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Chapter 194: Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace, Gao Jiyue (59)

"Fourth brother, don't you like it?"

Prince Yi came forward holding his little family member.

He sat carefree beside the dragon couch, face to face with the emperor at close range.

"Yeah, I like him. I can tell at first glance that he's a good kid."

Yongzheng looked at the little guy and said meaningfully: "I hope this child will not disappoint my Thirteenth Brother."

"Don't worry, Fourth Brother."

Prince Yi responded softly, "This minister will not do anything reckless."

"I understand."

Yongzheng smiled.

Not too worried.

He knew clearly that his Thirteenth Brother was no longer the kind-hearted Thirteenth Master as before.

In recent years, he has become a qualified minister of military affairs.

When it comes to using force, he will be as hard as iron and won't give face to anyone.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on the child in front of him again.

The little guy just gave him an innocent smile.

For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity.

As he spent more time with the child, this familiar feeling lingered in his heart.

As his spirit became weaker and weaker.

Prince Yi could only stand up and say goodbye.

"Fourth brother, you should have a good rest."

Prince Yi stood up and said, "I will come to accompany you tomorrow."

"Need not."

Yongzheng panted slightly, "Just help me keep an eye on them."

"Brother Chen understands."

Prince Yi's eyes flickered for a moment, and he added, "Fourth brother has something to tell me, please send someone to find me."

"it is good."

"I'm leaving now!"

"Go!"

"Yes!"

Prince Yi stared at the person on the dragon couch again.

Carrying the little one, walk out.

It was just right that Xiaoliu could keep looking at the person lying on the dragon couch.

For some reason, he seemed to be losing his mind.

He blurted out to the person on the dragon couch, "Emperor, Father..."

This voice came.

The drowsy emperor suddenly opened his eyes and looked over.

"Fourth brother, Xiaoliu called the wrong name."

Prince Yi stopped and explained with a smile, "He probably wanted to call Huang Mafa, but accidentally called Huang Ama."

'Emperor Father!'

The little guy's childish voice echoed in his mind, and Yongzheng's consciousness began to rise and fall.

Before I knew it, there seemed to be a picture of strange lights and colors.

Su Peisheng found that his master had fallen asleep again.

He took this opportunity to take a nap.

……

Neither the uncle nor the nephew sitting in the sedan chair spoke a word.

Until they got on the carriage, isolated from everyone.

Prince Yi couldn't help but rubbed his head fiercely, and scolded with a smile: "You kid, you scared me a lot."

"Uncle, I miss you, Ama."

Xiaoliu was a little depressed, "He, is not, he, is, me, wanting to shout."

"I understand."

Prince Yi changed his action of rubbing his little head to stroking it, "This is also the reason why I brought you to meet him.

I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

"Ok!"

"Okay, go to sleep."

Prince Yi saw that he was listless and had no energy, so he whispered, "You've worked hard for most of the day, go to sleep, I will carry you back."

"Thank you, uncle!"

"You little brat, today is an exception. Next time you should call me King Thirteen Mafa."

"In private, call me uncle!"

"what ever!"

……

Return to Prince Bao’s Mansion.

Hongli, who had just returned from his business trip, waited for a long time.

At first glance, I saw Prince Yi holding the child.

"Uncle Thirteen!"

Hongli shouted as he went forward to take the sleeping child, "Thank you for your hard work."

"What's the hard work?"

Prince Yi responded in a deep voice, “Xiao Liu is your father’s youngest grandson.

He should be allowed to see the child.

You should go to the palace early tomorrow to serve, and I will leave the task to the people below.

There were a lot of memorials piled up in the Grand Council.

Tomorrow you should read the memorial carefully and don't run around."

"Uncle Thirteen, I understand."

Hongli immediately agreed, "Starting tomorrow, I will stay in the Yangxin Palace."

"give it to you."

Prince Yi patted him on the shoulder and turned away.

Hongli quickly said, "Take care, Uncle Thirteen."

"okay."

Prince Yi waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and carry Xiaoliu in. Don't let him get cold."

"it is good."

Hongli watched him leave.

Carrying the child, I went straight to Yanfeiyuan.

Talked to Li Siqi for a while.

He went to the front yard.

When he saw the four-year-old Second Prince, he said to his wife Fu Cha Langya, "Help Yonglian prepare some things tomorrow.

This prince will take him to the palace to visit the emperor."

"Okay, Master!"

Fu Cha Langya finally smiled, "Yong Lian is very well behaved and will not cause any trouble."

"What trouble can it be?"

Hongli couldn't help but look at him, "Father, can you still argue with your own grandson?"

"Your Majesty is right."

Fu Cha Langya's smile was a little hard to maintain.

I was expecting to see Gao Xiyue make a fool of herself, but I didn't expect that the emperor wouldn't care about the child's disrespect.

Think about the Sixth Prince, a baby who is not even one year old.

How could the emperor possibly care about a baby?

Considering that the emperor did not give any rewards to the Sixth Prince, it is clear that he is not special in the emperor's heart.

Fu Cha Langya understood all this and smiled more gently, "Prince, will only Yonglian be allowed to enter the palace tomorrow?"

"Yonghuang will follow."

Hongli thought for a moment and then said, "He is already six years old, and the Emperor has seen him.

Since Yonglian is going, he has no choice but to go.

Yongzhang, Yongcheng and Yongqi should not go."

Hearing this, Fu Cha Langya's smile faded a little.

The couple talked for a while.

Hongli rested in the main courtyard.

……

The Hall of Nourishing Heart!

The emperor suddenly opened his eyes. He was originally drowsy but now he was extremely clear-headed.

He couldn't help but mutter, "Hong Zhao!"

"emperor!"

Upon hearing this, Su Peisheng hurried forward.

But I was filled with doubts.

Who is Hong Zhao?

It seems that there is no one named Hong Zhao.

The emperor ordered: "Su Peisheng, tell Xia to harvest!"

"Whoo!"

Su Peisheng went out quickly.

In fact, Xia Qi was guarding in the side hall.

Waiting to be summoned at any time.

So he appeared before the emperor as quickly as possible.

"master!"

"Go to Prince Bao's mansion."

There was a strange light in the emperor's eyes. "Don't alarm anyone. Bring Gao Jia back."

"Whoo!"

Xia Qian responded.

His figure quickly disappeared in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The emperor looked at the curtain and murmured to himself, "Is it you?

It shouldn’t be you…”

He thought about the two Ans.

The An in his memory, and the An who disappeared in his harem.

In my memory, An lived a good life and she had little interaction with Zhen Huan.

An, a concubine in his harem, defected to Zhen Huan and was used by the Queen to deal with Zhen Huan.

Zhen Huan did not let him go, and even when she became pregnant, she refused to give birth to the child.

She herself had been dead for several years.

At that time, Gao had already been married to Hongli, and was definitely not the same person as An.

Why did An in our memory give birth to Hong Zhao?

Moreover, Hong Zhao was the heir trained by himself and his thirteenth brother.

The Xiaoliu who called himself Emperor Father was the Hongzhao in his memory.

This shows that Hong Zhao was reincarnated here with his memories.

Gao Jia is most likely the An in his memory.

Two different worlds.

So many people and things are so coincidentally similar.

The emperor, who should have been critically ill, was in high spirits at this moment, which was obviously a little abnormal.

Time flies.

Not too slow.

After Li Siqi woke up in the Yangxin Palace.

I was shocked by this familiar yet unfamiliar environment.

When she met the emperor's eyes again, she completely understood what was going on.

I cursed the unreliable little pot madly in my heart.