[Qing Chuan] Have a meal in the harem

Queen Renxiao is a very virtuous queen.

Even for various reasons, Concubine Hui, who disliked Empress Renxiao the most, was convinced by her in her heart.

And just like a country cannot be without a king for a day, it is not a problem that the harem always has no owner, especially the big and small things in the harem are actually quite a lot.

The so-called dominance of the harem actually means that the concubines, female officials, and maids of honor in the harem are all subjects of the empress. The empress is to the harem just like the emperor is to the previous dynasty.

They are all like Dinghaishenzhen.

Once the panic of the queen's sudden death passed, the discussion about the Empress Lixin never stopped before going to the harem.

The most competitive one is naturally the highest-ranking imperial concubine Zhaojia in the palace, followed by Kangxi's cousin, concubine Tong from the mother's family of Empress Xiao Kangzhang.

Oh... In fact, there is another one, Gege from Horqin, the natal family of the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, but neither Kangxi, Niu Kulu's family nor the Tong family paid attention to this.

Leaving aside, just look at Concubine Xianjing and the current Empress Dowager, and you will know that the emperor of Aixinjueluo's family really doesn't want to see the Mongol empress, and the lessons learned by Concubine Borzigit are still in the palace.

Although Concubine Borzigit herself was not embarrassed, she couldn't bear the embarrassment for her.

Coming out of the Compassionate Palace again, Kangxi angrily smashed his favorite inkstone.

"Everyone is staring at the position of the queen. How long has it been since Queen Renxiao passed away!" Clenching his fist tightly, Kangxi slammed his fist on the armrest of the chair, "Bastard!"

I don't know who I'm scolding.

Several waiters at the side hurriedly came to comfort him, such as Liang Jiugong, the chief eunuch of the Qianqing Palace, he knelt down in front of Kangxi with a sliding shovel, and said in panic, "Your Majesty, don't want to hurt the dragon's body."

"The servant knows that the emperor misses Empress Renxiao, and is in grief, but the emperor's body is the well-being of all people in the world, and he is the body of a real dragon and emperor, so he must not lose a single bit."

Observing the emperor's expression secretly, Liang Jiugong added another sentence: "And you have a little elder brother to take care of!"

little elder brother.

Guaranteed!

Thinking of the son-in-law left behind by Empress Renxiao, Kangxi finally calmed down. He first asked, "Is Baocheng okay today? Did he cry? Did he sleep?..."

Liang Jiugong knew better than anyone else that Brother Baocheng was the emperor's darling, and he dared not lose any news about him, so he quickly replied with a smile: "If you go back to the emperor, the wet nurse only fed the milk half an hour ago, and now the baby Brother is still asleep."

Entering the inner hall of the Qianqing Palace, Kangxi looked at the soft son-in-law, his eyes were very gentle. This is his child with the empress. The outline resembles him, but the eyebrows and eyes are very much like the empress.

The sleeping child smacked his lips and moved his tiny little fingers from time to time, completely unaware of the feeling of sadness.

After spending an hour with his son-in-law in the inner hall, Kangxi returned to the front hall to deal with government affairs. After a while, he raised his head and said expressionlessly, "Tu Hai, a cabinet scholar..."

Liang Jiugong's expression turned serious, and he took orders to make arrangements.

……

At a time when the dark tide was turbulent in the front and rear palaces, the Chengqian Palace, which was the center of the topic, was very able to hold back.

Sang Ruoben had outstanding skills, and with Zhuo Yuan's guidance and support behind him, Chengqian Palace was strictly hierarchical and orderly. At this important moment, Chengqian Palace remained motionless and maintained its original state.

Not only is no one arrogant and complacent, but everyone is introspective and cautious at every step. Sang Ruo and a group of confidantes and maids are always watching closely.

Yi Min was extremely envious.

When will her Yongshou Palace be able to cultivate like this.

"Amin's heart is too soft, it won't work." Zhuo Yuan finished practicing the last big character, put away the pen, and said with a smile.

The name of Empress Wen's kindness did not come for no reason.

