Lu Wu closed his eyes and lay on his back on the bed, with a trace of pain between his brows. He gritted his teeth and pursed his lips to endure it. His left arm was wrapped in a thick cloth, and the whole arm was wrapped like a rice dumpling.
Cheng Huan looked at Lu Wu, his little face wrinkled, he touched his face with his hands, looked around the room for a while, then hurriedly walked to the bronze mirror on the dressing table, looked at it carefully for a while, and turned around with doubts on his face.
He came over, pulled my sleeve, and said, "Aunt, why...?"
Lu Wu on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes moved towards Cheng Huan. His eyes were shining with joy, and he was fixedly looking at Cheng Huan, unable to look away again.
Cheng Huan stood stunned, with a timid look on his face. His green face filled with joy suddenly froze, and a trace of loss and sadness slowly filled his eyes.
I smiled faintly at her and was about to offer my words of comfort. Zhaojia had already led the imperial physician through the door. She nodded at me, walked to the bed and said, "Huizhi, this is the imperial physician invited from the palace.
Please bear with it a little longer and let the imperial doctor take a look."
Lu Wu smiled calmly and said, "Thank you, sister."
The imperial doctor raised Lu Wu's arm, looked at it carefully for a long time, and said: "The wound has obviously festered, and the cloth wrapped around it has been soaked. It is thought that the skin and flesh have been stained with the cloth. The cloth must be removed when the medicine is reapplied. However, this
I'm afraid Fujin won't be able to bear the pain."
Lu Wu glanced at Cheng Huan, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "I can hold on, sister, take Gege out, don't scare her."
Cheng Huan seemed to have noticed some clues. He raised his head and glanced at me silently, and said softly: "Auntie, Cheng Huan is not afraid."
In an instant, the blood on Lu Wu's face faded, leaving only paleness and trembling lips. Cheng Huan looked nervous and whispered in panic: "Aunt, did Cheng Huan say the wrong thing?"
I shook my head lightly and sighed secretly. Chenghuan has been in the palace since he was a child, and he only stayed in the palace for a few months. Chenghuan obviously no longer has the concept of mother in his mind, and there is no mother in his heart.
I felt a little regretful in my heart for bringing Cheng Huan here.
On a very cold day, the imperial doctor's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he said to Lu Wu: "Be patient." Lu Wu smiled lightly and said: "Thank you, imperial doctor, let's get started."
The imperial doctor pinched a corner of the wrapping cloth and exerted force. The wrapping cloth tore off along with the skin and flesh. Lu Wu's entire arm was covered in blood and flesh.
I couldn't bear to look any more, so I turned my head away. Chenghuan exclaimed, turned around and hugged my legs, and never dared to look back. Zhaojia's eyes filled with tears, she looked at Lvwu and then at Chenghuan.
The imperial doctor seemed to be frightened by Lu Wu. Perhaps he had never seen such a strong woman before. He was stunned for a moment while holding the wrapping cloth, and then he hurriedly began to wash and apply the medicine.
After everything was done, the imperial doctor said to Zhaojia: "Fujin's wound cannot be bandaged. He must take medicine internally and externally on a regular basis, and rest well."
Lu Wu seemed unaware of everything around him, staring directly at Cheng Huan without blinking.
After the imperial doctor packed up the medicine box, he warned: "Fu Jin's arms cannot move or touch anything, but they must be kept hanging for fear of losing her vitality. The caregiver must not be careless. Every few hours, they must rub her carefully."
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Zhaojia said: "Thank you, the imperial doctor, for your advice." The imperial doctor hurriedly waved his hand and said, "How dare you call it a doctor's advice." He walked up to me and slapped a thousand. I gave him a slight nod, and then he turned and left.
Chenghuan quietly glanced at Luwu, then looked back at me, and I said, "Chenghuan, go find Qiaohui."
Zhaojia's face tightened, and he motioned with his eyes for me to go out together. I glanced at the bed, and Lu Wu was still staring at the door, silently lost in thought.
