The next day, the Zhejiang Minister of Civil and Military Affairs, the gentry and the common people gathered outside the palace and knelt down to stay with the Holy Master. However, this time, Kangxi did not allow it.
The next day, March 29, Kangxi returned to Luan with the Empress Dowager.
Government orders were issued one after another.
Kangxi cared about the officials and people in the south of the Yangtze River, and first ordered the officials to pick them up along the way. The officials were particularly hard-working. If they missed the official duty, they would be fined, reduced in salary, demoted, dismissed and still in office. They would be found out and exempted.
He also ordered the Ministry of Household Affairs to exempt the people of Zhejiang from paying small amounts of silver and miscellaneous taxes for thirty-four, thirty-five, and thirty-six years.
He also ordered the Ministry of Punishment to grant a general amnesty to Zhejiang. Except for heinous crimes and official corruption, all other crimes below the death penalty would be pardoned.
He also ordered the Ministry of Rites, Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, where humanities are flourishing, to increase the quota of five Confucian scholars in universities, middle schools, and elementary schools.
He also ordered the Ministry of War to appoint Han officers and soldiers in Manchuria in Hangzhou, who were all good at riding and shooting, and proficient in Manchu. They were all trained by General Zha Muyang. Now that Zha Muyang has passed away, he ordered the Ministry of War to select Yin Yizi.
This time the boat went faster.
We arrived in Suzhou in two days.
The retinue and others still stayed at Suzhou Zhizao Mansion.
The ninth elder brother also followed the other princes' elder brothers to Songjiang Mansion.
Shu Shu had no leisure time to go out and hang out.
I am not in the mood to look forward to my trip to Jiangning.
She had trouble sleeping and eating.
It's April, and it's Jueluo's due date.
Even though we know that we are so far apart and it is useless to worry, the most uncontrollable thing in this world is our mood.
Xiaochun saw it and said, "How about Fujin go out and worship the Buddha?"
There are many ancient temples here in Suzhou. If you go in and pay homage, you will feel calmer.
Shu Shu shook her head and said, "I'm not going."
She looked in the direction of the capital and regretted a little.
Compared with going out to see the world, being with Eni when she needs her is what she should do most.
*
Maybe there is a tacit understanding.
In the capital's capital, Mr. Jueluo was also talking about Shu Shu to Madam Bo.
"The Prince's Mansion is halfway started. Fusong said that it will be almost complete around the Dragon Boat Festival. I don't think Shu Shu will be able to move out before the end of the year..."
At that time, we can move around more frequently during New Years and holidays.
Even if the daughter cannot go back to her parents' home often, it is different from living in the palace. It is more convenient to visit here by herself.
Mrs. Bo also smiled and said: "Although when the time comes to live at home and there are no elders above, I will have to worry about it, but I still have to slowly learn to be the master of the family, so that's fine."
They are also daughters-in-law and have experienced getting along with mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, there is often a distant fragrance and a close odor.
If Shu Shu lives in the palace all the time and is too close to her mother-in-law, she will easily feel disgusted.
The two of them made a tacit agreement not to mention uncle.
Jueluoshi looked at his belly: "Fortunately, the imperial doctor said that it is probably a boy. If it gets another gege, the flesh will have to be cut again in the future."
According to the doctor, it's probably another boy this time.
Mrs. Bo was quiet for a while and then said, "If he is a boy, his nickname would be Er Ge Ge."
Jue Luo was stunned, looked at her uncle and said, "Sister-in-law, this..."
Mrs. Bo looked at her and said seriously, "Listen to me this time and save yourself the trouble..."
This is to prevent my uncle from making any "dying requests" or direct "last words" when the time comes.
Jue Luo was kind and knew that this would be a way to solve future troubles, but the prerequisite was that the uncle's wife should be able to conceal the news from the uncle, and also "mistake a deer as a horse".
In that case, wouldn’t everything fall on my sister-in-law?
Mrs. Bo sneered and said: "If the clan members are unjust, just come and fight me. As for Xinda Li, I am not afraid of him when he is alive. Do I care if he complains about me after he dies? If he really has the nerve to complain about me, I will go underground."
I'll tear my head off with him again..."
Before he finished speaking, the boy from next door came over.
It turns out that my uncle felt uncomfortable and wanted to ask his wife to go back.
Jue Luo raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but asked, "What are you doing, chaining my sister-in-law to you all day long?"
Mrs. Bo patted her hand and comforted her: "Don't be upset..."
It only takes about ten days.
He is a coward and is afraid.
*
Next door, the uncle was sitting on the south Kang, holding on to the window sill, with an irritated look on his face: "Where's Madam, why haven't you come back yet? Send someone to invite her again!"
The housekeeper had no choice but to call the boy to run errands again.
Fortunately, there was movement in the yard outside at this time, and Mrs. Uncle came back.
The uncle looked at her eagerly and said: "There is no movement from my siblings?"
Mrs. Bo smiled slightly and said: "Master, don't worry, it should only take a few days."
After hearing this, the uncle's eyes shone with a strange light: "Okay, okay, the second brother is very powerful. Not only does he support Dong E's family, but this lady also marries well and has plentiful heirs, worthy of our ancestors!"
Mrs. Bo glanced at him.
The uncle has already talked about the past, which is nothing more than the pampering of his grandfather when he was young and the partiality of Enie.