Since entering the Yongshou Palace, although the rewards and punishments have been moderate, if any palace servants who are found to be malicious are found, at most they are turned back to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and they are neither punished nor sent to the Ministry of Punishment.

Even if there is Aunt Lu later, at most the regulations will be more stringent, everyone should be vigilant, and the general direction is still lenient.

Just like the ancients said, "Compassion does not command soldiers", such a person will be loved by subordinates and subordinates, but it is difficult to get the awe of the subordinates.

With a faint smile, Yi Min kept silent.

Doesn't she know what she's doing is inappropriate?

of course I know.

But there is no way, as long as I think about beating a board and using torture, I will dream of my red and professional father glaring at her in his previous life, as if he wanted to follow the historical line to give her a hammer.

There is a sense of guilt that drives history backwards.

When she was a child, Grandpa held her and sat on the rocking chair under the camphor tree, and slowly told her the truth that the old man summed up his life, teaching her to be a kind person.

The night before she left home for college, when her mother had a heart-to-heart talk with her, she taught her to never forget her original intention, respect herself, respect others, and respect life.

Even if she can no longer bear Huan's knees, Yimin doesn't want to forget her parents' precepts and deeds, and doesn't want to lose her inner self.

How to give up?

How can you bear it?

It was created by the person who loves her the most with more than 20 years of hard work, care and patience.

This is also her most stubborn obsession.

Although she was in the imperial palace of the Qing Dynasty, what she cared about was the vibrant land lit by red flames—that was her country, her hometown!

Feeling the sadness in Yimin's heart, Zhuo Yuan's eyes showed soft pity, he pressed her shoulder, and said seriously: "Amin, this is very good, very good!"

She nodded heavily, sincerely.

Anyway, Amin is not like her, she has to be prepared for various situations at all times and deal with various emergencies.

The two chose two completely different paths, and the methods they used were naturally different.What's more... Even if Amin can't learn her art of imperial concubine, how many people in the harem can learn Amin's leniency?

Everyone in Yongshou Palace spontaneously supported her, even if there were some nails and unclean hands and feet, they would be picked out by the surrounding eyes and driven out cleanly.

Although Amin is tolerant by nature, he is not a conniving one. He also has Aunt Lu and Qingmei Luliu who are loyal.

Although Yongshou Palace seems to be loose, it has a spirit of its own, which is definitely not something that others can easily take advantage of.

Zhuo Yuan could see it clearly, and Yi Min, the person involved, naturally also understood it.

Deliberately expose this topic.

Yi Min's eyes fell on the big characters that Zhuo Yuan had just finished writing, and she let out a slight 'huh', feeling a little surprised.

Different from the stable and peaceful ones in the past, this time the handwriting and strokes reveal an undisguised sharpness, like a straight attacking sword, which is unparalleled and unparalleled!

Can't help but forget the previous sadness, looked up to see her good friend.

"A Yuan..." Do you have thousands of thoughts in your heart that you have never said?

Before she could ask, Sang Ruo came in and reported: "Your Majesty, someone from the Qianqing Palace has come to announce the decree!" Her voice trembled, even though she was trying to calm herself, she still revealed the excitement of being at a loss.

The two people who were still talking tenderly were surprised.

After tidying up in a hurry, he hurried to the main hall.

The cabinet scholar Tu Hai held the imperial edict in his hand, with a solemn face, when he saw the two of them, he saluted first, and then said in a deep voice: "Imperial concubine, please accept the edict."

Zhuo Yuan calmly knelt down, Yimin took a deep breath and knelt down with her.

"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the imperial edict said: Zhaojia's noble concubine Niu Kulu, dignified and elegant, intelligent and agile, is a model of the harem. Today, she can be conferred the title of imperial concubine, and she is in charge of the harem. I respect you."

Everyone present, except Zhuo Yuan and Yi Min, all felt a huge gap, and Sang Ruo and his confidants were even more unbelievable.

This is different from what I imagined!

Why is it the imperial concubine, shouldn't it be the queen?So what if the same deputy queen is in charge of the harem, that's not the queen, why is that?

