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    Prince He was pointed at by Yong Cong's buttocks, touched his nose embarrassingly, and said in surprise: "Fourth brother, Yong Cong really understands my brother's words?"

    Qianlong gave him a squinted look, obviously happy to be flattered with the prince, and then he was proud of being honored, "My seventh elder brother is smart, don't underestimate him."

    The prince and the prince looked at the little doll carved in powder and jade.

    Yong Cong's chubby face was tender and tender, his little red mouth was pouted, and his fat little chubby hands held Qianlong's shoulders, and pointed the back of his bald head at him, with "I'm not happy" written all over his bare head.  "Four large characters.

    ?My own Fujin often went to the Changchun Palace to pay respects to the emperor's wife, and when he returned home, he sighed to him that the seventh elder brother was really sweet, and none of the boys in the mansion could compare to him.  She hugged her once and refused to let go, which is extremely rare.

    Hong Zhou didn't believe it.  His youngest son, Yongzheng, is more than one year old, and he can only call "Ama" softly and softly. The seventh elder brother can't speak yet, so where can he be?  Mostly it was promoted by the fourth brother.

    It is said that my family thinks that they are good, and Yong Cong's Huang Ama thinks that Yong Cong is good!

    Now he doesn't think so.  Hong Zhou rubbed his hands curiously, Yong Cong is such a small child that he can understand what adults say!  Originally it was just an itchy hand, but now Hong Zhou's heart is also itching.

    Look at his chubby little butt!

    There is also the small face like a bun, except for the different eyes, it is a shrunken version of the prince.  His nephew had a stern face, Hong Zhou had never had the pleasure of being funny, he never expected the prince's own brother to have such a rich expression!

    Still pouted!

    Hong Zhou was overjoyed, put his head close to Yong Cong, cupped his hands with a smile, and coaxed in a low voice: "Uncle Wu apologizes to Yong Cong. Yong Cong is the smartest child in the world, can Yong Cong spare Wu Uncle?"

    Yong Cong: ""

    He, fifth uncle, has no face or skin, and doesn't know how to be reserved at all.  Yong Cong turned his small head and stared at Hong Zhou, his black eyes were particularly agile, and he turned around, as if he was thinking about something.

    Seeing that Yong Cong finally stopped facing him, Hong Zhou made an exaggerated gesture of relief, and smiled, "Give Uncle Wu a hug!"

    Qianlong was overjoyed, seeing Hongzhou slumped in front of Yongcong, and still talking poorly, he felt extremely refreshed.

    He mercifully handed Yong Cong to Hong Zhou, while admonishing him: "Be careful, something went wrong, I only ask you!"

    Hong Zhou took over the soft little body, feeling so beautiful in his heart, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes, yes. Oh, Yong Cong doesn't admit birth at all, I really love Xinjueluo's family  boy!"

    Yong Cong babbled, as if agreeing.  He put the small wrist around Hong Zhou's neck, then leaned his head on it, and smacked his lips comfortably.

    Uncle Wu's embrace is not bad either.  Well, Huang Ama's arms are still wider, and there is a pleasant smell of ambergris!

    No, no, the embrace of the Queen's Mother is the most fragrant, and there are different fragrances every time

    Hong Zhou froze for a second, and became more careful in his movements.  Surrounded by the scent of milk, he hugged Yong Cong happily for a long time, then suddenly looked at Qianlong resentfully, "Fourth Brother"

    Qianlong's hands were empty, and he still felt a sense of loss.  Hongzhou suddenly yelled, goosebumps appeared on his body, and he frowned, "What's wrong?"

    Hong Zhou caressed Yong Cong's back contentedly, and sighed, "Fourth brother is so lucky! Brother, I really want to take Yong Cong back to the house"

    Qianlong sneered, "It's a beautiful idea. Is it itchy again?"

    Wu Shulai secretly laughed, isn't it just itchy skin with the prince?  He wants to take away the lifeblood of the Long Live Lord, but the Long Live Lord is still fighting him desperately!

    Not far away, next to the rockery shaded by the lake, concubine Yu held the hand of the fifth elder brother Yongqi, looking at this side from afar.

    ? When he first came to the Old Summer Palace, Qianlong gave every elder brother who was studying a few days off, so that they could have a good time with Er Niang, so Yong Qi lived with Concubine Yu these few days and had a great time.

    Yongqi raised her head and asked Concubine Yu: "Emiang, is that the seventh younger brother? Fifth uncle has never hugged his son"

    That's right, I haven't even hugged the prince, let alone Long Live.

    Concubine Yu deliberately took Yongqi out to visit the garden, just with the idea of ??meeting the emperor by chance.  She also asked Yongqi to prepare a few poems and recite them here, the emperor will definitely hear them.

    Her almond eyes darkened, and the handkerchief in her hand was deformed.

    "Yongqi, as long as you study hard, Emma Huang will always find you good." Concubine Yu showed a gentle smile, knelt down and touched Yongqi's forehead, she spoke softly, and she didn't know who to tell,  "Favoured andWhat?  When you grow up, don't be a colorful embroidered pillow.  "

    *

    The palace people reported that the emperor, the prince and the seventh elder brother had come.

    The Queen Mother was overjoyed, "The Ai family has not seen Hong Zhou and Yong Cong for a long time!"

    Concubine Yugui was taken out of the palace by Hong Zhou to take care of her in the early years of Qianlong.  She was used to living in the side hall of Shoukang Palace, and often went into the palace to chat with the Queen Mother and play leaf cards.

    The relationship between the Queen Mother and Concubine Yugui was good when they were in the hidden residence.  One Niu Gulu Gege and the other Geng Gege, both of them are not favored, and they have been supported for many years, and they are almost as close as sisters.  The sons were born one after the other, and the master and son obviously valued Hongli more, and Geng had no complaints. After the situation became clear, he told Hongzhou to assist Hongli, and must not give birth to other thoughts.

    If there is a real fight, Hong Zhou also has the qualifications to inherit the Datong.

    But because of his mother-in-law, Hong Zhou has no big ambitions. The Empress Dowager has a clear heart, and she has a lot of gratitude to Concubine Yugui.  go.

    When he and Prince Hongzhou held a "funeral" in the mansion for the first time, Qianlong was stunned.  After being frightened, anger followed, so absurd, what's the point?

    It was the Queen Mother who stopped him from punishing Hong Zhou.  With the Empress Dowager's support, Hong Zhou is not afraid anymore, and he is still alive and kicking after four or five "funeral events" every year.

    "Emperor Niang, Er Niang." Hong Zhou was ready to salute with a smile, but the Empress Dowager shot him a look, "You are still holding your little nephew, what kind of salute are you doing? Come, sit next to Ai's family."

    Qianlong took a look, and He Jing was also here.  Before she could speak, Concubine Yugui said cheerfully: "He Jing just went to look for Yong Cong, missed a chance, and complained to us when he came back."

    Qianlong kept a straight face, "Complain?"

    Looking at He Jing in a blink of an eye, "Could it be that you forgot to make your brother cry?"

    He Jing's face was flushed, and he stammered, "Huang Ama, no, no."

    He Jing wanted to cry, but when she thought of the tragedy caused by the rattle, her hands ached.  The original thought of teasing Yong Cong was gone, and he said listlessly: "My daughter doesn't want to copy poems"

    Seeing that his daughter couldn't help being teased, Qianlong laughed out loud, and even Yong Cong, who had nestled in the empress dowager's arms, giggled.

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