Rong Fei is not honored

What if his mother didn't notice, or even if she did, but already had enough sons to rely on, she simply gave up on Fuwa? By then, even if Fuwa could speak, because he refused to speak, he would be manipulated by those with ulterior motives and become a freak, a stain on the Aisin-Gioro family. Even if he survived, he would only live in the shadows.

Saiyinchahun suddenly felt that he was not that smart. He could not even fully see through the people close to him, and he did not fully understand what was happening around him.

So, is the world in front of him the real world?

Could it be that the person he knew was the person that the other person wanted him to know?

And there is Ama. Saiyin Chahun had previously seen Ama instructing the servants around Fuwa to urge Fuwa to speak more every day. Even when E'niang assigned Fuwa tasks, Ama always supported him.

But in Saiyin Chahun's eyes, Ama had many women and children, and they were just a slightly more important part of them, but in essence they were no different from others.

Saiyinchahun likes his elder brother and his mother, and he knows what Ama means to his mother and elder brother. Saiyinchahun doesn't want them to be sad, but he believes that they are destined to be hurt by Ama one day, so he hates Ama and wants to go against him.

But one must admit that Ama was very kind to them, so kind that even Saiyin Chahun couldn't help but like Ama. And Ama's care for them was much deeper than Saiyin Chahun had imagined.

So, what about Mother? What was Ama like in front of Mother? And what did Ama want him to realize by what he said that day?

Yinfu glanced at his second brother, wondering how his mood changed so quickly. He was so angry just now that he wanted to beat him up.

Yinfu had made up his mind. If his second brother really wanted to beat him, he would run to his mother. If that didn't work, he would run into his eldest brother's arms.

My elder sister is definitely no match for my second brother, even though she wants to protect me. However, my third brother is somewhat useful, as he can act as an obstacle to stop my second brother.

As a result, Yinfu had already planned his escape route, and the anger in his second brother suddenly dissipated. His eyes softened when he looked at him, and if you looked closely, you could see pity in them.

Yinfu almost believed that this was a new trick his second brother came up with for the bowl of longevity noodles, either to please him or to disgust him.

Then, Yinfu watched his second brother's expression become serious and heavy.

Yinfu realized that it was not a new trick, but that his second brother was ill.

Yinfu withdrew his attention and relaxed the tense muscles in his body. He no longer had to run away.

"Afu, are longevity noodles really that delicious? Or..." This was Yinhua, whose curiosity was aroused by Saiyinchahun.

"Yinhua, my father said that the longevity noodles cannot be divided." This was Rongxian who had reflected on himself.

Yinhua kept silent, and Yinfu was unlikely to speak up. It seemed that the topic of longevity noodles had just passed.

However, at lunchtime, the bowl of plain noodles that had been mentioned repeatedly still attracted the attention of all the children, except Yinzhi, of course, who had his own rations and had been taken away to be fed.

The family was used to eating by themselves during meals in Zhongcui Palace. They did not need palace servants to serve the dishes, nor did they need too many palace servants to wait around. Liang Jiugong asked Wei Zhu to take people away, and only Li Ma and Yu Qing were left in the hall among the servants of Zhongcui Palace.

This habit really made some people anxious. It was not the time when the Emperor and Concubine Rong were alone in the inner room, and several princes and princesses were all there. But he had to leave. What if he missed some important information?

Even if the palace door was wide open, the master was inside and he still dared to peek in. This was simply courting death.

However, this was a habit that had been in place for many years, and there was nothing unreasonable about it. If anyone was to blame him, it was because he wasn't the confidant the two masters were used to. Otherwise, he would have been able to stay in the palace and serve like Liang Jiugong and Nanny Li.

Didn’t you see that Deputy Chief Steward Wei Zhu could only guard the palace gate?

This person could only suppress his resentment. There was nothing abnormal between His Majesty and Concubine Rong. From what he had observed since early morning, it seemed that there was indeed a rift between them.

As for whether it was true or false, he had plenty of time to carefully distinguish it, but if he jumped out at this time, it would be useless except exposing his identity.

It only takes the time of a meal. Even if there is a real problem, what can be done?

Even if there really is a problem, what can a few children hide? The servants around them will naturally sense that something is wrong.

He tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart and persuaded himself not to be impulsive.

The family was eating around a table. There were so many people that they sat closer together. But even so, Kangxi was still not satisfied. He moved again and again until his whole body was almost pressed against Ji Nai.

"Your Majesty, how can I eat like this?"

After saying this, Ji Nai noticed the heat in the other's eyes and worried that he would say something inappropriate in front of the children. Ji Nai quickly covered Kangxi's mouth and pleaded, "Please don't say anything."

Kangxi squeezed Ji Nai's hand, smiled and swallowed the words: "Then I will feed you."

Well, his Ji Nai has always been shy, and if he makes too much trouble in front of the children, he will definitely get angry again.

It wasn't like she couldn't move at all, so Ji Nai simply followed Kangxi. She turned to Yinfu and said,

"You definitely can't finish that bowl of longevity noodles, so mother left a short noodle in there. Just eat that one, but remember not to bite it off. It's also for our good intentions."

Yinfu looked at the bowl of longevity noodles that belonged to him, and felt the gazes of his brothers and sisters on him, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He pretended not to notice the others' eagerness and began to enjoy the heart-warming noodles that his mother had made. The short one that his mother had mentioned was placed on the top. Yinfu saw it at a glance, picked it up calmly, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and then...

"How is it? How is it? Is it delicious?" Saiyinchahun was the first to ask impatiently.

Yinfu swallowed the noodles in his mouth, looked up, looked at his anxious second brother, and nodded.

"I knew that the meals and pastries cooked by my mother were so delicious, and the longevity noodles must be the same." Although Saiyin Chahun could not remember the specific taste of the food cooked by his mother, he still remembered that it was delicious.

"Anyway, Ah Fu has already eaten the longevity noodles, so let's divide it, right?" Saiyin Chahun's proposal was unanimously agreed by the children.

Chengrui wanted to stop it, but was warned by Ama's killing look.

Well, it’s okay. Although the longevity noodles made by my mother are not delicious, they are not that bad. Since my father wants to play a trick on my brothers and sisters, let him do it.

Father didn't object, and Mother didn't say anything either. Saiyin Chahun assumed they all agreed and happily divided the noodles. Of course, he also knew to be fair, so he didn't show too much favoritism, but simply put the first chopstick of noodles into his eldest brother's bowl.

Chengrui wanted to say no, but after thinking it over, he decided not to refuse. He hadn't eaten the longevity noodles made by his mother for several years and missed them terribly.

Kangxi watched the children excitedly put the noodles into their mouths, then his face froze and he finally couldn't help laughing.

Saiyinchahun and the others had no idea at this moment that they had all been deceived by their own father.

Limited by the rules and education they learned, they could not spit out what their mother had worked so hard to make, so they could only swallow it with gritted teeth.

In fact, the longevity noodles were not bad, but they had too high expectations for this bowl of noodles, so they were inevitably a little disappointed, especially since there was an unscrupulous old man sitting opposite them laughing at them, which made it even more difficult for them to swallow the food.

Saiyin Chahun didn't want his father to be proud, so he turned around and wanted to complain about his dear elder brother who had turned bad, but he saw that he was eating with relish, and he didn't forget to sigh: "I haven't tasted this flavor for several years."

Well, my eldest brother did not say whether the longevity noodles were delicious or not. Moreover, my eldest brother used to have more food made by my mother, and he remembered it better. It is inevitable that he missed it after a few years.

Is this the taste? No, it’s childhood, it’s memories.