I am Kangxi Bai Yueguang [Qing wear]

Kangxi took advantage of the night and the gloomy light of the glazed lamps, and gradually walked towards the Zhongcui Palace.

Liang Jiugong lifted the lamp and followed suit: "Your Majesty, Xu Gege hasn't seen you for a long time, and misses Ama."

Rongxian Gege is the third eldest daughter of the concubine Ma Jiashi.

The first two daughters in the palace died halfway, and there is no sequence. If she is among the surviving prince Gege, she is the veritable eldest daughter of the emperor. Although she was born to a concubine, she is indeed the first daughter born in the harem. Kangxi has extraordinary feelings here.

first daughter.

Ping An An, well-behaved and cute, is almost three years old now.

You can call him Ama in a sticky way. After Tong Jia entered the palace, the previous court has been relatively busy, and he hasn't seen Rong Xian for more than half a month. Tonight, he suddenly cried for Ama. Missing her, her mother hurriedly called the little eunuch to come to the emperor.

He said that he woke up in the middle of the night and didn't see Ama, so anxious that his voice became hoarse from crying.

No other special events.

Chengqian Palace is not far from Zhongcui Palace, separated by the Arts and Crafts Art Museum, and directly opposite is the Zhongcui Palace where the concubine Ma Jiashi lives. Now there is no imperial concubine in Zhongcui Palace, and Ma Jiashi lives in Zhongcui The main hall of the palace.

In the dark night, the main hall was brightly lit.

Kangxi's footsteps stopped at the door.

Ma Jiashi's clear voice comforted softly: "Rong Xian, Er Niang will tell you a story. Ama made crickets for Er Niang when she was a child, but was seen by Er Niang's Er Niang. Go to read and read, don't be like a boy, you only know how to play around all day long, you must be at least the same in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Er Niang has studied for more than ten years, but she is not good at everything, she can only draw two eggs, Er Niang pointed at my nose helplessly , and then drew two eggs for me, and did homework for more than ten years, and finally pointed at my nose and hated iron and steel, and said: Which family is as beautiful as you, and then I cried like a fool."

Rong Xian sobbed and choked: "Grandma is so fierce, Er Niang won't cry or cry."

"Rong Xian, Er Niang's precious daughter."

Ma Jia entered the palace early, before the deceased Empress Renxiao entered the palace, and gave birth to a son and a daughter before, but they all died. Now she treats her precious daughter as her heart, and loves her endlessly.

A mild smile appeared on Kangxi's face, and soon he stepped over the threshold and walked towards the inner room.

When Ma Jia heard the footsteps and saw him, his eyes lit up: "Your Majesty!"

She didn't seem to expect Kangxi to come back, she pulled her daughter and stood there at a loss, and it took a while to remember to salute, Kangxi helped Ma Jiashi, then picked up Rong Xian, and asked with a smile: "Why is Rong Xian crying?"

Like a little hamster, Rong Xian rubbed his red eye sockets vigorously: "I miss Ama."

She wrung her fingers, sucked her nose, pursed her mouth, and seemed to cry again: "Ama hasn't seen Rong Xian in 21 days, Ama is very busy, I miss Ama so much."

Aggrieved, immature and innocent little face, bright and clear big eyes, can talk like grapes.

Kangxi played with her for a while, and after coaxing the little girl, he turned his eyes and saw the rattle next to him playing with the child.

The rattle is very new, as if it was newly bought.

Ma Jia seemed to have been waiting for him to see it for a long time, and immediately laughed, and said very straightforwardly: "Your Majesty, this is before I became a concubine. I got tired of watching Rongxian's other toys, so I specially asked someone to send some ordinary people to their homes from outside the palace. I didn't expect Rong Xian to really like children's toys."

Kangxi just stared at the rattle, his expression unclear: "Isn't this for playing with one or two-year-old babies? Rong Xian still likes to play?"

Ma Jiashi pursed her lips, seeming a little embarrassed: "Rong Xian is only under three years old, children are very playful, and they want to play with everything they see."

She said softly, with a slight blush on her delicate and smooth face, straightforward and hot: "You can play if you are bored, just listen to it."

An ambiguous words of love if pointed at, did not move Kangxi.

Ma Jiashi felt a little uneasy, and while squatting down to put the toy into the wooden box, he secretly looked at his face from the corner of his eye.

Many years ago, she accidentally learned that there was a box in the study of the emperor, which contained childhood things. When she entered with an osmanthus cake, she happened to see Kangxi looking at a rattle.

Even if it's just a glimpse.

But she saw that the rattle was a bit worn out, and there was a hole in the corner of the drum for some reason.

