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Chapter five hundred and twentieth IX competition

Hongxin stroked the book in front of him.

This collection of books has a long history, the editions are cherished, and the paper and ink are extremely exquisite. The contents described are mostly from all over the world, but the calligraphy and ink are rarely used to entertain people.

Beside many of the yellowed pages, you can still faintly see the annotations written by Huang Ama.

This alone is very rare.

Hongxin read silently.



In Chengqian Palace, the sunlight is like water, flowing peacefully and warmly day by day.

The seventh elder brother can already call me Niang and pronounce some simple monosyllable words.

He is not like other children who, after learning a few words, will repeatedly pronounce only the sounds of those words.

The seventh brother has a bit of an exploratory spirit. Once he can say a certain word or phrase, he will immediately follow others to learn it. He will repeat what others say with his big tongue.

The third princess held him in her arms all day long, taught him how to speak, and kept petting his head. She almost regarded the seventh prince as a real-life doll.

Ji Ling smiled when he saw it.

Sometimes, she would tease her daughter and ask: "When Hongxin was little, I didn't like you so much. Why are you so interested in your seventh brother?"

The third princess replied without hesitation: "Because the seventh brother is so good-looking!"

Ji Ling:...Poof!

"Well..." The seventh elder brother lay in his sister's arms. I don't know if he understood this sentence. He made a sound that sounded like a protest and a grievance. His long eyelashes were warm and his white and waxy little

Flapping his face back and forth.

The third princess likes the seventh elder brother, but the seventh elder brother likes the sixth elder brother the most - every time she sees brother Hongxin coming back, she will stretch out her hand on the small bed and say "ah, ah!" anxiously to her brother.

It means that Brother Hongxin wants to hug him.

The third princess looked on very jealously.

Hongxin came over every time, picked up his little brother and bumped him in his arms a few times.

Just a few times like this can often make the seventh prince scream with joy, not to mention how happy he is!

In addition to her academic studies, Hongxin's bow and horse skills have not fallen behind all day long. Although her arms look thin, they are actually very strong. She hugged Brother Seventh for a while, feeling relaxed and without any soreness in her hands.

Originally, the wet nurse and grandma were nearby and said they wanted to hold my brother for a while, but Hongxin refused.

Can you let go? Brother Seventh's two little hands were holding his neck desperately as if holding a life-saving straw. He turned around from time to time and stared at the wet nurse and nanny who were about to come over with vigilant eyes.

Hongxin couldn't laugh or cry.

He lowered his head and looked at this little bun, which was full of milk fragrance, moving back and forth in his arms. After all, they were brothers of flesh and blood, connected by blood.

Hongxin suddenly felt a sense of responsibility as an older brother.

The elder sister will eventually get married. The mother will not be young forever and will always be in her prime - he has to grow up as soon as possible to protect his mother, his sister and his younger brother.

Ji Ling looked at his two sons in front of him - the older one holding the younger one.

They are all her sons.

These are all the new lives she brought into this world.

The third princess came over, held the little brother's two chubby legs, and gave her a playful slap.

Sure enough, the seventh elder brother was so angry that he didn't even look at her. His face was facing the sixth elder brother, his butt was pointed at the third princess, and he kicked his short legs as hard as he could.

The third princess burst into laughter.

Then she kissed the furry back of her baby brother's head hard.

This warm and affectionate picture actually made Ji Ling's eyes heat up slightly, and the happiness and satisfaction in her heart almost overflowed.

In fact, she sometimes felt that compared to Hongxin, the third princess looked more like a child younger than her actual age, both in her way of thinking and in her behavior.

And her Hongxin seems to have gone to the other extreme - skipping the child stage and becoming a little adult.

Ji Ling sometimes feels that Hongxin is like a time traveler.

After coaxing the seventh brother, Hongxin returned the large doll to the third princess and glanced at E Niang.

Ji Ling understood that his son had something to say to him.

The mother and son walked to another small Buddhist hall in the back hall. As expected, Hongxin began to tell her about the current situation in the Shangshu room, as well as what happened when he met the emperor Ama in the Yangxin Hall and his fourth brother Hongli on weekdays.

Various responses.

These words are too long to talk about.

Ji Ling pulled him to sit down. Mother and son, each with a futon, sat cross-legged opposite each other and talked.

Hongxin spoke clearly and concisely, not a single sentence was nonsense, everything was clearly explained, and the logical context was also very clear.

Ji Ling listened and occasionally interrupted to ask questions; Hongxin paused and answered.

Then go on.

One speaks seriously and the other listens carefully.

Ji Ling would help him analyze it from time to time.

"My son always remembers E Niang's instructions - to be sincere and filial to his parents, E Niang, please rest assured." Hongxin said to her.

I know that Huang Ama hates recruiting party members, making friends with foreign ministers, and plotting against the crown prince.

But is it possible not to make any friends at all?

Can everything in this world really be so clearly distinguished?

The fourth brother Hongli was secretly so excited that he almost went to heaven. This time when the fourth sister-in-law Fucha became pregnant, the fourth brother became even more secretly energetic.

Hongxin is young now - he still has a child's skin covering his body.

But the eyes of the court officials were already glaring at him, and they did not hide their burning eyes.

Who doesn’t want to bet!

What next?

Hongxin will not always be young.

He is no more than a few years old!

One day, he will formally stand opposite his fourth brother!

In other words, it already is.

From the time when the emperor continued to reward him, from the time when the emperor further promoted Eniang to the title of imperial concubine and pampered him in the harem, it was already the case!

Hongxin clenched his fists slightly.

Then think about those few words I heard, and think about the tragedy of the Kangxi Dynasty's nine sons fighting for the right to inherit the throne.

Even Huang Ama back then, didn't she appear to have no intention of seizing the heir, but secretly exerted her power?

How did he get the throne - could it be that he really relied on his infatuation with poetry and calligraphy and his latent cultivation of Buddhism to reach the throne?

Hongxin thought quietly.

In those days, having many brothers in the palace was not as simple as it is now. When nine sons competed for the rightful son, it was naturally tragic.

But just because there are many people, there is only one throne. Everyone seems to have hope, but the hope that everyone receives is not great.

Apportioned in this way, the anxiety and pressure in everyone's heart is actually less than the current situation.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Huang Ama has given up on the fifth brother. The seventh brother is still too young and it is clear that he will be a rich prince in the future.

The battle for the crown prince will only be a simple and crude choice between two options.

This is like holding the dice of fate in a person's hand. Losing and winning, success and failure are all 50% probability.

Stimulating or not?

Hongxin swallowed silently, and the boy's blood boiled again.

Even though he is still a little boy, he is still a man.

That is in the veins, every prince's desire to have power and dominate the world.

It's the instinctive and competitive heart for that position of being the ninth-five-year-old.


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