[Qing Chuan] Have a meal in the harem

The autumn of Kangxi's tenth year was a truly eventful one.

On the front foot, the first prince was seriously ill and died young, and on the back foot, the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang also suffered from health problems, oh... There was also a concubine Lin Jiashu who had a miscarriage in the middle.

Xu felt that it was unlucky, Kangxi asked someone to do several religious ceremonies, and many people in the palace did their best to copy Buddhist scriptures for the empress dowager to pray for blessings.

In November, there was already a light snowfall, and the weather was cold, so the charcoal fire in the house was quickly used up, especially Yimin still had the habit of cooking supper by herself.

Fortunately, according to Yimin's example, there are [-] catties of charcoal a day in winter, even if it is a bit extravagant, it is still enough.

But concubine Su Shu can't do it anymore. She only needs ten catties of charcoal a day, which is ordinary black charcoal. She usually boils hot water and lights the stove. Don't even think about burning charcoal in the whole house like Yi Min. At most, it's just a little bit colder at night. .

So during the daytime, she brings her only lady-in-waiting, Xiaoqiu, to Yimin's room to do needlework, and most of the time she also eats with Yimin. Originally, Xiao Linzi only needed to take food from Yimin's own room, but now she has to Take back the meals of concubine Su Shu's master and servant from the dining room.

Concubine Su Shu was a little embarrassed, so she asked Xiao Qiu to go to the dining room with him.

Yi Min is satisfied with Concubine Su Shu's knowledge and interest, and doesn't mind if she comes to make some charcoal fire, anyway, charcoal is to be burned, and people come to enjoy the fire with their own food, not to borrow money.

Yimin was lying on the desk copying the Buddhist scriptures, and when she finished writing the last word, Qingmei quickly took it and put it aside, and then Luliu helped her spread another layer of paper.

Turning out the dead fish eyes, Yimin threw away the pen and quit.

"Copy every day, copy every day! I can recite everything I copy, who will read it, you see?" Yi Min was angry. These two days, green plums and green willows are like chicken blood. If you catch her, you will be forced to She copied the scriptures, opened her mouth and closed her mouth, so she simply became a monk together.

Luliu replied solemnly: "Anyway, the young master has nothing else to do, and idleness is idleness. Copying scriptures can not only meditate but also pass the time."

Yimin looked at her in disbelief, she held her heart and squeezed out two tears, "You have changed, you are not the green willow I know, you give me back the green willow I know..."

"My lord, after copying Buddhist scriptures ten times, the Luliu you know will come back, so copy quickly, lord!"

Unexpectedly, one day she would be choked by the green willow, Yi Min was speechless for a while, her eyes widened.

Qingmei looked at the two of them playing tricks with some tiredness, "My lord, you should quickly copy it. Two days ago, concubine Guo Luoluo copied the Medicine Master's Sutra ten times and presented it in front of the Buddha. The emperor was so touched that he summoned him for many days. Everyone in the palace followed suit, and the servants also heard that Concubine Tong Shu dripped blood into the ink and copied blood scriptures for the Empress Dowager..."

Yi Min wanted to say: You are not better than Concubine Tong Shu.

Blood dripping into the ink, hehe, since Cousin Tong dared to say something, it must be true that blood dripping, it hurts to think about it.

But I also know that I can't say this, so I dare to whisper in my heart.

Going back to Nao, Yimin finished copying the Medicine Master's Sutra honestly.

Sometimes it’s not what you did, but what you didn’t do. Others copied it, but you didn’t copy it, then you just didn’t think about the empress dowager’s health, and didn’t share the worries of the emperor.

How narrow-minded the emperor is, he does not seek merit but seeks no faults.

The full text of the Pharmacist’s Sutra is 670 characters, and the calligraphy is slow to write. Even if she copied from morning to night except for eating and sleeping, Yimin copied it steadily for six days. After copying, she was haggard. She felt like she was back in the college entrance examination.

Guo Luoluo Lanjin, who took the lead in copying the scriptures, made a firm note in his heart: Don't bring such a scam!

Guo Luoluo Lanjin is now the most unpopular person at the Kunning Palace tea party. The other concubines copy books with blue eyes and black heads, but she is the only one with a red face and a windy walk that makes people feel heartbroken.

……

For six days in a row, except for the tea party, she had no time to visit Zhuo Yuan to play. After finally being liberated, she ran to Chengqian Palace in good spirits after a short rest.

Now Yimin enters Chengqian Palace just like entering her own home, she enters and exits without notification.

In Chengqian Palace, Zhuo Yuan was practicing calligraphy in the study.

Compared with Yi Min, Zhuo Yuan was much more comfortable. She just copied it twice, and the rest was done by the maids around her. Yi Min also wanted to do the same, but she didn't have Zhuo Yuan's confidence.

Seeing Yimin coming in, Zhuo Yuan put down his pen, came over and pulled her to the table, holding a stack of written big characters, and asked her like a treasure: "Which one do you think is better?"

Yimin jokingly asked: "What? I say which one is better and you give it to me?"

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yuan said very seriously: "Which one do you think is better, I will give it to you."

When she was taken aback by what she said, Yimin couldn't help but get serious. She picked up the rice paper and looked at it carefully one by one. There were quite a lot in this stack, more than 30 sheets, but only four words were written: Ning, Wen, Shu, Jia.

In all fairness, Zhuo Yuan's writing style is clear and upright, and his strokes are full of character. Yimin really likes it, and he is very serious about his choices.

First, the best one was selected from each character, and then the characters 'Shu' and 'Jia' were taken out, and the word 'Ning' was hesitated for a while, and the character 'Wen' was finally selected.

