Bai Lu originally wanted to persuade her master that he should not eat such greasy things after recovering from a serious illness.
But looking at his master's lively and enthusiastic appearance, he had no choice but to bow and prepare to go to the dining room in person.
He Zhuer, who was waiting aside, sighed, "No wonder Concubine Hesheli is so strong."
Compared with the other concubines in the harem who were eager to count rice grains when eating in order to stay in shape, Concubine Hesheli's appetite was really the only one in the palace.
When Yinreng heard his aunt report the names of a bunch of dishes, he was also hungry, so he turned to look at He Zhuer.
He Zhu'er saw the look in his little highness's eyes, and before Yin Reng could speak, he said to Bai Lu understandingly: "Please wait a moment, Miss Bai Lu. I will send someone to get the meal with you. His Highness the Crown Prince wants to meet with He Zhu'er."
The concubines and concubines will have a meal together."
Qingyan felt a little funny, why did she feel like she was sick and Yinreng clung to her even more, but this feeling was not bad.
In the previous life, the descendants of superpowers in the apocalypse were generally relatively independent.
Even though she is a nursery nurse at the base, she has never experienced the feeling of being so attached to a cute child.
She couldn't help but take a sip of the young prince's left cheek, which was white, tender and soft, and said, "Your Highness, let's go, I'll take you to the Imperial Garden for a walk."
He Zhuer saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince smiling so happily every time he was with Concubine Hesheli, and felt extremely comfortable in his heart.
As long as he comes to Chuxiu Palace, he can relax a little.
Because His Royal Highness the Crown Prince listens very much to Concubine Hesheli, and the Concubine also treats His Highness very well, His Highness's safety and mood are guaranteed, and his own errands can be easier.
Although Yinreng liked his aunt's fragrant and soft embrace very much, he did not forget the fact that Qingyan had just recovered. He struggled to get off the ground and walk on his own: "Baocheng can walk, aunt, just recovered, not
,We must waste all our efforts to ensure success."
Qingyan was so touched by the little prince's thoughtfulness. She laughed hahahahaha and threw Yinreng on her back: "Your Highness, don't worry, I'm very energetic now. Your Highness, hold your neck tightly. I
But it’s time to start running.”
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In the Hesheli family, they like to dress for comfort and convenience. The experience of growing up in the last life of the last life is also deep-rooted. Therefore, even in the Qing Palace, which is much more stable in comparison, Qingyan's clothes are to refuse all tediousness.
Avoid cumbersomeness and pursue simplicity and crispness.
It snowed heavily last year and the weather was cold, so Qingyan wore short boots made of various animal furs.
Now that spring is here, the weather is getting warmer, and my feet are wearing comfortable handmade flat-soled soft cloth shoes.
Even if the palace clothes sent to her by the Ministry of Internal Affairs were not convenient for her to use her fists and feet on, Qingyan would specially ask Bai Lu to modify them in private to make them looser.
In short, no matter which piece of clothing she wears, it cannot affect her ability to whip her whip when encountering danger.
During the last days of Qingyan's life, she happened to see someone's description on a forum of a Qing palace concubine wearing the bottom of a flower pot 1.
There were many reasons, but she only remembered two.
In her words, first of all, it is a symbol of being a royal concubine!
The level of the imperial concubine can be roughly seen from the inlays and patterns on the flowerpot-soled shoes she wears.
In addition, it is because wearing flower pot bottoms can make the figure of the palace concubine more slender and well-proportioned.
This not only prevents the gorgeous flag dress from being damaged by being dragged to the ground for too long, but also allows the woman to walk in a graceful and graceful way like those Han women with bound feet.
And she is tall, and she is very satisfied with her unbound feet, which can grow freely, and she doesn't care if her walking posture is graceful or not.
People in the apocalypse face countless accidents all day long. Which female superpower dares to wear high heels that can't run fast?
Therefore, not only in the previous life, but also in this life, Qingyan was completely insulated from the bottom of the flower pot (high heels).
Seeing his aunt carrying him on her back and running like flying, Yinreng no longer worried about her at all. Her soft little body gradually relaxed and clung to Qingyan's back.
Although Yinreng felt that her aunt had a diaphragm on her back, she was not comfortable holding her in front of her.
But being carried on someone's back is also a novel experience.
Twisting his little head, he glanced left and right with his big eyes, watching the scenery in his field of vision pass quickly before his eyes, happily spreading the laughter of human cubs behind them.
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He Zhuer looked at Concubine Hesheli who ran forward as soon as she finished speaking, and felt that Concubine Hesheli who woke up this time seemed different from before.
He Zhuer couldn't tell what exactly was different.
But looking at the figures in front of me, one large and one small, walking away, I felt an indescribable sense of wantonness and joy.
At first glance, it seems to be a little inconsistent with the Forbidden City, which requires caution at every turn, but for those who are deeply trapped inside, the scene in front of them has an indescribable harmony.
The people following behind seemed to be infected by it, and couldn't help but want to take a step forward and run along happily...
