After being angered by Xiao Niu Hulu in the early morning, even after a whole day, the anger in Kangxi's heart still had not been completely vented.
After approving the last memorial on the imperial case, he raised his hand and put the top-quality wolf hair stained with cinnabar back on the sapphire pen holder. Then he glanced out of the glass window on the east wall and found that the sunset had already set.
The sky was already a little dim, so he withdrew his sight, closed his eyes, stretched out his right hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and asked Liang Jiugong, who was standing at the door of the royal study, without raising his head:
"What time is it now, Liang Jiugong? Have Baocheng and Yaya not come back yet?"
Liang Jiugong knew that the emperor was in a bad mood today, so he kept his spirits up while on duty, and his reactions were a bit more alert and quicker than usual. As soon as Kangxi finished speaking, he quickly took a look at the gilded robe about a person's height placed in the corner.
The golden pavilion-style self-ringing bell leaned down respectfully and said:
"If we go back to the emperor, it will be the end of Youshi in half an hour."
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must be thinking about Princess Kejing's crying in the morning just like you, so he took He Zhuer to Chuxiu Palace directly after school. The fourth princess has not returned from the imperial concubine yet."
What Kangxi was most afraid of was that what happened in the morning would affect the relationship between the two children. Now that he heard that his precious son went to find his sister as soon as school was over, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief with some relief. He opened a pair of slender red eyes and leaned on the armchair.
He turned the jade ring in his hand on his back and said coldly with a stern look:
"Baocheng obviously sincerely regards Yaya as his biological sister, and those sewer bugs who dare to instigate their brother-sister relationship in private will not be able to dispel my hatred even if they are executed late!"
When Liang Jiugong heard this, he buried his head even lower. He already knew that those palace men were executed by the people of the Shenxing Department with the smallest knife dipped in strong wine, one by one. This kind of
Even the tragic death method could not make the emperor calm down, which is enough to show how much this matter touched the emperor's back.
He caught a glimpse of the three golden hands on the glass surface of the chime clock, rotating minute by minute like ants crawling. He felt a little depressed in his heart. He always felt that time was passing too slowly today. He
I wish I could slip into the days when the Emperor is in a bright mood in the blink of an eye. It is really painful to stand on tenterhooks and endure the Emperor's low pressure. I am really afraid that I will be accidentally affected by the Emperor's anger and be burned to ashes.
Just when Liang Jiugong was thinking about how he should persuade the emperor to find a place to relax for a while after he was finished with his affairs, he heard Kangxi getting up from his armchair. He hurriedly raised his eyes and saw the emperor straightening his sleeves, and then
Walking down the steps step by step, I dropped this sentence when passing him:
"Let's go, go to your Master Jing's place and bring them back."
When Liang Jiugong heard this, he felt happy and nodded quickly, thinking that Chuxiu Palace was a pure land in the harem. Every time the emperor came back from the imperial concubine, he would be in a good mood.
Now he finally no longer had to wait carefully here alone. He hurriedly opened the cotton curtain for the emperor, and followed him out of the imperial study, picking up a dim ram's horn palace lantern from the little eunuch guarding outside.
He hurriedly opened his legs and followed Kangxi's footsteps.
It was still very cold in the first month of the year. After Kangxi came out of the warm imperial study, a gust of cold wind blew in his face, which instantly sobered up his slightly dazed mind.
He was wondering in his mind how to coax his little girl if she was still crying and fussing like she did in the morning and unwilling to go to the Cining Palace of Queen Mother, because Kangxi usually went to the West Sixth Palace on weekdays.
He was used to walking through the west door, so as soon as he came to the front yard, he subconsciously walked towards the west door.
Liang Jiugong, who was following behind him, saw this and wanted to shout, "Your Majesty, why don't we go through the east side door now?" However, he thought that the only concubine in the palace was to accommodate the emperor. How could the emperor go all the way for a concubine?
