Being in Huangzhuang, the lunch was also quite farm-style. The guests were all from a big family, and they were very close. They didn’t eat at separate tables. It was time to use the room. Kangxi, the imperial concubine, and Fuquan came with a group
The children sat around a special large round table made of fir wood.
A round hole was cut out in the middle of the large round table, with a red stove placed underneath, and a double-eared black iron pot placed above the stove.
Today's main dish is the famous Northeastern dish - "Stewed Goose in Iron Pot".
The Manchus moved into Kyoto from outside the customs, and even today the taste of the palace people still likes to eat "stewed vegetables".
When the cooks were cooking, they specially selected three big white geese that were fat and strong with fluffy feathers. They carefully plucked the goose feathers, cleaned them up, cut the goose meat into pieces and put them in an iron pot to stew slowly.
In addition to goose meat, a lot of green onions, shredded ginger, garlic cloves and other ingredients are also added for seasoning.
The potatoes harvested in the first half of the year have been played with by the imperial chefs, and all kinds of potato delicacies that will only be found in later generations have been created one after another by the imperial chefs.
The twins with blue rice bags tied around their necks were sitting on two special high-leg armchairs with fences, sandwiched between their parents. Through the white steam on the table, the twins saw the quilt in the large iron pot.
The stewed goose meat is sizzling and bubbling, and the saliva keeps flowing down the soft little chin.
The big white goose on the Imperial Manor has been raised so chubby that it runs freely on the open-air loess all day long. It is simply the tyrant of the Imperial Manor. When it encounters a group of sled dogs, it will stick its neck out, spread its wings, and say "Goose Goose"
"The goose" ran to bite the dog aggressively, and once it bit the fur on the dog's body, it would bite tightly and twist it in a circle with all its strength, until it pulled out a mouthful of dog hair, and then arrogantly walked away.
The powerful white geese frightened the sled dogs so much that when they saw them from a distance on the palace, they immediately turned around and ran away.
It is precisely because of such a large amount of exercise that the big white goose has firm meat.
Now that the goose meat is cooked in the iron pot, it is filled with the mellow soup. There are also peeled potatoes cut into pieces in the soup. There is also a circle of slightly yellow potato cakes around the iron pot. The aroma of the food in the pot
Being urged by the stove below, I couldn't hold it back and filled the whole room like light smoke.
"Uh, cool, eat, Rourou, eat!"
Xiao Si was holding a small spoon in his hand. Seeing that his brothers and sisters had meat in their bowls, but the two brothers hadn't, he couldn't help but stretched out his two short hands to pull up the arm of the mother next to him.
Qingyan leaned forward slightly, reached for a piece of hot potato pancake, tore it in half from the middle, and gestured with her eyes to Bai Lu beside her to scoop out more soup and soft stewed meat into the tiger head bowls of the two brothers.
For rotten potatoes, put less goose meat.
Bai Lu hurriedly suppressed her laughter and obeyed.
The twins' little baby teeth can't bite goose meat, and I'm afraid that if they take a bite of meat, it will fill the gap between their teeth.
Fortunately, the twins are not picky eaters. When the brothers saw food in their tiger head bowls, they took a bite of the soft potato cakes with their clean chubby hands and cleverly tore the potato cakes into small pieces.
, throw it into the small bowl of tiger head, use the spoon in your hand to press the potato cakes into the soup in the bowl, and then hold the small spoon to mash the soft and waxy potato pieces into mashed potatoes, one bite of cake, one bite of mashed potatoes
Open your mouth and put it into your mouth.
According to Qingyan's parenting philosophy, children eating by themselves can exercise their hands-on skills and autonomy. Therefore, even if the two brothers' eating habits were a bit poor, Qingyan did not intervene. As long as they did not burn the brothers, they would
Eat whatever you like.
About half an hour later, after the group had finished lunch, they crowded into the sweet potato field.
There was a sporadic light snowfall just two days ago in the suburbs of Beijing. The snow water melted into the vegetable fields and the soil became very moist.
