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Yong Cong's chickenpox broke out very quickly, and it fully developed on the third day.
His body was covered with blisters, but there were only two or three spots on his fat face, one on the top of his forehead, one on his chin, and one between his eyebrows. He was impartial and shiny red.
Yong Cong was extremely depressed. This chickenpox still picks where to grow?
Reach out and touch it, hey, then change into clothes, put on cassock, and you can cosplay Tathagata!
? On the first day and the second day, the sapphire ointment still had some effect, it was refreshing and relieved itching. On the third day, he couldn't suppress the itching from his bones, Yong Cong didn't cry out, he just whimpered and whimpered.
Speaking of which, he almost forgot about time travel. After smelling the sapphire ointment, Yong Cong thought of green grass ointment, and then of modern life¡ªand then couldn't help feeling guilty.
He is so unmanly.
? As an upright man, how can he be defeated by a mere chickenpox? !
So Mo Shu healed his wounds and came back to Nuan Pavilion, and asked him if it was itchy, Yong Cong blinked his big eyes and smiled sweetly, "It's not itchy."
Seeing Brother Qi's appearance, he must be holding on. Mo Shu's heart ached, but he had no way to stop it. He could only take care of him with all his strength. His posture made Yong Cong blame himself for losing a strand of hair.
The prince went to Dongnuange to watch Yong Cong every day, in case he accidentally scratched the chickenpox. When it was time for lunch, the prince looked at his younger brother thoughtfully, "Do you want my second brother to feed you?"
"No." Yong Cong firmly rejected the proposal.
This is really the most painful torture in the world. Yesterday he was too naive, nestled in his elder brother's arms and served the table, watching the prince enjoy eating big fish and meat, but he could only drink the porridge in pain, Yong Cong shed tears of sorrow.
The prince looked a little troubled.
What if Yong Cong scratches his stomach again while he is away?
Yong Cong is clever, and his quietly bent fingers are really secretive. If it weren't for his piercing eyes, he would have succeeded last night. This frightened the prince, determined to stay close to him, and even filed a complaint with the emperor and queen. Soon, the number of palace attendants following Yong Cong increased.
As soon as Yong Cong rolled his eyes, he knew what his brother was up to.
He hesitated for a while, and finally said hesitatingly: "Second brother, put, tie me up."
Woo woo woo, I can't hold it anymore, it's really itchy!
The prince wrapped Yongcong's two small hands with his left hand, touched Yongcong's bald head with his right hand, and raised his voice, "Li Qin!"
Li Qin quickly came in, "Prince?"
"Let someone go to the embroidery workshop to make a pair of thin gloves. According to the size of the seventh elder brother, the two are glued together." The prince said in a deep voice.
Concerned about chaos, he was dazed, but he did not think of this method to prevent scratching. It was Yong Cong's word "tied" that reminded him!
In the first month of Qianlong, he decided to send troops to attack Dajinchuan, where the climate was cold and humid, so the prince wrote a letter explaining the thing of "gloves" to keep warm from the cold. Li Qin followed beside the prince, he understood what gloves were, he quickly agreed and walked out in a hurry.
Yong Cong stared at the prince with his mouth wide open.
The prince smiled and patted his head again, "What's wrong?"
Yong Cong's eyes are shining, brother mighty!
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Yong Cong quickly put on his exclusive anti-scratch gloves. The gloves are made of thin silk, very cool, there is a constriction at the wrist, the left and right are connected together, and they cannot move freely, only Yong Cong's fat fingers can be lifted up to play.
He raised his glove, looked at it, moved his fingers, had a great time playing, and finally realized something was wrong¡ª¡ª
The left and right hands are tied together, why is it so similar to the prisoner's shackles?
The only difference is that the shackles are black, and the gloves are all festive red.
Also embroidered a pomegranate!
Yong Cong shut himself up.
Thinking about his majestic No. 7 elder brother of the Qing Dynasty, it is shameful enough to have chickenpox, but he wants to pose exactly like the prisoner!
He sat on the soft stool, twisted his body because of the itching, but couldn't move his hands, so he had to keep raising his hands, dropping them, raising them, and dropping them
Like a lucky cat.
The prince looked at it for a long time before holding back a smile and opening the curtain, and walked outside.
It's so effective.
That night, the crown prince asked him: "Does Yong Cong like red gloves?"
Yong Cong secretly took a look at the expression of the second brother, and saw that his face was full of anticipation and a look of praising
Yong Cong nodded bitterly: "I like it!"
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&nbYonghuang secretly looked towards the dragon chair, Qianlong was thinking, and did not show any displeasure.
He panicked, Huang Ama trusted the prince so much? Don't you have any fear?
Gao Bin was also in a hurry, he couldn't let the prince raise his prestige in the army any more. He looked anxiously at Yong Huang's back, and suddenly his eyes lit up, this is also Ding Baylor's chance!
As the crown prince, how honorable he is, the emperor must be worried about his safety, and the ministers will also object. But the materials had to be transported, and a chief official who represented the imperial court and could appease people's hearts was needed, and Dingbaile was the best candidate.
Yong Huang is not stupid, after a while, he also thought of this.
He suppressed the excitement in his heart, and came out and said: "Huang Ama, the sword has no eyes on the front line, Jinchuan is in a bad situation, and the second brother of the prince has a high status and cannot take risks. My son is willing to go!"
The hall was quiet, and everyone's eyes were on the prince and Dingbele.
Qianlong was really reluctant to part with the prince. Dajinchuan is poor and bad, and the two armies are at war. If they are injured and encounter each other, it won't be him who is Ama who is heartbroken? And Jingshu will definitely blame him.
Yong Huang made such a sudden request, Qianlong pondered for a moment, desperately wanting to play.
In the end, he was still reluctant to part with Yonglian, before giving the order, he cast his eyes on the prince.
The prince smiled slightly, turned to Yonghuang and said, "If it's just to transport supplies, elder brother will be able to do it. It's just that Mr. Zhang sent a message a few days ago that Jinchuan is rushing and the water level is rising. He asks someone who is good at river control to accompany the army. The lonely Zhan Shi In the mansion, there is Master Zhu Anzhu who is proficient in this way"
Seeing that the prince's rebuttal was well-founded, Yonghuang became more anxious.
Govern the river?
No wonder, the crown prince is waiting for him here!
He thought very quickly, no, it's not just the prince's Zhan Shifu who has capable people.
Yonghuang's eyes lit up, he cupped his hands confidently, and said in a loud voice: "Reporting to Huang Ama, if it is about river governance, only Gao Bin, the co-organizer of the University, can be considered proficient in this way. My son asked for supplies, and Mr. Gao Follow the army!"
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Master Gao: I don¡¯t know if I should say mmp or not.
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