It seemed that the happiest and happiest days in his life were his carefree childhood.
Mrs. Bo didn't criticize him, she just listened quietly.
After a while, the uncle said: "If you don't marry me in the next life, then who will you marry?"
The uncle said, "Perhaps we should care for Meng as usual. A horse racing man will give birth to several strong cubs like wild wolves."
"Cough cough cough..."
The uncle didn't expect this answer, and he coughed until tears came out.
"It turns out you still blame me in your heart..."
Madam Bo looked him in the eyes and said, "You and I were married for three years, but there was no sign of pregnancy. The imperial doctor had seen it. What did you say at that time when you were away from me?"
The uncle murmured: "I said at that time that if you want to remarry, I won't stop you; if you stay, I will treat you well in this life and you can adopt my brothers' children in the future."
In the end, he didn't do a single word.
There was a sarcastic expression on Mrs. Bo's lips, but she meant it at that time.
He sought medical advice for him and drank bowls of medicinal soup himself.
My body was almost exhausted, and I managed to get up twice, but the fetus could not sit still.
Sure enough, things in this world cannot be forced.
The uncle sighed and said: "I'm not defending myself, I made a mistake, but there is nothing I can do about making the same mistake over and over again. Blood is really too precious. At that time, my second brother and my sister-in-law had not yet found comfort.
Two wives, one son and a half daughters, and no five.”
By the end of the sentence, he was choked up.
Mrs. Uncle was impatient to hear this and said, "Uncle knows that it is inappropriate, so why not do it? You are also an elder brother and an uncle..."
This is clearly a matter of discouraging heirs.
The uncle sighed again and said, "I only have this one unfulfilled wish now."
Madam Bo's eyes also turned cold.
She didn't say anything else, just because she was afraid that if his plan failed, he would try another one and torment the disgusting people around him.
She felt that she was also cold-hearted, hoping that he would close his eyes as soon as possible.
But she never did anything on her own initiative.
Now that he was like this, she didn't want to let him go through any trouble.
It makes no sense that people who make mistakes are not punished and can be willful for the rest of their lives, while people who are right should be bullied and made things difficult for them again and again.
In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.
My uncle's days were pretty much the same. He kept his wife close to him and looked at the pomegranate tree outside every day.
Mrs. Bo does not serve her personally, but is served by the loyal old housekeeper herself.
On this day, my uncle noticed the changes in the pomegranate tree.
The green leaves of the pomegranate tree were all rolled up, looking like they were withered.
The uncle looked at it blankly, his expression becoming miserable.
After a while, he asked the housekeeper beside him, "Is it going to die too?"
The old housekeeper looked at his uncle who looked like a skeleton, neither human nor ghost. He wanted to kneel down and beg him to just go and not suffer any more.
But the words that came out of his mouth were still soft: "It should be because there is little rain. The old slave will ask someone to water it immediately."
Buckets after buckets of water were poured down, but the dead leaves of the pomegranate tree were not relieved.
The uncle looked at it, despairing, and murmured to himself: "Are these just a few days of my life..."
He couldn't close his eyes the whole night, and his mind was sometimes confused and sometimes awake.
His attention was already focused on the pomegranate tree.
Seeing that the pomegranate tree was not relieved and began to lose leaves, he told the housekeeper: "Leave the branches and let it live."
The housekeeper listened to him and broke off some strong branches from the shade of the pomegranate tree and inserted them into the flower pot.
The uncle felt at ease now and stared at the pomegranate branch in the flowerpot, expecting it to take root and sprout.
On this day, when he opened his eyes, he found that there was no one else in the room, only Xi Zhu stood next to the flowerpot.
His eyes suddenly widened, he looked at Xi Zhu and said, "What are you doing?"
His fierce look frightened Xi Zhu: "Ama, son."
The uncle's eyes widened and he scolded: "Tell me, what is that in your hand?"
Xi Zhu lowered his head and glanced at his hand, his eyes wandering a little, and said: "This is a kettle, my son... my son is watering the flowers."
The uncle yelled: "You bastard, you are not watering the flowers, you are burning them, you are going to kill it!"
Xi Zhu's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but hide the kettle behind his back, saying, "I don't have a son, I don't have a son..."
There was such a big movement that the lady in the back room and the housekeeper outside were alerted and came over.
Seeing the housekeeper come in, the uncle hurriedly said: "That water is not right, that water is not right! Go and have a look, that is boiling water!"
After hearing this, the housekeeper looked solemn and stepped forward to take the kettle from Xi Zhu's hand.
Xizhu didn't want to give it to him, so the housekeeper snatched it away.
But when I touched the body of the kettle, I found that the kettle was cold, not boiling water as my uncle had guessed.
But Xi Zhu's appearance, his teeth were chattering, and he obviously looked guilty...
The old housekeeper opened the kettle, looked at the water inside, hesitated, dipped his hand, then put it to his mouth and licked it.
The old housekeeper looked at Xi Zhu and was speechless.
The uncle looked at the old butler and said, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the water?"
The old housekeeper said slowly, "This is a pot of salt water..."
The uncle was so angry that his eyes were red. He pointed at the tin pillar and said, "You are expecting me to die early..."
Xi Zhu couldn't stand still, he knelt down with a pop, and choked with sobs: "Amma, please, don't pass the step-heir... Wuwu... If you pass a younger brother, there will be no place for a son in this family...