Thinking of this, he simply remained silent and didn't mention the east side door again. He honestly followed Kangxi out of the west side door and walked straight to Chuxiu Palace along the north-south palace road.
However, the three palaces of Yongshou, Yikun, and Chuxiu are close to each other. Even if Kangxi was angry with Concubine Wen again, he would not like to see Xiao Niu Hulu, but as long as he came out of the west door, he would inevitably see the first palace.
that is
Concubine Wen’s Yongshou Palace.
Liang Jiugong, who was following quickly with a ram's horn palace lantern, saw the emperor striding ahead and suddenly stopped on the bluestone palace road. His heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the emperor turning his head and staring intently.
At the gate of Yongshou Palace, Liang Jiugong looked sideways without knowing why, wondering what else the emperor wanted to do.
The dim light of the Yangjiao palace lantern shines on the five-clawed golden dragon embroidered with gold thread, making the bright yellow dragon robe on Kangxi's body flicker.
Behind his hands, he squinted at the two red lanterns hung at the entrance of Yongshou Palace during the Lantern Festival, thinking that his little girl, who was in her early three years, was standing in his current position and heard those heartbreaking and sowing discords.
As a result of the rumors, a lot of the anger in his heart calmed down. It was like pouring a basin of hot oil on it in an instant, and it suddenly shot up nearly three feet. Kangxi took a deep breath, and then stretched out his right hand casually.
He pointed to a young eunuch who was kneeling on the right side of the palace road with his head bowed and said in a low voice:
"Go and pick off those two red lanterns for me immediately. Since Concubine Wen has fainted in the morning and has fetal convulsions, for the sake of the safety of the emperor's heir, let her stay in uterine confinement and have the baby until when the baby is born.
Come out again anytime."
"Yes, yes, I obey the order. I will move the ladder now."
How could the little eunuch, who was just an ordinary servant in a blue cloth robe, imagine that one day he would be able to talk to the emperor? He got up from the ground with joy, bowed and nodded, and accepted the job.
After Kangxi finished these words, he threw up his sleeves and headed north again without taking another look at Yongshou Palace.
Liang Jiugong took the time to take a look at the two dazzling red lanterns, and couldn't help but feel a bit of toothache. The emperor had such a temperament that "if you love, you want to live, if you hate, you want to die"!
The first lunar month has not yet passed, and the Lantern Festival has just passed for three days. Festive red lanterns are hung everywhere in the Forbidden City, and even the entrance of Xinzheku is decorated with lanterns. Nowadays, it is the only one in the huge Forbidden City.
The red lanterns in the Duyongshou Palace were taken off by the emperor's order. This was really not going to save the little Niu Hulu family at all.
And there are still nearly five months until Concubine Wen's due date, right? Hiss! The palace was sealed for half a year, and when Xiao Niu Hulu gave birth, there would probably be a few more pregnant concubines in the harem.
Even if Xiao Niu Hulu really gave birth to a noble little brother, just from the treatment he received in the palace for nearly half a year, the concubines in the palace and the ministers outside the palace could clearly see that the emperor had a concern for Concubine Wen's child.
How unhappy.
Presumably, even if this young brother's mother clan is powerful, the Niu Hulu clan, one of the five founding ministers, is not likely to pose a threat to the status of His Highness the Crown Prince in the future.
Where did the emperor pick the red lantern from Yongshou Palace? He clearly extinguished Concubine Wen's red lantern from his heart! Just like when Hui Concubine had a hand in the prince's rumors, the emperor did it for the sake of the eldest brother's face.
Nala was conferred as a concubine, but Hui's green card has never been turned over since that incident.
Today's Concubine Wen is afraid that she will follow in the footsteps of Hui Concubine. Even after the complete victory of San Francisco, the emperor raised Concubine Wen's status by one level in order to favor the Niu Hulu family, but this person is not
I want to have a little bit more pampering, but it’s really a pity to lose my flowering period at such a young age...
