Damn it, fourth sister-in-law didn’t go to the garden to help with the baby? Have you gone back to the palace? Is Xi’e Niang okay? I heard that you gave me a little nephew, and I’ve prepared all the gifts..."

Hongli answered patiently one sentence at a time, but said in his heart: When I was in the capital, I didn't see you being so attentive in the past, but now in front of Huang Ama, you seem to be the only filial son.

The fourth master listened to the two talking with a smile. After Hongli finished speaking, before he could say anything else to the fourth master, lunch was served over there. There was a fragrant soup pot in the middle, surrounded by a circle of small plates.

, various pickles are placed next to baked yellow and orange pancakes.

Hong Zhou cleaned his hands, grabbed it and ate it. When he took a bite of the pancake, his eyes lit up, and he said vaguely: "It's the craftsmanship of Huang's mother." The pancake is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, layer by layer, mixed with sesame and coriander.

A variety of aromas hit your nostrils, and then you took a sip of the salty or sweet pickles, as well as the sour and spicy kimchi, and then took a sip of the hot soup. "It's really amazing."

The Fourth Master pushed Hong Zhou’s favorite kimchi in front of him, “I heard that you’ve only had a cook in your house for twenty years, why are you still so greedy?”

Hong Zhou laughed and said, "Then you don't know that my son raises these cooks with apprentices at home. These apprentices have left the profession and are waiting to be used in restaurants outside. You said that their skills are all for serving customers.

A good guest. Do you think you are tired of being treated like a guest all day long? To say that it is delicious, it must be Huang’s mother’s craftsmanship. Once you taste it, you will feel the taste of home. Whether it is a bowl of porridge or a piece of cake,

I put all my effort into it." This was meant as a compliment, but it was also sincere. Half of the pickles were my favorites. When I wanted to ask someone to bring them to me, I brought my own portion.

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Speaking of which, Huang's mother was really kind to him.

The fourth master ate two pieces of cake in a row, and then said: "...you still have a conscience and know what is good and what is good. No matter who you are with, don't take it for granted. There are not so many things that are taken for granted in this world, even if it is your biological father and mother.

Well. Is that true?"

Hong Zhou's heart skipped a beat, there was something behind his words. He responded in a whisper, wishing he could bury his face in the soup bowl.

Hongli tightened his grip on the chopsticks. Who did Huang Ama say this to?

Who do you say doesn’t know what’s good and what’s good? Who do you say takes it for granted?

This meal was a bit hard to swallow.

After eating, Hong Zhou looked left and right, and said: "Then my son will leave first. When he came here just now, the child was still making trouble."

The Fourth Master's expression softened, "Go quickly. Don't worry about returning to the capital. Let's settle down in the garden first."

Hong Zhou responded, and when he came down from the top, he couldn't help but reach out and wipe his sweat. Why did the atmosphere feel a bit scary?

Just as I turned around and lifted my legs to leave, I heard someone behind me shout, "Lao Wu."

Hong Zhou turned his head, only to find that Hong Li had also come down. He raised his eyebrows. Huang Ama did not give Hong Li a chance to speak alone. What did he mean? Thinking of this, without delay, he immediately raised his smile, "

Fourth brother, it’s been a hard journey, let’s go! Let’s go have a drink!”

The fourth master listened inside and sighed slightly. It wasn't that he didn't give Hongli a chance to speak. This time he just wanted to see where Hongli's bottom line was. Emperor Qianlong in history was one who walked too far.

It's all right. I never thought of asking him to endure the hardships and hardships that Ama had to endure. Instead, he paved the way up to a smooth path. The Emperor Qianlong who had a smooth journey and the current

How far the fourth elder brother Hongli had fallen in terms of character, he wanted to see how Hongli wanted this matter to end.

Lin Yutong really didn't expect that Hongli would go to pick up the fourth master. He ran away without asking for permission.

This would never have happened in the time of the late emperor. Even Prince Zhi and the former prince did not dare to do it. But now, Hongli has done it.

"This is testing my bottom line."

It was already evening when the fourth master came back, and the four little ones had all gone to bed. They had washed themselves up, and the couple were in bed, so the fourth master said this.

Lin Yutong put his hand on her chest and patted it gently, "You have also read the news from Master Qi. Hongli is young after all, and he doesn't understand as well as Twelve. What did Twelve go to see?"

The Japanese went to the secret store after they came back. Hongli also went to see him, but after he saw it, no one told anyone. As for what was said between them, no one knew." She frowned and looked at the Fourth Master, "This time

Southern tour..."

The fourth master patted Lin Yutong's back, grabbed her hand that was constantly making trouble, put it to her mouth and kissed her gently, "This time... someone wants to use his trick, then of course we can also use it..."

Lin Yutong paused, "Do you want to..."

The fourth master smiled and hissed, then leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth, "What do you think I would do without you?" He reached out and pushed her hair back to the top of her head, revealing her smooth forehead.

Come on, "Tell me what you are thinking, that move is a good one..."

Lin Yutong's heart was shaken by him, "Are you trying to use his strength to gain strength?"

clever!

How could such a smart woman not be smart when she gave birth to and educated children?

Emperor Yongzheng’s southern tour was something that the fourth master had never done before. The key point is that everyone’s deep-rooted impression of the southern tour was that it was a waste of money. What a waste of money! As soon as the fourth master came up, he faced an almost empty treasury.

, still want to tour the South? Dreaming!

You don’t even have travel expenses, where can you go?

