But unexpectedly, Concubine Hesheli had just returned to Chuxiu Palace with the young prince.
They were not afraid of death, and relied on their family's cloaking power to finally insert themselves into the outskirts of Cining Palace and serve as spies for the palace sweepers.
A piece of news was spread that made them feel like it was a joke, but it turned out to be the "truth".
"Why did Concubine Hesheli beat up the treacherous slaves because the little prince was mistreated and starved by the daring slaves?"
Some people believe it, some people don't believe it.
"My lord, do you think this news is true or false?"
A young woman dressed as a palace maid looked at the woman kneeling in front of the Bodhisattva, with her eyes closed, softly reciting scriptures, and wearing a plain light blue flag dress embroidered with large lilies, and said.
The woman knelt on the futon and listened to the detailed report from the eldest palace maid.
After thinking for a while, he opened his eyes and stood up slowly, picked up the incense he had on hand, lit it, and put it on the incense burner on the table. Then he bent down and worshiped devoutly, and then said:
"No matter whether it is true or false, isn't the rumor itself true and false so that it can spread more and more widely?"
"What about us?" The eldest maid stepped forward to help her and walked to the table.
"Use our family's power to spread the news in the palace, and then find a way to send a message to my uncle and ask him to contact the lord. I believe he will be very happy to help our noble prince to hold the canonization ceremony in the future.
Before the grand ceremony, let’s make a good show in this capital city.”
"My lord, if this is found out, our life will be even more difficult." The eldest maid was a little worried.
There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of the woman's mouth: "Look, this place is almost becoming a cold palace now. I have nothing to worry about. I can't. All the good things in this world have been taken over by that bitch of the Hesheli family."
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"My lord, why are you doing this? They have already gone." The eldest maid said helplessly.
"So what if she's gone? Isn't her son still doing well and being pampered in the palace?"
Hearing what her confidant maid said, the woman was a little excited. She reached out angrily and brushed the food off the table.
The eldest palace maid was so frightened that she quickly knelt down to apologize, and at the same time skillfully reached out to clean up a piece of vegetable soup mixed with pieces of porcelain that had been spilled on the ground.
Seeing the cups and plates scattered all over the floor, the woman couldn't help but cover her face and cry sadly.
She wanted it so much, so much.
But this devouring palace is now a place that cannot accommodate a prince!
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"Master, the hot meal is here," Bai Lu said, panting from running, carrying the dinner and stepping into the room.
Following closely behind him was He Zhuer, who was carrying the little prince's rice paste.
The latter tried their best to catch up, but could not surpass the former.
He Zhuer, as the most capable eunuch manager around the young prince, lost!
Hearing the noise, Qingyan and the little prince, who were waiting for their meal, moved in unison, like copying and pasting, and turned their heads to look at the two "food and clothing parents" who ran in like they were running in a race.
"Bai Lu, don't be so anxious that you spill my braised pork."
Qingyan stood up as she spoke and put Yinreng on the high stool next to her.
Then he reached out and took the mahogany lacquer box held by Bai Lu with his left hand, and took the huanghuali wooden box held by He Zhuer with his right hand.
He Zhuer couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw Qingyan moving casually as if she had nothing in her hands.
It is true that like a master, like a servant!
Bai Lu was walking in front carrying a mahogany lacquer box that was slightly larger than him, and her small steps were faster than his.
Although I had seen Qingyan kicking Grandma Gu with great strength in the morning, I saw her using her two slender arms, one in each hand, to effortlessly lift a three-layer lunch box that was almost half the size of her body.
, I still feel shocked!
Facts have proved that it was He Zhuer who was so rubbish.
He couldn't help but think: Wow, oh, what if one day the little prince doesn't want him anymore because he thinks he's weak and can't compare to his beautiful aunt!
Then the proud disciple of his dignified Manager Liang would have to be "unemployed" in this huge Forbidden City.
Damn it, the "unemployed eunuch" is so miserable!
I don't know what kind of tragic and bloody scene He Zhuer imagined in his mind, and his face turned pale for a moment.
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Bai Lu knew that her master didn't like to be served by others when eating, so she dismissed the other maids and eunuchs, stepped forward to help Qingyan, and placed the meals in the two lunch boxes on the table one by one.
From the corner of his eye, he saw He Zhuer standing blankly next to him, as if he had suffered a huge blow, and couldn't help but curl his lips in disgust.
The servants around the little prince really have no eyesight and no physical strength.
Because of what happened in the morning, most of the servants around His Royal Highness were sent to the Criminal Division for interrogation by the Queen Mother.
Where has He Zhu'er, who usually serves as the chief eunuch around Yin Reng, ever gone to the imperial kitchen to pick up food?
If it weren't for the shortage of manpower today, He Zhuer would usually just give orders by voice.
Unexpectedly, this was the first time I worked with Bai Lu, and I was rejected by Bai Lu.
Bai Lu grew up with her master in Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing since she was a child. There were few servants around to take care of Hesheli Qingyan.
