[Qing Chuan] Have a meal in the harem

Qianqing Palace, noon.

"Your Majesty, try this crystal plum cake. It's sweet and soft. I think it's very good!"

Kangxi laughed twice, "You, don't you think it's good to eat?"

Even though he said so, he still took a sip according to Yimin's words, and praised: "It's really good, the dim sum chefs in the imperial dining room have improved their skills," and let Liang Jiugong remember the reward.

Yimin smiled innocently and innocently.

These days, Kangxi summoned Yimin, Concubine Tong, and Concubine Guo Luoluo three people in turn. On the surface, they were impartial and could be called masters of Duanshui.

The more he was like this, the more Yimin felt that he was holding back a big move.

Whenever he talked about the Empress Dowager, Yimin would talk about the scenery of Yiningyuan, and when he talked about Concubine Tong Shu, Yimin would talk about how he picked up Xueer and Zhaocai, how cute the little guy is, anyway, he never commented .

After two visits like this, Kangxi also understood, and he didn't get angry, he just laughed at her for being timid.

Yi Min wanted to cry and said: "The concubine is indeed timid, the emperor always scares the concubine knowing it well."

"I didn't scare you, but you scare yourself. How can you be so timid?" So said, but Kangxi smiled on his face.

Seeing this, Yimin knew that he was not dissatisfied, and she didn't care about getting a cautious poke.

In Kangxi's eyes, timidity is not a bad thing.

……

Kangxi 11th year, New Year's Day.

Except for Concubine Ma Jiashu who was still in confinement, everyone was celebrating the new year in the banquet hall of Qianqing Palace.

Halfway through the banquet, there was another batch of singing and dancing, and Yi Min seldom took small bites of dried tea. This time, plum blossom wine was served, which was more mellow and higher in strength than the apricot blossom liqueur during the Mid-Autumn Palace banquet. .

"Emperor Grandmother!" Kangxi raised his voice a little higher, even Yi Min who was sitting far away could hear it.

Liang Jiugong stopped singing and dancing with a wink, and everyone stopped joking. All eyes were on Kangxi and the Empress Dowager.

The Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang looked at Kangxi with loving eyes, and asked, "What's wrong with the emperor?"

With a drunken look on Kangxi's face, he got up and sat next to the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, with admiration in his eyes, "Grandmother, concubine Ma Jia gave birth to an elder brother a few days ago, you were still in the palace and couldn't see it." I see, I haven't been able to hug the emperor's grandmother for a few days after returning to the palace..."

"It's cold in winter, and children are young and tender. They should be finer. In a few days, it will be the full moon ceremony. It will not be too late to see the great-grandson again. The emperor has many children and blessings. The Ai family is also very happy. Ma Jiashu The concubine has made great achievements in giving birth to the prince, and the Ai family has already prepared a reward..."

Unlike the concubines and concubines in the hall who were envious and jealous towards Concubine Ma Jiashu, Yi Min looked at the scene in front of her with a flash of understanding in her heart.

—Is it this time?

as predicted.

"...The imperial grandmother has always been well-read and memorized, and the grandson also admires it very much. Why not let the imperial grandmother choose the name of the little elder brother."

As soon as these words came out, Yi Min knew that she had guessed right.

Too many children died in Kangxi's early years, and Yi Min couldn't tell who was who, but he still has a little impression of the only one of Kangxi's 35 sons named in Mongolian.

——Sayin Chahun.

When she first read the novel, in order to find out what it meant, Yi Min even looked it up on Baidu, which was very memorable.

Because the name has no special meaning at all, two meanings can be derived from it, one is to commemorate the Mongolian grassland, and the other is to commemorate a deceased general Borzigit.

Different from other names full of blessings from elders, this little elder brother's name is more like a political symbol.

"Then why not call him Saiyinchahun, I hope he can be healthy, strong, brave and wise like Tuxietu Saiyinchahundorji." The Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang looked far away and felt deeply.

Yimin secretly glanced at Kangxi's face, but couldn't see anything, she still had a smile on her face, and looked at Zhuo Yuan who was looking at him from several seats away, both of them smiled slightly, and then looked away .

She dubbed Kangxi's voice in her heart: Why does my son, the prince of the Aixinjueluo family, act like a Mongolian general?

Kangxi seemed to be drunk, stood up and swayed a few times, then said slowly, "The name of the emperor's grandmother is very good, and the little elder brother is called Saiyinchahun."

The conversation on the high seat stopped, and the singing and dancing started again. Everyone praised the empress dowager for her knowledge and kindness, and praised the emperor for his filial piety.

She lowered her head and drank a glass of plum wine, and followed the people around her with a few casual words. Yimin fully understood the depth of Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang's Horqin plot.

After all, it had nothing to do with me, and Yi's sensitive words passed away.What really concerned her was: when did Kangxi plan to set the throne!

Not only Yimin, but also several well-informed people in the harem are looking forward to it. Concubines like Wang Jiashu and Li Shu, who have been in the palace for many years are still concubines. Hearing this good news, they think about it day and night. received the decree.

But what is disappointing is that Kangxi remained motionless until the year was almost over.

As if he wasn't the one who exposed the wind at the beginning.

