"The emperor looks a little tired, but is it because the government is too busy?" Shu Jin asked with concern on his face.
But he sighed in his heart. Yongzheng was old and could no longer stay up late. Many major military affairs were entrusted to Prince Yi. Hong Zhou finally got access to the core authority. Naturally, the emperor could take back the grant at any time if he said a word.
rights! So Hongzhou can still only work for him honestly.
Yong Zheng waved his hand, "This year is going well..."
It was related to the court, and Yongzheng naturally did not want to talk to the harem women, so he only said this sentence, and then said: "The day before yesterday, Huairou and Dorji Sebuteng jointly signed a greeting note. I saw that every sentence was true -
—I miss Huairou a little bit."
Bah! Do you deserve to miss Funkri?!
Shu Jin immediately said: "Huairou is far away in Khalkha, so he must miss the emperor very much. If there is nothing important in Khalkha now, the emperor can summon his daughter and son-in-law to the capital. It is not only a grace, but also a way to talk about the family relationship."
Yong Zheng waved his hand, "Huairou has only been married for more than half a year. If there is no big event, how can I ask them to go to Beijing all the way? It's better to take it slow."
Shu Jin slandered: What a big deal? Is the death of the Dog Emperor a big deal?!
Shu Jin could only continue to smile: "Your Majesty is a kind and considerate father, and the princess and Fu must be deeply moved."
After saying that, Shu Jin said nicely at the right time: "Last winter, the emperor fell ill, and Huairou must have been very concerned. If it had been in previous years, Huairou would have been at the emperor's side every day."
Thinking of Huairou's obedient and filial appearance in the past years, Yongzheng felt a little softer in his heart, "Let's wait for a few months..." If I can't survive this year, I will summon Huairou to Beijing to prevent the child from seeing me.
The last side.
How many months to wait???
If you wait a little longer, will you be able to survive until then?
Shu Jin cursed, but in his heart he hoped that the emperor would die soon!
Because the emperor died, Huairou had to go to Beijing to attend the funeral according to etiquette. Concubine Mao could see her daughter at that time.
Yongzheng took a sip of tea slowly, and then suddenly asked: "I heard that Concubine Mao has always been depressed recently?"
Shu Jin sighed melancholy, "Concubine Mao, like the emperor, misses Huairou very much, so she often goes to Huairou recently and likes the spring scenery of Wuling the most."
Yong Zheng was silent for a moment, and his tone suddenly became cold and faint: "Your Majesty, do you think Concubine Mao is resentful towards me?"
Shu Jin's heart tightened, and he quickly said with a smile: "How could it be? The emperor also has the emperor's difficulties, and Concubine Mao is not a daughter's family, how can she not understand the emperor's difficulties? It's just that a mother can't let go of her daughter after all."
Yongzheng put down the tea cup and exhaled a breath: "That's all, she's already old, and I don't bother to argue with her."
Shu Jin: Ah! How dare you argue with Concubine Mao?! You still have the nerve to talk about Concubine Mao’s age! You are even more of a bad old man!
After Shu Jin coaxed him with good words, he finally sent away the suspicious and seriously ill Dog Emperor.
After receiving the emperor's chariot respectfully, Wu Zhaku breathed a sigh of relief. The emperor seemed to be more suspicious... Compared to the fifth master, the emperor was really difficult to serve! Wu Zhaku couldn't help but feel jealous of the imperial concubine.
I sympathize so much, it’s really not easy for the imperial concubine!
Recently, when serving the emperor, Shu Jin had to carry the string at all times. Alas! At first, she thought that without Niu Hulu and her son causing trouble, she would be able to relax.
But she ignored that her biggest enemy is this dog emperor!
Shu Jin lay softly on the Arhat couch. Seeing this, Chang Li quickly offered her a cup of ginseng tea and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mother."
Shu Jin smiled bitterly: "Compared to Concubine Mao, the emperor treats me very well."
At the very least, Yongzheng never persecuted her children.
The beatings, scoldings and scoldings given to Hong Zhou on weekdays actually didn't matter. After all, such a huge country and country would be passed on to Hong Zhou in the future, and Hong Zhou had to pay the price for suffering these hardships.
As for Shu Jin, she immediately became motivated when she thought that she could outlast this bad guy and be promoted to empress dowager!
It doesn't matter, no matter how difficult the dog emperor is to serve, I can tolerate it!
After all, she could live to be over ninety years old!
In the first half of your life, you have to work hard to serve the bad old man, and in the second half of your life, you will be free and happy!
It’s worth it too!
Thinking of this, Shu Jin's eyebrows slowly widened. As long as the dog emperor is not regarded as her husband, but as a family member, and only as the big boss - and after the big boss dies, all the inheritance will belong to her and Hong Zhou.
!She got mad!
Mrs. Wu Zhaku looked at the imperial concubine with a bit more admiration. The emperor was so cold and cold, and the empress could still be respectful. She would never be able to do it in her place!
Shu Jin originally thought that this winter, Yongzheng would probably fall ill again, and then he would die if he couldn't afford it. After all, elderly people are most likely to die in winter.
Unexpectedly, in the seventh month, Yongzheng suddenly fainted in the Qingyan Palace of Kyushu.
Without saying anything, Shu Jin immediately summoned Concubine Mao, Concubine Mi, Ying Guiren and several other young concubines to go to Qingyan in Kyushu to attend to the illness.
As for the job of serving patients, all the concubines in the harem were already skilled at the job. They were all dressed in simple and elegant manners with courteous eyebrows. As a noble concubine, Shu Jin took the lead to step forward and serve the emperor who was unconscious.
Arrive.
King Hongshi of Kejun, Prince Hongzhou, Liubeile Hongshi, Qibei Hongxin—all except the imprisoned Si Age Hongli were all present.
The princes in the branch now have gardens, and it is much cheaper to travel to the Old Summer Palace to attend to illnesses. In the past two years, several princes have frequently visited the palace to attend to illnesses.
"Has Khan Ama not woken up yet?" Hongshi, the eldest among the princes, couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Although Khan Ama didn't like him, he at least gave him the title of county king. If Khan Ama went
...Hongshi couldn't help but glance at his brother secretly.
Since Hong Zhou lived under the emperor's nose, he naturally arrived much earlier than the other brothers. At this time, Hong Zhou was naturally quite filial and respectful to his brother whose title was lower than his own: "Third brother, don't worry, E Niang has just said
I have taken medicine to serve Khan Amma, and I think Khan Amma will wake up after some time."
Looking at the old imperial father on the sick bed, Hongshi didn't have much filial piety, but he was still a little uneasy after all - this was the fear of the future.
The eldest princess Huaike arrived with the princes outside the palace. She looked at the emperor's withered face and felt inexplicable fear in her heart. However, she quickly calmed down and bowed respectfully to the imperial concubine Geng.
: "Thank you for your hard work, your concubine and fifth brother."
Shu Jin was full of worry and said: "Although the emperor had some minor ailments in the past, they were all in winter. Now it is only July and the weather is perfect. I really didn't expect that the emperor would suddenly fall ill."
And he fell into unconsciousness again—it was probably the erysipelas that had attacked his heart.
Shu Jin was indeed a little worried. Although she knew Yongzheng's lifespan, she didn't know in what month he died of illness! If this guy didn't die until the twelfth lunar month, wouldn't I have to take care of him?
Half a year? That would really kill me!
Alas, the 23rd year of Yongzheng's reign, hurry up and get there!