Bai Lu is responsible for a lot of menial work alone. Not only has she gained a lot of strength, but she is also in good health and has flexible hands and feet.
They are better than most of the maids and eunuchs in this palace!
Today, if she hadn't seen that He Zhuer really couldn't hold it, she wouldn't have asked the kitchen chefs to put some of the little prince's food into the master's mahogany lacquer box.
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Yinreng's big eyes followed the movements of Qingyan and Bailu, and he couldn't help but habitually put the little index finger of his right hand into his mouth and sucked.
In fact, he used a lot of pastries in Cining Palace, and his stomach is full now.
But he knew that if he didn't eat more this time, he would have to wait until tomorrow to eat, and he would be hungry again when he went to bed at night.
He was a little puzzled and turned his head as if he was looking for someone.
He Zhu'er, who struggled out of his own thoughts, noticed Yin Reng's movements.
He coughed twice and moved forward to help set the meal.
"Your Highness, you see, this slave has sent you a lot of meat and fresh milk this time!"
Qingyan turned her head and saw that Yinreng's eyes lit up for a moment. He glanced at the table with his little head, then turned his little head away without interest and looked around.
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Qingyan followed Yinreng's line of sight and looked around, realizing that he was probably looking for Sui Lan and Grandma Gu.
After all, they are considered familiar people to the little prince.
She couldn't help but sigh with regret.
Children's eyes are so innocent, and the world is simple and sincere. How can they understand the entanglements between adults for their own interests?
After all the food was put away, Qingyan took the small silver basin brought by Bai Lu, first took Yinreng's hand that was like a small meat bun, washed it carefully, and then washed her own hands.
He took the apricot-yellow triangle scarf handed over by He Zhuer, tied it dexterously around Yinreng's neck, and tied a beautiful bow at the back.
"I know that Your Highness may not be very hungry now, but we still need to eat a little bit. After Your Highness has finished his meal, can I tell you a story?"
Qingyan smiled and pulled the small scarf on Yinreng's chest and said.
Listen to the story!
Yinreng's auspicious eyes couldn't help but widen, and he nodded his little head happily.
"Baocheng, likes to hear stories. Khan Ama, stupid, only knows how to read."
Qingyan was amused by the helpless expression on the little prince's face.
I couldn't help but let out a prairie dog scream in my heart, this is the "dream love cub" that the apocalyptic nursery wants to raise!
"Khan Ama, you're still young and strong, I'll beat you to ensure your success, butt."
"Hui (non) wants, feed the paste, hurt, Baocheng, mouth."
"Uku Ma, Ma, said, Khan Ama, it is not reliable."
"..."
After the little prince said his first sentence, it was as if he turned on the switch to complain about his own sweat.
Sentence after sentence, he kept talking.
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Looking at the master and servant Qingyan who were smiling happily.
He Zhuer, who was standing nearby, couldn't help curling up her toes in her shoes in embarrassment.
Seeing that his beautiful aunt liked to listen to him talking, the little prince became even more excited with a full stomach and no appetite, and his little mouth started to speak even more: "Khan Ama, I still love you, beautiful, beautiful."
"Yes, he is the emperor after all. It is normal to like beauties."
Qingyan answered smoothly.
After saying this, Qingyan couldn't help but curse in her heart, "Kangxi, the big pig's hoof, has so many women in the harem that he is famous in the annals of history!"
But he is so careless that even his son, who is less than two years old, knows about his lustful habits!
Yinreng shook his little head: "No, Mei Yin, oh, Khan Ama, love, shine, mirror, count, mom."
"Also, in the middle of the night, the gray one hugs Baocheng and sleeps."
"Also, pee and wet your moisturizing pants."
"..."
As Yinreng spoke, he waved his two little arms. When he got excited and angry, he even raised his two short legs to show Qingyan. He was very busy.
Qingyan couldn't help but support him. There was no barrier around this stool.
She couldn't help but recall in her mind the appearance of a safe dining table for babies in the apocalypse, and felt that it was necessary to make a mobility scooter for Yinreng.
No matter what age, a little boy’s love for cars should be engraved in his bones, right?
His vivid expression and fierce tone made everyone in the audience believe that he was telling the truth!
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Qingyan originally just wanted to divert Yinreng's attention from looking for the nanny for dinner, so she suggested telling a story.
Unexpectedly, this little living treasure, talking and talking, almost wiped out Kangxi in private.
What a filial son! Qingyan laughed so much that her stomach ached.
She knew that Emperor Kangxi in history had some small pockmarks on his face due to his experience of contracting smallpox as a child.
When she saw him at Cining Palace yesterday, she saw that he indeed had a few shallow pockmarks as big as sesame seeds on both sides of his nose.
Because Kangxi was of mixed Manchu and Han descent, his appearance was quite good to be honest, and his nose bridge was also very high.
Those tiny pits have a negligible impact on his appearance. If you don't look carefully, no one will notice it at all.
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But in the words of the little prince, it turned out that his father, who loves to be stinky, counts the pockmarks in front of the mirror.