The two walked outside and sat down face to face. She sighed: "During the ten years when the prince was imprisoned, the sisters in the mansion also suffered very hard, but after Huizhi came, the prince only doted on her. Also, the prince favored her. , although there were many children in the mansion, Cheng Huan was the only one in the eyes of the prince. Of course they felt uncomfortable and unconvinced. The prince was devoted to court affairs and rarely interfered with the affairs of the mansion. Even if Huizhi was wronged, she If you don't tell me, the prince will not know. This time, the girl did it on purpose. I also know who is behind the scenes, but what can I do? I can only punish the girl severely, Hui I have told you again and again not to make a big fight and not to tell the prince the truth."
Just like what he was thinking, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Let the girl who burned me last time and Qiaohui take care of Huizhi."
She was silent for a while, then said with a wry smile: "Let Qiaohui serve Princess."
Knowing what she was worried about, I smiled calmly and said: "I will stay here for a few days. When I return to the palace, Qiaohui will follow me. It's not that I don't trust the girls in the house, it's just that Qiaohui is older and can't take care of her." People should be more careful."
Her face turned red and she said slightly embarrassed: "The prince is back...?"
I said: "If the parties concerned are not pursued, of course I will not interfere. I believe nothing will happen when the prince comes back." She nodded, stood up and said, "I will ask Hongyu to come over now."
After a few days, Lu Wu's wounds had become scarred, leaving Qiao Hui and Cheng Huan to leave the house with Hong Yu.
The snow on the roadside is half a foot thick, but snowflakes are still floating in the air, falling on the trees, on the roofs... On both sides of the road, there are usually inconspicuous shops, restaurants, and even ordinary courtyards. The house, decorated with snow, becomes crystal clear and exquisite.
Hong Yumo followed behind, and the two of them wandered aimlessly. Although it was still snowing, the road was still bustling with people and cars. The doors of each shop were wide open. Because it was bright outside, the inside of the shop seemed dark. In the store, there were some guys standing at the door, shouting to each other, 'Come in and take a look', 'The goods are genuine'...
"Miss Xiaowen." A familiar voice came, and I smiled secretly in my heart. I was really destined to meet him every time I went out. I stood still, turned around and looked around, and saw Zhang Yuzhi walking over with a face as warm as spring. .
The three of them talked about the shops on both sides while walking, but most of the time it was Zhang Yuzhi who listened. After a while, he seemed to feel a little embarrassed. He said with a smile: "I have said so much, I don't know why Miss Wen came out this time. , I have nothing to delay you."
I smiled and said, "I'm just hanging out, nothing serious."
Hearing this, he smiled and said, "If that's the case, then I'll take you to have a try."
Walking through the streets, we finally came to an inconspicuous stall. When he saw me with a surprised look on his face, he smiled slightly and said nothing, but just greeted the stall owner familiarly. After a while, the stall owner quickly brought three large dishes. When I took a closer look at the bowl, I saw that it was just ordinary dumplings. I was a little disappointed. I originally thought that I would be eating a snack with a unique flavor.
He smiled at me and said, "Try it before we talk."
I picked one up and put it in my mouth, and it actually melted in my mouth. I ate a few more in a row, looked up and said with a smile, "It's really delicious."
A few more people came next to me, and I accidentally saw two handsome young men at the next table. To be precise, they should be two beautiful women disguised as men. The two of them ordered two bowls in a hurry. After the old man brought them, the two
He ate hard for a while, paid the bill immediately after finishing his meal, and then walked away. He felt a little funny that there was such an interesting girl.
Seeing me like this, the stall owner looked at the backs of the two of them with a smile and said: "That is the daughter of Li Rongbao, a high official in the imperial court. She must have secretly left the house again. She likes the old man's 'boiled dumplings' very much. She will cook them every few days
, will definitely come again.”
Dumplings are also called "Bianshi" in the capital, and Manchu and Mongolian banner people also call them "boiled dumplings". They regard them as delicacies. There is a saying in the saying, "it's better to be comfortable than upside down, and it's not as delicious as dumplings.", which refers to Beijing.
Dumplings.
