In the distant Bourbon dynasty, late at night.

The eight-year-old Louis XIV could already realize the beauty of the woman's body and stared at the waitress's chest for a while.

Of course, he couldn't really do anything, so he could only scoop a large amount of honey into his mouth, and then catch a handful of candies.

"My Majesty, it's time to go and rest..."

"You still know that I am the king, don't care about me!" Louis XIV said, biting the candy in his mouth hard, reaching out to catch a handful of them...

~~

At the same time, it was the beginning of the sky in Shengjing City.

Wang Xiao, who is twice as young as Louis XIV, has started to take care of himself and is holding a bowl of Changbai Lao Ginseng Soup.

Although Wang Xiao didn't want to live for a long time, he also wanted to take care of his body as soon as possible...

After the warm ginseng soup fell to his stomach, he vaguely felt that he had improved a lot in the past two days.

Wu Yunzhu came to sit in front of his couch early again. She cried for a long time last night, but her eyes were still a little swollen at this time, but her expression was already smiling again.

"Tomorrow we will send the late emperor out of the city. Today is the last day. Could you tell me a few more stories?"

Wang Xiao smiled bitterly when he heard this, touched a small wood carving from under the pillow and handed it to her.

"What is this? It's so ugly."

"Barbie doll."

"Eight-armed doll? It obviously doesn't have eight-armed doll."

"You can change it, like this..."

"Wow, this is even uglier."

"There are only a little ugly."

"It's obviously ugly." Wu Yunzhu muttered in a low voice, but his eyes lit up, saying, "I can make a lot of beautiful little clothes for it."

"Then you are so awesome."

Wang Xiao casually said something perfunctory and stood up. Since Wu Yunzhu had seen it, he was too lazy to pretend in front of her, so he took a small dagger and started shaving the stubble.

Wu Yunzhu could naturally hear that he was perfunctory. She didn't feel annoyed, but instead felt novel, because she had never seen such a casual and lazy way of getting along with people.

She sat on Wang Xiao's couch, and paralyzed like her usual appearance, and laughed.

"Of course I'm great."

After a while, she felt that she was not suitable for this, so she got up and stood in front of Wang Xiao. She raised her hand and touched his bleeding upper lip with her fingers, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts a little." Wang Xiao replied casually.

He had suffered various injuries on the battlefield, and he thought about whether it hurts. But since someone asked, it would hurt if he shaves...

~~

Wu Yunzhu made up her mind to let Wang Xiao tell many stories, but she didn't expect that she was very busy today.

From morning on, a royal nanny came to explain to her the etiquette itinerary for tomorrow's funeral.

Wu Yunzhu's mother's name is Aisin Gioro Jilan. Jilan is still stubborn after giving birth, so she sent a confidant maid to take Wu Yunzhu to discuss with the nanny.

"My princess is going to serve the concubine. She shouldn't be in the team of officials, but in the team of royal princess..."

Wang Xiaoshi stood behind Wu Yunzhu. Listening to this, he thought in his heart that he and Wu Yunzhu actually had a deep feud.

——Jilan's grandfather Nikan was intercepted and killed by himself on the way to help Xingjing... Well, I didn't expect Nikan to see that she was still in her prime and her great-granddaughter was so old.

He thought of this, but heard the nanny say, "Dong E is not the biological son of the concubine. He was born to E Shuo's original wife, so it is inappropriate to replace the concubine...."

The maid showed a disgust and smiled apologized: "My little princess is under the concubine's knees, and it is no different from her own child."

Speaking of this, she lowered her voice and said, "It's just a matter of being called a name. Anyway, the genealogy is not recorded. Please let the nanny be content with it."

The nanny knew that Jilan didn't want to lose her qualification for funeral. She had already handled the queen in advance, so she planned to make things easier. So she took out the list and started recording Wu Yunzhu's identity so that she could determine her position.

...

Nurhaci's eldest son Zhu Ying, Zhu Ying's third son Nikan, Nishi's second son Murhu, Murhu's eldest daughter Jilan, Jilan married Dong E Eshuo and was born Wu Yunzhu.

It was just such a simple thing, but the royal nanny kept muttering, and took out several booklets and flipped them out, not knowing what it was.

Just when the few people were drowsy, she suddenly heard her say, "No."

"No! Murhu was deposed last year and his family was demoted."

