In the Chengqian Palace, the lights were still bright. The night was as quiet as water, and all the servants serving in the palace lowered their heads, not daring to say more.
Wen Xi was grinding ink quietly, while Kangxi was burying his head in reviewing the memorial, and his pen made a slight rustling sound from time to time. Wen Xi was not sleepy at first, and he was grinding ink leisurely, but this kind of boredom continued, hour after hour, and his eyes were filled with tears.
Feeling sleepy, his hands kept rotating and grinding the ink, but his eyelids were mostly drooped.
Kangxi didn't notice it. He only concentrated on reading the memorial, opened another one, glanced at it quickly, and suddenly slapped the table and shouted: "Okay! Good!!"
Wen Xi was so disturbed by his sudden yelling that she flew away sleepily, only to hear Kangxi smile and say: "The fourth child is getting better and better!"
Wen Xi became a little curious. She looked over and saw that it was a memorial from Prince Yinzhen. But she didn't know why Kangxi praised Yinzhen? Wen Xi was full of doubts.
Kangxi took a red pen and circled it, and said: "Since Zhang Yushu retired, the new river governor's rites committee has been really bad! The prince's three river management strategies, the first two are ordinary, the last one is to solve the problem from the source. Months ago
Yinzhen followed what he said in private, and it seems to have been improved a lot now."
Wen Xi immediately understood that it was Yin Zhen's method that was secretly given to Yin Reng. No wonder Kangxi said it was good, not only because it was a good plan to control the river, but also because of the good brotherhood.
Wen Xi looked carefully and saw that the last strategy, written in a straight line, was to plant trees in the middle and upper reaches of the Yellow River! Wen Xi lowered his head and rubbed his temples. This method will naturally be known to everyone in later generations, but the inherent concepts of this era are
Restrictions. They only think about the danger of flooding downstream, so they build dams to divert water conservancy. They don't think about the stable areas in the middle and upper reaches.
I also knew that this strategy could not have been thought up by Yinzhen. Ruyan must have been fluttering her butterfly wings again! River embankments are dangerous, especially the Yellow River. During heavy rains, if the Yellow River breaks its embankments and changes its course, thousands of people will be killed.
Families were destroyed and people were displaced. This was a big blow to the people and the court. Therefore, during Kangxi's reign, the post of governor of rivers was specially established to manage the north and south rivers. During Kangxi's southern tour, the chief was inspecting river works, which shows that he attached great importance to rivers.
Such a good plan. No wonder Kangxi was overjoyed.
Immediately, Kangxi gradually restrained his smile and said: "Unfortunately, we can't use it now." He sighed again, "Geldan in the north is ready to move again, and the treasury is still tight. There is no money and energy for a while.
Do this. Planting trees and stabilizing rivers is not something that can be done overnight, it will take ten years at least. It is not the right time now."
Wen Xi didn't interrupt, she just quietly polished her ink, just acting as a listener.
Kangxi put down the memorial, picked up a cup of mulberry, chrysanthemum and honey tea next to him, took two sips, and said with a smile: "It's getting late, isn't it?"
The eunuch Xiao Quanzi who was keeping watch below took two steps forward and reported: "Go back to the emperor. It's almost time."
Kangxi hummed and held Wen Ru's hand. "If I don't rest, I'm afraid you won't rest either. Let's talk about the remaining memorials tomorrow!"
Wen Xi hummed, she was indeed sleepy. She rarely stayed up so late on weekdays, but Kangxi seemed to be like this often.
Layers of curtains and beaded curtains fell from the bedroom, and Wen Xi got into the bed, then lowered her eyelids tiredly. Kangxi did not bother her for a while at night, so he just held her in his arms and whispered: "Go to sleep." After saying this,
With these two words, Kangxi fell asleep faster than Wen Xi, and soon his breathing became even.
Wenxi secretly released a bottle of spiritual mist from Lingquan Mountain. Kangxi's fever had just subsided and his body was still not feeling well. If he was not careful, he might have relapsed. Needless to say, the effectiveness of the spiritual mist.
The next day, Kangxi went to the morning court, and Wen Xi returned to his palace. He took care of the flowers and plants in the courtyard a little, and then someone from the imperial court came to give him a reward, saying that it was a reward for serving the sick, so naturally the concubine Xuan of Jingyang Palace also got it.
reward.
Wen Xi saw that these were the new tributes of clothing, satin, and some jewelry in the summer, which were also things she was used to seeing, so she rewarded Xiao Quanzi who came to deliver the rewards, and asked everyone to register and put them in the warehouse. Anyway, they would all be there in a while.
Can't be put to use.
In June, Guarjia was officially canonized as the Crown Princess, and it was even more justified to be the Associate Governor of the Sixth Palace. Although the Crown Princess became increasingly popular in the palace, her biggest regret was that she could not get pregnant. The Crown Prince Fu Jin Li Jia
After she gave birth to the prince's eldest son, Hongxi, the eldest grandson of Kangxi, her status became increasingly stable. She was favored in the Yuqing Palace, and her status was almost as high as that of the crown princess. Guarjia's position as the crown princess was also very embarrassing.
At the end of July, Guarjia and other concubines who were co-administrators of the Sixth Palace came to Wenxi Palace to report the situation of the month. It was nothing major. However, on the sixth day of this month, Li, a concubine in the fourth elder brother's house, gave birth to a little girl.
Compared with the previous children born to the Song family who died young due to congenital deficiencies, this one is said to be very healthy.
Wen Xi also prepared a full-moon gift according to the etiquette, and just asked Yu Ludai to come out of the palace to send it to her. Eniang Shu Shujueluo also brought Zhongxin and her daughter into the palace, and Niu Hulu had already removed her filial piety and returned to the court.