Kangxi and the imperial concubine placed the twins on the ground. The younger brothers held hands and stood at the edge of the field with their elder brothers and sisters, standing on tiptoes and looking into the distance.
This year, after the sweet potatoes were buried in the soil and the sweet potato seedlings appeared, the farmers followed the supervisors' instructions and transplanted the sweet potato seedlings to other places, resulting in a sudden increase in sweet potato yield several times.
In a lonely and desolate winter scene, several acres of sweet potato fields suddenly appeared in front of us. The sweet potato vines were entangled with each other, stretching out a large green area. Even after the frost, some sweet potato leaves were beaten by hoarfrost.
, became black and withered, but looking at the green in front of me still made people feel very comfortable.
At the end of the field, hard-working farmers, all dressed in neat clothes, stood in front of a long pile of sweet potatoes.
They rolled up their coarse linen sleeves to their elbows, revealing their tanned, muscular forearms. They were bent over happily and excitedly despite the fine sweat on their foreheads and the dirt on their hands.
With sweet potato vines.
When a sweet potato vine emerges from the soil, without exception, seven or eight round sweet potatoes wrapped in wet mud will come out from its roots. Farmers spend all day soaking in the fields, and they can see the grain they have passed through at a glance.
Estimate how many pounds it weighs.
In the first half of the year, after the potatoes were planted using new methods, the high yields of 1,000 kilograms per mu had already made the farmers crazy with joy. Now, near the end of the year, it was discovered that after planting the sweet potatoes according to the correct method, they were also excellent varieties with a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu.
An emotional old farmer, with his big hands covered with many calluses and cracks, he knelt on his knees in the vegetable field. With a pair of rough big hands, he tremblingly picked up the sweet potatoes stuck to the moist soil and burst into tears.
Choking and saying:
"These sweet potatoes and potatoes can save lives! They are really seeds given by the gods! If the sweet potatoes and potatoes could have come a few years earlier, my old man's family would have been able to live longer, and they would not have to starve to death one by one in the twelfth lunar month.
It’s over!”
Li Fumin, who was working with his nephews and daughters, felt quite uncomfortable when he saw the old men crying beside him. Today, there are countless poor people. If potatoes, sweet potatoes can really be harvested early
If these come out, how many people will have to be fed?
Madam Zhang, who wore a blue scarf on her head, had also been used to a hard life since she was a child. Her daughter Xiaohua followed her mother every step of the way, using her small hands to pull down the sweet potatoes one by one from the sweet potato vines and put them on her lap.
In the small bamboo basket on the side.
The mother and daughter watched the old men crying heartily, holding the sweet potatoes as if they were treasures, pressing them on their hearts, wailing in grief, and their eyes were a little red.
Xiaohua, who was about the same age as Yinzhen, sniffed, patted the nearest old man's shoulder with her small hand, and comforted her sweetly:
"Grandpa, please stop crying, we won't be hungry again in the future."
As the steward of this field, Li Fumin also sighed, walked over a few steps, helped several old men up one by one, clenched his fists and said with encouragement:
"Old man, don't be sad. Let's dig up these sweet potatoes earlier so that the master can promote this high-yielding variety to the people as soon as possible. The days will always get better and better. No matter how difficult it is, we have to look forward to it."
The old men nodded, and for a moment they couldn't bear the thought of their family members who had starved to death.
After the grief in their hearts was released, the old men used their sleeves to wipe away the tears that flowed into the deep ravines on their faces. As if they were young men in their prime, they held the iron bars in their hands and pried hard around the sweet potato vines.
After prying the land loose, I used my hands that were red from the cold to pull the moist and cold soil to keep the sweet potato tubers buried in the soil from falling, and carefully pulled them out. After that, I used an iron rod again.
Dig the hole deeper, for fear that there may be sweet potatoes buried in it.
It's cold, and the iron rods are as cold as the ice hanging from the eaves. You can imagine how cold it is when you hold them in your hands, but even so, farmers don't dare to use shovels to dig soil. Although shovels save effort, but
When the shovel is pressed down, the sweet potato can easily be dug up and broken into two pieces. The farmers will feel distressed looking at the white stubble pulp stained by the soil, so they have to use iron bars to pry it open.
