In this way, if the prince cannot be restored, the third prince can continue to enjoy the benefits of the battle between snipe and clam.

If Kangxi was thinking about his old love and was forced by the situation, he would really re-establish the prince, and the third prince could also re-engage his relationship with the prince to report the matter and further consolidate his position with the prince.

Anyone hates a strong enemy.

But everyone likes a strong ally.

When the Fourth Prince thought of this, his heart beat slightly - the Third Prince, the Third Brother, the Third Brother...

This third prince, who has always been obsessed with calligraphy and writing, has gathered a large number of scholars and edited many works, is his mind really as indifferent as he seems and does not care about the world?

...

After the Fourth Prince finished reciting the scriptures, he slowly stood up and breathed slowly.

The emperor's throne was worshipped by thousands of people, and the imperial power was supreme.

Even if you are a prince, it is difficult to resist the throne's temptation to you.

The deposed prince opened the curtain of fighting for the throne, and this competition was gradually revealing its hideous and terrifying appearance.

Like a Shura field.

The fourth prince stood in the quiet Buddhist temple with his hands behind his back, pursing his lips slightly, thinking about his thoughts for a while, and suddenly suddenly remembered that Ying'er was still waiting for him.

Although she didn't say it, the Fourth Prince could tell from her expression that she was always worried about him.

The fourth prince came to his senses and went out, and saw Su Peisheng wandering around the yard.

Suddenly, when he saw the master coming out, Su Peisheng ran over quickly and whispered to remind him that the concubine was still waiting.

The fourth prince raised his foot and walked towards the backyard.

When he arrived at Ning Ying, the fourth prince was a little surprised: the third prince was actually sitting on the steps at the door of the main house, wrapped in a thick cloak and wearing a hood, and looked like a little bear.

The slaves surrounded her.

She was holding something in her hand. When she saw the Fourth Prince coming, she jumped up and ran over and plunged into her father's arms, and then stuffed the warm hand stove to the Fourth Prince: "Ama!"

It turned out that the third princess had never entered the room just to wait for him to come. After all, when he left just now, he only said to go back and "change clothes."

The fourth prince felt so guilty.

He bent down slightly, held his daughter's soft little hand, and walked into the room with him.

"Yun Xin should not wait for Ama at the door like this next time, it's cold outside." The fourth prince lowered his head and said to the third princess.

The third princess raised her fleshy little face, grinned at him, reached out and tried hard to reach behind her body, and patted her back: "It doesn't matter, I have the warm baby that my mother gave me!"

"What treasure?"

The fourth prince didn't understand it all at once, and couldn't help but ask. Ning Ying was greeted from inside. When she heard the third princess' words, she immediately laughed.

She explained to the fourth prince that the so-called warm baby is to sew it into a small round mat with a heat-keeping material and then stuff it into the three-legged garment clothes.

This way you can keep warm for a while.

Children cannot keep in the house all day without ventilation.

After hearing this, the fourth prince probably understood the meaning. As a result, the third princess was afraid that his father would not understand, so he finally pulled a warm baby off his back and raised it to his father: "Look at it!"

Ning Ying was beside her, watching the Fourth Prince hold her daughter's baby warm in her hand, tossing and turning, and even carefully looking at it several times, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

He hasn't seen a real baby warmer.

The third prince happily pulled the fourth prince's sleeve, walked into the room, and raised her head and said to her father hard: "This is Yun Xin's warm baby, Yun Xin is Ama's warm baby!"

(*^▽^*)!

The fourth prince's heart was melted.

After he washed up, Ning Ying asked the slave to get the clothes he had changed. The fourth prince stood behind, looking at the backs of Ning Ying's commanding the slaves through the hazy lights in the room, and listening to the sound of the third princess talking in the room.

He just felt peace in his heart.

When both of them lay down, the slave put down the bed tent and stepped out gently. The fourth prince reached out and brought Ning Ying into his arms, and whispered: "This is the case in the uterus, and I don't care about you anymore. After the New Year, we will go out of the house."

Ning Ying leaned in his arms, reached out to play with the buttons on the Fourth Prince's chest, and fiddled with the knots on the buttons with his fingertips.

The fourth prince looked down and reached out to gently move Ning Ying's hand away from her chest. A doting and helpless smile was pursed on her lips: "Itchy."

The clothes were thin, and the heat from his body was exposed to his body, and they could still touch his muscles.

Ning Ying really let go.

She turned around, hugged the brocade quilt with a slight desire, and turned her back to the Fourth Prince, and honestly prepared to sleep with her eyes closed, but the Fourth Prince hugged her shoulders.

He leaned over, kissed her face before he smiled and pinched her earlobe: "What's wrong?"

Ning Ying stretched out her hand to wrap her around his neck and suddenly asked, "Master, this year, the children and I have to prepare early, right?"

The fourth prince was stunned and understood what Ying'er meant - actually, he asked if he had to enter the palace during the Chinese New Year this year?

After all, so many things have happened this autumn and winter, one after another, almost making people breathless.

Thinking of the Emperor's face, the Fourth Prince slowly felt relieved and sighed slightly.

The palace was filled with sorrow and mist. I really didn’t know how to celebrate the New Year this year.

...

Finally, the day comes New Year's Eve.

In previous years, the festival celebrations in the palace often began as soon as December began.

Every year on the first day of December, there is a word "blessed" in the palace. Kangxi would write the word "blessed" in his own handwriting and reward it to the concubines and ministers to show that the emperor "blessed the people."

But this year, it is obviously not possible to write it out, and I am not in the mood to write it.

In the Qing Palace, the Ming Dynasty was imitated, and New Year's Eve was attached to the special importance. About ten days before New Year's Eve, firecrackers began to be set off everywhere in the palace to celebrate the New Year.

Firecrackers have fireworks and firecrackers—one gorgeous and the other lively.

After the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, according to the rules of the palace, the emperor's car drove into the palace. Every time he passed, the internal magistrate would set off a firecracker.

Kangxi looked haggard and sat in the car, watching coldly and listening, he felt the sound of firecrackers disturbing his heart.

He raised his hand and asked Liang Jiugong to tell the palace people below that he would stop the firecrackers.

But there were already lights around the Qianqing Palace.

According to the rules of the palace, lanterns of life are hung on the steps, sky lanterns are hung below the steps, huge golden lantern couplets are hung next to the lamps, and there are special five-color octagonal round lamps sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It is already very festive to watch during the day. When the lights are on at night, you will see them all over, as bright as clouds, as if the stars and moons are set on the earth.
Chapter completed!