Waiting for her husband to return, in fact, it means that it is very warm in the Forbidden City, and she hopes that he will go home soon, which is by no means a mess.

Break it open and crumple it and think about it seriously, this is really nothing, it can't be a beautiful poem, it can't be a ......

The letter is still going to be replied to.

He got up and sat down at the desk and laid out the paper and grinded it himself.

Chu Xian's letter was short, and he wouldn't write too long, but he wrote a reply in a moment.

He personally sealed the fire paint, raised his voice and called Su Peisheng in, and his fingers lightly buckled the table: "Give the letter to the guards, and when Huang Ama sends the message to the capital, send it over." ”

Su Peisheng replied with a bent waist and carefully tended the letter, this is the first time that the fourth master has written a letter to Fujin.

"Clean up as soon as possible, and the master will leave after saying to Huang Amma." The fourth master got up and walked towards the courtyard where Kangxi was temporarily living, and folded the letter written by Chu Xian and stuffed it into his cuffs very naturally.

There is a fire in the body, and getting more errands is the only way to solve it.

In the next two days, the efficiency of the fourth master became higher and higher. Leaving early and returning late, it took only two days for the people from the Ministry of Engineering to survey more than ten miles on foot.

Kangxi was very satisfied, and when he had dinner with his sons in the evening, he did not hesitate to praise: "The third and fourth children are the first time to follow out on an errand, I was still a little worried before, but I have seen you more and more attentive in the past few days, and the errand is getting better and better." ”

"It's my son." He smiled, and was relieved to think that he had given birth to fourteen sons, and that four had grown up, and that all of them had done a decent job.

The third elder brother hurriedly answered with a smile: "It is within the minister's duty to share the worries of the emperor. ”

The fourth master continued with a glance: "The Wuding River is flooded, the emperor Ama is worried, and the ministers should try their best to share the worries of the emperor Amma, and they also look forward to the early stability of the Wuding River, so that the people on both sides of the strait will suffer from the flooding." ”

"Hahaha, the third brother and the fourth brother said well, you can be so diligent just now, and the eldest brother is also relieved to see it. But you don't have to worry," the eldest brother said and patted the shoulders of the two younger brothers: "I need you to have a lot of errands in the future, and you can't work too hard." ”

He said and looked at Kangxi again: "Erchen also begged Emperor Ama not to work too hard, and to take care of the dragon body." ”

Kangxi nodded again, satisfied with the performance of his three sons.

Father, son, filial piety, brothers, friends, and brothers are the royal appearance he looked forward to when he was a child.

"The moonlight is good tonight, I will wait for you to go to the pavilion to enjoy the moon later, and the three of you brothers will each write a poem to write about our investigation of the river this time?" If you are in a good mood, your interest will naturally be high, Kangxi asked with a smile.

The third elder brother Wencai has never dragged behind in the prince, so he will naturally not be cowardly at this moment. Not only was he not cowardly, but he even looked at the fourth master sitting opposite him with a smile.

This errand is not ambiguous at all, and this fourth child who has just received Xian'er's letter finally gives him a chance to suppress him.

His eyes, the fourth master ignored it, but unconsciously touched the letter on the cuff again.

I can't remember how many times I've touched it in the past few days, and I feel like my fingertips are slightly hot when I touch it.

"Poetry", as soon as I heard this word, I don't know why my fingertips were a little strange.

Su Peisheng, who was standing a few steps away waiting to listen to the order, raised his eyes slightly and glanced at his master, a little puzzled what happened to the fourth master, his wrist was uncomfortable? In the past few days, why did the fourth master suddenly have such a habitual action of touching his wrist?

Hundreds of miles away, Chu Xian, who was being pestered by the fourteenth elder brother to teach him to read, suddenly laughed silently.

How many times has this been?