Fortunately, the soil was loosened and moistened by snow water, which made it easier to dig a lot of land, saving a lot of effort.
Kangxi and others standing at the edge of the field were originally ecstatic about the high yield of sweet potatoes. When the cold wind carried the old man's whimpering cry from the end of the field to the edge of the field, the look on Kangxi's face
The smile faded a little, and he turned the jade ring on his hand and remained silent.
He was not angry because of the old men's cries. On the contrary, he felt a little guilty. What the old men said was quite reasonable. If high-yielding varieties of potatoes, sweet potatoes and corn had been discovered earlier, he would not have been able to grow in the past few years.
, the population of the Qing Dynasty can increase by one million, but fortunately it is not too late now...
Qingyan bent down and grabbed the two younger sons by their back collars, and pulled the twins back who were eager to run into the vegetable field to pick up sweet potatoes with their short legs.
At this time, the loud barking sounds of a group of dogs "woooo, woohoo" and "woof, woof, woof" came from the loess land in the north.
Kangxi and others had finished eating, and a large group of sled dogs who had also finished their dog meal began to run to the fields and start working in the fields, pulling a small cart with a clanging clang behind them.
A group of children followed the sound and looked north, and saw the majestic Yinha and the silly Saienhu running side by side in front, followed by more than twenty sled dogs of various sizes.
The white Samoyed and the chubby Alaska were easy to distinguish. When Xiao Jiu, Xiao Ten and the twins saw their dogs coming to work, the four little breast dumplings unknowingly puffed up their little chests proudly and gave birth to a baby.
A feeling of pride.
Kangxi saw the sled dogs pulling the cart along the dirt road to the end of the vegetable field. After the farmers tied the small bamboo baskets containing sweet potatoes to the cart, the sled dogs skillfully pulled the cart around and scattered.
They ran away happily on all fours, as if they were playing a game, and everyone looked in high spirits.
He couldn't help stroking the short whiskers under his chin with his hand, and said with a smile that could not hide his admiration: "Hahahaha, I didn't expect these sled dogs to be really good."
The stewards who were following behind just saw the master's smile disappear because of the old men's cries, and their hearts were lifted up. Now they saw that the master was amused by a group of sled dogs pulling the cart, and they were relieved.
After taking a breath and nodding his head repeatedly to show his merit for the dogs, a sharp-tongued steward directly answered boldly:
"The third master is right. The sled dogs on Zhuangzi are very energetic. They can pull wheat sheaves during the wheat harvest, potatoes during the potato harvest, and now they can even pull sweet potatoes. It's like one dog with multiple uses!"
Kangxi nodded when he heard the words, smiled and said nothing, and glanced into the sweet potato field again. He saw that at this moment, the farmers had already looked at them one after another. It was obvious that a group of them were standing at the edge of the field carelessly.
It distracts the farmers and disturbs their work.
Kangxi's original intention was to see the sweet potato yield with his own eyes. Now that his goal was achieved, he was not prepared to stay here any longer. He sent the stewards to work and took his family to wander elsewhere.
In winter, the days are short and it gets dark early.
At the end of the day, the sunset, which looked like a red egg, gradually began to set.
The twins yawned one after another and lay on their parents' shoulders, drowsy.
Everyone who had been playing at the Imperial Manor for almost an afternoon also got on the carriage and rode back the same way.
About an hour later, at the end of the Youshi hour, the sky had darkened and the human form was barely distinguishable.
As soon as Xiao Jiu, Xiao Ten and the twins got on the carriage, the four brothers lay side by side on the carriage and slowly fell asleep.
The wheels rolled through the streets and they returned to the imperial city before the curfew. The carriage drove directly into the Shenwu Gate in the north.
After the group got out of the car, Kangxi held the twins, Qingyan held Xiao Shi, and Bai Lu held Xiao Jiu. After Kangxi sent the four little ones with rosy sleeping faces to the main hall of Chuxiu Palace, he led Yinti.