It looked small and exquisite, and when he was playing it in his hand, he should have looked at it carefully, but at that time, the young emperor suddenly stuffed it under the desk in a panic, then straightened his face, and looked over.

At that time, the concubine Ma Jia had just entered the palace, and even Empress Hesheli, the benevolent and filial queen, had not entered the palace. There were not many concubines in the harem.

The young emperor had never touched her either.

However, on that day, he panickedly hid a childhood plaything, and when he looked over again, outside the window of the study room, the scorching and warm sunlight fell through the window and fell into the eyes of the young emperor, which was surprisingly touching. warmth.

At that time, Ma Jia had left a guess in her heart, that something that could move the emperor must be extremely important, and she had to make good use of this hard-won opportunity.

Therefore, on the night of the second night of the new concubine's stay in the palace, Ma Jia invited Kangxi over on the grounds that Rong Xian missed Ama.

And the rattle is the highlight.

but……

Ma Jiashi licked the corners of her lips, her breathing was short, and she was a little uncertain about Kangxi's state of mind at this moment.

This was supposed to be the second step to promote the relationship between the two of them, and it was right to turn all the steelmaking into soft fingers.

What went wrong?

Rong Xian's toys under the table have been cleaned up thoroughly, and the rattle is also placed next to it, and the box is covered together.

The night was deep, Ma Jia hugged the little Gege, coaxed her into a sweet dream again, Kangxi took the child over, put it on the bed, and then turned around and said: "Raising Rongxian is hard work, so don't disturb me tonight, sleep peacefully Have a good night's sleep, and I will come to see you and Rong Xian another day."

So, Ma Jia looked at Kangxi helplessly, flung his robe and walked towards the door, and soon disappeared into the bright Zhongcui Palace.

She gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, and snorted coldly, if Kangxi didn't stay so late, he would definitely be hooked away by the Chengqian Palace!

Su Yang hasn't had a good sleep for many days.

Almost from the time she entered the palace, if she didn't need to be busy, she would catch up on sleep if she could, and she could fall asleep standing up.

This time, with her hard work, she was finally able to lie down on the bed in a down-to-earth manner, without having to be on duty during the day, and taking a day off to ensure that she could regain her energy.She hummed and carried a bucket of hot water and soaked her feet in the room for a while.

Duoyu was sleeping on the opposite side, and when he heard that he stood up and took a look, he smiled a little silly: "Susu, why do you have to soak your feet every night and use hot water."

"Activate the meridians." Su Yang began to talk nonsense without blinking his eyelids, "The meridians are unobstructed, just like you are constipated after pooping. When it is unobstructed, the whole body feels refreshed. If it is not smooth, the whole body feels weak."

Duoyu was disgusted by her feces and fart, but Su Yang laughed and rubbed his feet for fun, and by the way rubbed his ankles that were a little stiff from standing for too long during the day.

After a while, she took her feet out of the water, wiped them clean with a handkerchief, and then lay down on the bed.

Instantly fell asleep.

Suburbs, Xihuamen.

In the twilight, crickets and insects in the suburbs are very annoying.

Not far away, on the Zhuangzi, where the lights were still brightly lit, servants and maidservants came and went in a hurry, and there was an inexplicable panic.

"Out, out!"

"Quick, go and call the master, no, you go and tell the master, you go and call the doctor! Quick!"

There is no place to rest in the whole Zhuangzi.

At first I could still hear the child crying, but then I was tired of crying, and gradually I could only sob and choke from my throat.

"It's itchy, it's itchy, my mother, my mother... woo woo woo"

The inner room was spacious and spacious, and the maidservants wanted to come forward, but they dared not, so they could only endure and endure, waiting for the master to come.

In a remote corner, a girl in a light red palace dress gradually changed from transparent to solid, but none of the maids saw it, and just a few meters away, she turned into a living person!

The child on the bed wiped away tears, but did not dare to scratch his face.

He was born round and cute, pink and jade-carved, his eyes were bright and intelligent, his face was more delicate and delicate than that of Shancai boy, and he had an innocence unique to this age.

A good face, at first it was just flushed, and within a quarter of an hour, it gradually turned into dense red rashes, and then there were some small red pimples.

He opened his black and white eyes, and the tears flowed down, and he couldn't stop it.

"Am I going to die?"

It seemed that there was one more person in the room, and the child tilted his head with tears in his eyes, and saw that there was an additional strange woman. The momentary fear and panic made him mistakenly thought it was his mother and concubine, and he burst into tears. Tears are like beads strung with strings, revealing a pitiful ignorance.

"My mother, my mother,"

"Woooooo, smallpox is terrible, Xuan'er doesn't want to die."