A smile appeared on Tuhai Suban's face, he added one more word, and said the previous words again.

"Imperial Concubine, please accept the order."

There was no fluctuation in his gaze from the beginning to the end, and Zhuo Yuan's every move was impeccable.

"The concubine accepts the order, thank the emperor for his kindness."

Asking people to send the college student away respectfully, Zhuo Yuan turned around and asked Sang Ruo and a few nuns to restrain Chengqian Palace. Seeing that their atmosphere was slightly depressed, she narrowed her eyes, "What, what should I do? Do you still use this palace to teach you?"

Everyone restrained their faces and said in a low voice: "Don't dare!"

Bringing each other back to the study, Yimin tried to comfort her with organizational sentences.

Unexpectedly, seeing her frown, Zhuo Yuan burst out laughing with a 'puchi', his face was soft, and there was no haze in his eyes.

Yimin:?

"Don't worry, Amin, I already guessed that the emperor will not make me a queen at this time." Zhuo Yuan's face was calm and calm, with a calm demeanor.

For some reason, Yimin was not surprised at all.

She looked at each other silently.

Zhuo Yuan talked eloquently: "Empress Renxiao's new funeral is in such a posture. At that time, no matter what happened in the past, from now on, Empress Renxiao will be infinitely beautified in the emperor's heart."

She was very emotional, "I have to say that Queen Renxiao made the most appropriate choice at the most appropriate time,"

Putting down the Hesheli family and choosing the newborn prince undoubtedly lowered the emperor's vigilance and magnified his grief.

As long as the first prince can grow up safely, why worry about the Hesheli family not being famous?

If you look at the current Tong family, you will understand that Empress Xiaokangzhang has passed away, but as long as the emperor is here, the Tong family will continue to prosper.

"Under such circumstances, even for the sake of this little elder brother, it is impossible for the emperor to take the throne at this time." Otherwise, the former empress' son will be in an embarrassing situation.

Even though Empress Renxiao is blocking her queen's way at this moment, Zhuo Yuan still has a little admiration for her.

Not everyone has this sober vigor.

She came to a conclusion, "Three years!" She was extremely determined.

"For at least three years, either Elder Brother Baocheng will live and be crowned prince, or Elder Brother Baocheng will die young and need a new son, otherwise the emperor will never become an heir!"

Yimin looked at her strangely, at this moment Zhuo Yuan had a soft light in her eyes, dazzled.

She has known Zhuo Yuan's intelligence for a long time, but she really saw her standing here, explaining to her the control of Kangxi and the supreme emperor's mind in the feudal society with a confident attitude.

Yi Min was still shocked.

After living in the harem for a long time, she gradually discovered that all the feudal women she thought she was originally had a delicate heart.

Being able to bend and stretch, following the trend... Everyone is trying their best to find the maximum freedom within the rigid rules.

Status, favor, even children!All are derived from desire.

If you are dissatisfied with what you have, go for what others don't give you, and take it yourself.

And...perhaps because they are too close to the imperial power, many of them despise the existing rules more or less.

For example, when the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang offended Concubine Tong, they didn't say that you were of high status or seniority, they just talked about filial piety, respect and inferiority...they went straight up, don't say anything else, whoever you are, just tear your face off. Tear your face, who is afraid of whom!

Regardless of whether this behavior is correct or not, this spirit of resistance is worth encouraging.

For example, Zhuo Yuan, who is standing here now, doesn't care about trying to figure out the emperor's heart, what is Kangxi's mind, just guess, what can he do?

For example, other people in the harem, they long for Kangxi's favor, and use various resources to obtain it, whether it is to curry favor with outstanding appearance, attract with talent, or borrow family status...

Are they wanting nothing but seeking the emperor's and husband's happiness?

No.

Because they want to get more things from Kangxi, status, glory and wealth, grace to the mother's family, safe and healthy children.

So they are desperate, because these are clearly priced, and only the best of them will have the opportunity to taste the fruits of success!It is the sweet smell of the fruit that attracts them, it is the smell of power.

What is it like to integrate one's blood into the imperial power, stand on the top of the country, and look down?