……

In the 11th year of Kangxi, on the sixth day of the first month, it snowed heavily.

Snowflakes fell on the branches, and two charcoal pots were lit in the house, and another pot of freshly folded wintersweet was placed, and the cold fragrance burst out, which was very pleasant.

Yimin leaned against the window and looked at the snowman he piled up last night. The snowman was short and covered with Yimin's worn-out coat, which happened to be a festive silver-red color. From a distance, it looked like a snowman standing in the snow. A doll in red dresses well with the festive atmosphere.

"Fortune! Don't run outside," Qing Mei quickly pressed the little cat's paw that was about to move.

Zhaocai is like a bear child of the cat family, lively and active, full of curiosity about the world, longing for the white snow outside, and rushing out whenever he gets the chance.

But it is too young, it is in the fragile cub stage, Yimin is afraid of getting sick from the cold, so he does not allow Qingmei and others to let it out, this little guy is clever, and often Qingmeilvliu will hold it down all over the room .

Whenever this happened, Yimin would hold the hand stove and watch cheerfully.

"Qingmei, bring it into the house and give it the puppet you made yesterday to play with. With the toy, it won't run around all the time." After laughing, Yimin still gave a solution.

Because of the slippery snowy road, the empress avoided these two greetings. Yimin didn't have to go out for a long time, and she wore homely and half-worn clothes in the house, and wore a navy blue tangled flower on her hair. A pair of South Pearl earrings dangled from the ears.

Quite a warm and refreshing beauty.

"It hasn't been sunny for the past two days, and the little clothes I made for Zhaocai have been washed and left dry. Otherwise, put some clothes on it, so I won't be afraid that it will catch the cold when it goes out."

After pouring a cup of tea, Yi Min stood in front of the window with the cup in her hand, and felt the cold air. The cup, which was still hot to the touch, slowly cooled down, and she was too lazy to put it back, so she raised her hand and poured out all the water in the cup out the window.

The originally flat snow ground collapsed due to watering, Yimin felt a little happy, and sat on the small couch by the window and laughed.

Luliu, who was adding charcoal pieces by the side of the charcoal basin, heard this, looked back, and said helplessly, "Young master, you still say you are lucky, don't you not care about your body? It's so cold by the window!"

Yimin was still smiling, "I don't do this every day. It snows only one month a year. It's a pity to miss it. If you can see it as much as you can."

Not only did she not stay far away, she also stretched out her arms to catch the snowflakes, and her love was beyond words.

"Green Willow, do you know that I really wanted to go out to step on the snow one winter, but at that time I was so sick that I couldn't even get out of bed. Since then, I have made up my mind to take care of my health, and I will do it every year. I can come out and see the snow."

This is the first time that Yi Min took the initiative to mention the past to Lu Liu, and Lu Liu couldn't help but put down her hands and listened carefully.

She said very seriously: "The young master's body is very good now." Much better than ordinary women.

Yimin looked back at her holding five or six snowflakes, "But I haven't been out to play in the snow for almost three years."

She puffed up her cheeks slightly, with disappointment on her face, her heart softened instantly when she saw Lu Liu, she said softly: "Why don't you change into thick clothes, and my servant will accompany you out to see the snow?"

Hearing this, Yi Min showed surprise, stars rose again from her dim eyes, she nodded heavily, "Okay!"

Wrapped in thick clothes and a cloak to block the snow, and with Xing'er and Xiaotao holding umbrellas, surrounded by green willows, she walked to the grass outside the house.

When walking down the stone steps, Yi Min gently stretched out her feet to touch the snow, and felt a strange softness, she couldn't help holding Lu Liu's hand nervously, and took the first step carefully.

Step by step, until after walking about ten steps, she looked back at the series of footsteps, showing a very shallow smile, so she stopped looking back, walked straight to the snowman in red, and took off the flower hairpin on her head , on the snowman's head.

He leaned against Lu Liu and laughed a few times, "Okay, let's go back."

Like a child who secretly did something bad, she walked away from the crime scene excitedly and lightly.

Seeing Qingmei's disapproving gaze when she went back to the house, she pretended not to see it, walked around Qingmei, quickly took off her cloak and thick coat, and went to the back room to tease Zhaocai.

Behind her was Qingmei's anxious voice: "My lord, your shoes and socks are still wet..."

……

Not long after the snow stopped, the news that the Ministry of Internal Affairs began to create court clothes and crowns for concubines and concubines spread like wildfire.

The entire harem was filled with an atmosphere of excitement and anxiety. The Kunning Palace tea party was discussing this matter openly and secretly, and the empress was visibly busy.

The atmosphere in Yongshou Palace was good, the original urgency and apprehension were all wiped away by Kangxi's hanging for a few days, and Yimin was even in the mood to paint a small dress for Zhaocai.

When faced with inquiries from others, including Qingmei and others, she always maintained a calm attitude, and blocked any temptation with a sentence: 'It's all up to the emperor's arrangement'.

Zhuo Yuan and Concubine Tong Shu also acted like her.

Most of the concubines who still have brains have become more honest these days.

The rest are those who can't figure out the tricks, so don't worry too much about them.