Happy Family Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Same People Don't Have the Same Life

"You went out of the palace to learn painting? Or micro-service? Can you take me there? When Xia Mo returned to Yonghe Palace in the evening, she was about to cry when she heard the good news.

Su Ma is really torturing her these days, not only learning Manchu, but also Mongolian! Holding a pen, copying the Buddhist scriptures in Mongolian and Mongolian word by word, one is to pray for the queen mother, and the other is to be able to wait for the queen mother to celebrate the Thousand Autumn Festival as a birthday gift.

What is the Queen Mother? What is lacking is just filial piety, she can't recognize a few Chinese characters, so she copied it in Mongolian characters, just to ask for a coincidence.

And Su Ma didn't know what was wrong, he brought her over early in the morning, and Apple would never let her come back until dinner, and the old fourteen because she wanted to learn the rules, so she also moved to the elder brother's office, Yonghe Palace was completely quiet, and it was so quiet that it didn't seem to be true.

It's easy for the eighth child to come to see her now, but the news brought by her turned out to be that she went out of the palace with Gu Badai to learn painting, and the people are moving towards freedom. Is this sad for Xia Mo, who has lost her freedom? Kangxi doesn't have such eccentricity. The son sprinkled flowers and practiced her as a son, why hadn't she heard that the princess was proficient in three languages!

"Nonsense again!" Sisi gently knocked on the establishment, and before she got married, it was impossible for the eighth child to take her with him. This girl really has to learn the rules.

Xia Mo noticed that not only Sisi was there, but even Sifujin was there.

"Mo'er was wrong." Xia Mo honestly bowed her head and confessed, asked Concubine De for peace, and then took the opportunity to ask for peace for Sisi and Jinhui.

"Good Mo'er, starling goes out to find you delicious and fun, and then paints a lot of beautiful paintings for you. You're locked up in the Big Buddha Hall every day, and I'm just going out to learn how to paint, and when you've learned it, I'll be back. "The eighth is really calculating.

Originally, I heard that he was asked to go out, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come back in a short time, so he retreated, he has not yet loved art to the realm of selflessness, learning to paint to put it bluntly, not his protective color, by the way, to escape endorsement, learn kung fu. The elder brother in the palace also lived a nourishing life for him. If you don't take people out to study now, how bitter it is! What's more, it's terrible to throw Xia Mo alone in this deep palace.

was about to discuss with Xia Mo, but because of Sisi's cold eyes, Xia Mo was imprisoned in the Buddhist hall.

He's not a fool, and he doesn't need to explain anything to understand. So he immediately expressed his determination to Kang Applexi, thanked the prince by the way, and went back to talk to Concubine Hui for half an hour, and then began to prepare for going out. It's almost ready, so I came to tell Xia Mo.

"Well, you study hard, let's not learn the paintings of the Bada Shanren, you have to learn Tang Bohu, that's more profitable!"

There are a lot of masterpieces in the palace, Xia Mo and Lao Ba are soaked in these masterpieces, although I think the paintings of the Bada Shanren are good, but compared to the people's love for Tang Bohu's paintings, it is still far behind. We are to seek elegance in the midst of vulgarity.

"No one is allowed to learn, paint by yourself!" Sisi glanced at Xia Mo and shouted again.

"Okay, okay! Our fourth brother, what he said is good. In case we can't sell it in the future, we'll sell it to him. Xia Mo said in a deliberate whisper, but this voice was just right for Concubine De, Sisi and Jinhui to hear.

Then Concubine De and Sisi were drinking milk beggars, and they sprayed gorgeously, and Jinhui was instantly petrified.

"Rest assured, rest assured, Starling's paintings will definitely sell. As long as I am stamped with the seal of my eighth prince, even if I draw a royal eight, some people rush to buy it, and I dare not hang it in the middle hall! The eighth patted his chest and said to Sisi by the way, "Maybe we can still raise the fourth brother then!" Fourth brother, it's hard to marry a daughter-in-law, have more children, don't be afraid, we have the craft! ”

Concubine De fell, softened with laughter. And Jin Hui stared at these two, is this the royal son's daughter-in-law? One is worried that he won't be able to learn and can't sell, so he relies on his brother to raise him! The other thought directly, stamped with the seal of the eighth son of the emperor, who dares to say that it is not good? Isn't it looking for death! Can these two have a little eyesight? When did you hear that the prince was starved to death?

What a genius!

However, what does this have to do with the fourth master, one has to rely on them to live, and the other wants them to marry more daughters-in-law and have more children, and they help raise them! Is...... Is...... Jin Hui's eyes are itching!

Sisi was calm, looking at this pair of living treasures, glaring at Lao Ba, this heart is as small as a needle! What's wrong with Jinhui Mo'er, the eighth child really holds a grudge, so he has to stimulate her at this time? Alas! Such a living treasure can still be taboo, there is really no one in the royal family? Or is it really royal and flesh-and-blood?

So just after the Spring Festival in the 31st year of Kangxi, the eighth child embarked on the road of 'studying', and followed Master Gu out of the palace in Tsing Yi and a small hat, and he didn't even bring any of his subordinates. Concubine Hui and Concubine Liang cried so sadly!

But the princes who saw him off, except for one, two, three, and four, all the rest all showed envious looks, no longer have to get up early to endorse books, no longer have to ride horses and shoot arrows, no longer have to be taught by the grandmothers, the days of the gods!

Xia Mo didn't send it, because although Su Ma knew that the eighth brother was out of the palace to learn painting, Apple didn't allow Xia Mo to show up, the reason was that he was too big, he had to pay attention to his words and deeds, and he would make people laugh at his name.