Yinfeng, Yinzhen and Kejing, the older children, walked south along the bluestone palace road.
After Concubine Yi received Xin'er, she hurriedly carried a small brocade quilt to the Chuxiu Palace to wrap up her little son and bring little Yinzhen back.
When Guo Luoluo took his confidant, the eldest maid Hong Ling, to lift the cotton curtain of the main hall of Chuxiu Palace, crossed the threshold and walked into the hall, he saw four brothers lying on the soft couch under the east window, covered with a pair of
There was a wide brocade quilt and a warm basin burning silver charcoal not far from the soft couch.
Qingyan just took a simple bath with hot water from the clean room, dried her long hair, put on a comfortable cotton robe and came to the hall, where she saw the master and servant of Concubine Yi.
She pointed to the soft couch with a smile, and lowered her voice to Guo Luoluo:
"They are all asleep. I planned to ask the maids to wipe their hands and faces with hot handkerchiefs later, so you came over just in time."
Yi Fei smiled and blinked her beautiful peach blossom eyes at Qingyan. The two of them were about to walk towards the east window. At this time, Xue Yue from Changchun Palace suddenly panicked, stumbled across the threshold, ran in, and saw the disheveled clothes
The imperial concubine with silky black hair, and Concubine Yi, who was holding a small brocade in her hands and was about to bend over to wrap her son, immediately fell to their knees on the carpet and choked with sobs anxiously:
"The Imperial Concubine, Concubine Yi, you two should go and see our master quickly. Our master is blushing, his amniotic fluid has broken, and he is now in the delivery room."
When Qingyan and Yi Fei heard this, their eyes widened in shock.
An Fei had made every effort and to this day, the fetus in her belly is already over seven months old, almost eight months old.
In this era when there is no prenatal check-up, the folk proverb "seven live and eight don't live" is a mantra on the lips of women.
Both Huang Guifei and Yi Fei have given birth, so they naturally understand the danger Li is in now.
The two of them could no longer care about the four brothers. Qingyan left Bailu and Yifei left Hongling. The two sisters just wrapped themselves in a cloak and hurried towards the Changchun Palace in the dark night.
As soon as the two of them entered the hall of the main hall of Changchun Palace, Xuan Bin, who was sitting on an armchair with her hands clasped and biting her lower lip, immediately stood up from the armchair and hurriedly walked towards the door.
Liang Gui and Xiao Ba, who were sitting behind her, also got up from their armchairs and walked quickly to the door.
"Sister Jing, sister Yi, you two are here."
"Tana, how is Sister An doing now?"
Qingyan glanced anxiously at the door of the delivery room, and could already faintly hear Mrs. Li's cries of pain coming from inside.
Fortunately, although the palace ladies in the main hall were busy with their movements, they were not in a panic. Apparently, Li had arranged everything in advance before the birth. Seeing the orderly movements of the palace ladies, Qingyan and Yi Fei
I felt a little relieved.
"The midwife said that Sister An's fetal position was a little wrong. They were helping to correct the position of the fetus by pressing her belly. When I heard the news, I rushed over from Xianfu Palace, but it was a step too late. Sister An had already entered the fetus at that time.
It’s the delivery room.”
Xuan Bin bit her lower lip tightly, frowned and spoke hastily.
"Huang'e Niang, An'e Niang, will everything be okay?"
Xiaoba, who was only five years old, grabbed Qingyan's sleeves with red eyes, raised his head with a gourd jade crown in worry, and asked in a soft voice with a choked voice.
Qingyan reached out and rubbed Xiaoba's head, and said to him warmly:
"Xiaoba, don't worry, your mother-in-law is here, your mother-in-law will be fine. This is not the place for you to stay. You can follow your mother-in-law to the side hall and wait."
"Lord Liang, please take Xiaoba away."
"Yes, I obey your order."
When Mrs. Wei heard Qingyan's words, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped forward and took her son's little hand towards the door.
