[Qing Chuan] No pet little promise

There was silence in the huge hall, and a needle could be heard falling.

Four young and beautiful girls were kneeling in front of the altar, with pious expressions on their faces.It's just that what they hold in their hands is not a joss stick, but a writing brush.

There is a small table in front of everyone, on which there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones, as well as Buddhist scriptures spread out.

The four of them were writing hard.

Wei Rong quietly changed her position to make her numb legs a little more comfortable.

There is already a thick stack of copies on the table, which are the "fruits of labor" of her whole day from early morning to evening.

so tired!It is more tiring than working overtime until mastering in the previous life.

Who made this ancient brush calligraphy pay attention to writing with the wrist hanging, coupled with the kneeling posture, copying it after a few hours, the back, knees and wrists are more painful than typing on the keyboard for more than ten hours.

Wei Rong even suspected that after a few more days of copying, she would be able to enjoy the experience of tenosynovitis in her previous life.

With the effort of dipping in the ink, she gently rubbed her wrist.

Song Qing'er, who was also Xiao promised next to her, noticed it, and gave her a wry smile that felt the same way.

It was such a short eye contact, but it was severely reprimanded by Zhou Nanny, who was in charge later.

"Master Wei, Master Song, please be careful before the Buddha. This is the Sutra of Peace copied to pray for the emperor's serious illness. You need to be pious and cautious to move the Buddha."

Shit!Without the protection of Buddha and his elders, Master Kang will recover alive and well in a few days.After all, Kangxi is only 32 years old now, and it will be almost 30 years before his old man hiccups.

Wei Rong rolled her eyes in her heart, but she could only obediently lower her head and continue copying.

In her previous life, Wei Rong was a newcomer who had just graduated from university and stepped into the society. He finally joined a big company. In order to realize his dream of buying a house and a car as soon as possible, he worked overtime until he died from overwork. Years ago in the Great Qing Dynasty, it became a little promise who had just been drafted into the palace.

Wei, born as a Han woman, has the same name and surname as herself. Her father was a Jinshi in the 17th year of Kangxi, and now she is a magistrate in a county in the south of the Yangtze River.He has been in the officialdom for more than ten years and is only a seventh-rank sesame official, so his qualifications are so mediocre.

The 15-year-old Wei family is the second daughter of the family. She was elected to the palace half a year ago and became a minor promise in the Kangxi harem and lived in the Changchun Palace.

She has a soft personality, weak body, and misses her parents, so she fell ill not long after entering the palace.

The concubine Xi of the Changchun Palace also ordered someone to find the imperial doctor, but at the same time that Concubine Wen Xi fell ill, the imperial hospital was so busy that they could not care about such a small promise, so they sent an apprentice to prescribe two medicines for the treatment of wind and cold. The medicine will take care of it.

Wei Shi drank for a few days, his condition became more and more serious, and finally died.When he woke up again, it was Wei Rong.

For fear of revealing her secrets, Wei Rong was "ill" for another two or three months, and then slowly recovered.

At first, I thought that if I promised, I could be regarded as a serious master, even if I was not favored, I could still be a salted fish who eats and drinks.But not long after the leisurely days, he was assigned such a hard job, copying scriptures and praying for the emperor in the Small Buddha Hall.

This is the top priority. The entire Changchun Palace, except for the concubine Xi who is the head of the family, the remaining one nobleman, one who is always there, four promises, and three official women, were all sent over and divided into two shifts to copy the scriptures backwards. .

Wei Rong made a small promise, unless she doesn't want to mess around in this land anymore, she can only accept orders obediently.

After copying until the sun was setting to the west, Zhou Nanny, who was in charge behind her, glanced at the western clock, and then said unhurriedly: "Today is fine, masters, rest."

The little maid at the back opened the palace door.The cool wind in late summer blows in, blowing away the rich sandalwood fragrance in the Buddhist hall.

Wei Rong climbed up from the futon, but staggered and fell back due to sore knees.

Yufu, the maid who had just entered the hall, saw her and hurried forward to support her: "Master, be careful."

With the help of her strength, Wei Rong barely managed to stand still.

Turning his head to look to the side, Song Ying, Chen Ying, and Liu Ying were not much better than him.

