I am Kangxi Bai Yueguang [Qing wear]

As far as normal concubines are concerned, shouldn't this be a time of gratitude, worship, and wait for Kangxi to say that he likes it before rewarding other things next time?

Ask if Xiyuan has any stock in stock for entering the palace?

……

Kangxi wanted to open her brain to see if the structure inside was different from that of ordinary people?

Is it loaded with other things, so this question is asked so carelessly.

Straightforward.

But Xiyuan is out of stock.

When I came back that day, when Kangxi was dealing with official duties, I heard Liang Jiugong implying next to him:

Your Majesty, the palace paid tribute to Hainan this year—a good thing,? Said it was a local product there?—A warm jade bracelet, warm in winter and cool in summer, just matches the physique of noble Su. Do you think you need slaves? Send someone back What about taking out the palace?

Kangxi threw the booklet at him—"You have nothing to do, what are you thinking about all day long!"

After being reprimanded, Liang Jiugong was not discouraged. Seeing that Kangxi had returned to the copybook, he quietly waited by the side, and did not interrupt again.

This kind of disobedience,? One time is enough, if more,? Annoy Kangxi, then his position will come to an end.

But - after a while, Kangxi raised his head from the notebook, glanced at him with disgust, and said, "What are you still doing here? An eyesore!"

Liang Jiugong understood it, and immediately flattered him—smiling: "The servant will do it right away."

So he went back to the palace overnight and arrived early the next morning.

Kangxi insisted on remaining calm, and only when Su Yangyou came over this time did he calmly take out the box.

But this surprise does not seem to be the first person to lose the chain.

Su Yang didn't know if he was getting angry from embarrassment. At the beginning, he lazily showed her the warm jade bracelet, but after she put it on, she felt that he wouldn't take it off immediately, then suddenly turned his face:

"How is your copying of Buddhist scriptures?"

Su Yang: "..."

It is said that a woman can change her face like turning the pages of a book, and this man doesn't give in much.

The "Buddha Says Amitabha" copied by Su Yang, because the text makes sense, sometimes it is found to be wrong after it is written, so naturally it can only be copied again, so many pages of rice paper are wasted before it is considered good.

Aunt Su Ma didn't give her a lot of rice paper, so Su Yang didn't dare to finish it directly, and sometimes secretly rubbed the rice paper from Kangxi's side to make drafts first.

"The concubine is already very pious!" Su Yang raised her cuff with her left hand, and the warm jade transparent bracelet in her right hand reflected her beautiful complexion and beautiful jade, "I can't recognize the word, the fault is not with the concubine."

She copied it—felt her hands were sore for a while, so she said boldly: "Is it possible to copy it tomorrow when I am alive?"

Kangxi laughed back angrily: "It's not your fault, you won't admit it, so who should bear the blame?"

"Isn't it because I didn't learn this kind of Xiaozhuan when I was young..."

Su Yang coughed to cover up his embarrassment. When he lowered his eyelashes, the black hair on his smooth forehead fell down and fluttered around his cheeks.

Ning Xia's makeup in the early morning is exquisite and beautiful, and her skin becomes more white and rosy.

Kangxi's attention was not on the rice paper that was copied, but on her expression when she was concentrating on copying.

There is a name on the horizon.

When it came to his mouth, he remained silent.

"Su Yang, bring the Buddhist scriptures."

Su Yang nodded obediently, picked up the Buddhist scriptures and followed him to the study room. Kangxi sat down and taught her how to pronounce this word with the imperial pen beside her for reviewing memorials.

In the Buddhist scriptures:

Shariputra again!In the Land of Ultimate Bliss, there are seven layers of fences, seven layers of nets, and seven layers of trees, all of which are surrounded by the four treasures. That is why that country is called Ultimate Bliss.

Su Yang learned to write Xiaozhuan, but he had to say that it was not as concise and clear as modern Chinese characters.

But Buddhist scriptures can only be bluffed if they are written in Xiaozhuan, and they are suspected of being pretentious.

Most scholars know Xiaozhuan, and so does Kangxi.

He looked at the words that Su Yang copied like a ghostly talisman, and he couldn't bear to look at the words that struck his heart, making him silent for three seconds.

Finally, he saw where Su Yang was stuck.

She got stuck in too many places.

Fortunately, the Empress Dowager didn't stipulate when she would hand it in, so Su Yang still had a lot of time. This time, Bingxi came over and brought it with her. It doesn't matter if she writes or writes in her spare time.

Perhaps the Empress Dowager knew that Su Guiren could not read a few words.

So I didn't ask for more, just let me write piously.

