The first month of the eighth year of Yongzheng's reign was extremely cold, but Yongzheng still made time to attend the eighth prince's ceremony.
The red charcoal in Yikun Palace is burning brightly, and the lights in the palace are brilliant. The huge rosewood round table is covered with bright red brocade, and the brocade is filled with various exquisite small objects - pens, inks, papers, inkstones, swords, bows and arrows, and seals.
, wishful thinking, jade pendants, and even abacus, coins, toys, cakes, flowers, sachets, rouge, hairpin rings and other gadgets with not so good meaning.
Therefore, in order to avoid embarrassment, young children are usually taught repeatedly in advance, and they secretly use some small thoughts on the items to catch Zhou Zhou - such as making those items with good intentions more colorful, such as those small swords, bows and arrows with piercings on their heads.
The red ribbon is very eye-catching, the brush is made of red, the ink ingot is red ink, the seal is made of bright yellow Tianhuang stone, Ruyi is made of red gold, and the jade pendant is made of Hetian ruby...
On the contrary, those silk flowers that should be beautiful, the sachets are dull and inconspicuous.
These little thoughts are actually nothing.
Amid the anticipation of everyone, the nanny took out the fat and fat Eighth Prince. He was wearing a bright red Baifu jacket and a big red melon-skin cap with golden cloud patterns on his head. He looked like a round red envelope, which was very pleasing to the eye.
.It’s just that this child seemed a little shy. There were so many people here today, and he couldn’t help but shrink his neck. When he saw Concubine Dun, he immediately stretched his short body and leaned into Concubine Dun’s arms.
Ning Guiren, who was standing next to Concubine Xi, saw her eyes reddening and almost shed tears.
Concubine Dun chuckled and said, "You silly monkey, you're acting up again! Why don't you go and arrest Zhou?"
The eighth prince twisted his little body in Concubine Dun's arms, humming and not knowing what to say in baby words.
Shu Jin secretly thought, a one-year-old child should be able to call me Niang, right? Is the eighth prince too afraid of birth today?
Concubine Dun had no choice but to be patient, pointed to the big round table in front of her, and said softly: "Go quickly, grab whoever you like."
The eighth prince just said "Hmm". Seeing this, the nanny hurriedly picked up the eighth prince from Princess Atsushi's arms, walked a few steps to the big round table, and hugged the eighth prince in a circle - according to the rules, he should walk slowly
After going around for a week, the nanny stopped in front of the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and gently raised his little hand, urging in a low voice: "Brother, grab it quickly."
The eighth prince glanced at it with dark eyes, obviously not interested in these things.
The nanny paused for a long time, and then she had no choice but to continue walking forward. When she came to the sword, bow and arrow, she stopped again.
But the eighth prince yawned, looking bored.
Concubine Dun couldn't help but feel a little anxious, but she could only say to the emperor with a smile on her face: "Fuyi may be tired today."
Yongzheng's expression was originally quite peaceful, but upon hearing these words, his expression changed, "Fu Yi?!"
Concubine Dun smiled coquettishly: "It was my concubine who gave the eighth prince his nickname."
Shu Jin secretly thought that she seemed to be one of the three blessed sons of Xiao Nian Gao in history. Although she did not remember how many years she lived, she died young. No wonder Yong Zheng suddenly changed his face.
Concubine Dun also immediately noticed that the emperor's expression was not good, and she hurriedly said timidly: "Is there anything wrong with the nickname given by my concubine?"
When Concubine Xi saw this, she smiled and said: "Like Princess Fuyou, the intention is good. It's just that Concubine Dun is a little impatient. No matter what the name is, she should wait for the emperor to decide and give her a name."
The phrase "like a blessed princess" is implicitly accusing someone of poor fortune.
Concubine Dun was secretly annoyed, but she had no choice but to stand up quickly and kneel to the emperor: "I don't have any other intentions, I'm just kind-hearted."