Nanny Zhou led the maids to pack up the scriptures copied by the four, while urging: "Masters, please go back and rest early, Mrs. Li Jiagui will bring some other masters over to continue copying later."

Well, I was lucky, at least I didn't have the shift that stayed up all night.

Wei Rong left the small Buddhist hall, and was supported by Yufu back to the west room.

As soon as he entered the room, he immediately collapsed on the bed, not even wanting to move a finger.

Yufu waited on Wei Rong to take off the long skirt outside and lift the trousers to the top of her knees.

Sure enough, two fist-sized bruises under the knees were extremely dazzling on Bai Shengsheng's skin.

Yu Fu hastily ordered: "Yulian, quickly bring in the hot water and cover the master's legs."

Wei Rong lay down like a salted fish, letting her serve her.At first, she still felt uncomfortable being treated like a baby, but she soon got used to the decadent life style.

In this palace, it is a maverick not to allow slaves to serve them, and it is even thought that they are disgusted with them, causing panic.Wei Rong could only let nature take its course.

While applying a warm compress to her with a hot towel, Yufu said distressedly: "Master's skin is tender, and I can't stand this kind of tossing. Fortunately, this medicine still works."

The work of copying scriptures has been going on for five or six days.The day before yesterday, Wei Rong was in so much pain that he couldn't stand it, so he sent Yufu to the Imperial Hospital to ask for some medicinal materials for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

For the sake of the four taels of silver they brought, the Tai Hospital gave ten plasters for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and five packs of herbs for clearing away heat and detoxifying.

After the hot compress, Yufu put the plaster on for her.

The cool taste surged up, Wei Rong grinned her teeth and endured it for a moment with a "huge shock in the tiger's body", and she really felt better after being stimulated.

Yulian came in again and asked, "Master, do you want dinner?"

Wei Rong said listlessly: "It's also good, take a rest earlier after eating."

Xiao Lizi, the eunuch running errands from the outer courtyard, brought in the food box. Because Wei Rong's leg was hurt, she didn't put it in the outer room, and brought it directly to the dormitory.Yufu and Yulian brought up the small table and put the food box on it.

When the lid of the food box was opened, a burst of milky aroma came out.

The little chestnut said courteously: "Miss Xi said that the masters have worked hard copying the scriptures these few days, so she ordered an extra bowl of steamed eggs with goat milk to supplement the masters."

The bowl of steamed eggs with goat's milk was placed in the center of the food box, and it was filled in a blue and white porcelain bowl. It was milky yellow and trembling, and a few bright red preserved cherries were sprinkled on it.

Yufu's eyes lit up, not to mention the younger Yulian, Wei Rong could even hear her swallowing.After all, he is only a 12-year-old child, and in his previous life he had just graduated from elementary school.

Compared with this bowl of steamed eggs, the other dishes are much inferior. A plate of honey-glazed ham, only six thin slices, a plate of stir-fried pork with green shreds, obviously more green peppers than shredded pork, and a bowl of winter melon and sea rice soup. A bowl of Bigeng lotus leaf porridge, together with two staple foods and two snacks, is today's dinner.

Wei Rong ate half a bowl of steamed eggs, used lotus leaf porridge and two pieces of dim sum, put down his chopsticks, and ordered: "You guys share the steamed eggs, and don't waste the rest of the dishes."

In future generations, if a leader asks his subordinates to eat his own leftovers, most of them will be posted on the Internet and scolded as the best, but in this era of material scarcity, it is a grace that court ladies and eunuchs cannot ask for.

Yufu showed joy, nodded quickly, and took Yulian to clean up the small table, lit a candle, and put it on the table.

Wei Rong ordered: "Bring me the two books on the second shelf of the bookshelf."

Because of my leg injury, I can only rely on reading to digest food.

After getting the book, he said again: "Go down and eat something, I have nothing to do here."

Yufu bowed to answer, but still left Yulian on duty outside, and he led Xiao Lizi to lift the food box to the side room where the maid lived.

Wei Rong had just turned two pages of the book, when she heard Yulian's voice outside: "Your maidservant see Song Xu."

Unexpectedly, Song Qing'er would come to the door at this time, Wei Rong closed the book.

Yulian raised the curtain, and Song Qing'er entered the room. She was wearing a pearl pink palace dress, with neatly combed hair, white jade pearl flowers on her hairpin, and a pair of clean pearl earrings on her earlobes.Such a neat attire, but because of the staggering walking posture, it looks inexplicably funny.

