Outside the window of the bedroom, Mrs. Juechan stood holding Xianghe's hand. She heard that Concubine Wen had fallen and was injured and wanted to come to see her. When she walked under the window, she heard such words. She would inevitably feel that Concubine Wen was pitiful if she tried to save others by herself. She was a lover.
The word is so heavy that she can no longer talk about love in this life, but she still regards love as the most beautiful existence in the world. Although she hopes that Concubine Wen can fall in love with her, but as smart as she is, how can she not know that love in the deep palace is not easy?
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"Master, let's..."
"Go back. Your Majesty must not want to see anyone right now. We didn't hear anything about what you just said."
Jue Chan led Xianghe back. She was now in her confinement period. Although her body that gained weight during pregnancy was slowly losing weight, it was no longer as thin and slender as before. She was neither more nor less plump.
With her figure and her beautiful face, she is really beautiful enough to stand out among all the beauties in this palace. However, she doesn't care about it and is willing to live in the side hall of Xianfu Palace. She actually has nothing to do with the eighth prince.
Emotionally, I even felt that he was Concubine Wen's child, as if he wanted to commemorate her lost love with cold-blooded ruthlessness.
Back in the side hall, Mrs. Juechan sat back on the Kang and embroidered her purse. Needlework was the only thing she could do to pass the time now. As for reading and writing, she was with Rongruo at that time. Without Rongruo, she could hold the pen.
There is no point in holding a book.
Xianghe came in and out, and soon he brought in a handful of pear blossoms and said with a smile: "This is a gift from Chengqian Palace. Master, do you want to keep it in the house?"
"Take that plain white amphora and give me a pair of big scissors." Juechan became interested. When the fragrant lotus was ready, he carefully tended the flower branches. With a clicking sound, a vase of pear blossoms appeared, standing gracefully and fragrantly.
He praised, "Master can also arrange flowers. What you do is so beautiful."
"I don't know much about it. I think it's the same as embroidery and tailoring. Everyone's gestures are different." Jue Chan sat aside and admired the flowers quietly, and his memory slowly drifted back to the past.
Startled at dawn, protecting spring sleep, extraordinarily carefree and only feeling sorry for herself. Saying that the wind is good, the green window comes to play the strings. On days when the pear blossoms are like snow, she will definitely be with Rong Ruo, writing poems under the willows in front of the flowers.
, and now I recall it bit by bit, for fear that as time goes by, I will forget the beauty of the past.
"I heard that pear blossoms are common in all the palaces. Do you think there will be one in Yikun Palace? If the concubine Yi is so ill, does she still have the heart to appreciate the flowers?" Xianghe said rather gloating about the misfortune, "So,
God has eyes, and things in this world do not go unnoticed before the time comes."
Xianghe's words were naturally scolded by Jue Chan for not talking too much, but her words may not be unreasonable. The once glorious Yikun Palace has now fallen into such a state. When Queen Niu Hulu was still Zhao Fei, she also lingered on her sick bed.
, it seems that the women who live here have to go through ups and downs. Now the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and the concubine is like a flower, but she is silent on her sick bed and does not leave the house.
At this time, the pear blossoms rewarded by Qian Palace were also sent to Yikun Palace. Taohong took them and thanked the master, but the master didn't like it, so he asked the palace maid to put them elsewhere. When she came back, Yibin drank the medicine and was right.
I was resting my mind. When I saw her coming back, I asked, "What are the people from Chengqian Palace doing here?"
Taohong responded: "The Qian Palace has given me pear blossoms for you to enjoy. I heard that Concubine Wen went there to cut flower branches and fell. So Concubine Wen came to enjoy the flowers and said rudely, please don't worry about her."
The pear blossom won’t hurt a few more people.”
"Concubine Tong is very happy." Yi Bi said, but after saying a few words, she felt her throat was itchy and coughed violently for a while before she recovered. She leaned softly on the big pillow and said with tears in her eyes, "
Is this disease of mine incurable? I take so many medicines every day, but there is no improvement."
"Master, please be at ease. The imperial doctor said that after typhoid fever, you will inevitably have coughing and asthma, and it will take a month or two. You have to be patient. Isn't it much better these days than before?" Taohong twisted a handkerchief to wipe her and comforted her.
He said, "There are catkins flying outside, so we might as well not go out."
Yi Bin sighed, rubbed her forehead and said, "Thankfully Long Live Lord still cares about me, otherwise my heart would be cold."
Speaking of which, Taohong was worried before. She was worried that the emperor would ignore everything that happened in Yikun Palace after returning to the palace. If he didn't care about Guo Guiren's death, but if he ignored Yibin's serious illness, his master would definitely do it.
It was heartbreaking, but fortunately the emperor sent someone to inquire about his condition the day after he came back, and also sent a lot of things brought back from outside. Because of this, the master's illness improved quickly. It turned out that the illness was caused by the heart.
"On spring days, people should come to my place to gather, but now it has become an unlucky place." Yibin sighed, opened her eyes and looked around the room again, "What kind of flowers do we have here?
What a waste of money to give away? They should forget my sister, but don’t want them to forget me too."
Taohong advised her: "Guo Guoren has not passed away for seventy-seven years. She is from our Yikun Palace and is still your biological sister. I feel that others may not appreciate the things you kindly give away. You can take care of your health first and wait until you are well."
Now, Guo Guiren’s birthday has passed. Wouldn’t it be nice for you to visit the palaces and courtyards in person?”
"Yes, it's too late for them to hide from us now." Yi Bin felt uncomfortable thinking about her sister's death. She was not grieving for the deceased, but because she didn't know how she, a living person, would live in the future. She thought that the emperor would
When she came back, she really wanted to forget her, but she was sent to ask her for help. Sometimes she was sick and the emperor could not come to the house in person. At least she finally encountered something that made her feel relieved. She was fully looking forward to reviving the Yikun Palace after recovering from the illness.
scenery.