Yong Zheng waved his hand and said, "The eighth elder brother's name should be Hong Chao." - Does this mean the nickname given by Nian?
Although Concubine Dun was not very satisfied with this name, she thought that the names of the previous brothers were not much better - the words "good" have been used by others for a long time. This Chao... there is nothing wrong with it.
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Concubine Dun quickly knelt down again and said, "I would like to express my gratitude to the emperor for the eighth prince's name."
Concubine Mao smiled and said: "Chao is a good word, Cong Ri Cong Zhao."
Concubine Dun quickly returned the smile.
At this time, under the urging of the nanny, Brother Eight finally stretched out his short, fat hand and grabbed the small red gold Ruyi tied with a red ribbon.
Ruyi is undoubtedly a good sign.
Concubine Dun breathed a sigh of relief, and even Ning Guiren beside Concubine Xi was slightly relieved.
When the nanny saw this, she stopped carrying the Eighth Prince towards the abacus and flowers, and hurriedly carried her back to the Emperor, saying, "Congratulations to the Emperor, Congratulations to the Empress, the Eighth Prince has captured Ruyi, and he will definitely be healthy and happy in the future.
Everything goes well!”
Yongzheng finally smiled and said, "This son is indeed blessed."
Concubine Dun smiled brightly and hurriedly stretched out her arms. Hong Chao, the eighth prince, also threw himself into Concubine Dun's arms like a baby swallow. He also thrust a heavy little Ruyi into Concubine Dun's hands.
Concubine Dun was startled at first, then smiled sweetly: "Hongchao is really filial, E Niang has always loved you in vain!"
Such a scene really hurt Ning Guiren, the biological mother.
The eighth prince chuckled, and acted coyly and coquettishly in Concubine Dun's arms, all in a show of intimacy.
The Eighth Prince was born fair, plump and lovely, and he was a first-class lovable man. Even Yongzheng couldn't help but smile a little more. He said to Concubine Dun: "Hongchao is destined to be with you."
Concubine Dun smiled sweetly, "Without the emperor's grace, how could I have such a fate?"
Ning Guiren bit her lip, her heart hurting so much that she almost shed tears. Hong Chao... was her child! This mother-child fate should have been hers!!
Seeing this, Concubine Xi raised her eyebrows and glanced at Ning Guiren, indicating that she could speak out.
Ning Guiren gritted his teeth, stood up suddenly, and knelt down towards the emperor with a bang, "Your Majesty, I know that I have made mistakes and am not worthy of raising the eighth prince. Now that the eighth prince is healthy and happy, I am very happy.
, I am also very grateful to Concubine Dun."
As he said that, Ning Guiren raised his face with a smile but tears in it, looking very charming.
Concubine Dun frowned, immediately knowing that Ning Guiren was going to seize the opportunity to seize the son, and she was busy thinking about how to deal with it.
Ning Guiren's tears fell in pairs, "I don't dare to expect to be able to raise the eighth prince myself, but I hope... to be able to see the eighth prince once in a while - even if it's just once a month."
As he said this, Ning Guiren kowtowed deeply, his eyes full of pleading.
Just asking to meet once a month is really not too much to ask.
Coupled with Ning Guiren's current appearance and such a charming appearance, Yongzheng, who always liked this the most, couldn't help but feel a little moved. He turned to look at Concubine Dun, "What do you think, Concubine Dun?"
Concubine Dun had already gritted her teeth with hatred. She took a deep breath and hurriedly handed Hong Chao to the nanny to hold. She stood up and bent her knees towards the emperor, "Everything I have now is a gift from the emperor. Your Majesty.
If you want to take it back, of course I will have no problem with it."
Yong Zheng frowned: "Since I gave you the gift of raising Hong Chao, how can you regret it?"
Concubine Dun's eyes turned red, with a look of deep grievance, "Ning Guiren is the eighth prince's biological mother, and I am just an adoptive mother. The adoptive mother can't bear to part with the child, so just take her!"