But no matter how envious He Zhuer was, he never forgot Concubine Hesheli's unruly behavior.
Looking at the two people in front of them, they were about to run away without a trace.
He hurriedly waved his hand and signaled a large group of palace maids and eunuchs behind him to start running behind Qingyan, shouting as he ran: "My young master, please run slower, so as not to fall down His Highness."
What responded to him was the roar of the wind.
He Zhuer almost wanted to cry. How strong is Concubine Hesheli? She can run so steadily and fast while carrying the prince on her back.
He Zhuer lost again!
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The weather is warm in spring, and many people in beautiful spring clothes have gathered in this small imperial garden, with their feet on the bottom of flower pots and dazzling flowers. They are being supported by palace maids and nuns for a walk, looking forward to meeting the emperor.
A romantic encounter with the concubines.
Qingyan was not interested in these women, so she chose to take the little prince for a walk, and then estimated the time to go back to eat delicious food.
Let He Zhuer, who was slightly panting, pick a place with few people and lead them away.
Holding the little breast dumplings, looking at the bright spring scenery, breathing the fresh air, and feeling the spring breeze that occasionally blows on my face, I have to say that this feeling is really good, making people feel comfortable and like a lazy furry,
I can't help but want to find a place to take a nap under a flower tree with warm sunshine and gentle breeze.
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hairy?
So, what is that?
Qingyan looked at the cherry blossom tree not far ahead in shock. Lying on her side was a small animal that was about as high as her thigh when it stood up. It was brown and yellow with a few patches of milky white. It had big eyes and long eyelashes.
, the two big ears on the left and right stretched freely, lowering their heads from time to time to nibble on the green grass exposed on the ground, and then rolling the grass into their mouths, chewing the fragrance, and wagging their little tails happily from time to time, and also pointed at them
A group of people, a cow that meows twice?
To be precise, a calf?
Qingyan was instantly struck by this picture and felt disillusioned.
Is it possible that the Qing harem she wore was still popular for grazing cows in the imperial garden, and it must be a little calf covered in milk?
"Moo~" The calf quickly ate up the grass growing under the tree nearest to it, then lazily stood up on its four little hooves, shook its head, and moved to the tree next to it.
, continue to chew.
"Moo, moo~" The little prince had drank milk, but had never seen a cow with his own eyes.
He looked curiously at the calf grazing not far ahead, and imitated it, barking twice.
Qingyan:……
When He Zhuer saw the calf in front of him, he knew something was wrong.
She quickly said to Qingyan: "Little Master, I'm afraid Miss Bai Lu has already brought back the meal and is waiting for you and His Highness to go back and enjoy it. Let's go back to Chuxiu Palace first."
Qingyan nodded and wanted to go back.
She took her eyes away from the cow with difficulty.
The mutated cow in her previous life was extremely aggressive and the mutated beef was expensive, so she ate beef less often.
It's rare to eat it at home in this life. The last time I ate rare beef was the beef jerky that Brother Baoqing handed her at Cining Palace last year.
Looking at this plump calf, she couldn't help but want to try it.
Cows are so valuable nowadays, and they are something she can't eat.
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Just as she was about to turn around, she heard a crisp and sweet female voice coming from behind: "Sai Enhu, have you eaten well? We are going back to eat."
Qingyan was a little surprised. The other person spoke Mongolian, if she remembered correctly.
"Sain" in Mongolian means "good", and "Hu" means "son".
This together means "good son".
This person's hobby of raising pets is really unique. Raising a calf as a son?
I'm afraid people from the Qing Dynasty still can't understand it now.
Qingyan was unusually interested in the visitor.
Then he turned around with Yinreng in his arms and saw a vibrant girl dressed as a Mongolian noblewoman.
He was about twelve or three years old. His thick black hair was divided into many strands and braided into long and high braids. He was wearing a red Mongolian robe with silver trim. He had bright eyes and a forehead band.
Wearing a string of fine pearls as a forehead ornament and a long black whip wrapped around her waist, she looked extremely energetic.
When the girl saw Qingyan turning around, she was also stunned by her beauty.
Then he lowered his eyes and saw the small apricot-yellow breast dumpling in her arms and the soft gold whip wrapped around her waist, and her eyes lit up inch by inch.
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The girl neatly took off the soft whip from her waist, held the handle of the whip wrapped in lambskin, and swung it hard to the ground, breaking many of the flowers and plants that were swept by the tip of the whip.
"You are the concubine of Chu Xiugong and Hesheli who can carry the big cauldron with your own strength, right? If you recover, then let's have a real duel."
As the girl spoke, she moved her steps, adjusted her posture, and looked like she was about to attack.
Qingyan: What kind of middle school girl is this? When did I get the reputation of being "strong enough to carry the weight"? Why didn't I know it myself...
When I saw things, it was exactly as I imagined.
He Zhuer wanted to slap himself twice. He was guilty and blind. There were four directions: east, west, north and south. Why did he choose this direction!!!
He knew that if Tana Gege of Xianfu Palace knew that Concubine Hesheli was awake, she would definitely come to her for a duel.