a coma in the spring, the gift you gave me was luxurious enough." Qingyan shook her head and stretched out her right hand to push the gift box over, but was stopped by Xilu.
Keshi was stopped.
A heavy gift came to the door. Qingyan thought with her toes that the visitor must have something to ask for. She couldn't refuse, so Qingyan had to ask with a smile: "I've always been a straightforward person. I don't know why Fujin came to Chuxiu Palace today."
Something?"
Hearing Qingyan's straightforward question, Siruk stood up from his chair with a shy face, then walked to the opposite side of Qingyan and gave her a big salute.
"Fu Jin, what are you doing?" Bai Lu, who had just put the tea cup on the table, hurriedly leaned over and helped Siruke up.
Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, looking at Siruke who was bursting into tears again, she really didn't know what was wrong with this man.
"I know this is a bit embarrassing for my little master, but I really have no other choice."
"It's all my fault that my wife is not good. Last year's dystocia and premature birth caused Chang Quan's body to be so weak now, and she got sick every three days. A few days ago, my wife and the prince went to Longquan Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings, and specifically asked Master Linghui.
"
"The master said that there is a certain calamity of death in Changquan's life. If it is not broken, he will only be two years old in his current life." Siruk said with a painful look on his face.
Qingyan used her eyes to signal Bailu to go outside to get a basin of water, while recalling that the successor Prince Yu in the previous life seemed to be named Baotai, not Changquan, which meant that there was a high possibility that the eldest son would not survive.
…
"Fu Jin, don't be anxious, sit down and talk slowly." Qingyan pushed the tea cup to her hand, hoping that she would drink some water and calm down.
"Thank you, little master, thank you, girl." Siruke took the wet sweat towel from Bai Lu and wiped her face. After taking a few sips of warm scented tea, smelling the aroma of the tea, her mood gradually relaxed.
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"Master Linghui said that noble people helped Changquan when he was born. When my wife gave birth last year, the biggest benefactor was my little master." Sirukshi raised his head and looked at Qingyan gratefully.
Then she pointed to the baby in her arms and said: "In Changquan, when the wife and the prince tease him, he often doesn't respond to either of us, but today when the little master hugs him, he reaches out to catch you.
headgear."
Hearing Siruke's words, Qingyan couldn't help but pause. Her current power level is very high. Even if she doesn't mobilize it, some of her powers will spill out. Usually, what the little prince likes most is talking to him.
She played with Tie Tie.
Perhaps it was because of these supernatural factors that Xiao Changquan felt comfortable, so he moved his little hands.
Seeing that Qingyan seemed to be thinking, Siruk asked cautiously: "Can I pray to you to recognize Changquan as your godson?"
She knew it was presumptuous of her to say this, after all, the relationship between the two of them was not that familiar.
But she was really forced to have no choice. She couldn't support her son by herself, and she couldn't just watch her little Changquan die.
Thinking of this, Siruk's tears fell again.
As soon as she finished speaking, Qingyan raised her head suddenly. She really didn't expect Siruke to say such words.
In today's era, the marriage is very formal and lasts for life. If two families want to recognize the marriage, they not only need to choose a good and auspicious day, but also have to pay tribute to heaven and earth, and the royal family pays more attention to it.
"Fu Jin, you know that the royal family believes that I can't make the decision when it comes to kissing." Qingyan couldn't help but frown and said with some embarrassment.
"My lord, are you willing?" Siruke clasped his hands under the table and looked at Qingyan intently.
Qingyan did not speak, but lowered her eyes to look at the baby in her arms.
If Siruk's description is true, in most cases Xiao Changquan would be quiet and not react at all to her and Prince Yu's teasing.
On the one hand, it may indeed be due to physical weakness and lack of strength. On the other hand, it is not ruled out that this child has autistic tendencies. However, he is still too young at the moment, so it cannot be confirmed yet.
If it's the former, it's okay, but if it's the latter, it will be difficult to raise this child. Even if he survives in the end, I'm afraid he won't be able to become the heir...
"Children are precious", these are the words engraved on the hearts of every post-apocalyptic person.
Folks recognize various types of relatives, including people, trees, and mountains. Without exception, they all pray for children to grow up safely and smoothly.
If the name of a mere godmother could really help this child, she would be willing to do so, not to mention that making friends with Prince Yu's family would be a huge benefit to her, the young prince, and the Hesheli family.
Her only worry at present is that this child has not survived in history, and it is really hard to say whether she can be raised in the future...
While Qingyan was struggling with how to reply to Siruke, the sound of a whip suddenly came from outside the door.
The two turned to look outside and saw Kangxi holding Yinreng and Prince Yu Fuquan walking in the door.
Qingyan was about to bend down to salute, but Kangxi saw her holding the child and waved her off.