Jilan's confidant maid changed her face again, and she smiled apologized: "This...with that said, it's all the bloodline of the same clan. The concubine really wants to send this last journey..."

"No, your concubine is so thoughtful. If she hadn't come here in person today, she would have been almost tricked by you."

"The nanny knows it too. In addition to the clan, there are many people who have returned to the ancestral home... I'll ask the nanny to be more comfortable with this matter."

The waitress was prepared for a long time, and as she spoke, she handed over a piece of silver cake.

The maid looked stern, her hands were swaying, and she looked like she couldn't get into the air, and said, "Don't come, I won't eat this set."

As she said, she took out another booklet, dripping and flipped it up, and then said with a stern look: "Dong E... will go outside the palace gate tomorrow to cry..."

The maid looked flustered and said quickly: "Madam is here, I will invite my concubine out."

"No need, the new mother is jealous. She still has to go to another family, Dong E, remember the time when she cried, but she will be punished if she delayed it..."

~~

Wang Xiaoji was speechless.

As a member of the Qing Dynasty, Chu Ying's descendants were an amazing noble in the eyes of ordinary people, but they were obviously an annoying existence in Huang Taiji's eyes.

There are only two words for Murhu's crime - resentment.

Although the word "resentment" is simple, it is just that you always complain, and at the big point it means that you have the intention of rebellion.

Anyway, almost everyone in Chu Ying's lineage has been punished. Murhu was not lucky and lost the title of Duke of the State and was demoted to the royal family.

This time Huang Taiji died, Jilan was still very happy. She thought that after the new emperor ascended the throne, she would have the chance to return to the royal family.

She wanted to attend the funeral of Huang Taiji, not to mourn her relative. She really wanted to find an opportunity to show off and make this happen in advance, and also said that she was still the daughter of the royal family. Although she was just a trip, her life would be very different in the future.

It was just when she was about to give birth, she ran to the funeral and ran into Huang Taiji.

Jilan didn't want to miss this opportunity, so she came up with a way to let Wu Yunzhu go for her.

Before the matter was settled, the servants of the E Shuo family had already started to prepare and were all proud of them.

"Our little princess will go to the funeral of the late emperor by then..."

The discussions of a group of maids reached Qin Xuance's ears, and Wang Xiao was found out again, and Wang Xiao came.

Now that I have arrived, I saw that E Shuo’s wife was willing to do so.

——Ha, this is done...

~~

The main room in the backyard of Dong'e Mansion.

The newborn baby was held in the arms of the nurse and cried loudly.

Jilan had just given birth to her first child, and she was extremely weak, hiding there with a towel on her head. After listening to her confidant's report, she couldn't help but sigh.

"What a human life, if Wen Kumafa had..."

‘Wunkumafa’ was his great-grandfather, referring to Chu Ying. If Chu Ying knew something back then, the throne would not be the turn of Huang Taiji.

It is like this, and Chu Ying's descendants often say it. Of course, they also know that they cannot say this, but whenever there is something unpleasant, they can't help but mention it, which becomes the crime of "resentment".

Fortunately, no one was as knowledgeable as a mother at this time, and there was only a sigh in the room.

Anyway, Jilan really wants to go and see Huang Taiji funeral.

The next moment, the crisp sound of Ulanzhu sounded outside the house.

"My mom, my daughter is here to pay tribute to you."

"Good boy, my mother knows your wishes, so she doesn't have to come in."

"Mom, my daughter wants to go to the funeral of the emperor."

"Silly kid, my mother can't do anything like this. Look at you, you know that you are stupid every day. I asked him to help you find a solution, but he also asked me to avoid getting involved."

As Jilan said, she felt more and more wronged. She had begged Queen Zhezhe a few days ago for this matter, but she didn't expect that the members of the royal family would block them back. Obviously, she had no hope.

But Ulanzhu said again: "My daughter has a way, and she knows who to ask for..."

~~

In the evening, Bumubutai looked at the figure of the little girl who had left the hall, and some thoughts appeared in his eyes.

This matter is actually just a trivial matter, but most officials will only ask the queen Zhezhe, and the queen can only help explain it. As for whether the royal family listens, it is not the queen who can decide.

After all, can a wife who married from Mongolia manage other things and manage the internal affairs of the husband's family and clan?

Zhezhe couldn't control her, but she was different from her Bumubutai. She achieved her own methods.
To be continued...