This one is the best written!

"It's agreed that this one is mine." She put the rice paper away preciously.

Zhuo Yuan winked and smiled at her, and she said, "Okay, it's yours now."

……

After all, the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang was getting old, and her illness took half a month to get better. The palace was still not as comfortable and livable as the palace.

"The emperor's grandmother will bring some imperial physicians and servants with her when she goes to Tangquan this time. She scared her grandson a few days ago."

Kangxi tasted the decoction himself, and then helped the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang to use the medicine. Lagu Su Ma, who was around Xiaozhuang, praised Kangxi for his filial piety.

Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang leaned on the bed and did not speak, looking at her grandson with a kind smile, she did not end up with a good son, and simply having a good grandson was enough.

Now that she is older, she doesn't want to care about those trivial matters. The world is booming. Although Horqin is not considered powerful, she has become stronger and stronger on the grassland with the help of her in-laws.

When he came back to his senses, he was even more relieved to see Kangxi who was chattering.

Seeing that Kangxi was distracted when he was talking about building a palace, he interrupted: "Where is it worth building? Tangquan is not as spacious as the palace, but it is enough for the Ai family and the queen mother. Besides, the Ai family is going to support themselves. , the emperor is repairing and expanding the house called Ai, how can he live in it?"

The Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang is not a person who likes extravagance, but Kangxi felt very guilty. His grandmother wanted to cultivate in the palace when she was old, but he couldn't even dedicate a better palace to her.

Does this sound like a word?

I became more and more determined in my heart, but on the surface, I followed Xiaozhuang's words, "The grandson can't serve in front of the emperor's grandmother every day, and I feel extremely uneasy. I always want to make up for it, so that the emperor's grandmother is embarrassed. This is my grandson. No."

The Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang became more heartwarming when she heard this, and took her grandson's hand to comfort her carefully: "The emperor is attached to the world. Although Ai's family is in the palace, they know the emperor's hard work. They are proud and pity in their hearts. There is no shortage of servants around Ai's family." , but there is only one emperor in the world, and the emperor should put the world first."

Kangxi was so moved that he immediately said: "The grandson cannot serve beside the grandmother, but the concubines in the harem are also considered royal people, why not choose a few to go to the palace with the emperor's grandmother and the queen mother, which can be regarded as a little filial piety for the grandson... ..."

Who is the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang? As soon as Kangxi said this, she became alert.

Sure enough, Kangxi's next sentence was: "The grandson looks at the Borzigit concubine. It's not bad. She was born in Horqin like the imperial grandmother. I think I can accompany the imperial grandmother to relieve boredom..."

"Your Majesty!" Xiao Zhuang interrupted him in a gentle tone, "I heard that the harem was copying scriptures and praying for Ai's family during the period when Ai's family was ill. The emperor really has a heart."

The scriptures were obviously copied by concubines in the harem, but in the end Xiaozhuang counted them all in Kangxi's filial piety.

Kangxi didn't think there was a problem either, he said humbly: "It was also a good start by concubine Guo Luoluo, which attracted everyone to follow suit."

Xiaozhuang smiled kindly: "That's also the emperor's filial piety, and the concubines only follow suit. The Ai family also heard that Concubine Tong Shu copied the blood scriptures, yo...that's a painstaking effort!"

"Concubine Tong Shu really took care."

Kangxi understood, he followed his grandmother and said, "Then let Concubine Guo Luoluo and Concubine Tong accompany Grandmother to Tangquan to recuperate."

But he was still a little unwilling, "Plus..."

Xiaozhuang acted as if she didn't know what he meant, she said firmly: "Let's add Concubine Dong Shu, didn't the emperor still say she was funny last time? It happened that Ai's family had a bad appetite during this time, so she took away the emperor's beloved. gone."

Concubine Dong Shu was mentioned suddenly, Kangxi didn't think of it for a while, but recalled later, when he saw the emperor's grandmother had a bad appetite when he had a meal in the Palace of Compassion and Peace last time, he mentioned it by the way, when the emperor's grandmother refused, he then I didn't take it to heart either.

The old grandmother spoke, and Kangxi naturally would not refuse, "What is this, it is Concubine Dong Shu's blessing to serve the imperial grandmother, so let her serve too."

So... Yimin was packed into Xiaozhuang's team like this.

……

Walking out of the Compassionate Palace, Kangxi sighed: It seems that the imperial grandmother has not given up on giving birth to an elder brother with the blood of Borzigit.

Inside the Cining Palace.

Aunt Su Ma was also sighing, she persuaded the Empress Dowager Xiao Zhuang: "Ge Ge, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so why are you stubborn?"

Xiaozhuang ate back the idea of ​​"no longer in charge" just now.

She had her own insistence, and she said angrily: "The Ai family just wants an elder brother who is biased towards Horqin. The queen already has a son, and the emperor's status is stable. Is the Ai family's request too much?"

Aunt Su Ma said inwardly: A little bit.

But she understood Xiaozhuang's thoughts. Xiaozhuang was worried that after she and the queen mother passed away, Horqin would lose the bridge connecting Qing Dynasty and be suppressed by other tribes.

Let Aunt Su Ma say that Xiao Zhuang thinks too much, even dynasties have a lifespan, let alone Horqin?How can there be any real longevity!

But Xiaozhuang didn't think so, she married Huang Taiji as the object of consolidating Horqin's marriage with the Qing Dynasty.

She spent her best years in the palace, for her husband, for her son, and for her grandson, but she left her best memories on the grassland. Since then, she has been thinking about the sky of the grassland all her life, and her obsession is deep-rooted.

Horqin is her home!