Wei Rong smiled and said, "Why are you here at this hour?"

These few people are very tired these days, Song Qing'er will never come to the door for no reason.

Song Qing'er sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the book in her hand, and envied: "My sister is really leisurely."

"It's just having fun while suffering." Wei Rong said with a smile.

She and Song Qing'er have good friendships, both of them were drafted into the palace this year, and they lived together in the Xipian Hall. Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and they got to know each other very quickly.

Song Qing'er has a bright personality and is a bit talkative.

"I just saw Yufu go out with a food box, but my sister didn't even finish the steamed eggs that Madam Xi gave me?"

"I'm bitter summer, I can't eat anything."

"My sister is blessed. Even if she eats less, she still has a ruddy complexion and a healthy body." Song Qing'er smiled wryly, "I also suffered from bitter summer in previous years. After entering the palace, my appetite has improved."

She lowered her voice, "To tell you the truth, goat's milk steamed eggs, I used to reward the maids around me casually at home, but now it's rare..." As she spoke, she blushed unconsciously eye socket.

Wei Rong felt pity in his heart.She inherited the original owner's memory, and she is very aware of the gap.

It was also the promise of Xiaoxuan entering the palace at the beginning of the year. Song Qing'er was the daughter of a Jiangnanju family, and her family status was slightly lower than her own, but her family was very wealthy in business, and she was well-clothed and well-fed since she was a child.

And the original owner is not like this, although the Wei family is not as wealthy as the Song family, their daughter was also pampered and raised.

From the 30th year of Kangxi, Kangxi seldom selected Manchu and Mongolian noble women to serve in the palace, and most of the ones selected into the palace were Han women with low status.

Firstly, the number of high-ranking concubines in the palace is already full, and it is difficult to arrange for noble daughters to enter the palace. Secondly, the princes under his knees are gradually growing up, and there is no urgent need for heirs.

Furthermore, the reason why it is difficult to publicize it is that Han women are soft and charming, and have good looks. Now the Kangxi draft mainly focuses on the enjoyment of women.

This made it hard for the Han women who entered the palace.

It is said that the status is low, but they are all from decent official families, and the land in the south of the Yangtze River is rich.There are also all kinds of concubines on the top of the head, who will kneel and kowtow when they see them, and even the higher-ranking female officials and nurses can reprimand them at will.

Ordinary married people, how can there be so many evil mothers-in-law on top of their heads!

Let's just talk about the food, the small promise is only one catty of pork per day, nine mixes of old dried rice, and two catties of fresh vegetables at any time.There is not even an egg, no wonder Xi Concubine rewarded the steamed egg custard as a treasure.

Originally at home, who cares!

Wei Rong is very suspicious that the reason why the ancient palace battles were fierce and everyone desperately wanted to climb up was not for the common cucumber, but mainly for making life more comfortable.

It's just that I didn't dare to say more about these words, Song Qing'er only sighed with emotion, quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, and forced a smile: "This time I came to bother my sister, because I heard that my sister got a few plasters the day before yesterday, my sister, I..." She squeezed skirt corners, cheeks flushed.

Wei Rong immediately understood, and asked Yulian to take four plasters and two packs of herbs.

Song Qing'er was very grateful, "Thank you sister, this really saved my life." After kneeling for these days, her knees also hurt unbearably.

Wei Rong said warmly: "Why do you and I see each other, it's just some things outside of us."

Song Qing'er smiled wryly, "It's a pity that I only realized the importance of things outside of me when I entered the palace this time."

She flipped through the plaster, and couldn't help but said: "This plaster is so big. It's sticking on the leg. If you add something to it, it's like adding a layer of cushion. If it can be used all the time, let's kneel down." And be more comfortable."

Wei Rong's mind moved slightly, the plaster was about the size of a brocade handkerchief, and it was a pitch-black mass.If you put some muslin cloth inside, wouldn't it be the "easy to kneel" invented by Little Swallow.

After saying a few words, Song Qing'er got up to leave, and she was in a hurry to go back to make medicine.

When Yufu came in, he saw Wei Rong holding a plaster and looking at it carefully, thoughtfully.

She heard what Song Xu said outside before, she couldn't help but secretly anxious, thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "Master, do you want me to fetch some cotton cloth?"