In order not to leave a bad impression on the Empress Dowager, Su Yang could only come one by one because of his scalp.

"This character is 楯," Kangxi pointed to the word 楯 on the Buddhist scriptures, while copying the imperial pen to teach her how to move the strokes, and then asked Su Yang to practice on the rice paper.

Facing his writing, Su Yang moved over with strokes.

In the end, because I was not very proficient, I just scrapped several sheets.

Kangxi took a deep breath. Perhaps at this moment, he finally understood the aggrieved feeling of being unable to answer or write when the other elder brothers were asked by the Taifu in the Shang study.

Seeing his angry face, Su Yang didn't dare to pat the tiger's butt anymore, and wrote honestly.

But speaking of it, in ancient times, it was always said: A woman who has no talent is a virtue.

When Su Yang was in Tongfu, although he also read and written books, they were traditional Chinese characters, which were different from modern Chinese characters, but the difference was not too big. This is a small seal script, so you can't start over?

She copied Buddhist scriptures in a short time, and she has already landed on the moon and touched porcelain.

A little more ordinary people, who doesn't give a thumbs up?

For the emperor, the pursuit of perfection.

After he explained the meaning, it was indeed a lot easier for Su Yang to write. As he wrote, he wished he hadn't come here sooner, otherwise maybe the Buddhist scriptures were almost finished.

Su Yang didn't use Xiaozhuan to write the Sutra of Rebirth before, but he wrote it quickly.

Su Yang felt that his writing was making rapid progress, but Kangxi, who was pursuing the ultimate, couldn't stand it any longer, so he got up and leaned over, holding her hand: "This - write, if it floats, it won't taste right if you write it vertically, right? Xiaozhuan."

She was leaning against Kangxi's strong chest, and the back of her neck was his warm breath, which made her scalp numb.

—Su Yang, who was unprepared for the time, almost lost his mind, his handwriting trembled twice, and hurriedly threw it away, but he didn't expect Kangxi to be cruel, and he must correct her pen posture and handwriting crookedly.

"It's not like I haven't slept in a bed before."

Kangxi was a little dissatisfied, "Last night you kicked the quilt in the middle of the night, and rubbed against my chest when you got cold."

Su Yang wanted to cover his mouth, and said angrily: "I don't have it, it's obvious that you are talking nonsense!"

"I am seeking truth from facts, there is no reason to lie."

"Don't think about messing around," Kangxi patted her arm with his left hand, "Copying seriously, there are not many people who can get personal guidance from Zhen."

Since he let it go like this, Su Yang's rebuttal was obviously not flattering.

Her neck was flushed and she was hot all over.

There is a huge difference between active and passive.

Passive ones appear to be more emotionally real.

Kangxi wanted to see her break her merits, not for the first time, this would seem serious, and Su Yang would be speechless to answer him.

He tilted his head, admiring Su Yang's flustered appearance, and when he had seen enough, he put away his smile and changed back to the calm and indifferent Emperor Kangxi.

"Seriously."

Kangxi held her hand, let the strength of her wrist follow his own momentum, and slowly wrote down the pen on the rice paper.

Su Yang held his breath, put away those unrealistic fantasies, and then seriously stared at the handwriting on the rice paper.

Kangxi may have taken care of the handwriting she copied earlier, so he didn't use too much force to write. The shapes and handwriting are similar, but if you look carefully, you can still detect the difference.

—Most people will only think that it is more concentrated.

Rarely would I have thought that Kangxi would teach him hand in hand.

Let the other empresses know about this, but don't hate this Su nobleman to death, because she has been blessed to have Kangxi as her guide.

—The afternoon passed by in teaching and copying.

When night fell, Su Yang could barely lift his right arm.

Sour, very sour.

He was so sour that he wanted to gnash his teeth and curse.

In the past, I practiced by myself, and I didn't write Xiaozhuan Buddhist scriptures with such a high intensity.

I came here at You hour today, but I really wrote about an hour. Didn’t it mean that the emperor was very busy, how could he have time to want to be a tutor, and teach—teach her a student who doesn’t work hard?

Or is it that she is not pleasing to the eye?

She doesn't like it, it's not that I gave her a gift just now, it's going to change!

Kangxi let go of her hand, calm and composed: "Are you going to have dinner and go back?"

"Then trouble the emperor to add an extra pair of chopsticks." Su Yang showed a subtle smile, "If the emperor doesn't say anything, I don't even know that I haven't eaten in the afternoon."

This yin and yang strangeness is comparable to that of Anpin in the morning.

Kangxi seemed to have never heard of it, and raised his head and called Liang Jiugong: "Chuan Shan."