Things are different now. The fourth master is touring the south. People have said that money from the national treasury is not needed, but money from the private treasury is used. The Ministry of Revenue seems to be happy, but the Ministry of Internal Affairs is not. The travel arrangements are all under the control of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

No matter what, if the Ministry of Household Affairs provides money, they will use it openly. I dare not say that they can use it casually, but it is not much different. There is no need to save it for anyone. But now this money is the emperor's private money, you dare to spend it

Give it a try. They have seen the Queen's ability before. They only need to look through the account book and don't need to pull the abacus beads at all, but they can see the mistake of half a tael of silver. It is a crime to waste money on such an errand.

It's your duty to be within the rules, and it's your credit to save money and effort.

Everything else is ready, but what about the pick-up? Until now, there is no accurate itinerary. Where to go or not to go? There is no news at all. The officials in Jiangnan have used all the connections they can use.

I just want to know where Long Live Master plans to pass. If you can't find out from below, then keep climbing up. Even the Thirteenth Master is not safe. Li Wei, who has been promoted to the Governor of Zhejiang, shamelessly comes to visit.

"After all, you are considered a high-ranking official in the border area, but you still have such a rogue temperament." The Thirteenth Master asked the waiter to go down, pointed to the opposite side and asked Li Wei to sit down, "Your coming to the capital this time was summoned by the Long Live Master.

Why didn't you go into the garden? What did you do here first?" To say that he and Li Wei were familiar with each other when they were in Long Live Lord's residence, that's absolutely not the case. When Li Wei took refuge with Long Live Lord, he was not free at that time.

Besides, who would have thought that Li Wei, who was just a minor official back then, could become a high official in the border areas today. The real familiarity started when Li Wei was in charge of salt administration. He had many official contacts, and it was difficult not to be familiar with him.

Li Wei was a follower again. Seeing the Thirteenth Master asking, Li Wei quickly said: "I have to go back after meeting the Long Live Master. The time is really tight. If I don't come now, I'm afraid I won't come back again."

I want to listen to Master Thirteen’s teachings, but I’m still not sure when?”

"Dishonest!" Thirteenth Master rolled his eyes at him, "I want to ask where Long Live Master is going?"

"No!" Li Wei waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't dare to ask about such a taboo matter." He leaned forward and kept his voice low, "I just feel that the atmosphere in this capital is not right, and I want to come and ask for advice, but what's the point?

Is there any taboo?"

No! If you look at the capital fiercely, you won't be able to tell anything. But if you have a really sensitive sense of smell, you will definitely be able to smell something.

The closer he came to the southern tour, the more anxious Hongli seemed. All the other concubines were also missing, but they rested in Fujin's house every day.

The date has been set, and time is very tight. We will set off the day after tomorrow. The list of entourage has just been released today.

Packing is a tedious task.

Mr. Fucha was busy when he saw Hongli coming, "I came back early today. Come and see if there is anything I missed?"

The fourth elder brother was on the accompanying list this time, which made Fucha feel a little relieved. It proved that Long Live Master still cared about his father.

Hongli just waved his hand and went directly to the inner room. Lying on the bed, he opened the wax pill in his hand. There was a note inside. After reading the content, he quickly got up, picked up the lampshade, and burned the note into

ash.

When Mrs. Fucha came in, she happened to see the ashes falling to the ground with sparks on them. It was only a little bit, but you could see it as long as you were not blind.

This is?

"Get out!" Hongli scolded without raising his head.

This was something that had never happened before. Mrs. Fucha was so blessed that she stood still.

Hongli closed his eyes and urged again, and again, but so far he didn't know very clearly about Huang Ama's subsequent itinerary.

"Master?" Mrs. Fucha boldly leaned over and called out in a low voice.

Hongli opened his eyes with a stern look in his eyes, "Didn't I tell you to get out?"

Mrs. Fucha lowered her eyelids and did not look at him, "Today...my cousin is here."

Cousin? That is, Aunt Twelve!

Hongli's eyes flashed, "What are you talking about? But for the old lady in the palace?"

Mr. Fucha shook his head, with a look of confusion on his face, "This is exactly what I don't understand. What I'm talking about today are all gossip. I'm not a very good listener. Maybe I don't understand.

maybe."

Hongli gave Fucha a complicated look. His Fujin had a delicate heart. He couldn't tell anything. He clearly had news to tell him. He responded vaguely and slowly closed his eyes.

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Mrs. Fucha's soft voice came over, "...We women don't know anything. Now when we talk about the Southern Inspection, we can't help but talk about the late Emperor's Southern Inspection. According to our confused thoughts, I think Long Live the Emperor should be here."

Let’s go to the places where the late emperor visited and remember them. But my cousin said that the temperaments of the late emperor and the long live master are different after all, and he is not a stickler for rules. Maybe he just doesn’t go to these places on purpose.”

Having said this is like saying nothing.

Hongli felt a little impatient.

Mrs. Fucha looked at his expression carefully, and her heart skipped a beat. Originally, she thought it was strange that her cousin came to visit her so well, but now after such a test, the clues were indeed revealed. She controlled her voice and tried not to tremble.

Come out, "Master, what are you doing?"

Hongli opened his eyes all of a sudden and looked at Fucha's eyes without any warmth, "What do you want to say?"

Mrs. Fucha wanted to say a lot, but the first words she spoke were irrelevant, "...I can't follow you on my southern tour this time. That's just right. The income from each village during the autumn harvest is too different."
To be continued...