It was getting late, and Hongyu looked at me quietly several times, but did not dare to speak to urge me. For a moment, she looked extremely troubled.
I smiled at Zhang Yuzhi and said, "It's getting late, we have to go back home."
He looked up at the sky and said, "It's too late. I'll give you a ride. I'll give you a ride at Prince Yi's Mansion."
I said softly, "Yeah", and the three of them walked back.
There was still some distance away from the palace gate. He stopped and said with a smile: "The palace is already in front of us. Please forgive Yuzhi for not sending him forward any more."
I thanked her and was about to move, but he said again: "I heard that the palace maids will be released from the palace when they reach their age."
I didn't know what he wanted to say, but I still smiled and nodded. He seemed to be about to say something, hesitated for a moment, but finally swallowed it, clasped his fists in his hands, turned around and left quickly.
Zhaojia was sitting in the main hall, and Gao Wuyong was sitting at the bottom. He was slightly startled. When he saw me approaching, he stood up and took two steps forward and said, "I'm here to take the girl back to the palace."
Since Mr. Zhaojia was present, it was inconvenient to ask, so he said to him, "I'll go and say goodbye to Xiu Fujin. My father-in-law will wait for a while."
Gao Wuyong apologized and said with a smile: "Girl, don't worry, I'll just wait for you. There's nothing urgent in the palace." I felt relieved, smiled at Mr. Zhaojia, then turned around and walked towards Luwu's room.
Cheng Huan sat on the bedside, holding the bowl of porridge and blowing on it gently, saying: "Auntie, open your mouth."
Lu Wu's eyes were full of happiness and he opened his mouth. I leaned against the door frame and watched silently for a while. I didn't want to disturb this scene of a loving mother and a filial daughter. I was about to turn around, but Lu Wu inadvertently glanced here.
She swallowed the porridge in her mouth and said with a smile, "It's been a long time?"
I walked over and sat beside the bed, took the bowl from Cheng Huan's hand, and said, "Cheng Huan, let Auntie feed me."
Cheng Huan nodded and said, "Auntie, Cheng Huan will come back later." Lu Wu smiled and raised his head. Cheng Huan smiled at me, turned around and walked out. It wasn't until Cheng Huan's figure disappeared that Lu Wu looked back.
I said, "Have you ever regretted giving birth to this child?"
There was a hint of endearment in her eyes, she smiled and shook her head, saying: "How can I regret it? She is the continuation of my life and the prince's. She will never know that I am her biological mother in this life, and will always just call me aunt.
,...,even if you hate me in the future if you know about it, I will not regret it."
I sat silently on the carriage, thinking about those words in my mind, 'She is the continuation of my life and the prince's life'..., 'I will not regret it either'.
The Spring Festival is approaching in the blink of an eye, but there is no trace of joy in the palace.
It turns out that the wild history is true. Hongshi did send people to attack Hongli on his way back to the palace. The assassin was caught by Shisan on the spot and confessed his crime on the spot. In anger, Yinzhen sent people to kill Hongli.
He was detained in the mansion under strict supervision and ordered that no one could visit him.
Yinzhen was still angry, and everyone in the palace had thorns on their backs. Everyone was trembling and frightened. They even spoke softly, for fear that if they were not careful, they would get into trouble.
That day, I was sitting in my room. I wanted to embroider a sachet for him, but I was upset. After a while, my hand was pricked several times. I threw it into the basket and was lost in thought. How can I make him feel relieved?
Woolen cloth?
After thinking about it for a while, I smiled dumbly. Why did he need other people's guidance or persuasion? All he needed was time, time to deal with this matter. I stood up and walked to the window, looking at the wind blowing snowflakes flying all over the sky outside the window, and suddenly felt
My heart is like snowflakes in the wind. I want to settle down, but I can't help myself. I have to follow the wind and fall wherever it blows. But when will this wind in the palace end?
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A gust of wind poured in through the window, and a slight chill came over my body. I let out a breath, turned around, walked to the bed and lay down with my clothes on.