She was also helpless. When the concubine gave birth, the little maids would come in and out of the delivery room carrying basins of blood and water. Coupled with the heartbreaking cries of pain, it was easy to scare the children out of their wits.
The son and his adoptive mother have a close relationship, and even though she is in a humble position, she dare not stop her. She has to let her son stay here, otherwise there will be rumors that her son is unfilial to his adoptive mother, Concubine An.
Now that there is an imperial concubine, she has finally found her backbone.
Xiaoba was held by his own mother's hand, and reluctantly left the main hall, turning back three times at a step.
At this time, Concubine Hui, Concubine Rong, Concubines Jing, and concubines Tong, who lived in the West Sixth Palace, also rushed over. The imperial doctor who stayed at the Imperial Hospital in the southeast corner of the Forbidden City also hurried over with a medicine box on his arm.
Qingyan, Yi Fei, and Xuan Bin sat together, listening to Li's loud cry of pain coming from the delivery room, and the midwives saying one by one, "The fetal position is OK, it's OK, Concubine An, please work hard.
Go down as hard as you can." His lips pursed tightly.
Concubines Hui and Rong sipped tea leisurely, as if they were vases. After drinking all the tea, they leaned back on the chairs and closed their eyes to relax.
The eldest concubine Tong was also a little nervous. Listening to Mrs. Li's cries of pain, she touched her flat belly with her right hand without any trace. She was filled with envy and eagerly hoped that she could lie down in the delivery room as soon as possible.
Another reason why she is interested in Mrs. Li is that Mrs. Li is now considered an "elderly pregnant woman" in this era. She estimates that if she gets pregnant successfully, she will also be considered an "elderly pregnant woman". It can be said that Tong Jia...
Yu Rou had a rare feeling of sympathy and empathy. She really hoped that Mrs. Li could have a safe delivery, but just giving birth to a princess would be fine. God bless her, but don’t let her give birth to my brother. Let me give birth to my brother.
Just bro...
The rotating hands on the dial of the chime clock half-height beside the wall indicate that time is passing minute by minute.
As time went by, Mrs. Li's voice in the delivery room began to become hoarse, and her pitch gradually became lower.
When the hand pointed to "nine", Qingyan couldn't sit still anymore. She stood up from the armchair with a "shua" and was about to walk to the door of the delivery room to take a look. At this time, the cotton curtain in the hall was lifted from the outside. It's open.
After bathing in the Qianqing Palace, Kangxi put on a clean silver-gray winter robe and was about to go to bed on the dragon bed. Unexpectedly, he received the news that Concubine An was giving birth. He quickly grabbed a dark blue cloak and put it on his head. Wearing a warm hat of the same color, Liang Jiugong and Liang Jiugong walked into the night and quickly arrived at the Changchun Palace.
"Yan'er, how is the situation now?"
As soon as Kangxi entered the door of the main hall, he glanced around at the concubines sitting on armchairs. Taking advantage of the concubines' salutes to him, he turned to glance at the delivery room and asked the imperial concubine with a slightly furrowed brow.
"It's been almost three hours since Sister An went in. The fetal position was a little bit wrong, but after being corrected by the midwife, she still can't give birth."
Qingyan clasped her hands and looked at Kangxi with some worry and replied. Even though Mrs. Li is a tiger girl with a healthy body and bones, giving birth to a woman is a dangerous matter that wanders around the gates of hell. Nothing can be said for sure. There are all kinds of dangers. It's all possible.
When Kangxi heard the words "improper fetal position", he frowned even more reflexively.
He waved his hand and motioned for the main concubines to sit down, then he turned the jade ring on his hand and walked towards the main chair.
Qingyan pursed her lips and walked towards the door of the delivery room.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Kangxi sat down on the armchair in the main seat, a soft baby cry came from the delivery room.
The people in the hall were shocked when they heard the crying, and they all raised their heads and looked at the door of the delivery room.
Qingyan even walked to the door of the delivery room in three steps and two steps, and happened to bump into the midwife who was walking out with a bright red baby in her arms.
