My father is Yongzheng, and I am Qianlong?

Chapter 127 Emperor Yongzheng was pleasantly surprised by Hongli's vision.

Seeing how nervous Nara Minxuan was, Hongli took a sip of tea, stood up, and walked outside.

"Cousin, keep writing. You don't need to come and serve me. Finish your lyrics first, and then bring them to me to see later."

"Farewell, Fourth Master."

Nara Minxuan frowned, turned around and replied, wanting to slap herself for speaking insincerely.

"Fourth Master!"

Haitang then quickly walked up to Hongli and bowed.

at the same time……

She glanced anxiously at Nara Minxuan.

Nara Minxuan then looked at Hongli, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly.

Before Hongli could even offer to excuse Haitang from the formalities, she finally spoke:
"Has Fourth Master ever written any lyrics?"

"Get up."

Hongli replied to Haitang first.

then……

Hongli then turned to look at Nara Minxuan and casually said, "I have written about it."

Haitang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of joy that her younger sister had finally grown up.

But Nara Minxuan fell silent again.

Haitang winked at Nara Minxuan again.

Nara Minxuan's mind went blank, and she was so anxious that her toes almost poked through the soles of her embroidered shoes.

But with Haitang pressing her from the side, she gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and spoke up again, "Cousin, could you let me take a look?"

"Of course! Come to my study."

Hongli smiled and went to his study.

Haitang had already appeared in the study sometime earlier, spread out paper, placed a paperweight on top, and prepared the ink.

Upon seeing this, Hongli smiled slightly and began to write on the slightly white paper with ink.

"To the Tune of 'Dian Jiang Chun' - Late Spring"

When Nara Minxuan saw the poems, she didn't need anyone to rush her; she took the initiative to recite them.

"Green grass, mud melts, swallows chatter, spring breeze is soft."

"The bees searched everywhere, but the peach blossoms were only faintly visible across the water."

"Alone I lean on the railing, the wind billowing my silk robes."

"Endless sorrow, scattered evening clouds, no swallows to be seen returning in spring."

Hongli had read many poems before.

Ironically, after transmigrating, he could remember everything he had ever read.

Therefore, he brought out the poem by He Shuangqing, a female poet of the Qing Dynasty, which expressed her loneliness and sorrow.

He believed that Nara Min-hsuan, being a woman herself and also fond of such delicate language, would likely like it.

Nara Minxuan really likes it!

Moreover, she did not doubt that it was not made by Hongli.

Because, throughout history, there have been many men who have written graceful poems, poems of lamentation in boudoirs, and even erotic poems for courtesans.

However, this suddenly evoked a sense of resonance in Nara Minxuan that she had never felt before.

She discovered that this Fourth Master, like herself, had also felt melancholy due to loneliness being away from home.

The more Nara Minxuan thought about how this Fourth Master before her had once left his parents and spent some time alone in Changchun Garden, the more empathetic she felt towards him. She thought to herself:

"Fourth Master must have been just as nervous as I was, not knowing how to face his father, right?"

"Fourth Master's writing is truly excellent!"

"This servant is increasingly afraid to show my work to my cousin."

Nara Minxuan seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, and once again took the initiative to speak to Hongli, her face beaming with smiles.

Hongli replied with a smile, "Cousin, there's no need to belittle yourself."

"Fourth Master, may I have this poem as a gift?"

“I want to take it back and memorize it so I can recite it when I’m feeling down.”

Nara Minxuan then blinked her big eyes again and spoke to Hongli once more, even making a request.

Hongli nodded and personally handed the paper with the written lyrics to Nara Minxuan.

"Thank you, Fourth Master!"

Nara Minxuan was overjoyed.

Her rosy cheeks bloomed like flowers, and she took Hongli's poem back, holding it to her budding breasts, looking at it again and again.

Seeing that Haitang was also smiling, Hongli looked at her and said, "Hey, don't be so obvious about your happiness!"

"Aren't you thinking right now that it's been a long time since you've seen your daughter laugh like that?"

Hongli also asked Haitang a question.

Haitang quickly stopped smiling, blushed, and lowered her head to admit her guilt: "Fourth Master, please calm down, this servant, this servant."

"Okay! No need to explain, I understand!"

"But you're not allowed to secretly put my hand down at night!"

After speaking with a smile, Hongli gave Haitang a serious instruction.

Then he sat down again and instructed Haitang, "Bring me the math and physics curriculum that I haven't finished compiling!"

"Whoo!"

Haitang responded with red eyes.

Fucha Yuyan and Nian Yirou stood there the whole time.

After a while, Nian Yirou whispered to Fucha Yuyan, "The lyrics are indeed good!"

