I am Kangxi Bai Yueguang [Qing wear]

Outside Zhongcui Palace.

Kangxi stood sideways for a while, then turned around, and said in an extremely low voice, "It's not your child, why are you so sad?"

The red pupils just now seemed to be a misty illusion.

Su Yang was in a bad mood, and also a little nameless irritable.

For her, longevity does have some special meaning.

And that meaning comes to an abrupt end today.

The passing of a life? On the one hand, it seemed to be mocking her silently.

Su Yang endured it, and finally just said: "I am soft-hearted,? Befriended Concubine Rong,? Not long ago, I received a birthday gift from Changsheng, that is, I just couldn't see a good child,? Died suddenly in front of me."

Because she was suddenly faced with the sudden death of Changsheng, her voice was slightly hoarse.

From the fourth year of Kangxi to the 16th year of Kangxi, many princes and queen girls died after birth, and some lived for several years before dying of illness.

Maybe it's because he has experienced too many times, so that he didn't lose his composure like Ma Jiashi. Both of them were much calmer than the first time they encountered such a thing.

It was not the first time that Concubine Rong lost her son.

Only Su Yang, an outsider, poured extraordinary efforts into Chang Sheng, and his mood became extremely depressed and uncomfortable.

This answer was obviously expected by Kangxi.

Changsheng somewhat resembles him.

"Don't be too sad, at least he didn't suffer from illness."

Kangxi let out a muffled cough, calmly comforted him, and then turned around and entered Zhongcui Palace.

Wearing a big cloak and a furry collar, Su Yang stood on the steps, looking at the snowflakes falling in the sky. The air brought a slightly cold wind, which made her face turn pale.

The vastness of the earth is so clean.

A hand tried to bring the twisted butterfly, buried by heavy snow in the coldness of winter.

There are many people in modern times who always have unrealistic ideas.

For example, they think that if they return to the ancient times when resources were scarce in the future, they must carry forward their careers, or change a cruel historical process, and do their best to turn things around.

After Su Yang possessed the ability to enter dreams, he also fantasized about it.

If she has the opportunity to return to a certain node in history, she will do her best to change something.

pity.

Some things cannot be reversed by humans.

Ning Dong handed over the handkerchief, "Master, don't cry, weeping in heavy snow will easily cause chapped and peeled cheeks."

Su Yang took a deep breath of air-conditioning, and only then did he feel his swollen mind calm down a bit.

"Did you bring me the gift of longevity?"

In a hurry, she didn't have time to order, and she didn't know if Ning Dong had brought it.

Ning Dong paused, and said worriedly: "Master, bring it."

Su Yang stretched out his hand, took her from the small gift she gave to Changsheng from his sleeve, then squeezed his palm, and went in again.

At this time, Concubine Rong inside had tears still hanging from her eyelashes, but she was not as heartbroken as before, wishing she could go with the child.

Kangxi stood by her side, whispering something.

The imperial physician is still trying his best to win the last slim chance of treatment.

When Su Yang walked over, he heard Kangxi say: "The winter solstice in the next day, after a while there will be ice games."

The ice play event has not been held on a large scale for five or six years.

This time it cannot be declared over because of Changsheng's death.

Concubine Rong Ma Jiashi nodded, and asked the imperial physician with great restraint: "Changsheng, did Changsheng really go all at once?"

"No pain, is there?"

"Yes."

Concubine Rong wiped her tears resolutely, and smiled wryly from her red eyes: "That's good."

Changsheng was not the most favored child in Kangxi, nor was he on Yudie.

And because of the ice play activities after the winter solstice, there was no big deal, but one day, the courtiers and the people were notified, and the child's body was put into the "golden coffin", so that the winter solstice ceremony in the southern suburbs of the Temple of Heaven in previous years was avoided. On the day of the winter solstice this year, Kangxi was buried in the emperor's mausoleum with the ceremony of a prince.

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On the day of the winter solstice, Su Yang sent the Sutra of Rebirth, which was copied separately, into the Prince's Mausoleum together.