Behind him, the confidant eunuch was running barrages one by one in his mind. If Kangxi had the ability to listen to people's voices, he would know that Liang Jiugong had almost figured out what was in his mind.
When he reached the corner of the palace road, he rushed directly to the Chuxiu Palace in the west without stopping for a moment.
When the two young eunuchs guarding the door saw the emperor suddenly coming, they were about to raise their voices to announce the news, but Kangxi raised his hand to stop him.
When the two young eunuchs saw the emperor and Manager Liang crossing the threshold, they strode towards the main hall.
The two looked at each other, and the young eunuch standing on the left who was faster quickly took off and ran towards Beiwusuo in the east.
Kangxi thought that Qingyan, his two sons, and his youngest daughter were all in the main hall, so he walked up the steps and opened the cotton curtain and prepared to go in. However, he never expected that what greeted him was not his beloved concubine and his lively and intelligent children, but
There was a strong pungent smell and smoke filled, empty hall.
Kangxi might as well take that stock again
The smell was fragrant and stinky, but there was also a faint sweet smell that breathed into my nose. I choked and sneezed repeatedly, shed tears, and almost rose to the sky. Liang Jiugong, who was following closely behind, could not escape this.
The indescribable smell invaded, and the choking master and servant quickly opened the cotton curtain and took several steps back in an orderly manner.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Could it be that little Hershey/the imperial concubine secretly developed poison | gas bombs?
He Zhu'er, who was guarding the west side hall, heard the movement in the main hall and ran over to take a look. When he saw the embarrassment of the emperor and his master, he was so frightened that his whole body was frightened and he quickly knelt down with a "plop".
, shouted at the top of his lungs:
"This slave sends greetings to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."
Yinreng and Xiaosi, who were sitting in the west side hall looking at each other with their hands on their chins in distress, heard He Zhuer's shout outside and were so shocked that they immediately stood up from the carved chairs.
Xiaosi, whose eyes were red from the smoke, with tears on his face, and a triangular golden sweat scarf covering his nose, became anxious in an instant. He stretched out his hand and pulled Yinreng beside him, who was dressed in the same style, and said with some fear and tears:
"Brother Prince, what should we do? Our mother hasn't come back yet, why did Ama Khan come here? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, will he spank us again?"
Yinreng looked at several almost empty glass jars placed on the huanghuali wood table not far away, and felt that one was as big as two, and he didn't know what to say.
Before they could organize their words in their minds, the tall and menacing figure of their Khan Ama appeared at the door of the side hall.
"Ah! Brother Prince, run quickly! Khan Ama has turned into a dragon again, his eyes are burning, and he is going to beat the child."
Xiaosi, who was about to turn four years old in three months, saw Kangxi with a dark handsome face as if someone was trying to steal his kingdom. He thought of how he had been teased by Kangxi with the salty milk-flavored steamed bun skewers.
Ma's painful experience of ruthlessly turning her little body over and pressing her on her thighs and spanking her with a "slap" made her eyes even redder with fear. She quickly grabbed Yinreng's arm and tried to run into the inner room.
The smell was fragrant and stinky, but there was also a faint sweet smell that breathed into my nose. I choked and sneezed repeatedly, shed tears, and almost rose to the sky. Liang Jiugong, who was following closely behind, could not escape this.
The indescribable smell invaded, and the choking master and servant quickly opened the cotton curtain and took several steps back in an orderly manner.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Could it be that little Hershey/the imperial concubine secretly developed poison | gas bombs?
He Zhu'er, who was guarding the west side hall, heard the movement in the main hall and ran over to take a look. When he saw the embarrassment of the emperor and his master, he was so frightened that his whole body was frightened and he quickly knelt down with a "plop".
, shouted at the top of his lungs:
"This slave sends greetings to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."
