Thinking of the thoughts in his heart, the young man Qingjun first praised the imperial father on the throne.

Hearing him say this, Kangxi's mind felt a little more relaxed.

The fourth child is still sensible.

However, the fourth master's next sentence made Kangxi a little puzzled.

I only heard him speak slowly: "Erchen is brave and wants to ask Huang Ama for a favor." ”

Grace?

The middle-aged emperor looked at the fourth son in front of him, and he really didn't understand it in his heart.

The reason why he wants to give him the title of county king, even if he doesn't say it, the fourth child must understand.

Give him the title of county king, and then give Honghui the title of prince, this compensation is definitely a lot.

How dare you ask for grace?

"Speak." Putting down the folds, the middle-aged emperor picked up the teacup, and his tone couldn't hear the emotion.

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As soon as Chu Xian returned to Dongsan with her children and grandma, she took Mama Lan and Qing'er Fei'er and inspected all the houses in person.

After making sure that there was nothing that could be contaminated with the smallpox virus, Chu Xian went back to her study and personally wrote a letter to the Queen Mother, Concubine De and her mother's family to report her safety.

Then he personally went to clean up the fourth master's study.

After looking at the sky, he went to the small kitchen to arrange dinner in person, preparing to let all the palace people in the entire East Three Institute celebrate this evening.

Chu Xian ordered a total of eight home-cooked and exquisite side dishes, trying to take care of everyone's taste.

Then I ordered six dishes that the fourth master loves to eat, and I am ready to thank the fourth master this night.

"You've worked hard these days." Chu Xian called everyone over, smiled and asked Mama Lan to give each of them a string of copper plates: "This evening, you will set the table and have a good meal in this empty room next to the kitchen." However, no alcohol is allowed, no noise is allowed. ”

Mama Lan smiled and said, "Please rest assured, the slaves and maids will take a good look at them, and no one is allowed to be unruly." ”

After arranging in the small kitchen, Chu Xian called Qing'er to him again: "Let's go and count, except for the new clothes that must be made according to the rules in the autumn, all the palace maids and eunuchs who have handled the clothes will be made up according to the number." Make up for what is lacking. ”

Then he called Fei'er to his side: "You take two people and go to the courtyard in the northwest corner to pick up the people from our East Third Institute." ”

……

After arranging all the trivial things that could be thought of, Chu Xian went back to the backyard.

Hugged Rong Xin into her arms, looked at the flower on her forehead that was dotted by Kangxi Ye with a royal pen, and Chu Xian took the pen and drew the pattern on the paper as it was.

Mama Lan felt a little strange: "Fujin, what are you doing painting this?" Before Gege went out, she didn't have a flower on her forehead, when did you draw it for her? ”

She said and hugged Rong Xin in her arms: "The slave looks very good at this flower, and our family is even more delicate." ”

"This is Huang Ama casually pointed between Rong Xin's eyebrows." Chu Xian spoke, and she was a little worried in her heart.

There are so many things in this world that are not written without coincidence, so that people don't know whether to sigh whether it is just a coincidence, or it is predestined in the dark.

Kangxi Ye used a royal pen when he painted Hua Tian for Rong Xin at that time, and this was Rong Xin's first time painting.

Looking at this shape that looks very much like a flame, and then thinking about Rong Xin's birth, she would laugh when she was born, and she barely cried when she was beaten by Concubine De, Chu Xian's heart was a little unbearable.

Just as they were distracted, Qing'er and Scarlet came in to hold the lamp, and asked in a low voice: "Fujin, it's dinner time, do you want to set the meal?" ”

Chu Xian subconsciously glanced in the direction of the front yard: "Is the fourth master back?" ”

"Not yet." Qing'er replied.