The harem is an imperial examination for women in feudal society.

Everyone tried their best, and the one who got the last laugh after the big waves washed the sand was the champion.

Men and women are superior and inferior, and their status is superior and inferior.

It's all downplayed in the harem.

Because here, under the siege of the feudal society, is a battlefield exclusively for women!

It is one of the few paths for them to gain power and status, and it is the place where so many women who are not willing to be ordinary go to.

Women who follow the rules cannot survive here, and those who can live comfortably here are the best and most rebellious!

Raising his hand and shaking it in front of his friend, Zhuo Yuan asked suspiciously: "Amin, Amin, what's wrong, what are you thinking?"

Come back to your senses.

Yi Min looked at her and slowly revealed a bright smile.

She said: "I was thinking, when you get old and your hair is all white, you must be the most elegant old lady."

Zhuo Yuan also laughed, "At that time, Amin will praise me again, it's too early now."

……

In the 13th year of Kangxi, in October, there was a gentle breeze in Chengqian Palace.

The difference between an imperial concubine and a noble concubine probably lies in the management of a harem.

After the appointment of the imperial concubine with the deputy empress, everyone in the harem began to clock in at work again, and the original tea party was moved from Kunning Palace to Chengqian Palace.

It was the first time that there was no mountain on top of his head to really take charge of the harem. Zhuo Yuan didn't make any changes as soon as he came up, because many of the regulations set by Empress Renxiao were very suitable and there were no defects.

It was also to take care of Kangxi's sensitive nerves.

I heard that after the last time he had a dispute with the Empress Dowager, he went to the Palace of Compassion to Peace for half a month to ask Andu for half a stick of incense and then left, almost meeting each other before running away.

Everything related to Empress Renxiao and Brother Baocheng can arouse his vigilance.

Yi Min squinted her eyes, put the remaining half of the dim sum into her mouth, and said 'Tsk' in her heart. When I was alive, I never saw you being so affectionate and friendly. For the sake of your son-in-law, what kind of force did you make? As a result, the person is gone now, but suddenly the love is as deep as the sea.

Seeing him like that, I'm afraid I'll be moved to death.

Shaking her head not to think about the scumbag emperor, Yimin looked around.

There is not much difference between Chengqian Palace and Kunning Palace in the past, except that those who were holding the former empress are now holding Zhuo Yuan, and Yimin's seat has been moved forward, and now she is sitting on the right hand side of Concubine Tong , the opposite is Concubine Rong.

Although she was not directly canonized as a queen, once the imperial concubine came out, Concubine Tong's already slim dream of being a queen was completely abolished.

Since Concubine Rong lost her two sons in a row, she has been quiet a lot, most of the time she is silent.

The two of them were very depressed, which made Yi Min feel embarrassed and danced, so she could only maintain the usual Buddhist posture. For a while, the circle of the highest seat in Chengqian Palace seemed to be a vacuum, extremely quiet.

Speaking of this Chengqian Palace, Yimin is really like her own family, even the maid who serves her tea will serve an extra plate, with a friendly smile on top, and the service attitude is the best in the audience.

After the meeting was over, everyone else left in twos and threes, but Yi Min remained motionless as if stuck to a chair, watching them leave with a smile.

She is not like them.

She was going to stay for another lunch.

"Try this rotten fish fillet," Yi Min tasted it carefully, found it delicious, and quickly recommended it to Zhuo Yuan.

The court lady with low eyebrows and ordinary face came in quietly, whispered in Zhuo Yuan's ear, and said something softly.

Yi Min immediately shut up obediently.

It was quite a long speech, Yimin had eaten a piece of fish, and she hadn't finished speaking yet.

Zhuo Yuan's expression changed from a frown at the beginning to a pensive one, and he waved his hand to let the palace maid go down, without being affected, he was still interested in tasting a piece of fried fish, nodded and said: "It's really good."

She didn't mean to hide anything, and said bluntly: "The emperor decreed that my half-sister, Gefuhe, was named Dorogege, and married to Nuomen Erhetu, the son of Prince Horqin Doro, and the marriage was completed in half a year."

