Yinzhen put down the tea cup, held Ji Ling's hand, and slowly told the story about He Hui.
Ji Ling sat next to him and couldn't help but feel a little moved as he listened to Yinzhen's description of Luo Erhan and He Hui's words.
She whispered: "Princess Hehui is innocent and straightforward. Although she has a true temperament, sometimes she is too straightforward. In this case, it is best to have a husband who tolerates her."
Yinzhen said lightly: "My adopted daughter, the princess of the Qing Dynasty, how dare Mongolia dare to neglect her? Who dares to neglect her?"
Ji Ling raised his eyebrows, turned his head and said, "Your Majesty, there is a big difference between 'not daring to be negligent' and 'willingly tolerating', and the life they lead is even more different.
After she said this, she pulled Yinzhen's sleeves as if nothing was wrong, hugged his arm and leaned against him.
Seeing her acting coquettishly, Yinzhen raised his hand to hold her head, kissed her gently between her eyebrows, and rubbed the back of her head lovingly. Thinking of the "willing tolerance" Ji Ling just said, he felt a little bit in his heart.
touch.
The third princess held the door of the palace and walked in crookedly. After bypassing the huge glazed portrait screen, she arrived next to Ji Ling. She pulled her sleeves and stood beside her, watching eagerly.
When Ji Ling saw her daughter coming, she felt a little embarrassed. She sat up straight, picked up the third princess on her lap, and kissed her cheek.
The third princess held a small flour unicorn in her hand, shouted "Hoo! Hoo!" and rowed the puppy back and forth in the air while listening to E Niang and Huang Ama talking.
After a while, she suddenly grabbed Ji Ling's sleeve and said, "Mom, what is Princess Heshuo?"
Heshuo is the title given to the concubines of the Qing emperors.
Made in the Qing Dynasty and imitated in the Ming Dynasty, the emperor's daughter was called "Princess", his legitimate daughter was called "Princess Gu Lun", and his concubine was called "Princess Heshuo".
Ji Ling thought for a while and couldn't explain it to the little baby, so he lowered his head and said: "Your sister Shushen, like sister Hehui, is a princess of Heshuo."
The third princess nodded as if she understood something, said oh, and gestured: "Princess Heshuo, Prince of Mongolia."
She turned around, climbed down from Ji Ling's knees, ran around the room with her short legs, and began to make sentences loudly to herself: "Princess Heshuo and Prince Mongolia."
Yinzhen looked at his daughter, his eyebrows softened. When he heard these words, he suddenly became thoughtful.
…
Princess Hehui's residence.
After being sent back, Princess Hehui threw herself into the brocade quilt on the bed and cried loudly. She threw the pillows on the floor. The servants knelt on the floor to persuade her, but to no avail.
Seeing that He Hui was at a loss and that He Hui's personal maid was in a hurry, Princess Shushen came.
As soon as she saw her, Princess Hehui threw herself into Princess Shushen's arms. While crying, she pulled Princess Shushen's sleeve and said, "Sister Shushen! Huang Ama actually said today that she would marry Luo Erhan!"
Shushen was dumbfounded, hugged He Hui and said, "What marriage do you mean? To whom?"
Princess Hehui said anxiously: "A family friend of his family!"
Princess Shushen reacted and whispered: "Huang Ama wants you both to give up!"
She raised her hand and stroked Hehui's hair, helped her up, and asked: "Sister Hehui, when did Emperor Amma decide the date set by the Ministry of Internal Affairs? Next year or the year after?"
He Hui cried until his face was covered with tears and snot, and he shook his head and said: "I don't know, Huang Ama just said this, but he didn't give an exact decree."
Shushen breathed a sigh of relief, pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "If Huang Ama really wanted to do something, he would not say it out loud before he made up his mind. I guess, since he is in front of you and Luo today,
If I tell Erhan’s face, this matter is probably not a big deal!”
The tears on Hehui's face haven't dried yet, but he has already raised his head and said with joy on his face: "Really?"
Princess Shushen nodded affirmatively, her eyes slowly passed over He Hui's face, and then she said: "Sister He Hui, do you really like that imperial guard?"
Hehui nodded and heard her mention the name of her crush. Although she tried hard to suppress it, her eyes still shone with light.
She whispered: "I like it."
After saying these two words, I thought of Luo Erhan standing in front of me today, saying again and again, "As long as the princess is considerate.", I couldn't help but reveal a sweet and bitter smile on my lips.
Princess Shushen stood up, walked a few steps in the inner hall, and looked up at the slaves.
Princess Hehui understood and waved her hand to let the maids go out.
When they were the only two sisters left in the palace, Princess Shushen whispered: "Sister Hehui, apart from the three princesses of Concubine Chen, there are only two other princesses in the palace, you and me. Naturally, our bond is extraordinary.
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Princess Hehui buried her head in her warm embrace and nodded muffledly.
Shushen sighed deeply, as if she had made some important decision, paused for a moment, and then said with difficulty: "Sister, sister, go ask the emperor's mother, and sister will marry you to Mongolia!"
Princess Hehui suddenly raised her head and looked at her in disbelief, tears flashing in her eyes.
Princess Shushen stood up slowly and walked to the window.
At this time, the moonlight outside the palace was like ink, with only the glimmer of stars. Half of her face was like a sculpture, with her beautiful eyebrows and nose covered in half of the shadow. She turned to look at Hehui and said quietly: "Sister, I am incompetent.
I can't help you with anything, but this is the only way I can give it a try."
Princess Hehui was speechless.
Princess Shushen said quietly: "After all, the one Mongolia asked to marry was just Princess Heshuo of the Qing Dynasty, wasn't it?"
…
In the afternoon of the second day, Yangxin Hall.
Yinzhen and other ministers discussed matters until noon. When they returned from the military aircraft, Princess Shushen came over to ask for an audience.
It was winter, and Princess Shushen was wearing a sable cloak that was not old. The tips of the fur had been worn to a slightly white color. Against her frail figure, she looked like a paper doll when she walked in.
Then I felt a little more pity.
When she arrived in front of Yinzhen, she bowed her head and lowered her eyes, then saluted and said, "My son, please give your regards to the emperor!"
Yinzhen asked her to get up and looked at Shushen in front of him.
With an oval-shaped face, long and neat brows and tails, and slightly downward eye ends, this eye shape means that when you look at people, you will always look at them with a mixture of seven points of humility and three points of alienation.
Yinzhen saw the shadow of the former deposed prince on her face.
Compared to Princess Hehui, who was born to Prince Yi, he actually didn't pay much attention to Shushen. No wonder the father and daughter felt a little alienated and embarrassed when they met alone.
"Why are you here?" Yinzhen tried to make his voice gentle and kind.
Shushen raised her head and looked at him and said: "Huang Ama, sister Hehui has shed tears day and night because of the Mongolia issue. I can't bear it because I have a heart-to-heart with sister Hehui."
As she spoke, she knelt down, kowtowed and said, "My son is willing to marry to Mongolia in place of sister He Hui."
The earth dragon in the palace was extremely hot and stuffy. Shushen knelt on the ground and could only smell the faint fragrance of agarwood in the palace. The fragrance lingered faintly and sank downwards. On the contrary, it was the person in the lower position who smelled it most strongly.
She didn't hear Huang Ama's answer for a long time, and she felt her face gradually heat up from bottom to top.
Yinzhen finally spoke and asked calmly: "Is this what you mean?"