Yinreng and Xiaosi, who were sitting in the west side hall looking at each other with their hands on their chins in distress, heard He Zhuer's shout outside and were so shocked that they immediately stood up from the carved chairs.
Xiaosi, whose eyes were red from the smoke, with tears on his face, and a triangular golden sweat scarf covering his nose, became anxious in an instant. He stretched out his hand and pulled Yinreng beside him, who was dressed in the same style, and said with some fear and tears:
"Brother Prince, what should we do? Our mother hasn't come back yet, why did Ama Khan come here? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, will he spank us again?"
Yinreng looked at several almost empty glass jars placed on the huanghuali wood table not far away, and felt that one was as big as two, and he didn't know what to say.
Before they could organize their words in their minds, the tall and menacing figure of their Khan Ama appeared at the door of the side hall.
"Ah! Brother Prince, run quickly! Khan Ama has turned into a dragon again, his eyes are burning, and he is going to beat the child."
Xiaosi, who was about to turn four years old in three months, saw Kangxi with a dark handsome face as if someone was trying to steal his kingdom. He thought of how he had been teased by Kangxi with the salty milk-flavored steamed bun skewers.
Ma's painful experience of ruthlessly turning her little body over and pressing her on her thighs and spanking her with a "slap" made her eyes even redder with fear. She quickly grabbed Yinreng's arm and tried to run into the inner room.
The smell was fragrant and stinky, but there was also a faint sweet smell that breathed into my nose. I choked and sneezed repeatedly, shed tears, and almost rose to the sky. Liang Jiugong, who was following closely behind, could not escape this.
The indescribable smell invaded, and the choking master and servant quickly opened the cotton curtain and took several steps back in an orderly manner.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Could it be that little Hershey/the imperial concubine secretly developed poison | gas bombs?
He Zhu'er, who was guarding the west side hall, heard the movement in the main hall and ran over to take a look. When he saw the embarrassment of the emperor and his master, he was so frightened that his whole body was frightened and he quickly knelt down with a "plop".
, shouted at the top of his lungs:
"This slave sends greetings to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."
Yinreng and Xiaosi, who were sitting in the west side hall looking at each other with their hands on their chins in distress, heard He Zhuer's shout outside and were so shocked that they immediately stood up from the carved chairs.
Xiaosi, whose eyes were red from the smoke, with tears on his face, and a triangular golden sweat scarf covering his nose, became anxious in an instant. He stretched out his hand and pulled Yinreng beside him, who was dressed in the same style, and said with some fear and tears:
"Brother Prince, what should we do? Our mother hasn't come back yet, why did Ama Khan come here? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, will he spank us again?"
Yinreng looked at several almost empty glass jars placed on the huanghuali wood table not far away, and felt that one was as big as two, and he didn't know what to say.
Before they could organize their words in their minds, the tall and menacing figure of their Khan Ama appeared at the door of the side hall.
"Ah! Brother Prince, run quickly! Khan Ama has turned into a dragon again, his eyes are burning, and he is going to beat the child."
Xiaosi, who was about to turn four years old in three months, saw Kangxi with a dark handsome face as if someone was trying to steal his kingdom. He thought of how he had been teased by Kangxi with the salty milk-flavored steamed bun skewers.
Ma's painful experience of ruthlessly turning her little body over and pressing her on her thighs and spanking her with a "slap" made her eyes even redder with fear. She quickly grabbed Yinreng's arm and tried to run into the inner room.
The smell was fragrant and stinky, but there was also a faint sweet smell that breathed into my nose. I choked and sneezed repeatedly, shed tears, and almost rose to the sky. Liang Jiugong, who was following closely behind, could not escape this.
The indescribable smell invaded, and the choking master and servant quickly opened the cotton curtain and took several steps back in an orderly manner.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Could it be that little Hershey/the imperial concubine secretly developed poison | gas bombs?