"At this time, the imperial decree should have arrived at the mansion."

Yi Min put down her chopsticks and frowned, "Korqin? Prince Doro's son?"

Isn't this usually the marriage partner of the princess or Heshuogege?

Before and after the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, there were eight Princess Guang who were allowed to marry Horqin.

Although the Manchu-Mongolian marriage is an old custom, it is limited to the royal family. Throughout the Qing Dynasty, there were more than 500 Manchu-Mongolian marriages, of which more than 400 were married to princesses and clan princesses.

Rubbing the beads on the wrist, Zhuo Yuan closed his eyes and said: "It is the emperor's comfort to Ama, and she is the queen." After Lord Ye Bilong retreated bravely, the relationship between the monarch and his subjects improved a lot.

This is also called appeasement?Marry a daughter far away?

Yimin was dumbfounded.

But calm down and think about it, it seems to be understandable. Although Horqin is far away, he is rich!Horqin has been married since the marriage of three heavyweights, Empress Zhezhe, Concubine Hai Lanzhu of Guanju Palace, and Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang.

He became a well-known big dog family on the grassland, not only occupying the best grassland, but also the best living conditions, and was very close to the Qing Dynasty, and most of the princesses who married there did not die young.

Moreover, the status of Prince Doro's son is really not low, and it is not a loss to match Princess Gulun.

but……

Yi Min looked at Zhuo Yuan, "I remember your elder sister married Monan!"

Master Ye Bilong already has a daughter who is married to Mongolia.

"That's why Duoluogege was sealed again," Zhuo Yuan said as he put a piece of duck strips into the opponent's bowl.

Only the daughters of the prince's side Fujin, and the daughters of the county king's sons, can be granted the title of Duoluogege. This title is really not bad, and it is very suitable to be added as a comfort.

Seeing her complexion, Yimin asked curiously, "Aren't you worried?"

Why doesn't seem to care at all.

"Governor has been smart since she was a child, but with me here, she has only two choices, either entering the palace or marrying lowly. Either way, she is wronged. Now it is already very good. Even Geforge himself should It's more joyful."

"And apart from the fact that the distance is too far, there is nothing wrong with this marriage. I have seen that prince who went to Beijing last year. Among the many Mongolian nobles, he is not bad."

Originally, Ge Fuhe's path was determined to be dead. She had to enter the palace to help her elder sister, but for her elder sister, she could only be in a low position for a day, or she would be married at a low level, so as to lower the emperor's wariness of the Niu Kulu family and the imperial concubine. .

At present, the situation is turning around. Being able to be Dorogege, the prince's concubine, and the hereditary prince's concubine in the future is a happy event. As for the others, there is nothing to worry about when the soldiers come to cover them up.

Yi Min gnawed on the duck strips, thinking, will there be Concubine Wen Xi again?

She asked aloud: "Are there any younger sisters in A Yuan's family?"

Zhuo Yuan immediately understood her hidden meaning, "There are three younger sisters, but the eldest fourth younger sister is only nine years old this year." When she grows up, the situation will change forever.

——That is gone.

"Sister is overjoyed, as a sister, you can't help suppress the situation?" Yimin asked with a smile.

A noble concubine who lost her daughter and died early may not necessarily have a powerful Mongolian princess.

"Gefuhe's dowry is handled by his own family, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs should also prepare a Dorogege-level dowry. When Nuomen Erhetu comes to Beijing to welcome his relatives, I will just send some rare things. It's still early ,Not in a hurry."

……

Not long after returning to Yongshou Palace, Yi Min was approached by Zhang Guiren with three arms in her arms.

Perhaps seeing that Concubine Wen really had no intention of separating their mother and daughter, Zhang Guiren gradually recovered her former high EQ. She knew that if she wanted to raise a child well, she could not do without the help of the hostess.

Just like when she was pregnant with Big Gege and gave birth to Big Gege in the past, she was not as relaxed and at ease when she was pregnant with Three Gege. She didn't have to worry about anything, and Empress Wen would arrange everything properly.

Holding the eight-month-old fat girl in her arms, Yimin sat down on the floor after walking two steps.

