Qing Chuan Zhi Wants to Be a Concubine

Hongli's mouth trembled for a moment, and then he refused: "Don't mention this matter again. It is impossible for my son to do such an evil thing of killing his siblings."

"Hongli, you..."

Xi's concubine Niu Gulu wanted to persuade her again, but she stopped abruptly under Hongli's horrified eyes.

"My son is getting older and it is not appropriate to stay in the harem for too long. Mother, my son will leave now." Hongli didn't want to continue listening to these shocking words of Mother, so he stood up immediately and asked to leave.

After all, this was not his elder brother's place. Even though Eniang vowed that he could control this little space for private conversations, he was still a little worried.

Not only did Hongli believe in his own mother, but he also had a personality that he didn't believe in anyone but himself.

Niu Gulu was silent and hesitant, she still wanted to persuade...

But Hongli felt that his mother's silence was acquiescence, so he turned around, picked up his steps, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Niu Colu finally couldn't help calling Hongli.

Hongli stopped walking, but he was extremely impatient and said without turning his head: "No need to say more!"

"No, Hongli, you have gone astray."

When Xibin Niu Gulu stood up in a hurry, her elbow touched the tea cup on the table. With a "bump", the tea cup fell over and the tea fell on the table.

The tea just flowed down the table and poured directly on the hem of her clothes, immediately getting a large area wet.

Niu Colu noticed it and couldn't help but frown, but Hongli was more important, after all, it was more about his prosperity and wealth for the rest of his life.

Seeing Hongli turning his head, he looked at himself and waited to hear what he wanted to say.

Niu Gulu, who frowned, suddenly felt unhappy - she had worried so much for him, and now she didn't even bother to clean up her own embarrassment, just to worry about his affairs, but he didn't care at all. How embarrassed I am, my mother-in-law.

Are you feeling a little bit blank-eyed? !

No, it won't happen. Hongli must have been too angry to notice.

If you notice, he must be as polite and filial to you as ever.

Thinking like this and comforting himself, Niu Gulu's frown finally relaxed.

"Hongli, the draft has ended. Although the emperor seems to have left a few signs for the legitimate daughters of the ministers, it seems that he wants to marry you and Hongzhou. Eniang also knows that you have always hoped that the legitimate daughter of the Fucha family will become your legitimate daughter. Previously, E Niang has been working hard, but your Majesty has never given any confirmation, and has not made the decision to marry you. "

"Well, mother, do you want me to give up?"

"No, how could it be? Did the mother-in-law say that we should fight for it or we should fight for it, but we don't know when your wedding will be held. Maybe this year, maybe next year, or even the year after that? Your Majesty Ama's thoughts, Who can guess."

After hearing this, Hongli did not dare to say that Eniang's guess was wrong, because it was really very likely to happen.

Immediately his expression turned bad, and his tone of voice was hard, "Well, Mother, you specifically mentioned this matter, what can't you do?"

Xibi smiled bitterly, "What can E Niang do?"

"Then, mother-in-law, you mentioned this just to poke fun at your son's heart?!" Hongli's tone and expression became even worse.

Xi Bi shook her head in disbelief: "Hongli, how could you miss Eniang so much?" Why not?

The impatient Hongli almost blurted out these words, but when the words came to his lips, he finally realized that something was wrong and finally swallowed the words he was about to blurt out.

Immediately, he changed his expression and apologized: "It's my son's fault. I was temporarily swayed by my emotions."

It was obviously a perfunctory excuse and apology, but Niu Gulu was satisfied.

After the mother and son said some considerate words to each other, Hongli asked: "Eniang, why did you mention the wedding of your son and minister?"

"It's like this, Hongli. I don't know when your wedding will be. What if it is next year, or even the year after tomorrow? Do you have to wait until your direct descendant Fujin comes into the family before you have children?"

"Although your Emperor Ama, under the leadership of the late emperor, also values ​​​​his legitimate son, after all, your Emperor Ama is not a legitimate son. Comparing his feelings, I think you, the Emperor Ama, also value his concubine."

Hongli immediately understood what E Niang meant.

But before Hongli could speak, Xi's concubine Niu Gulu was still afraid that her son's thoughts were not clear enough, so she pointed out the key point again: "Hongli, you must have an elder brother as soon as possible. Don't worry about whether you have a legitimate son or not. There is an elder brother." Brother, that's it. Why would the late Emperor be satisfied with you, Emperor Ama? Your satisfactory grandson will also add some weight to the Emperor's claim to the throne."

This is definitely an exaggeration.

Emperor Kangxi first took a fancy to his fourth son, Yinzhen, and then selected a taller one among his sons. Moreover, he was already old at the time and had no energy to teach his grandson. It was just to show how much he valued his fourth son, Prince Yong.

But not only Niu Gulu felt this way, but even Hongli felt that his mother's words were too conservative.

How could I add some weight to Grandpa Huang for Emperor Ama? It was a lot!

However, what E Niang said makes sense.

Moreover, if I was like my second prince when he was still the crown prince, he waited for several years to adopt a legitimate wife, but in the end he only got a legitimate daughter. How much precious time was wasted. If he had a bastard, I'm afraid At that time, the bastard will be able to speak well and win favor in front of Emperor Ama on his behalf.

Thinking like this, Hongli was very moved by the idea of ​​letting go of the backyard and his concubine, but thinking about it, he couldn't be so unlucky. He would definitely have a smart and lovely legitimate son.

But... don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what may happen. What if your direct descendant Fujin is unlucky and has no children, and even if your own life is good, you will be implicated?

Therefore, E Niang is right, it is better to be the concubine.

As for the legitimate son, when the legitimate son Fujin comes in, as long as the legitimate son Fujin is lucky, he will definitely have a legitimate son.

Obviously, a concubine is more likely to have disputes than a legitimate son, such as the eldest uncle and the second uncle, but these are not important. The most important thing is that he can ascend to that position.

After thinking clearly about what was most important to him, Hongli said decisively: "Mother, you are right. My son knows how to do it."

Hearing this, Niu Gulu showed a satisfied smile.

Not only was she satisfied that her opinions would be adopted by her son, but she was also satisfied that she would be born into a famous family in the future. She was even more embarrassed and saddened by the fact that the Fucha family would become the condescending wife as soon as she entered the family.

Niu Gulu's jealousy was strong, so she naturally disliked her daughter-in-law, who was of higher birth than herself and whose identity was in opposition to her. Even if the power behind her was exactly what her son needed, she was satisfied with it. But it still doesn't look pleasing to the eye.

The imaginary enemy in her heart is none other than the legitimate daughter of the Fucha family. Although the emperor has not issued the decree yet, he has hinted at it before.

Yangxindian

He had just returned here from Concubine Jin of Yikun Palace, sat down, put on the tea cup, and had just taken a sip when he saw Su Peisheng approaching her, hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter?" Yong Zheng asked, holding the lid with his right hand and flicking the tea water, then he picked up the tea cup with his left hand and came closer, taking another sip. (End of chapter)