Wei Rong came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "What are you doing with those spoils? If they are discovered, we can't afford to go around."

Yufu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately the master is a sensible person.

She persuaded again tactfully: "Song promised that she is still young, and it is natural for the master to take pity on her. But you should take care of yourself. After all, she is much stronger than the master, and she can still walk today."

Wei Rong understood that she was advising herself not to be so loose, after all, these ten plasters cost four taels of silver to buy.

She smiled and said, "I see, don't worry about it, you housewife."

Seeing that she was not angry, Yufu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.She has been serving Wei Rong for half a year. This master is gentle and considerate. He is a rare kind person in this palace. She sincerely hopes for her well-being.

After tidying up the teacups for guests, Yufu stepped back and took turns having dinner with Yulian.

After reading the book for half an hour, Wei Rong went to wash up and put out the candles.

She didn't have the habit of keeping people on watch at night, and both Yufu and Yulian slept in the cubicle at Beitou.

Wait until they all retreat.Wei Rong opened his eyes.

No way, she really couldn't stand going to bed so early.It's not even eight o'clock in the evening. In the previous life, the nightlife had just begun.

Supporting his sore legs, he moved to the bookshelf, took down the pineapple box on the top shelf, and put it on the couch.

She took out the small silver key from her chest and opened the copper lock.

The box has three layers, and on the top is a small stack of banknotes, and a dozen or so golden peanuts and golden melon seeds.The silver ticket is the "dowry" brought into the palace by the original owner, and the peanuts and melon seeds are the rewards received since entering the palace.

In this palace, the lack of money is indeed a big problem.

Wei Rong calculated the money on hand now, and there were only about 200 taels left.

For these small promises, when they entered the palace, their family gave them a sum of private money. She brought a full 500 taels, but spent more than half of it within half a year after entering the palace.

Among them, it is true that she has been ill all the time and it costs a lot to seek medical treatment and medicine, but the most important thing is that there are too many places in the palace that cost money.

Daily food, clothing, housing, and transportation, although promised to have a fixed share, are the most basic necessities of life. If you want to live a more comfortable life and eat and drink more expensively, you have to spend money.

Among other things, Wei Rong is not used to going to bed early, and likes to read a book at night, so she needs candles.

Her only supplies are a stick of yellow wax and a stick of suet wax. The former has a dim light, while the latter is bright but has a choking smell.For a really bright and clean white jade candle, she has nothing to do with a small promise.If you want it, you have to exchange it for silver, one or two silver and three sticks, and it only takes less than half an hour to burn one.

Furthermore, if you want to eat some fresh snacks, wear some soft cloths, and use some utensils that are handy, you can spend money.

She is also frugal.The 1000 taels of silver that Song Qing'er brought into the palace was twice as much as hers, but it bottomed out within half a year.No wonder even putting plaster on, you have to rub your cheeks against yourself.

It's just that I don't have enough money now, and when the 200 taels are spent, is it possible that I can only live on the monthly allowance of three taels a month?

Wei Rong sighed, full of worry.

Why worry, only food.

The middle and bottom two layers of the box are bulging and thick oiled paper bags.

She reached for one of them.Open it, and a fresh fragrance comes out.

Inside are slices of dried mutton, marinated deliciously.Wei Rong twisted a few pieces and stuffed them into her mouth, closed her eyes, showing a satisfied expression.

After eating a few slices of dried meat, he took out another package, which contained three-color soufflé and rose hawthorn cake, all of which were exquisitely made.The ingredients are full and the taste is sweet.

Wei Rong ate in one go, only to feel that the empty spirit was satisfied.

Just now Song Qing'er lamented that she ate less, but she still looked healthy and ruddy, of course it was because of the supper!

As the saying goes, a horse has no night grass and is not fat... Ah bah bah, who is a horse, Kangxi is a dead stallion!

After Wei Rong finished complaining in her heart, she packed up the remaining dried meat snacks, weighed them, and stuffed them into the box.

Alas, these small snacks are eaten quickly, so I can only restock them tonight.

Putting the box back on the bookshelf, Wei Rong walked around for a while to digest before lying down to rest.

After sleeping for a while, she opened her eyes.

Looking at the window in the room, it was already midnight.

Now is the time to act.