It's too overwhelming, I can't hold it.

Zhang Guiren took good care of her during pregnancy, and the baby she gave birth to is also very healthy. She has not had a single illness in the past half a year since she was born.The little girl is a good-natured girl, she won't cry when hugged by anyone, and she loves to smile at you.

"How are the wet nurses serving? Are you still dedicated?" Yimin asked after returning the child to Zhang Guiren.

Zhang Guiren hurriedly said: "Everything is fine, the wet nurse is very careful, thanks to the mother's concern, I come here every two days, the wet nurse and the nurses can't wait to watch Gege all the time, I don't know how to be grateful."

Now Zhang Guiren only wants to restore the relationship with Concubine Wen, and he really wants to learn from Aunt Lu, so he must praise him when he speaks.

After a long time, Yimin has become a little immune, and can calmly nod to the rainbow farts of the two of them, and occasionally feel that listening too much is boring.

"Just yesterday, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent a piece of cloud satin. You can use it to make some coats for San Gege. Children grow up fast, and the clothes cost a little."

"By the way," Yimin teased San Gege in her arms, and asked, "Have you decided on San Gege's nickname?"

Kangxi's daughters are rarely named, and they are usually called by a certain style. Only when they are married are they given titles, such as Princess Rongxian, Princess Wenxian, etc. The title is their future name, and others will only Call her by her title.

But it's also okay to call him by a nickname in private, at most, Yimin will find Kangxi in a good mood and report to him.

Concubine Rong's Ergege also took a Manchu name of Yaliqi, which translates to "little sweet fruit" in Chinese.

Most of the princesses in the Qing Dynasty were destined to be close relatives. Although Kangxi did not pay as much attention to his daughters as his sons, he was more loving and tolerant, and did not ask so much.

Therefore, Yimin saw that the little girl was almost eight months old, and she was still called three-peg three-peg. She felt a little shabby and aggrieved, so she asked Zhang Guiren to think of a name by herself, and made it clear that she would tell the emperor.

"The concubine was born as a court lady, so I really don't know much about it. Even though I have a thousand words in my heart, I can't think of a good name. I can only show my face today and ask the empress to choose a nickname for Sangege."

Zhang Guiren's posture was very low, with a completely loving mother's demeanor.

Yimin was noncommittal about her humble words, but since she said so, Yimin took over the task and lowered her head to think.

In her heart, she wanted to have a Chinese name, but considering Kangxi's attitude, she reluctantly gave up.

"Let's call her Tai Fenzhu. I hope she will live in peace forever."

Yimin stretched out her finger, touched her little fist lightly, and smiled as she was tightly held in the palm of her hand.

"Her Huang Ama is the most honorable person in the world. As a princess of the Qing Dynasty, she has everything when she is born. I wish her good health, happiness, peace and happiness forever."

"Tai Fen Zhu, Tai Fen Zhu, Kang Ning's daughter..." Zhang Guiren read it over and over several times, very happy, and nodded heavily, "Yes, as long as you are healthy and healthy, we don't ask for anything else."

Seeing her hugging Tai Fenzhu and thanking her repeatedly, Yi Min felt uncomfortable.So what about golden branches and jade leaves, even if they can grow up well, they still cannot escape the fate of marrying far away.

Especially thinking of the princesses of the past dynasties, and the concubine Borzigit who was the background board in the palace, Yimin sighed even more.

While thinking of marrying Manchurian and Mongolian, he would give birth to heirs with the blood of the Aixinjueluo family, who would inherit their pastures, military headquarters, cattle and sheep, and princes, so that they would value their in-laws and block Tsarist Russia for themselves.

On the one hand, I don't treat other people's daughters well.

Is it true that the Mongolian tribes are all ignorant people?

Most of the princesses who married far away from Mongolia died without children. If it was all due to their delicate body, unaccustomed climate, and inability to adapt to the climate, even Yimin would not believe it.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away, so what if it is a princess?

The Mongolian princess mansion is almost becoming a specialty.

The author has something to say: Is the word "my mother" not obvious enough?

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