Ning Xia came in at this time, put the still warm stove by the side, and came to tidy up the written Buddhist scriptures, stacked them neatly and placed them in the outer room of Ziguang Pavilion.

"Your Majesty." She finished tidying up and asked, "It's dark outside, and the servant didn't bring a lamp..."

"Ask the emperor to get one later."

Ning Xia secretly smiled: "Okay."

She packed up her things, and Liang Jiugong sent her to Wanshan Hall to put them down.

Su Yang turned his head and looked at Kangxi who was reading with a book, then sat on the chair beside him, and said insincerely: "Why is the emperor so free today? I am very scared to have the emperor's personal guidance, and I am afraid that it will be delayed." The emperor is dealing with official duties, so tomorrow, don't use it."

The implication is that you should critique more papers tomorrow, so don't bother her.

She can write slowly by herself!

I don't know if Kangxi received this hint, but he was unmoved until the little father-in-laws who filed in filed in, carrying food boxes.

— put the food on the table.

Su Yang smelled the evil smell of chicken again.

It was her birthday before, and the emperor took her to the Xinuang Pavilion, not only cooking her a small stove, but for this alone, she would definitely be grateful, but it didn't take long for everyone in the palace to know that she loved chicken.

As a result, in the Imperial Dining Room, chicken was served for lunch every day.

It gets boring after a long time.

Fortunately, they also knew that it was too late, so they didn't send any more, but changed their ways to change her taste.

I haven't eaten for a long time, but I miss it a little.

But she won't repeat the same mistakes this time.

Su Yang sat there calmly, and Kangxi asked them to uncover it, only then did she realize that tonight it was not just chicken, but wild vegetables that were rarely seen in the palace.

She didn't remember that it was not summer, how could there be pickled wild vegetables?

Perhaps her eyes betrayed her thoughts, Liang Jiugong explained with a smile: "I don't know, sir, there is a Zhuangzi not far from Xiyuan. On the Zhuangzi, some farmers grow vegetables, and these vegetables are exclusively for people in Xiyuan. Used."

Xiyuan doesn't come here only once a year.

If the emperor is in high spirits, he will do it two or three times a year, and the dosage required each time will be huge.

If farmers grow more in summer, they can also sell them by themselves.

If it is rainy season, they will make pickles for preservation.

Su Yang was a little surprised, but then he thought about it, the emperor ate too much delicacies, fish and meat, and always wanted to try green porridge and side dishes, so it's not surprising.

The little father-in-law who tried the dishes took the chopsticks, and changed a pair of chopsticks from one bowl to another, so that the dishes would not be stained with his saliva.

Wait—after tasting it, it seems that there is no problem, the little father-in-law who tried the dishes stepped back, and Liang Jiugong and Ning Xia stood beside them and served their own dishes.

"Tomorrow, the ice play activity will start." Kangxi picked up the chopsticks, thought for a while, and said, "You are bored copying Buddhist scriptures in Yunxielou, you can go and have a look."

Ice play, similar to modern ice skating.

However, since it was the Qing Dynasty, the disciples of the Eight Banners would definitely gather together, and there must be a lot of people.

It is said that people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs also participated in this event.

It is said that a little fun is also prepared for the concubines. In the outer circle of the Eight Banners, these concubines, whether they are dancing on ice or playing various high-intensity tricks, are mostly for the sake of the emperor—laugh.

Yanfu is not shallow.

Su Yang picked up the pickled vegetable with chopsticks, nodded and put it in his mouth.

The flavor of this pickled dish is very different, slightly spicy, sour and crisp, and the taste is good.After getting used to eating the usual dishes in the palace, I will try this one again at this time, it feels very fresh.

"I thought you wouldn't like it." Kangxi put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. "Yesterday, Concubine Yi couldn't get used to it. She just tasted it and refused to eat any more."

"Miss Yipin came over yesterday?"

Su Yang paused with his chopsticks, and asked curiously, "Shouldn't you be eating with the empress?"

"The queen is here, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

Kangxi smiled and said, "It's only slightly better today."

"Concubine Yi came here because her elder brother also came to participate in the ice play event this time. He came here specially to ask me for instructions. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I miss him very much."

"It's lunch time, and it's okay to ask her to stay."

"Why?" There was a slight smile in Kangxi's eyes, "Your honor thinks that I treat one more than another."

Su Yang bowed his head: "I don't dare to be a concubine, who dares to taste like the emperor."