Fucha Yuyan nodded.

When there are other people around, she is as quiet as a cat in front of Hongli, and she doesn't even make a sound when she walks.

When Nara Minxuan returned and served Hongli, the poem he had just written reappeared in his mind.

Emperor Hongli even thought of the author, He Shuangqing, because of this.

As far as he knew, He Shuangqing came from a farming family. Because her uncle was the private tutor in the neighborhood, she was able to learn knowledge from him at the private school from a young age, and she also learned to write and compose poems.

only!

He Shuangqing's fate was tragic. After her parents died, her second uncle exploited her and sold her to a gambling scoundrel as his wife.

He Shuangqing was frequently subjected to domestic violence by her husband.

Her mother-in-law was even more vicious and often abused her, causing her to die at the young age of twenty.

As a result, the poems she wrote after marriage were all filled with sorrow and bitterness, unlike the fresh and elegant poems she wrote before marriage.

He vaguely remembered that He Shuangqing should be nine or ten years old now, and still a few years away from being married off and sold. Hongli thought that he couldn't just take someone else's work for free and use it as a tool to get closer to the Empress's relatives.

One should use one's power to exert some influence on their life and change their destiny.

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long; it gets dark very quickly.

Hongli had a late snack, drank a bowl of milk, and read for a while before resting with Haitang.

Silent all night.

Haitang didn't quietly put his hand down again, but couldn't help but steal a glance at Hongli's lower body in the morning.

The next morning.

Hongli had just arrived at the main hall of the front courtyard of Yongshou Palace, preparing to pay his respects to the Empress, when Chen Shishun came out and said to him, "Fourth Prince, this servant has important business to discuss with you."

"What is it, Old Chen?"

Hongli then walked to the open space behind the main hall and asked him about it.

Chen Shishun replied, "Yesterday, Xiao Wuzi, who serves Consort Rong, came to tell me that Prince Cheng blamed Prince Yi for being heartless in front of Consort Rong because of Prince Yi's imprisonment of his eldest son. He even said some very harsh things, and Consort Rong couldn't persuade him to stop!"

Chen Shishun then handed the note to Hongli: "This is the content of the insult. This servant is not comfortable reading it. Fourth Master, please read it yourself. This servant dares not slander the imperial family. I am telling you now in order to fulfill my duty. I will obey all orders from Fourth Master. If Fourth Master wants this servant to testify, and this servant denies it, I am willing to be executed!"

Hongli nodded: "You did a great job!"

In this regard.

After receiving the note, Hongli went to the front of the main hall again.

When Hongli saw the Empress, he found that she was in a very good mood, which he knew was related to Nara Minxuan's good performance the day before.

The Empress must have already learned of this through her spies among the ordinary palace maids and eunuchs she had planted in the backyard of Yongshou Palace.

Before he became emperor, it was inevitable that he would be under human surveillance.

Hongli could understand this, because if it were him, he would also install more surveillance.

Whether they are friend or foe, the more you care about someone, the closer you should keep an eye on them.

However, Hongli had to admit that his efforts in getting Nala Minxuan to agree were worthwhile; otherwise, he wouldn't have known through Chen Shishun that the third prince, Yunzhi, had been scolding the thirteenth prince at his home.

After paying his respects to the Empress, Hongli went to the Maoqin Hall to prepare for a lecture by Master Zhu.

Before Zhu Shi arrived, Hongli chatted with his study companion Fu Peng: "Has your cousin written to you recently?"

Fu Peng shook his head: "Not yet."

Because he was interested in Cao Xueqin, Hongli asked Fu Peng, Cao Xueqin's cousin, to show him the letters that Cao Xueqin had written to him, under the pretext of checking Cao Xueqin's handwriting.

Therefore, Hongli then asked whether Cao Xueqin had written to Fu Peng.

"Speaking of which, I recently came across some calligraphy written by a little girl, and I found that her small regular script was excellent."

“But this girl comes from a poor family, and I’m afraid she won’t be able to keep learning to write. Tell your father to tell the Cao family to send someone to Jintan to look for her and see if she exists.”

"This person's name is He Shuangqing. She is about the same age as your cousin. She lives in the countryside. She has an uncle who works at a private school."

"If you can help raise this person after you find her, that would be best. Ideally, you should send her to the capital to be raised by your mother and teach her to write poetry. She will be of great use to me in the future!"

Hongli was indeed of great use; he couldn't possibly rely solely on the poems in his mind to deal with people who needed to be dealt with using poetry.

Like this situation where we need to deal with Nara Minxuan, there will definitely be more like this in the future.

