The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

The fight between Hongqing and Hongzhao this time actually had a reason.

Hong Qing has always been on Hong Hui's side, so he dislikes Hong Yan and Hong Zhao and often speaks provocatively to them.

At the New Year's banquet, he deliberately wanted to anger Hong Zhao and make him look bad in front of the emperor so that he would be scolded.

Unexpectedly, Hong Zhao was so reckless that he actually took action directly.

What was even more unexpected was that Hongqing himself couldn't beat Hongzhao!

Honghui was actually a little angry and embarrassed. He knew that what Hongqing did was wrong, and Hongzhao was his younger brother. It was reasonable for him to side with his younger brother in the mansion.

However, he was also moved by Hongqing's behavior, as he was wholeheartedly devoted to him.

Honghui felt that he was a rare and close friend of his.

I don't want to break off this friendship with him.

Fu Jin was also very troubled when she saw Honghui's stubborn look.

Just as the mother and son were in a stalemate, Yierha walked in with the pair of socks.

She nodded and greeted Honghui first, then handed him the socks. She felt a little embarrassed and her heart was pounding.

"Mother, these are the socks I made by myself. I want to give them to you. Do you like them?"

Fu Jin held the socks in her hand, her heart deeply touched. She looked up and carefully looked at the daughter she had raised.

Yierha is now growing taller and slimmer, and gradually looks like a grown-up girl. She smiles silently, and at first glance, she actually looks a bit like herself when she was young.

Fu Jin knew very well that they had no blood relationship at all, but she had raised her for more than ten years, and the mother-daughter relationship they had was not fake.

She quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, quickly took Yi Erha's hand, and said gently: "Good boy, mother likes it. As long as it is made by you, it is good. Don't worry, mother will definitely wear it and cherish it."

Seeing that Fu Jin's attitude was very kind and her tone did not sound fake, Yi Erha breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she must be truly fond of him.

Honghui next to him was slightly touched, and also a little embarrassed. He hadn't thought of any gift for his mother, and had made her worry and upset these days.

In comparison, I really am not as filial and obedient as my older sister.

Fu Jin did not ignore Honghui either. She called him over and held the child in one hand, with a motherly kindness on her face.

"Mother knows that you all think that mother is not favored and that Qingzhiyuan is so prosperous."

As soon as these words came out, the two children felt a little embarrassed. They looked at each other, not daring to look up or speak.

This kind of thing is not something they can interfere with.

Fu Jin ignored their expressions and continued, "But for mother, none of that matters. Mother only needs to keep her position, her family, and you two children. Honghui, Yierha, you two are everything to mother."

Seeing Fu Jin's heartfelt confession, the two children felt an unspeakable sadness in their hearts, but they became more determined to protect their mother.

No matter what, they will be filial to their mother.

The children's filial piety made the three adults in the Fourth Prince's Mansion feel particularly warm.

But the scene in the Third Prince’s Mansion is completely different.

"Hongqing, why are you being lazy again today? You agreed to pull the bow 100 times? An Da said you only pulled it 80 times and you complained about being tired and in pain. How can a man like you, Baturu of the Qing Dynasty, behave like this?"

The Third Master looked at Hong Qing and felt very disappointed. It is said that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, so why is his son like this?

Does that mean he is destined to be inferior to the fourth brother?

The third master expressed his dissatisfaction.

He had nothing to say about losing to the Prince of Zhi and the Crown Prince, but how come he can't even compare to his younger brother now?

Hongqing stiffened his neck, and although he didn't say anything, his expression showed that he was very unconvinced.

It's like this again, and it's like this again. The Third Master is so angry with him. Every time he teaches him a lesson, he always has this attitude: I just won't listen to you. What can you do to me? Do you really think I won't beat him to death?

"You little brat, even Hong Zhao, who is five or six years younger than you, can knock you down with one punch. You have completely lost my reputation! I don't know where all the food you eat has gone. Did it go into your dog's stomach? You study the Four Books and Five Classics every day, and talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality, but why don't you do something decent? Is this what your mother taught you?"

Hearing the Third Master scolding his mother, Hong Qing couldn't help but sneer and retorted, "Father, how would you know what my mother taught me? How long have you not been to the main courtyard?"

Hearing his son talking about his backyard, the Third Master was furious and yelled, "You read this book in vain. Do you think you can comment on the affairs of your elders?!"

Hong Qing knew that he had said something wrong, but now that he had said this, he would feel really frustrated if he didn't say it out loud.

"Isn't what I said right? How long has it been since you went to the main courtyard to see my mother? How long has it been since we had a meal together? You said you would teach me personally, but every time you examined my books and then disappeared?"

Hong Qing thought to himself, you always say that I am uneducated, but have you fulfilled your responsibilities as a father?

The Third Master was so angry that his face turned pale, his whole body was shaking, and he almost lost his mind.

Good, that’s really good, this is the good son he raised!

The third master casually took an inkstone from the desk and was about to throw it at him, but after thinking about it, he realized that he was his own son, so he gave up. He looked everywhere but couldn't find anything suitable, so he shouted at the eunuch next to him: "Go get me a willow stick!"

The young eunuchs nearby all knelt on the ground and could only listen quietly to the Third Master getting angry and throwing things everywhere.

Hongqing was very conscious and knelt down quickly.

It's just a beating, isn't it? What's the big deal? I'll take it anyway!

The noise made in the study was really too loud.

Dong E from the main courtyard heard the news and hurried over.

Seeing that, the Third Master took off his shoes immediately, and started to beat his son with his boots. The willow branches were rustling as he swung them, and he opened his hands. His son grimaced in pain and kept gasping for air.

She was so angry that her eyes turned red, and she thought to herself that whoever wanted to live this chaotic life could live their own life, but she wouldn't live it!

So in front of all the servants in the yard, she pounced on the Third Master. Although she was a woman with little strength, her nails were long, and she scratched the Third Master's face in one go.

The Third Master felt the pain and let go of Hong Qing, cursing: "You little dog slave! Do you want to die? How dare you hit your Third Master!"

Dong E's face was already covered with tears, she was hysterical: "I know you love Tian, ​​our Hongqing is just a weed, they are a treasure. You made so much trouble today just to make room for them and their son!"