Sometimes, you can't blindly let go of this kind of indifferent emotion, and when it's time to be sour, you can't be less, otherwise Kangxi will be regarded as a folk couple in the front, and you will be comfortable and comfortable, and you will be slapped in the face.There must be a degree of relaxation.

"Imperial Concubine Yi has a beautiful face and is full of talent, but I feel ashamed because I don't know big characters."

She demoted herself for a while, and then said with a smile: "But this is how I am, otherwise the emperor wouldn't be so kind to me."

"The emperor's feelings for this concubine, this concubine can really see." She raised her brows and smiled softly, "I don't like eating, my majesty, don't just listen to my concubine, it's time to eat .”

Kangxi smiled loudly: "Your honor is such a wonderful person."

Then he stopped talking, picked up the chopsticks, and executed "Speak without eating, without talking or sleeping" with perfect precision.

Su Yang still wanted to say something during this period, looked at him, then looked away speechlessly, and worked hard to fill his stomach.

After dinner, Su Yang only ate some pastries in the afternoon, his stomach was full at this time, and his stomach bulged slightly no matter how hard he was holding his breath, he could only cough lightly, took a cloak to wrap himself up, and pretended not to be seen by others.

Ning Xia came over with the lantern, lit the fire, and lit it.

Su Yang turned back to the emperor and said, "I'm going back first."

Sitting in the study, Kangxi raised his eyes and nodded to her: "Go back."

There is no need to take the Buddhist scriptures, and I will write them again tomorrow.

On the way back, Ning Xia's hands became lighter, she concentrated on carrying the lantern, and walked beside Su Yang: "Niang Niang, are you familiar with the Buddhist scriptures today?"

Su Yang took a deep breath: "Stop teasing your master."

She rubbed her hands in the cloak, and took out a handkerchief from between the cuffs: "You didn't eat much in the afternoon, and you didn't eat in the evening. You are in a hurry today. I quietly took a few pieces of food from the emperor's palace." pastry."

"Here. Here you are."

"I'll carry the lamp myself, so I can digest food by the way."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," Ning Xia panicked, "This is unreasonable, how can the master give a lantern to the slave?"

"I'm human too, why can't I fight?"

Su Yang snatched it away from her, and fought hard—the inner resistance of walking at night, and then smiled: "When I was a female official, the imperial concubine sometimes went to the Qianqing Palace at night, so I walked by with a lantern. Come on, to light the way ahead for her. I think it was a long time ago."

Her sighs drifted away in the air.

Ning Xia couldn't hold back, so she could only open the handkerchief, and began to eat in small mouthfuls.

The taste of pastry is indeed different from the one used by the concubine, perhaps because of the different varieties, it seems to be sweeter and more filling.

On a night of heavy snow in winter, Ning Xia suddenly had hot eyes and almost shed tears for some reason.

Fortunately, the master walked ahead.

Ning Xia thought to herself, this way she won't be able to see her crying.

The hand in the cloak is taken out to carry the lantern, and it will indeed be hit by the cold wind, but the warm jade on the right hand faintly begins to heat up, warming Su Yang's cold hand again.

Probably for the first time, Su Yang thought it would be nice to have this thing in his hand.

She had never been to Xiyuan, so she casually asked Ningxia: "Here in Xiyuan, has the country congratulated you?"

Ning Xia ate in small mouthfuls, almost choking.

Su Yanghao - after a while I heard Ning Xia's slightly hoarse voice, saying: "No, this is the place where the emperor came to play, how could he receive the envoys from the vassal state?"

"That's right." Su Yang was slightly taken aback, then laughed, "It should be the original one."

Otherwise, did Kangxi see that she didn't have any decorations on her hands, and deliberately asked her to travel all the way back to the capital overnight?

It feels a bit overkill.

—Generally, it’s a rush of [-] miles.

The bottom of the flower pot is on the path, and there is a slight movement of stepping on the stones.

Su Yang felt that besides the rattling sound of the bottom of the flowerpot, there seemed to be another sound in this night.

"Did you hear any sound?" Su Yang frowned, "It feels a little scary."

She is actually a little older than Ning Xia by a year.

Ning Xia is more courageous than her.

"My servant heard that there used to be some places where there were always robbers and the like, robbing at night, killing people and stealing goods."

"After the emperor came to Xiyuan, many guards will patrol at night. The master is a concubine. If he goes back at night, the emperor should have specially ordered him to come and take care of him."

"Is that so?"

Su Yang's heart was slightly relieved, she stood still, turned her head and took a deep look at the brightly lit Ziguang Pavilion.

Kangxi should still be dealing with government affairs at this time.

In the afternoon, I tutored Xiaozhuan in copying Buddhist scriptures, but it was a delay.So now I am still struggling to catch up with work.

