Warm my heart

Their little princess is a shining pearl in the palace. Her two brothers dote on her and will try their best to satisfy her no matter what she wants.

She became the little bully in the family, and her two brothers always rushed to do things for her.

Recently, Yongzheng has been interacting with Zhen Huan more frequently, and he has adopted many of Zhen Huan's suggestions to curb Hua Fei's power and balance the power in the harem.

He intended to let Zhen Huan share some of the power in the palace, but when Yongzheng proposed this idea to Guaerjia Wenyuan, she declined.

She didn't want to be bothered by trivial matters in the palace, and Yongzheng couldn't bear to let her work too hard.

Since the children were born, Yongzheng felt that Guarjia Wenyuan's attention was largely occupied by the children, and she seemed to pay less attention to him.

This made Yongzheng feel a little disappointed.

One day, Guarjia Wenyuan looked at Yongzheng angrily, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone: "Your Majesty, why didn't you go to accompany your Concubine Wan today?"

Yongzheng gently pulled Guaerjia Wenyuan over, held her in his arms, and comforted her gently: "Yuan'er, won't I need her? And won't I be with you all night?" His voice was low and full of love. No matter how many women there were in the harem, she was the only one in his heart.

Guarjia Wenyuan sighed softly, with a hint of teasing in her voice: "Is Concubine Wan the only one Your Majesty can use?

Look at me, I only need to grasp the general direction every day, and they will naturally do the rest after I assign them."

After hearing this, Yongzheng fell into deep thought.

He was indeed tired. He was busy with state affairs every day, and it seemed that he had to take care of everything personally.

He began to think that perhaps he should trust his ministers more and let them take on more responsibilities.

Guarjia Wenyuan continued, "When I read the memorials you reviewed before, they were full of long-winded nonsense. Just reading them gave me a headache, but you had to read them every day. Don't your eyes hurt?"

Yongzheng was amused by her words. He really needed to let his ministers report their work more concisely and clearly so that he could handle government affairs more efficiently.

There are too few military generals as capable as Nian Gengyao in the court now, so he has to rely on him.

He was also working hard to train other generals. In recent years, except for his Jiaojiaoer and second brother, the performance of others was not satisfactory.

Guarjia Wenyuan looked at Yongzheng with sympathy in her eyes: "Your Majesty, you are so pitiful. None of your brothers help you, otherwise you wouldn't be so tired every day."

Yongzheng was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

Although he had a bad relationship with his brothers, if he could make good use of their talents, he might not have had such a hard time.

That way, he can spend more time with his Jiaojiao.

He gently stroked Guarjia Wenyuan's cheek, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes: "Yuan'er, you always wake people up with a word."

Guarjia Wenyuan snuggled in Yongzheng's arms: "Then do you like it?"

Yongzheng laughed loudly: "I like it very much."

As he said this, he carried the person to the bedroom.

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During these three years, the Empress Dowager also talked to the Emperor, but as soon as the Emperor said, "Old Seventeen," she would immediately stop paying attention to him.

Yongzheng considered for three days and made an important decision.

And that night he had a dream, in which he died thirteen years later.

Then the prodigal son Hongli succeeded to the throne and watched the Qing Dynasty go to destruction.

This Qing Dynasty is not his alone.

Each of his brothers has his own strengths, and as long as they are used properly, they can all be his helpers.

He wanted to eliminate all those who were dangerous to the Qing Dynasty.

With the passing of their father, the emperor, the former brothers gathered in the palace again. This was the first time they were all together like this.

The atmosphere in the palace was solemn and tense. Everyone sat together, with different speculations and worries in their hearts.

The eldest prince Yunqi broke the silence, his voice carrying a hint of uneasiness: "Do you know why the fourth prince called us?"

The Third Prince Yunzhi frowned and replied in a deep voice, "I don't know. Are they going to catch us all in one fell swoop?"

There was a hint of fear in his tone. After all, the palace was the center of power and anything could happen.

The fifth brother Yunqi shook his head and tried to remain calm: "It shouldn't be, this is the imperial palace, what dare he do here?" Although he had doubts in his heart, he trusted his brother more.

Everyone was whispering and talking, and everyone was guessing the real intention of Yongzheng summoning them.

Some worried that this was a Hongmen Banquet, while others tried to find a reasonable explanation.

Eighth brother Yunsi watched coldly, a disdainful smile on his lips: "Don't scare yourself, we are the imperial palace, what can he do to us?"

At most, they will be imprisoned again. There was a hint of provocation in his words, but there was deep worry hidden in his eyes.

Fourteenth brother Yunli said nothing, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

Although the emperor was his brother from the same mother, he was still sent to guard the imperial tomb.

Just as everyone was feeling uneasy, Yongzheng's figure appeared at the door of the hall.

His eyes swept over everyone present, making everyone feel an invisible pressure.

When everyone saw the emperor come in, even if they were reluctant, they all knelt and saluted: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. May your Majesty be well and safe."

Emperor Zheng stepped into the hall and waved his hand to signal everyone to be more polite: "Alright, we are all brothers, no need to be so polite."

The tenth brother, Yun?, was a straightforward person. He muttered in a rather naive manner, "I'll tell you after the formalities are completed."

The ninth brother, Yunlu, who was always cautious, whispered a warning: "Tenth brother."

Only then did Lao Shi realize that he had said something wrong and shut his mouth in dissatisfaction.

Yongzheng was not dissatisfied with this. He walked directly to the upper seat and sat down, his expression solemn: "Today, I called all the brothers here because I have something to discuss."

The Thirteenth Prince, Yunxiang, has always been a loyal supporter of Yongzheng, but due to health reasons he rarely appears in public.

He was the first to stand up, his tone firm: "Fourth brother, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

Yongzheng didn't beat around the bush and said directly: "I had a dream a few days ago."

When Old Thirteen heard this, he had an idea. He had also had a dream recently. Could it be that their dreams were related?

He looked at Yongzheng anxiously, his voice trembling: "Fourth brother, what dream?"

Yongzheng said in a deep voice, "I dreamed of my father. He warned me to unite with my brothers and that there are people outside the Qing Dynasty who are eyeing the Qing Dynasty covetously."