He Zhu'er, who was guarding the west side hall, heard the movement in the main hall and ran over to take a look. When he saw the embarrassment of the emperor and his master, he was so frightened that his whole body was frightened and he quickly knelt down with a "plop".
, shouted at the top of his lungs:
"This slave sends greetings to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."
Yinreng and Xiaosi, who were sitting in the west side hall looking at each other with their hands on their chins in distress, heard He Zhuer's shout outside and were so shocked that they immediately stood up from the carved chairs.
Xiaosi, whose eyes were red from the smoke, with tears on his face, and a triangular golden sweat scarf covering his nose, became anxious in an instant. He stretched out his hand and pulled Yinreng beside him, who was dressed in the same style, and said with some fear and tears:
"Brother Prince, what should we do? Our mother hasn't come back yet, why did Ama Khan come here? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, will he spank us again?"
Yinreng looked at several almost empty glass jars placed on the huanghuali wood table not far away, and felt that one was as big as two, and he didn't know what to say.
Before they could organize their words in their minds, the tall and menacing figure of their Khan Ama appeared at the door of the side hall.
"Ah! Brother Prince, run quickly! Khan Ama has turned into a dragon again, his eyes are burning, and he is going to beat the child."
Xiaosi, who was about to turn four years old in three months, saw Kangxi with a dark handsome face as if someone was trying to steal his kingdom. He thought of how he had been teased by Kangxi with the salty milk-flavored steamed bun skewers.
Ma's painful experience of ruthlessly turning her little body over and pressing her on her thighs and spanking her with a "slap" made her eyes even redder with fear. She quickly grabbed Yinreng's arm and tried to run into the inner room.
The smell was fragrant and stinky, but there was also a faint sweet smell that breathed into my nose. I choked and sneezed repeatedly, shed tears, and almost rose to the sky. Liang Jiugong, who was following closely behind, could not escape this.
The indescribable smell invaded, and the choking master and servant quickly opened the cotton curtain and took several steps back in an orderly manner.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Could it be that little Hershey/the imperial concubine secretly developed poison | gas bombs?
He Zhu'er, who was guarding the west side hall, heard the movement in the main hall and ran over to take a look. When he saw the embarrassment of the emperor and his master, he was so frightened that his whole body was frightened and he quickly knelt down with a "plop".
, shouted at the top of his lungs:
"This slave sends greetings to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."
Yinreng and Xiaosi, who were sitting in the west side hall looking at each other with their hands on their chins in distress, heard He Zhuer's shout outside and were so shocked that they immediately stood up from the carved chairs.
Xiaosi, whose eyes were red from the smoke, with tears on his face, and a triangular golden sweat scarf covering his nose, became anxious in an instant. He stretched out his hand and pulled Yinreng beside him, who was dressed in the same style, and said with some fear and tears:
"Brother Prince, what should we do? Our mother hasn't come back yet, why did Ama Khan come here? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, will he spank us again?"
Yinreng looked at several almost empty glass jars placed on the huanghuali wood table not far away, and felt that one was as big as two, and he didn't know what to say.
Before they could organize their words in their minds, the tall and menacing figure of their Khan Ama appeared at the door of the side hall.
"Ah! Brother Prince, run quickly! Khan Ama has turned into a dragon again, his eyes are burning, and he is going to beat the child."
Xiaosi, who was about to turn four years old in three months, saw Kangxi with a dark handsome face as if someone was trying to steal his kingdom. He thought of how he had been teased by Kangxi with the salty milk-flavored steamed bun skewers.
Ma's painful experience of ruthlessly turning her little body over and pressing her on her thighs and spanking her with a "slap" made her eyes even redder with fear. She quickly grabbed Yinreng's arm and tried to run into the inner room.
The smell was fragrant and stinky, but there was also a faint sweet smell that breathed into my nose. I choked and sneezed repeatedly, shed tears, and almost rose to the sky. Liang Jiugong, who was following closely behind, could not escape this.
