Xiao Fenzi had already asked someone to move the box to the door of the warehouse. Bixue followed behind and said: 'Slow down, move carefully!'
As they talked, the two of them walked slowly out. When they passed the threshold, Bixue was absent-minded and staggered accidentally. Xiao Fenzi immediately stretched out her hand to give her an elbow.
Bixue suddenly felt as if she had been burned with a soldering iron, her whole face turned red and she almost jumped up.
She glared at Xiao Fenzi first, then raised her head and glanced forward in embarrassment. She saw the two handyman eunuchs holding boxes looking carefully at the road under their feet. No one noticed here.
Yiquan's eyes were fixed on Xiao Fenzi's hand holding Bixue.
She bit her lip and slowly moved away. Finally her eyes fell on the beads in Bi Xue's hair, and she paused.
Qixi walked out of the Nuan Pavilion, took in all this, and suddenly smiled and waved: "Yiquan, come here."
Qixi was the maid in charge, and now she was an aunt. Yiquan was slightly startled, but she didn't dare not listen, and walked over immediately.
Qixi didn't say much, he just gently held up her hand with one hand, put a green sandalwood hairpin in her hand, and then said softly: "It's almost the Chinese New Year, the master gave it to you, now wear it
It's against the rules, please wait a little longer."
Yiquan slowly closed his palms, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and said hoarsely: "Master, will you reward me?"
Qixi raised his hand and stroked her hair, and said softly: "Do your job well, the master will not treat any of us badly."
Yiquan lowered his head and remained silent.
…
After the Winter Solstice Ceremony, Ji Ling counted the days until Yinzhen would return day by day.
The New Year is also approaching.
Since the third year of Yongzheng's reign, when Yinzhen first settled in the Old Summer Palace, the center of political power of the empire began to gradually shift to the Old Summer Palace, and the Forbidden City seemed to be in vain.
For the past two years in a row, the New Year has been spent in the Old Summer Palace. In comparison, Ji Ling has almost forgotten the layout of Chengqian Palace.
"When did we come to Old Summer Palace?" Ji Ling asked Qixi when she was taking off her hair and makeup in the evening.
When Qixi heard her master ask this question, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Master, do you want to inherit the Qian Palace?" She put down the soup and said softly.
Ji Ling felt a little dazed when she asked him.
Along the way, from the West Courtyard of Jingyang Palace, to the East Courtyard, to the Natural Pictures, to Chengqian Palace, to Linzhi Palace in Shengjing, to the current Tiandi Family Spring...
From the second year of Yongzheng to the upcoming twelfth year of Yongzheng.
Only then did she realize that ten years had changed from place to place. Looking back, it was already ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
…
On the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor returned from the Forbidden City.
This time when he returned to the palace, he brought the three brothers Hongli, Hongzhou and Hongxin with him. Once he came down from the ancestor worship service, Ji Ling noticed that the sparkle in Hongxin's eyes was different.
"Eniang is inconvenienced this time, so you should go back with Huang Ama next time. Huang Ama has reserved a place for you in the ceremony. Concubine Yu wanted to join, but she couldn't." Hongxin reported the secret to her in private when she came back.
information.
Ji Ling was drinking tea and was stunned unconsciously.
She asked Hongxin: "What does it mean to want to go to college but not to succeed?"
Hongxin answered her boldly: "When we worship our ancestors, don't we have to kneel in front of us? The imperial concubine's throne is on top, and Huang Aniang seemed to want to promote her - but Huang Ama glared at her.
Concubine Yu just doesn’t dare to go up there herself.”
Ji Ling just said oh, imagining that scene - Concubine Yu was probably very embarrassed at that time, right?
Hongxin was probably influenced by Yinzhen, and he loved reading. He basically couldn't let go of the book. He would even hold a book while eating, reading and eating at the same time.
Ji Ling reached for the book in his son's hand and said to him: "You will have indigestion if you look like this, which is not good for your stomach."
Hongxin asked her: "Indigestion?"
Ji Ling thought about it and explained to him: "Eat when you eat, and read when you read. Doing two things at once is not good for your stomach."
Hong Xin answered her conclusively: "...But Huang Ama often does this during breakfast."
Ji Ling glanced at her son helplessly and thought, "Why are you comparing yourself to your workaholic Ama?" Then his heart suddenly jumped and he realized: "Your Majesty, Ama still takes you for breakfast?"
Hongxin did not nod or shake his head, with a sly smile in his eyes: "When we were in the Forbidden City, Huang Ama would summon one or two ministers alone before breakfast. He would often call his son to listen beside him.
You also need to criticize and listen to your son’s opinions.”
Ji Ling gave her son a piece of chopsticks and asked him, "What did you say?"
Hongxin frowned and thought for a while before saying: "Huang Ama read "Emperor Fan" to his son before. There are many truths in it, but his son feels that it may not be right. Taking advantage of this time, he often talks to him during breakfast.
Huang Ama asked for advice and discussed something."
Ji Ling thought: It is better to have no books than to believe in all the books. It is not a bad thing for Hongxin to have such an idea.
She thought for a while and then said: "The matter between Emperor Ama and you must not be made public."
Hongxin raised his head, looking at her with an expression that said "Mother, aren't you talking nonsense?", nodded and said: "Of course, my son has sense, don't worry, Mother."
Ji Ling nodded, reached out and patted Hongxin's shoulder gently, and said softly: "The winter clothes have been sent here again. I know the styles and colors you like, so I have kept them for you and packed them in the cabinet.
Here, after you finish eating, my mother will go with you to have a look."
Hongxin lowered his head and took a few bites of rice quickly, shook his head and said: "I'm not a sister, so I don't have that much time to be meticulous. The one I picked must be good. I'll just ask Xiaoyangzi to arrange for someone to carry it back to me later."
"
Ji Ling was speechless for a moment.
Hongxin is younger than the third princess, but her mental age is obviously above that of the third princess.
The reason for this is partly because he is a prince, and the pressure is naturally different from that of a princess. In other words, Hongxin is forced by the surrounding environment.
The other half of the reason is Hongxin himself - he is also an extremely motivated child who does not want to lag behind others.
Everything must be done first.
It's just... if a person has the mentality of "I must be the first and the best", it will inevitably be like a clockwork machine, and it will never be possible to stop and take a breath.
The Fourth Master has such a temperament.
And Hongxin, looking at it now, has exactly the same temperament.
Ji Ling swallowed, and suddenly felt sad.
"Be restrained and don't make anything public." When Hongxin left, Ji Ling told his son again.
Hongxin smiled nonchalantly and agreed good-naturedly one after another.
Mother and son walked down the steps hand in hand. Hongxin looked at E Niang's belly and said nothing to stop her from sending her any more.
Ji Ling saw that there was a row of pleats on the clothes around his waist, so he took off his jewelry armor and handed it to Qixi. He stepped forward and leaned over, smoothing the pleats with his own hands, and then asked Xiaoyangzi to wrap it up for Hongxin.
After tightening his cloak, I saw him getting on the chariot and going somewhere.