Xia Mo is a little good, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, Su Ma is a cow and can't be offended, so he is honest and obedient, and obediently lies there while reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, while copying religiously, and recognizing words by the way.

Of course, I also feel that Su Ma is a little too much, how old is he, he is only eight years old in May, and he is just ten years old when he is virtually old, who has nothing to spread this scandal, besides, it has already been passed on, he is the fiancée of Eighty-eight, and he said it as early as the twenty-seventh year of Kangxi, so do you have to wait until now? However, he didn't dare to refute Su Ma and copied it carefully.

Su Ma sighed softly and was afraid, the emperor seemed to be really suspicious, although he was not suspicious of Lao Ba and Xia Mo, but one was released from the palace, and the other was locked up in this Buddhist hall. Although it is put back to Yonghe Palace to sleep every day, it has actually cut off the contact with the princes, although it is suspicious, but it is also preservation, so that at least no one can use it anymore and frame them, which is a good thing.

Looking at Xia Mo's smiling face, her heart warmed up, saying that she was brought in to teach the rules of the palace, but she couldn't bear to break the illusion in her heart no matter what, maybe this world is more suitable for her, and it's not bad to be a fool like this.

In the thirty-fifth year of Kangxi, in January, after combining countless considerations, Kangxi decided to drive to Geldan in person. In fact, in the first few years, there were small fights, and there were always a few fights a year, and Kangxi had actually fought once in his twenty-ninth year, and that time it was his younger brother Fuquan who was the coach and the eldest brother who was the deputy marshal. The battle was won, but it was not done. Kangxi has always regretted it, and this time he carefully accumulated strength for several years, and was determined to solve this matter once and for all.

Except for the crown prince who left behind to supervise the country, the first, third, fourth, and fifth all received a banner and gave me an honest battle to the battlefield. There was a nervous look in the palace, and the sons of the four concubines Hui, Yi, De, and Rong were all inside, and none of them were spared.

The fourth elder brother gave birth to a daughter with Song Gege in the house in the thirty-third year, but died before the full moon; It was easy for Li to get pregnant again, and she was born as a daughter in thirty-four years; Didn't I just pick a good day for the fourth elder brother and Jin Hui to share a room, I was thinking, looking to see if Jin Hui could get a man in one fell swoop and give birth to a sister-in-law. As a result, the old man wanted to take his sons to fight in the New Year? It made Concubine De's heart irritable.

Thinking about it, I envy the old eight. In the past few years, in addition to the excerpts of Please, the rest is the fresh toys outside the paintings for Xia Mo. Xia Mo will never monopolize the little toys, and they will all be distributed to her younger siblings. The painting was sent to Kangxi, admired together, sighed at the growth of the eighth, and flattered by the way This is the emperor's work, if it is not for the eighth child to go out, how can there be this achievement.

Lao Ba actually painted from inside the gate to outside the pass, lined up, the style has gradually become in the past few years, and there can be lies in writing letters, but the character of the person, the character of the painting is clear at a glance, the brushstrokes are becoming more and more open, and the landscape under the pen is becoming more and more majestic.

Although the face has not been exposed in the past few years, but the honor of the eighth and Xia Mo has not been reduced in the slightest, during the New Year's holiday, Kangxi said that he couldn't see the old eight, saying that he was suffering outside, while doubling the reward for the good concubine, while saying to the little ones that the hard-working spirit of the eighth comrade is an example for the younger brothers and sisters to learn, but who dares to learn to paint, and then play thirty boards! And the palace is still the most popular among Xia Mogege, and there is nothing I don't like from top to bottom. Of course I like it, it's closed every day, and the time to see everyone is short, and it's easy for everyone to rest, it's a group activity, and the emperor is still rushing to see it! Who can be bad?

Look at other people, you can still get holy grace when you travel in the mountains and rivers, and then look at your two sons, one is tired every day with a little old man; One of them looked like he had hair on his body, and he couldn't be quiet for a moment. I knew that it was better to let him be a pig's head, but now like a monkey, it's annoying to watch.

Kangxi also knows how to paint, and the same scenery also has dried yeast paintings in the palace, compared with the apple, the painting techniques of the eighth child are still slightly insufficient, but the heart and face are not the same. Compare it to the painters of the previous dynasty. Kangxi's favorite is the Bada Shanren, but compared with his son, he is obviously not open-minded! Skills can be honed, but the mind is innate, after all, he is his own son, and he is stronger than Qianming!

Of course, the pride is over, Kangxi doesn't know if it's good or bad, he wants a stupid son, or does he want to lose his happiness like this? He's actually quite contradictory.

When I asked Lao Ba to learn to paint, he actually understood very well that being a prince was hard, and he came over like this, reciting all the books one hundred and twenty times, and his biggest dream was to be able to sleep well, but he didn't have a chance to realize it!

Because he came this way, he also asked his sons to do the same. But if you don't feel distressed, it's a lie, but what can be done? Who made them born in the emperor's family?

Because I like the eighth child too much, I softened my heart for a while, and every time I looked at the paintings he sent in, I thought, it's not bad to be idle like this! But there is only one such exception.

"Your Majesty, the Eighth Master sent a secret guard to send back a painting and let him hand it over to the emperor!" The chief eunuch lowered his head and reported softly.

"It's a painting again, this kid is just afraid that there will be some 'masterpiece' apple to show Teng." Kangxi shook his head with a smile and moved his neck, "Take it in, and then send someone to ask Mogege to come and watch with me." ”

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