Entering the palace is now a bit more relaxed. E Niang is in good spirits, but her center of mass is too thin, and her whole person is lifeless. When Wen Xi saw it, she couldn't help but shook her head and said: "The matter has come to this, and the sorrow is too much. My eldest brother Jiuquanzhi
I won’t be able to rest in peace!”
Zhixin smiled bitterly and said, "I'm worried about the imperial concubine. I'm fine with you."
Wen Xi's eyes fell on Wan Jing, who was already tall and graceful, and she looked even more beautiful. Wen Xi called her forward, took her hand, and said to Qi Xin: "Wan Jing will be fifteen next year, and she is going to run for election.
, you, the forehead girl, should give her more guidance."
Thinking of his daughter, Chu Xin's gloomy eyes suddenly became brighter and he said, "Jing'er is good at everything, but her heart is too soft."
"Since you know that she is soft-hearted, you should have taught her some lessons early on!" Wen Xi raised her voice and said, "If Jing'er can have half the means you did back then, she will become a royal wife in the future and she won't have to worry about being bullied by concubines.
Got it!"
Qi Xin suddenly trembled and asked hurriedly: "Wan Jing can really..."
Wen Xi glanced at Wan Jing, "Didn't you tell your mother?" Wan Jing has been corresponding with the seventh brother, but does she actually know about it?
Wan Jing's face turned red and she said, "It's still something uncertain." As she said this, there was a hint of sadness in her brows.
Wen Xi said firmly: "I will naturally fight for Jing'er! The seventh prince born by Concubine Cheng is deeply loved by the emperor. He is also talented in literature and has first-class character. I am also close to Concubine Cheng.
We are very close, and Concubine Cheng also likes Jing'er very much!"
Zhixin was immediately overjoyed, with tears of excitement in his eyes, "Thank you, Imperial Concubine, for planning Jing'er!"
Wen Xi held Wan Jing's hand and said: "This is my biological niece, so naturally I have to plan for her. It's just that Jing'er's temperament is too pure and kind, you should teach her a lesson!"
Zhixin nodded hurriedly, his tone trembling with excitement: "Yes! Imperial Concubine, please rest assured!"
Wen Xi nodded slightly. She looked like this, and Wen Xi felt a little relieved! Although Linge was gone, Zhongxin still had two daughters. Naturally, she hoped that her daughter would be prosperous and happy. It gave her hope, and she would not continue to be depressed.
Go down.
After the death of the old lady Guarjia, Eniang Shushujueluo became the old lady of Chengen Gongfu. She was the highest in seniority. The current Chengen Gong, Aling'a, was very filial. Although she was gentle and knew that filial piety was
It originated from the fact that Shu Shujueluo had a daughter of an imperial concubine who gave birth to two princes in the palace, but her life was peaceful. Although Aling'a was the biological son of Yi Bilong, after all, he was not the daughter of E Niang. He was more than respectful and affectionate.
There is always not much, and the same goes for Wenxi.
I then asked E Niang about Al Ling'a's wife. She found out about the current pregnancy status of Mrs. Cheng'en. He Shuo Gege was already six months pregnant and was afraid she would give birth by the end of the year. Aling'a was naturally looking forward to her pregnancy.
With a son, the title does not need to be passed on by heirs like Linge.
Shu Shujue Luo Shi smiled and said: "Everything is fine, I don't need to worry about it. But Ruozhen, the girl who lives in the same room as the third brother and sister, is also older. I think she should have a good destination for the draft next year."
Of course, she is talking about the third aunt Shu Mulu. She has three sons. Ruozhen is the daughter of one of the third uncle's concubines and waiters. She has always been raised by her side. Now she is older, but her gentleness does not leave much impression. The third wife's concubine
There were five or six girls. Wen Xi was afraid that she couldn't even name them all, so she said, "Yes, are they fourteen or fifteen?"
Shu Shujueluo couldn't help but sigh: "I'm seventeen years old, but I suddenly suffered from a throat disease in the last draft and was not selected in the second round. I have been observing filial piety for three more years, but it was all delayed. The third brother and sister also said that they wanted to change.
The daily delivery sign is here to say hello to the empress."
Wen Xi nodded, "I haven't seen my third aunt for a long time." It was almost three years since I last saw her.
With a gentle nod, Shumulu handed the sign to the palace the next day.
We haven’t seen each other for several years, and Mr. Shumulu is also much older. E Niang once took a pill of Huanyang Pill, so she looks a bit younger than her. Once people get older, they no longer look as bright as they did when they were young.
Naturally, her temperament has become much more mellow, and she also has a girl with her who is thin, frail, and has a pitiful appearance. She must be the third uncle's young daughter Ruozhen.
After all, they are not biological mother and daughter, and there is not even the slightest resemblance between their eyebrows. However, Ruozhen follows Shu Mulu closely, and she seems to be very dependent on her. They both kowtow to Wen Xi and say, "Bless your concubine! May your concubine be blessed!"
Wen Xi hurriedly gave her a hand and said in a kind tone: "My family, there is no need to be polite!" Then she ordered Zhu'er to move two embroidered piers for them to sit on, and served Junshan Silver Needle tea for each other to drink.
Wen Xi smiled and said: "I haven't seen my third aunt for many years." There was a sigh in her tone. When she was in the boudoir, Mrs. Shu Mulu loved her like a daughter. Now think about it, since she entered the palace
, not very close. Originally, Mr. Shumulu was a few years younger than E Niang, but now there are silver threads in her bun that cannot be hidden, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes can no longer be covered by thick makeup. After all, is she old?
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