When the eldest concubine Tong saw the color of the baby, she knew that Concubine An had successfully given birth to a little princess as she had prayed for, and her eyes burst with joy.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Concubine An has safely given birth to a little princess. Both mother and daughter are safe. The little princess is a blessed master."
The midwife smiled happily and bowed to Kangxi who was sitting in the main seat.
"Okay, okay, reward!"
When Kangxi heard this, he immediately smiled and walked towards the door. His younger sons were likely to be rebellious in the future, so it would be better to have a daughter. It would be better to have a daughter!
Concubine Hui glanced at the emperor's overjoyed expression, twitched the corners of her mouth with a smile, and rolled her eyes implicitly as she lowered her head to drink tea. She was just a little girl, but she didn't know why the emperor was so happy. Jin'er, if he could get Bao Qing to get involved in human affairs earlier, maybe the emperor's eldest grandson would be born in two years! Isn't the grandson better than a girl?
"this!"
Qingyan stretched out her right hand and gently opened the swaddle. When she saw the baby wrapped in it with wrinkled and red skin and a soft cry, she immediately shouted in surprise.
When Kangxi saw Qingyan's reaction, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly walked to the door of the delivery room. When he saw the appearance of the baby, he stopped.
Even Liang Jiugong, who was following Kangxi, opened his eyes wide when he caught a glimpse of the little princess. He was so shocked that he secretly thought to himself, what's going on? These five princesses are too old! How can they be with Ci? She is 60 or 70% similar to the Empress Dowager!
Qingyan blinked after regaining consciousness. From the long slits between the little princess's eyes, she could tell that this girl must have big eyes.
Although the skin is still wrinkled due to soaking in amniotic fluid, the small nose, small mouth, and small ears look very delicate. The facial contour is a melon face with a pointed chin, and there is an extra tear mole under the corner of the right eye.
, both are signs of beauty.
When the Empress Dowager Cihe passed away, Qingyan was less than four years old. Although she had never seen her aunt in person, she had seen the portrait of the Empress Dowager Madonna that had been hanging in Jingren Palace many times!
Is the little princess a throwback to her ancestors? She looks too much like her biological mother-in-law! No wonder the midwife said that the little princess is a blessed master!
Kangxi, who was standing next to Qingyan, also stared at his little daughter's appearance, stunned.
The unusual reaction of the imperial concubine also aroused the hearts of the concubines present.
Concubine Hui, Concubine Rong, eldest, little Tong and others all got up from their armchairs and rushed to the door of the delivery room.
After Tong Jia Yurou saw the baby girl in the red swaddling clothes, she opened her mouth in shock and subconsciously blurted out:
"Why does she look so much like my aunt?"
Little Tong Bin standing next to her was equally surprised, but she smiled and said:
"My aunt is the little princess's biological mother, the Queen Mother. Isn't it normal for my granddaughter to look like a Queen Mother? Isn't it normal for her to look like someone from another generation? Could it be that my sister has forgotten that the twins still look like the late emperor?"
The words of Big and Little Tongbi were like two thin lines, entering Kangxi's ears one after another, which also made Kangxi come back to his senses.
He stretched out his two arms and carefully picked up his little daughter from the midwife's arms. He recalled the appearance of his biological mother in his mind. A very subtle tear quickly slipped through his slender Danfeng eyes, and then he said cheerfully.
Laughter burst out from his chest, and Kangxi was overjoyed and said repeatedly:
"Liang Jiugong, reward! reward! Give me a big reward!"
"After dawn, you send a message to the clan and ask them to preface the little princess. My fifth princess will be canonized as 'Princess Heshuo Wenxian' from now on, and her name will be 'Yuludai' (meaning: jade bird)!"
"Yes, I obey your order."
Liang Jiugong smiled and leaned over.
Qingyan also smiled and gently stroked Wen Xian's swaddling clothes twice, using her powers to nourish the baby's premature body.
Concubine Rong's face instantly turned ugly when she heard Kangxi's words, and she couldn't even hold back her smile.