It really deserves it!

Su Yang couldn't help laughing, Ningxia couldn't understand the laughter, and also laughed foolishly.

On the second day, the weather was gloomy, but it was very stable without snow, and there was no cloud and mist to push the sun out, which happened to be very suitable for ice play activities.

Children of the Eight Banners gathered on the ice rink, dressed in different colors and holding chess pieces of different colors in their hands.

In the early years of the Qing Dynasty, the gathering of the Eight Banners on the ice rink was a kind of military activity, representing the powerful forces of all ethnic groups fighting for the emperor, and it was also a national custom every year. Later, as conditions changed, it gradually became a large-scale event. Game activity.

The program is brilliant and the scene is also very spectacular.

The emperor visited the ice rink in person and witnessed it with all civil and military officials: Zhonghai, Beihai, Nanhai, and the three seas are the venues, and there are densely packed Eight Banners competing in it. , - one is single player cooperation.

Kangxi sat on the ice bed of the high platform, went down two or three miles ahead, and set up several large flags.

And the concubines in the harem, with Kangxi as the center of the circle, sit and lean.

After the Eight Banners have played the competition once, the most powerful team flags are selected among them, and the rewards are distributed, and finally only some of them are kept on the periphery. item interaction.

But it will take several days to finish.

On the right side of Kangxi is the queen, and extending from the queen are the concubines.

On the left are Concubine Tong and Concubine Rong, followed by Su Yang.

Because of this, Su Yang could see farther on the ice rink, and even saw the cheerful smiles on the faces of those Eight Banners disciples.

This is not the first time for Ma Jiashi to experience it. She felt a little drowsy, but she didn't dare to blatantly lean on Su Yang to sleep, so she could only hold on, her eyelids drooping and sinking.

Su Yang stared intently for a while, feeling that his eyes were about to go blind. Taking advantage of people not paying attention, he quietly retracted his gaze, rubbed his eyes, and heard Concubine Rong's lazily sneering in his ear:

"Do you think it's fun?"

Su Yang: "..."

She calmly said: "It's okay."

It is similar to various activities held in modern schools. This kind of activity may have been more competitive in the past. If there are envoys from the country, it is tantamount to announcing on the spot that the soldiers of the country are strong and there is no problem with your belonging.

It's just sitting here dryly, participating in various activities politely as before, as if withdrawing...boring.

Concubine Rong covered her mouth, smiled lightly, leaned into her ear and said, "You don't know, Concubine An went to my lord's place yesterday."

Su Yang raised his eyebrows, and whispered to her, "Does it mean that the chair to sit on is not good, and the water glass used is not good?"

"It means that, but it's a little more tactful."

"From what she said, you drove her out, didn't you?"

"..."

"Did she tell you that too?"

Su Yang touched his face, looked at Kangxi, and saw that he was still watching the ice rink, so he felt relieved.

"Yes, the emperor asked me to go at Youshi, which delayed me for a while. When she heard this, she left without staying."

Su Yang's smile faded away, and he pondered: "I don't know what she means?"

Concubine Rong shook her head and said, "'You can only be a thief for a thousand days, how can you guard against a thief for a thousand days', you can rest assured and see what tricks she wants to play."

"Exactly."

Su Yang was reserved - smiled, "Your Majesty said so."

The next day, the Eight Banners disciples on the ice rink were almost halfway through the competition, and after finishing their repairs, they scattered and left Xiyuan, and they will not come back until tomorrow.

At this time, the harem concubines began to appear.

Women's activities have always been more popular with girls than these men.

What's more, these concubines are eager to shine today and win the emperor's eyes; the concubines who are not very favored on weekdays compete with each other to win the first place.

The activities of the concubines in the harem presided over by the queen this time were out of sequence and did not come according to their positions.

Su Yang didn't know anything, so he could only act as a cheerleader and applaud them.

In the end, she was the only one applauding...

This is a little embarrassing.

Su Yang could only keep silent, quietly looking at Concubine Rong who was dressed neatly, put on her skating shoes, and was like a fish in water on the ice rink, without any stagnation in her movements, she danced gracefully, and many difficult movements attracted palace officials from time to time. The concubines were amazed, and they lowered their waists and raised their water sleeves to the sky, facing the direction of the emperor, and slowly smiled.

Just when Su Yang thought the sleeve dance should end, Concubine Rong turned around and started dancing again.

Very energetic, Su Yang sighed.

At this time, a court lady quietly walked to her side, bent down and said in a low voice: "My lord, someone wants to see-see you."

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