Fuquan bowed his hands to Qingyan, and she nodded in return. Kangxi walked to Qingyan, looked down at Xiao Changquan, and then asked several people to take their seats.
After the little prince was put down by his mother, he ran to his aunt with small steps, stood on tiptoes and looked curiously at the little cousin in her arms.
Fuquan sat next to him, Fujin. Siruke turned to look at him with sorrow in her eyes. Fuquan just patted her hand and said nothing.
He had already told the Emperor and Madam Huang what needed to be said. The decision was not in their hands as a couple. All they could do was wait.
"My brother is so small." Yinreng stretched out his little hand and originally wanted to touch Changquan, but when he saw the little baby who was as weak as a kitten, he hung his hand in mid-air and did not dare to touch it.
"Ah, ah~"
A small apricot-yellow dumpling suddenly appeared in his sight, and Changquan also raised his little hand with difficulty to touch Yinreng's little arm.
The little prince's eyes lit up. This was the first time he played with his younger brother. He became a younger brother too!
Seeing Xiao Changquan's reaction, the faces of Prince Yu and his wife were also filled with joy. Fuquan couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, Changquan seems to like His Highness very much." He had already told the Emperor and Huangma what he said.
Grandma has said that the decision-making power is not in the hands of the couple. All they can do is wait.
"My brother is so small." Yinreng stretched out his little hand and originally wanted to touch Changquan, but when he saw the little baby who was as weak as a kitten, he hung his hand in mid-air and did not dare to touch it.
"Ah, ah~"
A small apricot-yellow dumpling suddenly appeared in his sight, and Changquan also raised his little hand with difficulty to touch Yinreng's little arm.
The little prince's eyes lit up. This was the first time he played with his younger brother. He became a younger brother too!
Seeing Xiao Changquan's reaction, the faces of Prince Yu and his wife were also filled with joy. Fuquan couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, Changquan seems to like His Highness very much." He had already told the Emperor and Huangma what he said.
Grandma has said that the decision-making power is not in the hands of the couple. All they can do is wait.
"My brother is so small." Yinreng stretched out his little hand and originally wanted to touch Changquan, but when he saw the little baby who was as weak as a kitten, he hung his hand in mid-air and did not dare to touch it.
"Ah, ah~"
A small apricot-yellow dumpling suddenly appeared in his sight, and Changquan also raised his little hand with difficulty to touch Yinreng's little arm.
The little prince's eyes lit up. This was the first time he played with his younger brother. He became a younger brother too!
Seeing Xiao Changquan's reaction, the faces of Prince Yu and his wife also turned happy. Fuquan couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, Changquan seems to like His Highness very much." He had already told the Emperor and Huang Ma
Grandma has said that the decision-making power is not in the hands of the couple. All they can do is wait.
"My brother is so small." Yinreng stretched out his little hand and originally wanted to touch Changquan, but when he saw the little baby who was as weak as a kitten, he hung his hand in mid-air and did not dare to touch it.
"Ah, ah~"
A small apricot-yellow dumpling suddenly appeared in his sight, and Changquan also raised his little hand with difficulty to touch Yinreng's little arm.
The little prince's eyes lit up. This was the first time he played with his younger brother. He became a younger brother too!
Seeing Xiao Changquan's reaction, the faces of Prince Yu and his wife were also filled with joy. Fuquan couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, Changquan seems to like His Highness very much." He had already told the Emperor and Huangma what he said.
Grandma has said that the decision-making power is not in the hands of the couple. All they can do is wait.
"My brother is so small." Yinreng stretched out his little hand and originally wanted to touch Changquan, but when he saw the little baby who was as weak as a kitten, he hung his hand in mid-air and did not dare to touch it.
"Ah, ah~"
A small apricot-yellow dumpling suddenly appeared in his sight, and Changquan also raised his little hand with difficulty to touch Yinreng's little arm.
The little prince's eyes lit up. This was the first time he played with his younger brother. He became a younger brother too!
Seeing Xiao Changquan's reaction, the faces of Prince Yu and his wife were also filled with joy. Fuquan couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, Changquan seems to like His Highness very much." He had already told the Emperor and Huangma what he said.
Grandma has said that the decision-making power is not in the hands of the couple. All they can do is wait.
"My brother is so small." Yinreng stretched out his little hand and originally wanted to touch Changquan, but when he saw the little baby who was as weak as a kitten, he hung his hand in mid-air and did not dare to touch it.
"Ah, ah~"
A small apricot-yellow dumpling suddenly appeared in his sight, and Changquan also raised his little hand with difficulty to touch Yinreng's little arm.
The little prince's eyes lit up. This was the first time he played with his younger brother. He became a younger brother too!
Seeing Xiao Changquan's reaction, the faces of Prince Yu and his wife also turned happy. Fuquan couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, Changquan seems to like your highness very much."