The north wind was howling, and she hurried back to Chengqian Palace from outside the palace. At this time, she didn't resist copying Buddhist scriptures anymore, and she really did it, her heart was like still water.

The only thing that can't be calm for a long time is... she doesn't know some words.

If you don’t know it, you can only trace it along the way, and trace it several times on other rice paper before copying it onto the rice paper specially used for copying Buddhist scriptures.

"master."

After sweeping the snow on the ground, Ning Xia went to the imperial dining room and brought in a dumpling after cleaning her hands.

Ning Dong's menstrual event is here, her stomach hurts so much that she can't do any work, and Ning Xia arranges her trips.

Compared to Ning Dong's carelessness, Ning Xia seemed much more stable. When Su Yang got up to copy Buddhist scriptures in the morning, charcoal was burned in the room early so that it would not be cold.

Without further instructions from her, Ning Xia went to the imperial dining room and brought the dumplings for the winter solstice.

"The slave met Sister Duoyu on the road." Ning Xia lifted the lid, took out a pair of silver chopsticks, and brought out the dumplings on the plate, "Sister Duoyu is going to invite the imperial physician, she said she is the imperial concubine, come down I accidentally sprained my foot on the steps."

Su Yang paused with the hand holding the chopsticks: "Is it serious?"

"It seems a bit." Ning Xia took a breath, "It seems that she is quite anxious."

Su Yang put down his chopsticks, got up and rushed to the main hall, walked into the inner room, and saw Tong Guifei leaning on the bed, her ankles were exposed, a piece of skin was red and swollen, she looked very scary.

She frowned, raised her head, and saw Su Yang, a little surprised: "Su Yang, why are you here?"

The person who should be called Su Guiren should be in great pain.

Su Yang walked forward silently, and asked Ning Xia to dig a piece of snow outside and put ice on it.

Aunt Cui Xian came in with cold water and saw her sitting in front of Concubine Tong's bed, applying ice compresses herself.

The ice compress on the hot ankle instantly froze Tong Jia Xianrui's spirits, she "hissed" and smiled wryly: "Su Yang, take it easy."

"Why did your mother sprain her ankle?"

Tong Guifei was speechless, and after a long time lowered her head: "I stepped on the skirt."

"I've never seen you so familiar before." Tong Jiaxianrui stared at Su Yang's skillful operation, "Is the injury on your ankle completely healed?"

"It's been good."

It's hard for Concubine Tong Gui to remember that she once sprained her ankle.

Su Yang said to her calmly, "The imperial doctor also told me that you must apply ice water and apply the bruise medicine he gave, so that the root cause of the disease will not be affected."

Tong Jiaxianrui pursed her lips.

At this time, the imperial doctor came in through the door and saw the two ladies here, unable to move forward or retreat for a while, so he could only guard the outside: "My lady, can I use cold compresses?"

Aunt Cui Xian replied: "I'm applying ice."

She lowered the curtain, and said to the imperial physician from the outside: "Your Majesty sprained her ankle, it's a little swollen, will it hurt her bones?"

The imperial doctor said: "Normally it won't hurt the bones. This is Weichen's ointment for bruises. Your majesty puts on a pair of ointment every day. It will be healed in a few days."

Concubine Tong Gui raised her voice when she heard the words: "Thank you, the imperial physician, for making a trip, Auntie, you can send him off for me."

"Yes."

"Doctor, please."

After the imperial physician left Chengqian Palace, Aunt Cui Xian stuffed him with a bag of broken silver: "It's really hard work to trouble Imperial Physician Xu to make a trip during the winter solstice."

After Xu Zhong refused, he had no choice but to accept: "Today, all my colleagues are on vacation, and only the humble minister is on duty. It's nothing. This is the responsibility of the humble minister. Please don't worry about it, auntie."

Aunt Cui Xian nodded with a smile, and when she watched him leave, she saw Kangxi who was supposed to be in the Palace of Compassion and Peace striding towards him.

