bookcurios Chapter 130 Can it be 5 years?
Chapter 130 Can it be 5 years?
The mother and daughter spoke one after another, saying something about marrying the daughter of the future prime minister. Such outrageous tone really stunned Forgon.
The eldest son Zengshou was even more curious.
"Speaking of which, mother and little sister, why does our family marry so many women from wealthy families?"
Tongjia, Niuhulu, Hesheli, Aisin-Gioro, each one is more noble than the other!
He Junyi Erha had no intention of hiding this matter any longer and told his family members the truth.
"Because your little sister is destined to marry into a wealthy family in the future."
"How high must it be to be able to suppress so many powerful sisters-in-law...hiss...ah?!"
As Zengshou spoke, his eyes were filled with panic.
And He Junyi Erha happened to nod, confirming his guess.
"Hmm~"
"So, my dear brothers, keep your mouths shut. Otherwise, before I reach marriage age, I will be beheaded for my arrogance."
"No wonder you are urging us to work harder, little sister." Erdenbu finally got over the stress. It seemed that the feelings that continued on the Mid-Autumn Festival and the lofty ambitions that he talked about were all paving the way for this last thing.
Then he expressed some concerns about marrying a "Tong Jia girl" in his mission.
"How can the Tong family, who are so arrogant, look down on our Dong'e Mansion? Besides, I am only the second son and cannot inherit the title."
He Junyi Erha gave him a reassuring look,
"Just wait and see.
Before winter comes, Tong Guowei will definitely bring a valuable gift to our Dong'e Mansion to express his gratitude."
"Ok??"
Facing the astonishment of Erdenbu and his companions, Peng Chun called a halt.
"Okay, we old men with bad brains should not get involved.
Come to the study and have some serious sand table simulations with Ama!"
Sand table simulation is a game specially designed by He Junyi'erha and Peng Chun to collide their understanding of military affairs.
The model was a map of Tsarist Russia that she had set up long ago. Peng Chun didn't know this and was having a lot of fun playing with the Crown Prince in the palace.
The men in the family naturally knew the fun of this game, and they immediately formed a team. The eldest brother Zengshou grabbed the only think tank in the family, Achuhui, and shouted,
"Here we go! I'm teaming up with my fourth brother today, and we're going to win!"
Facing the confident elder brother, Xiao Wu was unconvinced.
"Hehe, I'm not going out to enjoy the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Big brother, be careful not to capsize in the ditch!"
The men all ran away with a lot of chatter, leaving only Fucha and Hezhun Yierha at the table.
The topic of women naturally started from here.
Fucha smiled and said,
"Stop laughing. You have accepted such an expensive gift from the prince, but have you thought of what to give in return? Do you want mother to help you make some embroidery?"
"No need, what the prince gave to my father was called a reward.
If we send it back, it will be considered as bribery, which will not be good if people tell others about it.
Although what was given to me was called a gift, it was just a ruby and was not precious at all.
Giving gifts like purses or handkerchiefs is too private and frivolous, there is no need for that.
Just make some food, mooncakes, autumn fruit wine, etc."
"This... doesn't look bad, does it?" Fu Cha frowned.
"If you really give it to me, that would be bad, mother.
They are the most noble royal family in the world."
"It's my mother who is thinking the wrong way."
Fucha sighed, stood up and hugged Hezhun Yierha, stroked her hair, and sighed,
"My son has suffered because he has lost weight."
Seeing the pain in Fu Cha's eyes, He Zhun Yi Erha raised his hand and wiped her tightly knitted brows.
"It's okay, mother. This suffering is my own fault."
Seeing the clarity in Hezhun Yierha's eyes, Fucha sighed repeatedly.
"You...I don't know what to say.
Could it be that you really take after your grandfather? You live too soberly. "
How could a family like the Dong'e give birth to a child like Jun Yierha?
Transparent, as if seeing through all things in the mundane world.
Too much wisdom will lead to harm. If a daughter is too smart, her mother may not even understand why she is troubled or bothered.
"Mother, please be more sober in this chaotic world."
"That's how you would describe it."
Finally, Fu Cha looked at He Zhun Yi Erha's delicate little face, sighed again, and then said sternly,
“Although you are very smart, don’t always think about doing everything yourself.
Your mother is not dead yet, she can still walk and lift the whip! Even if she dies, she can die in front of the emperor to avenge my daughter! "
"Mother..."
Before He Zhun Yi Erha could reply, Fu Cha raised her hand to stop her from speaking and continued sadly,
"If you choose this path, you will hardly get peace in your life.
Now that you are still in your boudoir, your mother can only protect you for a few years.
A few days ago, my mother was still counting on her fingers, counting left and right, but just these two hands were more than enough to count.
If the emperor issues an imperial decree, you will be selected as the Crown Princess and stay at home to wait for marriage, and your mother will no longer have the right to teach you.
Five years? Can there be five years, my dear. The days I spend with you are one day less every day I see you..."
Fu Cha's sadness made He Zhun Yierha feel uncomfortable, which was rare for him.
She pursed her lips and said playfully,
"Mother, don't be lazy so early.
In the future, there will be so many daughters-in-law and in-laws, and your daughter is counting on you to manage the relationships.
If these complicated relationships are handled well and in hand, they will be the greatest amulet for my daughter in the future."
"Trickster.
Of course, my mother can handle such a small matter, and she still needs your instructions."
He Junyi'erha had a headache. Although it didn't hurt, she still raised her hands to cover her intelligent head.
"Oh, by the way, mother, have cousin Fucha get rid of the affairs of the Ministry of Internal Affairs as soon as possible. If he has received any bribes in the past, he should count them all and prepare the silver.
The Imperial Household Department is going to explode sooner or later, so we have to distance ourselves from it now."
Fu Cha was used to her daughter changing the subject at times like this, so she nodded.
“Okay, the Fucha family has always been a part-time job and doesn’t expect to get anything from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
After all, that is the territory of their noble Baoyi, and we, the descendants of the Eight Banners, have no chance of getting in.
Don't worry, I'll go back home to visit my parents in a few days and give them some instructions."
"okay.
Also, mother, you don’t need to help me with the clothes for the autumn hunt, the prince has prepared everything.”
Speaking of the future son-in-law giving gifts to her daughter, Fucha became interested.
After all, material things are the proof of a man's love for a woman.
Giving material things may not necessarily mean love, but not even having material things is definitely bullshit.
"really?"
"Yes, she said she had prepared a set of ruby-covered gold-patterned flower hairpins and a daylily-yellow Manchu dress for her daughter."
"Tsk tsk, it's really enviable."
"So even if my daughter suffers, not a bite of it is in vain."
"You..."
There was nothing Fu Cha didn't understand after hearing this. This girl was afraid that she would worry, so she went around in circles and brought the topic back to comfort her in different ways.
"People are as big as little devils."
"Mother is born with good qualities. If she really takes after father, my daughter will at best be a marginalized prince's consort in this life."
"hahahahahahahaha."