In addition to the fourth princess Moyali (meaning: dragon eye), who was canonized as Princess Gulun at birth and given the title "Kejing" by the royal family, the eldest princess Fulana, the second princess Moyaqi, and the third princess Yilmu
Now they all have no names and have not been canonized as "Princess Heshuo". The three sisters have to wait until they get married before they can be canonized and given royal titles.
Her daughter Mo Yaqi is obviously the emperor's true eldest surviving daughter. Even if she can't compete with the legitimate Princess Gu Lun, the title of eldest daughter is also taken by the daughter of Prince Gong's concubine!
Now that she saw that Li's daughter had been given a number and a title just because of her unique appearance, Ma Jia was so jealous and aggrieved that the silk handkerchief in her hand was almost broken by her sharp nails.
It was torn.
Standing next to her, Concubine Hui felt the low pressure emanating from Concubine Rong. She did not have the life of a daughter, and her two children were both sons. Looking at Concubine Rong biting her lips, she couldn't help but feel disdainful.
He cursed in his heart: He is indeed a stingy fool who has been doing this for ten years. It is only because of the ability of mother and daughter that Li's daughter can grow into a face that looks like her own mother-in-law! You can't control this kind of thing.
I am angry about something, and I don’t know why I am so angry!
Concubine Yi is a person with high emotional intelligence and can speak well. She stood on the right side of the imperial concubine and carefully looked at the fifth princess, and then immediately smiled cheerfully:
"Oh, Your Majesty, I really envy Sister An's good fortune. Look at the five princesses' beautiful features. Not long ago, Xiaojiu was pestering me and said he wanted a younger sister to play with. Now,
The fifth princess is born, and she is loved by her fourteen brothers. She is so lucky!"
"The little princess cried softly, and she looked like she was a gentle-tempered master. She was really a considerate little cotton-padded jacket. She was just like the other skinny boys. This 'little sweet fruit'
The name is so fitting!”
Concubine Yi's words spoke to Kangxi's heart, and the corners of Kangxi's mouth curved wider and wider.
Early the next morning, the Queen Mothers of the two palaces also heard that Concubine An gave birth to a little princess last night who looked very much like the Queen Mother Cihe.
The Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager also went to Changchun Palace to reward many good things.
The Empress Dowager, who was leaning on the bed and flipping through pages of Buddhist scriptures written by Xing Chi, felt her eyes were a little sore. When she turned her head, she saw outside the window that it had started to snow again at some point.
She understood that the fifth great-granddaughter looked like that, and she was destined not to care for Meng in the future. It was a certainty that she would marry into the Tong Jia clan.
The birth of the fifth princess caused as much sensation in the Forbidden City as the twins.
With Wen Xianzhuyu in front, more than a month later, in the snowy twelfth lunar month, the Tonggui people in Zhongcui Palace quietly launched the attack.
Concubine Rong was sitting in the side hall in the backyard with her husband, Wan Liuha, waiting patiently for nearly three hours. When she saw the midwife holding out a red swaddling clothes, Concubine Rong immediately felt like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Like this, he turned around and returned to the main hall in his front yard with great disappointment.
The Wanliuha family had a good relationship with the Nala family. She asked the midwife and the imperial doctor carefully and found out that the little princess was in good health and that Tonggui was also fine. She lovingly stretched out her hand to hold the baby in her arms and bowed her head happily.
Watch.
Her son, Xiao Twelve, was not able to be raised by her side. Now looking at the infant princess, Wan Liuha had a look of love in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
When Tong Guiren woke up in the evening, the rewards from the three giants also arrived.
Knowing that his daughter was not as blessed as the fifth princess, but she was a very healthy baby, Tong Guiren breathed a long sigh of relief, looked sideways at the big red swaddle beside the pillow, and watched her daughter close her eyes sweetly.
When he fell asleep, Nala's heart felt as warm as if he were soaking in a hot spring.
If her daughter looks like the Empress Dowager Cihe, she will be taken to the front yard and raised by Concubine Rong as soon as she is born. Now after losing two children in a row, she can finally raise her good daughter herself...