"No." Wen Ruqing shook her head and said: "My sister is kind and sensible. She will definitely understand the emperor's difficulties. Besides, marrying far away does not necessarily mean it is not a good thing. Maybe you can meet a good one.
Just like Princess Wencheng during the Tang Dynasty."
Yinzhen nodded slightly and said: "What you say makes some sense. Galdan of Junggar just succeeded to the throne last year. He is young and brave and good at fighting. He is indeed much better than ordinary people."
Seeing that Yinzhen was persuaded, Wen Ruqing said again: "If the emperor really feels that he owes Hui and the princess, he can just make the princess Princess Gulun and marry her to Junggar with the gift of Princess Gulun."
According to the rules, only the legitimate daughter born to the queen can be named Princess Gu Lun, which means world, country, nobility, elegance in Manchu. All children born to concubines can be named Princess Heshuo, which means one side.
Since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, there has never been a case where the daughter of a concubine was named Princess Gu Lun.
Under Wen Ruqing's persuasion, Yinzhen gradually accepted the idea of marrying far away, or maybe he had already accepted it, but he just needed someone to affirm himself so that he didn't need to feel so guilty.
Many times, the emperor must abandon his own preferences and put the interests of the country first.
After solving the worries that had been hanging in his heart, Yinzhen suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He talked to Wen Ruqing about other things, and no matter what he said, Wen Ruqing could pick up the conversation very well, unlike some concubines, who just
He listened passively, and only when he asked her questions, would he reply with one or two boring words.
Yinzhen said approvingly: "You know a lot."
Wen Ru poured out her pink tongue and said, "I like to read some miscellaneous books when I have nothing to do. Your Majesty, just don't blame me for talking nonsense."
Yinzhen shook his head. At that time, the clock was ringing outside, and unknowingly it was the third watch. Wen Ruqing said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, please rest early. We have to go to court early in the morning."
Yinzhen nodded slightly and stretched out his hand towards Wen Ruqing. The latter immediately understood the meaning, her pretty face flushed, and she put her soft, boneless hand into Yinzhen's palm. This shyness made her even more charming and heart-wrenching.
But my heart is moved.
The night is dark, but the Yangxin Hall is full of spring...
At the same time, the autumn mood was deep in Kunning Palace. Shumulu had been waiting for a day, but Nala never came out to see her.
"Hui promised, it's already past the third watch. You'd better go back first and wait until tomorrow to talk about everything. Otherwise, it's such a deep and dew-heavy autumn, how can you survive the cold if you get cold." Yingchun persuaded with good intentions.
"I'm not in the way, aunt, you don't have to worry about me. Besides, the queen asked me to wait here, so how can I leave first." Although Yingchun is not the steward aunt of Kunning Palace, she, like Feicui, is a child.
She is serving around the family, so she is usually called aunt politely.
After Yingchun left, Mrs. Shumulus stood under the eaves of the palace with her aching legs, letting the cool autumn wind pass without moving. Since she is here, she must see Mr. Nala before leaving, otherwise everything she did today will be in vain.
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I don't know how much time passed, but Yingchun came out again, bowed and said with a smile: "Hui promised, the master is free, and asked you to go to the inner hall to see her."
Shumulu felt happy and relieved. As long as Nala was willing to see her, everything would be possible. She thanked Yingchun and said, "Thank you, aunt."
"Hui promised to be polite, come in quickly." Mrs. Shumulu walked in with a smile to welcome the spring. As soon as she entered the inner hall, she felt a wave of heat coming towards her face, warming her body that was frozen stiff in the cold wind.
She had never felt such warmth since entering the palace.
For some reason, the tip of her nose was so sore that she wanted to cry. She held it back, and knelt down to worship Nala, who was sitting in the chair. "I bow to the Queen, may I be blessed."
Nala sighed softly and said: "Yesterday Hongshi came to the palace to pay his respects. Speaking of the cold autumn weather, the autumn clothes brought by the Ministry of Internal Affairs were not warm enough, so I hurriedly sewed one for him.
I forgot about the time, but I asked Hui to agree to wait for so long for nothing. Hui promised not to blame me, right?"
"Your Majesty has a loving motherly heart, how can I not be considerate of this?" Shumulu's fearful words made Nala nod with satisfaction, "Just don't cause trouble. By the way, why did Hui agree to come to see me today?"
Hearing her question, Mrs. Shumulu quickly kowtowed and said, "To tell you the truth, I have already driven Hui Qiu and the others out of Shuiyixuan."
"Oh? So you have already figured it out?" Nala took the lotus seed soup from Jade and gently took a spoonful, but did not put it into his mouth immediately.
She raised her head, bit her lower lip hard, and said slowly: "Yes, I don't want to live alone in the harem like this, let alone be abused by those slaves, so I ask the empress to make the decision for me."
Nara smiled casually, and when the corners of his lips curved up, wrinkles as thin as willow silk appeared, "Hui promised not to come for so long, and you will not understand me anymore. Amitabha, fortunately not, otherwise it would be a pity."
Looking at those familiar eyes, the smile gradually deepened in his eyes. After more than ten years, Tong Jiali's drama can finally be staged again. I believe it will be more lively this time.
"I am stupid, it took me so long to figure it out, but I will never let you down again." Her eyes were calmer than ever before. She finally took this step. From now on, she will no longer be the Shumulu Jiahui she used to be.
"Very good." Nala nodded, raised his chin and said, "Jade, Fuhui agreed. In addition, Hui promised to stand for so long. She must be hungry. Go and get a bowl of lotus seed soup."
"Thank you, empress." Faced with the queen's obvious show of goodwill, Shumulu breathed a sigh of relief. She was too weak on her own, and her mother's family could not be relied on at all. If she wanted to get ahead in the harem, she must rely on others, and the queen
This tree is in the harem
A big tree with deep roots in the harem is undoubtedly the best choice. Of course, the most important thing is that the queen once hinted that she can be promoted, but the prerequisite is that she must know how to survive in the harem, otherwise even if she is promoted, she will soon be destroyed.
On to her own cowardice.
The moon sets and the sun rises, repeating the same scene that has lasted for thousands of years. On this day, Wen Ruyan came to Chengqian Palace to discuss with Ling Ruo the candidate for Han Yan's forehead. They had chosen three at first, and they had to choose one from them.
The most suitable one comes out.
During the discussion, he saw Yinzhen coming in. He quickly stood up and saluted. Wen Ruyan glanced at him and said knowingly: "I'll take my leave first."
Before Wen Ruyan could leave, Yinzhen had already stopped her and said, "Please keep Hui concubine. I came here specifically to find you."
"Looking for my concubine?" Wen Ruyan was surprised. If he was looking for me, he should go to Yanxi Palace. How could he come to Chengqian Palace? How could he know that he happened to be here.