The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 283
Just as the maids came in holding basins for washing their hands, Er Gege rolled over from her grandmother, went to the side to wash her hands, and blinked at her mother.

Gu Yaoyao threw a smile at her daughter.

Although Er Gege is young, he already knows the truth of giving up the limelight to others.

It's not that you shouldn't show the limelight, but that you should show it to the key people at the critical time.

……

After a bunch of kowtows, Gu Yaoyao was finally able to sit down with the children.

They have already arrived at the Hall of Preserving Harmony—all the people are gathered here, and the banquet cannot be officially held until the Long Live Lord arrives.

Sitting in the hall are all concubines and clans.

Among the group of people, Gu Yaoyao happened to see the Wei family of the king of Zhijun through a pile of clothes and temples.

I haven't seen her for a while, and the Wei family has become more and more beautiful - I think he is very favored, and it is estimated that life is getting better and better now.

She was still hugging Hongfang, seeing Gu Yaoyao looking at her, Wei Shi seemed to want to come over to say hello, but she held back.

After all, it is not an ordinary occasion.

The tables in the Palace of Preserving Harmony are all golden dragon banquet tables, and the high-ranking concubines have their own tables, and cold dishes and snacks are served first.

That's a really "cold" dish. I've been waiting for almost two hours, and it's already completely cold.

Both Hong Yun and San Gege couldn't sit still anymore - after all, they were young and had no impression when they entered the palace, so that's all.

At this time, the little doll, who was only a few years old, was forced to sit here for several hours, could not run anywhere, and was not allowed to scream and play - otherwise it would be against the rules of etiquette.

Not to mention Hongyun and Sangege, Gu Yaoyao also felt back pain from sitting.

……

In the warm pavilion of Qianqing Palace, Liang Jiugong carefully glanced at the time on the western clock, and went to report it to the Long Live Lord in a whisper.

It's not that he wants to report it, but that Long Live Lord asked him to remind him every half an hour.

Long Live Lord didn't want to go to Baohe Hall, didn't want to face the deposed prince, and didn't want to touch the bloody wound in his heart.

There was a slight smell of wine in the warm pavilion. Liang Jiugong knelt down and cleaned up the wine glasses on the carpet. He felt bitter in his heart and his nose was sore.

He feels sorry for the Lord Long Live.

Long live God has always been resolute, resolute and resolute, and there are not many people who delay time like this.

No matter how ambitious he is, the Son of Heaven is still a body of flesh and blood after all, but after a hundred years, if the heir does not live up to expectations, what is the expectation for the future?

People live, sometimes they have to rely on an expectation, a hope to support.This has nothing to do with being rich.

The older you get, the more you have to look forward to.

What's more, King Zhijun came to Dongnuan Pavilion more frequently recently, and each time he was mysterious, and he didn't know what gossip was passed to Lord Long Live.

Today too.

First, the concubine Hui came to deliver nourishing soup, but it was sticky in the warm pavilion and delayed for a long time.

Then, King Zhijun came over.

Just now!
Just as King Zhijun left the Qianqing Palace on his front foot, Long Live God on his back foot was crouching on the dragon couch and coughing for a long time—that posture was really scary.

Liang Jiugong felt that Zhijun Wang must be talking about the abolition of the prince.

Apart from abolishing the prince, what other things can really affect Wansui's emotions?
Zhijun Wang is also impatient.

Even if you want that seat again, you can't use this method—to add insult to injury.

As long as the emperor has slowed down, he will realize that Zhijun Wang is definitely not a suitable heir.

A big brother who can beat his brother into trouble and press him every step of the way, what can he not do to other younger brothers in the future?

……

After a moment of distraction, Liang Jiugong only felt a sharp pain from his fingertips, and it was the porcelain fragments that shattered his fingertips.

When he climbed to his current position, he was no longer the one to do these jobs, not to mention Liang Jiugong, even the disciples and grandchildren led by Liang Jiugong, after they went down, there would always be a group of people around to curry favor and serve them.

He has been pampered and pampered for so many years, his hands are already tender.

"Nine skills..."

Kangxi covered his chest and said on the couch.

His hands dropped from the side of the bed.

Liang Jiugong walked over like shit, promised repeatedly, and held up Long Live's hand with a face full of piety: "The servant is here, the Lord Long Live - the servant is here!"

Kangxi looked down at him.

Looking at it from this angle, Liang Jiugong shrunk on the ground - he looked very small, just like when he just came to serve him back then.

Look, the tip of Liang Jiugong's nose is red—what a slave, he feels sorry for his master.

Kangxi shook his sleeves, thinking that when he was sick, the crown prince didn't even come over to take a look, let alone shed a tear.

He straightened his body again: "It's Chinese New Year today, put on a happy face!"

Liang Jiugong straightened his back with a huff.

After a pause, Kangxi coughed, his eyes slightly perplexed: "Let's go out."

……

In the Hall of Preserving Harmony, Long Live God finally attended, and everyone hurriedly left the table, knelt down and kowtowed together facing south and north.

Kangxi always had his eyelids drooping, looking like no one wanted to look at him, he almost had the words "Don't bother me" written on his face.

In the main hall, although the princes were all present, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward and subtle.

Everyone secretly turned their eyes back and forth between the face of the deposed prince and the face of Long Live.

On Gu Yaoyao's side, Hong Yun asked her curiously: "Why are you all watching..."

He had only spoken halfway before Gu Yaoyao quickly covered his mouth.

Fortunately, Hong Yun's voice was so low that no one could hear him except the person sitting next to him.

Fujin Ulanara also took a look at Hongyun, cleared his throat in a low voice, and expressed his dissatisfaction.

……

The deposed prince sat alone at the table, and after the banquet, he drank the dull wine one mouthful at a time.

No one paid any attention.

Naturally, no one dared to toast him.

Before, there were a few teenagers around the prince, which aroused Long Live's displeasure, and he personally ordered them to be dragged out and killed with a stick.

Now, the deposed prince seems to be fighting against his father - and there is a very handsome little eunuch by his side.

It's not taboo to pour wine for a while, and serve vegetables for a while.

Because it was so eye-catching, several princes noticed it, and they all looked at each other playfully and winked at each other.

……

The fourth elder brother lowered his gaze, and saw the king of Zhijun sitting beside him, staring at the prince constantly, with a playful sneer on his face.

Concubine Hui was sitting on it—she was really showing off at the moment, and there were constant toasts.

Those of the clan did not dare to go forward, and let the concubines and wives take them with them, fawning as if as long as they could touch the sleeves of the concubine Hui, it would be good.

The thirteenth elder brother was below, watching silently, and when the little princesses went up to offer tea to Kangxi, he pulled Yinzhen's sleeves and shook the cup slightly in the direction of Concubine Hui: "Four elder brother."

The fourth elder brother only glanced at it, smiled, and didn't answer.

(End of this chapter)