thought that he needed to overcome obstacles and achieve success in order to get the position of prince, but he didn't expect Huang Ama to recognize him.

………

Outside the Heart Cultivation Palace, Su Peisheng felt flattered, and he didn't expect that Liang Jiugong, the eunuch in charge of the interior, would even have someone prepare snacks for him.

Su Peisheng looked at Liang Jiugong dumbfounded, and with a smile on his face, he brought a cup of hot wolfberry and red date tea.

The minions in the Heart Cultivation Temple have always been the masters who see the wind and steer the rudder.

At this time, Su Peisheng suddenly had a thought in his mind that made his blood boil.

Henceforth... Maybe... He will stand in this Heart Cultivation Hall and become the biggest slave in the Forbidden City, serving the master of the Ninety-Five Supreme.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, Su Peisheng endured his excitement, and took the tea cup and dim sum in Liang Jiugong's hand more and more respectfully.

The masters in the Heart Cultivation Hall completed the silent handover ceremony.

And outside the Heart Cultivation Palace, between the old and the young and the young, it seems that the handover of the mission has been invisibly completed.

In the nameless courtyard.

Nian Yaoyue put the boiled medicine on the small red clay stove and simmered, waiting for the fourth master to come back and give him a drink.

It was rare for the sun to come out today, so she asked Jinyu to prepare hot water and sit in the sun, ready to wash her hair.

Ancient people liked to use hair oil, because hair was rarely cut, only occasionally trimmed bangs and the like, so the lord rarely washed his hair.

But Nian Yaoyue can't stand it, and in the summer, you have to wash it every other day, and when it's cold in winter, you have to wash your hair for three days.

At this point, she bent over and rubbed the pancreas on her hot water-soaked hair.

The elegant and light scent of agarwood fragrance came, and she didn't need to look up to know that the fourth master was back.

"Hmm.. There is a medicinal soup on the small stove to sort out the stomach, and the master went to drink it first. ”

Nian Yaoyue instructed the fourth master while washing her hair.

"Don't move~"

Yin Zhen was still wearing court clothes with Chaozhu, at this time she rolled up her sleeves, her slender fingertips passed through Nian's hair, and began to focus on combing her full of green silk.

The strength of the fourth master's fingertips was just right, and Nian Yaoyue hummed comfortably, so the fourth master combed her hair.

After combing her hair, Nian Yaoyue sat in front of the dresser with her hair scattered.

She supported her chin with one hand, and saw from the bronze mirror that the fourth master was seriously wiping her hair inch by inch with a handkerchief.

"Ye is very happy to look at it today~" Nian Yaoyue's tone was determined.

Jinyu, who was holding a tray on the side, secretly slandered Prince Yong's famous ice lumps.

In addition to the master's affairs, whether the things next to him are great sorrow or great joy, they are always expressionless ice cube faces.

Anyway, she couldn't see the difference between Prince Yong's expression at the moment and on weekdays.

"Let's go down~" Yinzhen pulled her hair for Nian's with a familiar technique, and went around to Nian's face, went to Luozidai, and painted her favorite distant mountain eyebrows for Nian's.

"Huang Ama alone gave the sacrificial meat to the lord."

Yin Zhen's tone was light, he couldn't relax before he ascended the throne.

The abolished prince has been the prince for almost forty years, and in the end, he was not deposed if he was deposed, and he was deposed twice in succession by Huang Amma.

"What!"

Nian Yaoyue stood up suddenly excitedly, but forgot that the fourth master was helping her with her thrush, and at this time, Luo Zidai crossed her eyebrows and flew obliquely into her sideburns.

Kangxi Ye actually rewarded the fourth master with the meat of the heavenly gizzard alone, which only the emperor and the prince could enjoy alone.

Kangxi's meaning couldn't be more obvious, he had already decided that the fourth master would be the prince.

Nian Yaoyue was excited, but quickly woke up from this great news.

"No, no, no, the prince has been the prince for almost forty years, it's not that it's scrapped, master, we must not let anyone know that Lord Kangxi rewarded the lord for sacrificing the flesh of the heavens!"

But there are many people in the Heart Cultivation Palace, who can guarantee that this news will not spread?

If it spreads, the fourth master will become the target of everyone, and Nian Yaoyue began to think about how to block the news in her mind.

"Since Huang Ama is unwilling to make a statement, he will definitely not publicize this matter."

Yin Zhen wiped the snail on Nian's eyebrows with her soft fingertips.

"You don't have to worry about it."

Now even Liang Jiugong is kind to him, and there are people in the Heart Cultivation Hall who have arranged for him, and he will not let this news flow out.

In October, Kangxi Ye ordered the canonization of the third master, the fifth master, and the seventh master, the sons-in-law of the elder princes, as the princes.

Only skipping Prince Yong, Nian Yaoyue was sitting in Hui'er Courtyard at this time.

"Hui'er, your Emperor Marfa didn't canonize you as the prince of Yong, are you unhappy?" Nian Yaoyue saw that Hui'er was in a depressed mood.

She knew in her heart that the fourth master was going to be the emperor in the future, so Kangxi deliberately did not make Hui'er the prince.

"Huang Mafa doesn't like his son, so he crossed his son alone, and even the sons of the Fifth Emperor Uncle and the Seventh Emperor Uncle were sealed, but the son didn't!"

As the eldest son, Honghui has always been overwhelmed by the fourth brother Hongli, Huang Mafa always praises Hongli on weekdays, but rarely praises him, Honghui knows in his heart that the candidate for the son of Prince Yong in Huang Mafa's heart should be Hongli.

It's just that because his sister-in-law is here, and he feels that his son-in-law is not worthy of being the son, so he simply doesn't want to be the son of Prince Yong.

"Silly boy, as long as you remember that you have you in your heart, you will be in charge in the future!"

Nian Yaoyue reached out and patted her son's shoulder and comforted.

"Hui'er, don't panic, everything has a mother!"

Sifu Jin Yixian sighed lightly, she knew in her heart that Long Live Lord still liked Hongli's concubine more.

At this time, looking at the scene of licking calves between Hui'er and Nian's family, Yixian only felt dazzling.

These two are not mothers and sons, but the relationship between aunts and nephews, but they are more cordial than her, the mother-in-law who raised Honghui and grew up.

"Master, Imperial Physician Zhou is here to ask you for a safe pulse~" Jinyu led Imperial Physician Zhou here.

"Let him in!"

It's no wonder that Nian Yaoyue is so anxious, now it is sixty years of Kangxi, she has been married into the palace for ten years, and since she gave birth to Xiao Gege, she has not come out of anything.

Concubine De is always talking about the laughter of no baby in the backyard of the fourth master, and she sends a woman to the fourth master every once in a while.

Imperial Physician Zhou has to check Nian's pulse every day, which is strange, Nian's and Wangye's bodies are healthy, and in the past ten years, Nian's has almost been a favorite of the house.

But nothing came out, what went wrong?

"Master, you're all right."

Nian Yaoyue heard the old tune of Imperial Physician Zhou, and suddenly sighed in frustration.

"Then why can't you get pregnant? It's been all these years..."

You must know that the little rice cake in history gave birth to three sons and one daughter for the fourth master, but now she has only one little Gege under her knees.

Where are the destined three sons?

Seeing Hui'er looking at her with concern in her eyes, Nian Yaoyue chuckled in her heart, and suddenly realized.

Three sons and one daughter!

Hui'er, Sheng'er, Xi'er, isn't it the third son!