"If we can't bring her to the capital, we should try our best to help her and prevent her from being bullied. In any case, we should tell the Cao family to be careful in their approach and not to force them to do anything against their will."

"If you do this well, I will remember your kindness in the future."

"Don't tell anyone, or you know what will happen."

"Don't worry, Tangmafa!"

Hongli remembered that He Shuangqing was not only skilled in poetry but also in calligraphy, so he made an excuse that he had seen her calligraphy. He also believed that with the power of the Cao family in Jiangnan, they would not be unable to help even He Shuangqing.

Fu Peng was somewhat surprised, thinking to himself how good the girl's handwriting must be to have caught the attention of the Fourth Prince, who lived deep within the inner palace.

But for Fupeng, this is a good thing!
The Pingjun Prince's Mansion and his maternal clan, the Cao family, were more than eager for this opportunity to curry favor with the Fourth Prince and keep his secrets.

So Fu Peng readily agreed.

Hongli smiled slightly, secretly thinking that he hadn't helped the Cao family in vain.

That evening, after learning of this from Fu Peng, Prince Narsu of Ping County was extremely excited:
"I'll write you a letter myself, and I'll make sure your uncle does this properly. If he can't even pay off his debts, then even a god can't save his family!"

Nearly a month later, Cao Fu received the letter and immediately summoned his steward, Ding Hanchen: "Put down everything you are doing and go to Jintan in person to pay a visit to the magistrate of Jintan County and ask him to find a girl named He Shuangqing as soon as possible."

"I wonder, sir, what brings you to this girl?"

"Forget it, I'll take Li Gui with me. If anyone asks, just say I went to inquire about the price of raw silk."

Cao Fu left Jiangning overnight, and on the boat to Jintan, he excitedly rubbed his hands together, saying, "It is a blessing for the Cao family to be able to work for Fourth Master! There can be no mistakes!"

Half a month later, when He Shuangqing had just finished writing a piece of calligraphy at the private school, he looked up and saw his uncle walking towards him with a group of officials.

"This is your niece, He Shuangqing?"

"Exactly!"

"Indeed, he has an extraordinary face and demeanor, the air of a noble person! How fortunate our county is to have produced such a person!"

……

……

Let’s get back to the topic.

Meanwhile, after instructing Fu Peng, Hongli went to Yongzheng that very evening to report that the Third Prince had scolded the Thirteenth Prince in front of Consort Rong at home.

After Hongli reported this, Yongzheng's face turned icy.

He couldn't help but suspect that Hongli might have some private grudge against the third prince, or that he might have been instigated by the thirteenth prince, or that Hongshi might have been instigated by the eighth prince to deliberately speak ill of the third prince in front of him.

After all, Hongshi had just complained to him once.

Now, Hongli has come to him again to complain.

This made Emperor Yongzheng, who was already sensitive to people reporting on him, more suspicious and wary.

Therefore, Yongzheng asked Hongli in a cold voice: "Why did you tell your father about this?"

"Your subject would like to ask Father, when will the conflict among the Eight Banners imperial family and nobles be resolved?"

"Will the conflicts between brothers and nephews in the royal family be passed down to the next generation and become even more serious?"

"Currently, the gentry group that emerged from the imperial examination system is growing larger and larger, and many Manchus are also transforming into the gentry group through the imperial examination!"

"Will this ever-growing gentry group exploit the infighting and growing hatred among the Eight Banners imperial nobles to divide and weaken them, causing the Qing Dynasty's military and imperial power to collapse, and in the future, repeat the old Ming Dynasty scenario of gentry factions controlling the court?"

Hongli was not nervous about this; he calmly and earnestly explained his concerns to Yongzheng.

Because Hongli knew that Yongzheng, as a wise ruler, would not truly want to see his son use imperial power to suppress dissidents and disregard the overall situation for his own power.

Therefore, he did not actually use this opportunity to ask Yongzheng to do anything to the third prince; he merely used this matter to express his concerns from the perspective of the Qing Dynasty's national stability.

At the same time, Hongli was also indirectly expressing his hope that Yongzheng could crack down on these members of the royal family who lacked a sense of the big picture as soon as possible, so that he would not have to continue cracking down on them after he became emperor, thus exacerbating the infighting within the royal family.

Yongzheng nodded with a smile, his suspicions vanishing.

Even something as trivial as the third prince secretly criticizing the thirteenth prince elicited such a grand perspective from Hongli.

This greatly pleased Emperor Yongzheng!

He began to feel in his heart that it was truly worthwhile to entrust the Qing dynasty to such a son! And it was truly worthwhile for him to give everything for such a son!

(End of this chapter)