The indescribable smell invaded, and the choking master and servant quickly opened the cotton curtain and took several steps back in an orderly manner.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Could it be that little Hershey/the imperial concubine secretly developed poison | gas bombs?
He Zhu'er, who was guarding the west side hall, heard the movement in the main hall and ran over to take a look. When he saw the embarrassment of the emperor and his master, he was so frightened that his whole body was frightened and he quickly knelt down with a "plop".
, shouted at the top of his lungs:
"This slave sends greetings to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."
Yinreng and Xiaosi, who were sitting in the west side hall looking at each other with their hands on their chins in distress, heard He Zhuer's shout outside and were so shocked that they immediately stood up from the carved chairs.
Xiaosi, whose eyes were red from the smoke, with tears on his face, and a triangular golden sweat scarf covering his nose, became anxious in an instant. He stretched out his hand and pulled Yinreng beside him, who was dressed in the same style, and said with some fear and tears:
"Brother Prince, what should we do? Our mother hasn't come back yet, why did Ama Khan come here? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, will he spank us again?"
Yinreng looked at several almost empty glass jars placed on the huanghuali wood table not far away, and felt that one was as big as two, and he didn't know what to say.
Before they could organize their words in their minds, the tall and menacing figure of their Khan Ama appeared at the door of the side hall.
"Ah! Brother Prince, run quickly! Khan Ama has turned into a dragon again, his eyes are burning, and he is going to beat the child."
Xiaosi, who was about to turn four years old in three months, saw Kangxi with a dark handsome face as if someone was trying to steal his kingdom. He thought of how he had been teased by Kangxi with the salty milk-flavored steamed bun skewers.
Ma's painful experience of ruthlessly turning her little body over and pressing her on her thighs and spanking her with a "slap" made her eyes even redder with fear. She quickly grabbed Yinreng's arm and tried to run into the inner room.
The smell was fragrant and stinky, but there was also a faint sweet smell that breathed into my nose. I choked and sneezed repeatedly, shed tears, and almost rose to the sky. Liang Jiugong, who was following closely behind, could not escape this.
The indescribable smell invaded, and the choking master and servant quickly opened the cotton curtain and took several steps back in an orderly manner.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Could it be that little Hershey/the imperial concubine secretly developed poison | gas bombs?
He Zhu'er, who was guarding the west side hall, heard the movement in the main hall and ran over to take a look. When he saw the embarrassment of the emperor and his master, he was so frightened that his whole body was frightened and he quickly knelt down with a "plop".
, shouted at the top of his lungs:
"This slave sends greetings to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."
Yinreng and Xiaosi, who were sitting in the west side hall looking at each other with their hands on their chins in distress, heard He Zhuer's shout outside and were so shocked that they immediately stood up from the carved chairs.
Xiaosi, whose eyes were red from the smoke, with tears on his face, and a triangular golden sweat scarf covering his nose, became anxious in an instant. He stretched out his hand and pulled Yinreng beside him, who was dressed in the same style, and said with some fear and tears:
"Brother Prince, what should we do? Our mother hasn't come back yet, why did Ama Khan come here? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, will he spank us again?"
Yinreng looked at several almost empty glass jars placed on the huanghuali wood table not far away, and felt that one was as big as two, and he didn't know what to say.
Before they could organize their words in their minds, the tall and menacing figure of their Khan Ama appeared at the door of the side hall.
"Ah! Brother Prince, run quickly! Khan Ama has turned into a dragon again, his eyes are burning, and he is going to beat the child."
Xiaosi, who was about to turn four years old in three months, saw Kangxi with a dark handsome face as if someone was trying to steal his kingdom. He thought of how he had been teased by Kangxi with the salty milk-flavored steamed bun skewers.
Ma's painful experience of ruthlessly turning her little body over and pressing her on her thighs and spanking her with a "slap" made her eyes even redder with fear. She quickly grabbed Yinreng's arm and tried to run into the inner room.