At this time, the maid from the kitchen came. Taohong went to the door to listen for a few words, and then came back and asked Yibin: "The dry food sent by Concubine Rong this morning has been soaked. Do you want to make soup or porridge?"
Yi Bin had always lost her appetite and said lazily: "Let's make some soup and drink it like medicine. I really don't want to eat."
Taohong went to give instructions again, and when she came back she said: "These days, Concubine Rong is still thinking about it and brings some things from time to time. Our Yikun Palace is not short of food and drink, but it is her intention."
Yi Bin sneered: "Whether it's your heart or your scheming, who knows, just remember this for me, I will return the favor in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little eunuch in front of the door came in again. Taohong went to support him. When he came back, he held a food box, opened a can of soup inside, and said with a smile: "The imperial meal of Qianqing Palace was rewarded. The little eunuch who sent it said that Long live the Lord."
If so, I remember that you sent soup every day last summer, and asked you to take good care of yourself. This summer, the emperor is still waiting for the soup you sent."
The concubine's eyes turned red at the right words, as if she was moved. She watched the peach red soup being served in front of her, and then swallowed it in one gulp. She couldn't help but burst into tears and sobbed: "The soup I gave you last year is also my sister's.
My idea, now that the emperor says this, I feel guilty and panicked."
Taohong had nothing to say anymore. It was neither good nor bad for her superiors to care about her now, and it was not good for her to not care. She could only wait for her master to recover from his illness and let her figure out what she should fight for and grab.
In the next few days, Qianqing Palace still rewarded Yikun Palace with soup every day. It was obvious to all that the emperor favored Yibi in the Sixth Palace, and he lamented that she still had the divine favor on her sick bed. I don’t know what she would be like when she recovered from her illness in the future. However, in the wonderful spring of March, there were many illnesses and injuries in the palace. The emperor had just returned from moving the tombs of the two queens. Except for the Chengqian Palace, he did not get close to women, and it seemed that he had given up this warm and charming life in vain. Spring.
In the blink of an eye, in April, the injury on Lan Qi's knee had long since healed, and she was still serving at Cining Palace every day. The Empress Dowager relied on her very much, although her discipline was very strict, just like she once taught the young children. Xuan Ye, but he loved Lan Qi the most in his heart. He didn't have many rules when it came to talking, and he was as close as ancestors and grandchildren.
Aunt Sumala also has free time and does not have to be around all the time. Many things are left to Lan Qi to take care of. Now De'an is like the top leader in Cining Palace. Everyone is muttering behind her back. Fortunately, she has not gotten involved in the affairs of the Sixth Palace. Otherwise, no one in this palace would be able to restrain her.
In the first ten days of the month, Horqin's guests from afar finally arrived in Beijing. The emperor was happy for Grandma Bo and held a big banquet to entertain the princes and nobles. All the guests who came were the fresh blood of the Borjigit family of Horqin. The young princes and princesses, too. Although the Empress Dowager didn't quite recognize them, they were blood relatives. At her age, she would never go back to the grassland. She was particularly happy to smell the breath of the grassland on the children.
It had been so lively and lively for several days, but the old man didn't feel tired. There were more Mongolian women in the palace. They were dressed in different clothes and shuttled between the palaces, which gave them a unique scene. However, when the concubines gathered together, they focused on the man from the grassland. Princesses, ever since they heard that the emperor had issued an order to invite them, the women began to wonder whether the emperor should invite some more Mongolian princesses into the palace.
At that time, Concubine Hui died early, and there were no more Mongolian concubines in the palace. The most numerous concubines in the palace during the reign of the late emperor were Mongolian concubines. The Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager were both from Horqin. This lineage of relatives was strong and close, so even if As the year approaches, it’s time for new people to come in.
Looking at the young princesses who accompanied us on this trip, most of them were fourteen or fifteen years old. Although they were young, they were old enough to enter the palace. From the moment they came into the sight of the women, they became the talk of the concubines after dinner. They said they were good-looking. Speaking of his wild temper, for more than half a month, at the end of April, the emperor only married one of the girls to be Prince An's daughter-in-law. As for whether he himself would be included in the palace, there was no sign of it. Put an end to these rumors.
That day, Xuan Ye was resting in Yonghe Palace. When the night was quiet, Huan Chun came in to change the candles. She saw the emperor and his master standing at the table writing together, whispering together. She smiled happily and quickly left. But as soon as she walked out of the door, Hearing the master calling for someone inside, he came in and asked what was going on. He said that the emperor was hungry and wanted to have a midnight snack.
Huan Chun hurriedly went to discuss the situation. The two of them put down their pens. Lan Qi brought water for Xuan Ye to wash his hands, but was hurriedly sprinkled with water on his face. She narrowed her eyes and said angrily: "This matter is left to ordinary people." At home, if the mistress meets a tigress, she will definitely put a basin of water on my husband's head."
"Nonsense, do you dare to say this in front of the Imperial Grandmother?" Xuan Ye scolded her, but he was in a very good mood. He held up the words written by the two of them and said, "You can teach me, you are getting better and better at this word."
From the looks of it, I thought you were wasting all these things now that you are serving the imperial grandmother and taking care of Yinzuo."
"The emperor taught me, how dare I waste my concubine? I don't want to be scolded." Lan Qi smiled and washed her hands. She came over to read the words together, but the emperor said, "It's a pity that my cousins...
Even Manchu and Chinese can’t be spoken well, so why don’t they teach it now?”
Lan Qi didn't understand for a moment, so she thought for a while, got excited, curled her lips and asked, "Is it possible that the emperor wants to admit someone to the palace?"