"Your master sprained his ankle?"

Aunt Cui Xian saluted hurriedly, avoiding the road: "Go back to the emperor, yes, the imperial physician Xu just came to visit."

Kangxi nodded slightly.

When he came in, Su Yang was sitting by the bed, talking with Concubine Tong.

"It's snowy and slippery, my lady has to be more careful in the future."

Su Yang took the plaster and put it on her calmly, rubbed it gently twice, and said with a smile, "You can't be like the concubine last year, it will take a long time to get better, Bingxi heard it is very fun, the empress can't miss it gone."

There is a saying that goes well, a long illness becomes a cure.

She had only been ill once, and was an old journeyman in the case of sprained ankles.

Tong Jiaxianrui's face turned red from being teased by her, and she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Kangxi standing outside, and quietly shrank her legs under the quilt.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

Su Yang's scalp was numb.

Looking back, Kangxi didn't know when, like a ghost behind his back, he didn't speak.

Kangxi walked to Ning Xiafang's chair and sat down.

"Are your feet okay?"

Sitting here with the emperor, not only Tong Jia Xianrui suddenly felt pressure, but also Su Yang.

Concubine Tong shook her head: "It's nothing serious, the imperial doctor said, it will be fine in a few days."

Kangxi nodded, glanced past Su Yang, and returned to Concubine Tong, "Why is the nobleman giving you medicine?"

"Where's your maid?"

Su Yang didn't wait for him to continue asking, and laughed directly: "The concubine is not a noble person. I have had my legs healed. I just saw that the empress needs help, so I came here to make a fool of myself. The emperor asked this because he looked down on the concubine. This skill?."

Kangxi: "..."

Concubine Tong sighed softly: "My aunt happened to melt cold water and went there. Seeing that the nobleman is very enthusiastic, she didn't refuse."

She exchanged glances with Su Yang, then she understood the topic.

"Why is the emperor here? Today is the winter solstice."

She smiled and said, "Is there a meal?"

Kangxi was originally with Huang Mama, and when he was about to have a meal, he heard that Tong Guifei was not well, and thought of Changsheng who had just entered the emperor's mausoleum, so he put down the bowls and chopsticks and came over. , take it easy.

It's just... Su Yang has become a noble person, why is he still doing this kind of thing by himself?

Kangxi admitted that when he saw Su Yang personally applying medicine to Concubine Tong Gui and rubbing her ankle, he suddenly felt the scene was glaring.

"Let Xu Zhong come back to diagnose your Ping An pulse in two days."

In addition to the ointment for bruises in the air, there was also the faint smell of Chinese herbal medicine on Tong Guifei's body. He frowned slightly: "Are you still taking medicine?"

Concubine Tong's smile froze on her face, she said softly: "The imperial doctor said, my concubine's foundation is poor, and after a while, I will be completely cured."

Three-drug.

Concubine Tong Gui was really in poor health before, if she didn't need to take the medicine for conditioning her pregnancy, she should be able to be like ordinary people now.

However, Aunt Cui Xian told her that day that she could bring a child from a nearby concubine, but she was still looking forward to having her own, so the medicine never stopped.

After Kangxi had lunch in Chengqian Palace, he returned to Qianqing Palace.

Since Changsheng's death, the green cards in the past few days have not been turned over again.

It is estimated that after two days, we can arrange bedtime as usual.

Su Yang continued to complete her business of Buddhist scriptures. Seeing the winter solstice pass, the ice play activity began.

And not long ago, she was misunderstood by the straight young Kangxi about her crazy hint of wanting to move out of Chengqian Palace. When she thought it was far away, on the day of the ice play event, the dawn of hope suddenly ushered in.

The author has something to say: Sorry for being late~

Happy Children's Day!

Everyone go to bed early, the author adjusts his work and rest slowly, he can’t stay up too late, he can’t get up during the day, and he still has pimples like crazy QAQ, crying

Little angels, don't learn from me.

Update as usual today, love you~