After a while, there was a soft knock on the door. I remained motionless, still staring at the tent ceiling silently. He walked to the bedside and stared at me silently, with no emotion in his eyes. Knowing that he was feeling uncomfortable, he smiled softly at him.
, the body moved inside.
He also lay down with his clothes on, remained silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Do you feel that I am cruel and don't even care about my own son?"
I turned sideways, caressed his face, and said: "This is a war among the royal family. It is inevitable. It happens as a last resort in every dynasty and every generation. You are not just their Ama, you are
You are also responsible for the livelihood of the common people and the happiness of all people in the world. You are doing this just to preserve the hope of the future of the Qing Dynasty."
He held my hand, a faint bitter smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, and said, "You understand, I feel relieved."
He suppressed his faint smile. Although his face was as sinking as water, there was deep pain in his eyes. I pulled him hard, stared into his eyes, and said: "If you feel uncomfortable in your heart, just say it.
Don’t endure it alone.”
He was silent for a moment, took me into his arms, hugged me tightly, and said: "My son has a weak interest, the third child is the eldest son, and his mother has a respected position. It is reasonable to say that he has hopes for the throne. But it is reasonable."
He acts recklessly, has vicious thoughts, is easily instigated by others, and how can he take on a big responsibility if he is easily influenced by others? He is not someone who can support the Qing Dynasty, so how can I hand over the inheritance of my ancestors to him?
I can tolerate everything he did before, but this time, he actually attacked the fourth child, and I absolutely cannot forgive him."
I raised my head, looked at him and said, "You say you can't forgive, but in your heart you feel reluctant to let go. In that case, why not leave it to a reliable person to discipline and restrain him, at least this way he won't be deprived of food and clothing, and suffer torture."
He looked at me intently and didn't say a word for a long time.
The reason why Yinzhen did not choose Hongshi, in addition to the reasons of qualifications and abilities, a more important reason is that except Hongli, the biological mothers of his other sons were all from the Han army, so he chose Hongli as the crown prince.
In order to unite the upper class nobles of Manchuria and stabilize the political situation, Zhen made an inevitable choice, but how can I say that?
There was a dull atmosphere in the room. I sighed secretly and said, "If we have a son, can we not join the clan? Just like the children of ordinary people, they have nothing to do with politics or the palace."
He was stunned, stood up, lifted the quilt, and stroked my abdomen several times. Then, he stared at me and asked, "You have checked my pulse. How come you can't feel it after a month?"
I pushed his hand away, pulled him to lie down, and said, "I'm just saying what if, what if I accidentally gave birth to a son."
He was still staring at me, the darkness in his eyes disappeared, instead a bright light flashed out, and he said: "Ruoxi, let the imperial doctor take another look. Your body is no longer as weak as before."
I lowered my eyelids and still stubbornly said: "You haven't said yet whether it's okay or not."
He raised my face, stared into my eyes, pursed his lips and smiled slightly, and said, "It's not too late to talk about it now."
While I was a little happy, I also felt a little bit depressed. What I was happy about was that he seemed to have calmed down, but what was frustrating was that he didn't give me a definite answer.
Seeing the weird smile on his face, I felt so depressed that I turned his body over hard, faced his back, gritted my teeth and waved my fists. He turned around suddenly, I smiled coquettishly, took back my hands,
Turn around slowly and give him a back hug.
He laughed hoarsely twice, turned over my body, rested his chin on my head, and hugged me tightly.
From then on, maybe he noticed something, and he returned to the room a little earlier every day. I felt extremely depressed, but there was nothing I could do about it.
After everything was fully investigated, Hongshi was removed from the yellow belt and handed over to his twelfth emperor uncle Yunqi to restrain and raise him. Because of this incident, there was no festive atmosphere in the palace where the end of the year was approaching in two days, and the palace maids
The eunuchs were still cautious and cautious in their words and deeds.
Feeling unhappy, he wandered around the palace.
Suddenly bursts of children's laughter sounded like silver bells, just like a person walking at night in the cold winter and suddenly looking at a red charcoal stove waiting for him in front of him.