Chapter five hundred and sixty second double happiness
There is also the so-called "unpacking ceremony". This is an old custom of the Manchus. That is, after unpacking the dowry, Fujin must first present nine sets of clothes to the emperor and the queen to show filial piety to his parents-in-law.
Early the next morning, the prince and Fujin went to visit the emperor and his biological mother and concubine one by one, which was called "courteous ceremony".
Ji Ling looked at Mrs. Fucha's small face. After the wedding, her cold temperament seemed to have faded a bit, becoming softer and sweeter.
Well, cookie wife.
Ji Ling could see that his son was obviously very satisfied.
As long as she was satisfied, she let out a sigh of relief - even as a man, if he marries a wife who is not the one he likes for the rest of his life and stays with her on his pillow for the rest of his life, that feeling... would not be pleasant.
Coming out of the palace, Mrs. Fucha followed Hongxin. She was not as tall as her sixth brother, and she was out of breath all the way.
Hongxin was used to walking alone, with his servants chasing after him. When he turned around, he saw his little Fujin following behind, his hair slightly disheveled and breathing heavily, and he suddenly felt guilty.
Fucha said softly: "Brother Six, slow down and wait."
She always spoke in such a delicate and gentle manner. The sixth prince had gotten along a lot with the third princess in the past, and there was no princess around in the palace. It was rare for such a quiet and gentle girl to stand firm.
Mrs. Fucha followed, and Hongxin reached out to hold her hand from her sleeve.
Mr. Fucha immediately felt embarrassed: "Brother Six...this is inappropriate..."
Hongxin smiled: "We are both husband and wife, you follow me."
He had a beautiful smile, and when he raised his head, his chin showed a graceful curve, and his face was full of energy. Mrs. Fucha slightly raised her face to look at him, her face flushed.
I don't know if it's rouge or blush.
Two months later, it was already the Dragon Boat Festival, and the third princess's son, Ji Ling's grandson, was already one year old.
The seventh elder brother has gradually become less naughty, but his coquettishness is still very good, even the girls can't compare. When I heard that my sister's child was one year old, the whole Tiandi family immediately jumped up and down and ordered people to take care of him, saying that he would take care of him.
Find a suitable gift and let him, the little uncle, carry it to meet his nephew.
Ji Ling:...Poof!
On the day of the third princess's child's birthday party, good news came from Hongxin.
Double happiness, really double happiness!
The Fucha family is happy.
The young couple had only been married for two months, and they were already happy.
This shows Hongxin’s efficiency and the good relationship between the couple.
Yinzhen was overjoyed, and Ji Ling even felt that he was happier than when he saw Hongxin was born.
This is his direct and direct royal grandson.
Hongxin will also be the father of his children from now on.
Sometimes, Ji Ling looked at her son's face and couldn't help but sigh, thinking that he was just a young man, and in the blink of an eye he was already a father.
In her eyes, Hongxin, like the third princess, will always be a good child.
forever.
Fucha's morning sickness was very severe, much worse than Ji Ling's before. Ji Ling went to see her many times, summoned imperial doctors, private doctors, and asked Yinzhen to let Fucha's mother-in-law come in to accompany her.
.
Still useless.
After her mother left, Ji Ling fed her medicated porridge and said distressedly: "Good child, you have suffered!"
Mrs. Fucha was terrified on the bed and said over and over again: "Mother, imperial concubine, noble concubine, how can my children and ministers bear this!"
Ji Ling held her shoulders, fearing that the jewelry armor might scratch her, so he took it off and handed it to Qixi next to him, and then said softly: "Good boy, since you call me mother-in-law, you will treat me as your concubine."
That’s right, my mother-in-law.”
She reached out and brushed Mrs. Fucha's bangs, and said softly: "This is your first child, so you are inevitably guilty. When I was pregnant with Princess Duanrou, I also vomited very badly like you do now. At that time,
I just thought - it would be great if my mother was by my side."
Mrs. Fucha leaned on the bed, and the palace maid next to her knelt down to wipe the sweat from her forehead. She calmed down for a moment and felt much better, and then she said softly: "The Emperor Ama loves his mother-in-law so much, the Imperial Concubine. At that time
…Aren’t there any concubine’s natal family members entering the palace?”
Ji Ling sighed softly and said: "Of course there is. It's just..."
It’s just...the mother is not the mother.
It's not the "mom" she misses in her heart.
She was lost in thought for a while, raised her head, gently held Fucha's hand, and said: "I have read all the prescriptions, sour and sweet, and put them on the upper and lower layers of the food box.
Hongxin will accompany you when he comes back from school. I have been here for a long time, and you will inevitably be cautious, so I will leave now."
She paused and said softly: "If something happens, ask someone to go to Tiandi Family Spring immediately. I will stay at Tiandi Family Spring and won't go anywhere else. My mother and concubine are here, so don't be afraid."
Mrs. Fucha almost cried and kept nodding.
Ji Ling tucks the quilt for her with his own hands. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard Fucha shout in a trembling voice: "Eniang!"
Ji Ling turned around and smiled at her with a gentle smile.
After leaving Hongxin's residence and on the way back, Bixue sighed: "Master, you are so kind to Liufu Jin!"
Ji Ling smiled, knowing that it would not be easy for anyone.
Such a little girl became a mistress for the sake of a wife at such a young age. How could her parents not worry about her?
Even leaving aside these things, she still has selfish motives.
She can't stay with Hongxin forever.
A hundred years later, it was his first wife who stayed by Hongxin's side.
A man is a man, and Hongxin has a temper similar to that of Yinzhen. From now on..., it is inevitable that there will be no bumps in the road.
Every time she treats Fucha family better now, Fucha family will also be grateful for this affection and care more about her son in the future.
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The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the New Year of Yongzheng's 19th year arrives as promised.
In the Old Summer Palace, amidst the sound of firecrackers, Fucha's wet nurse knelt down in front of her bed with tears streaming down her face, holding her child in her arms and crying with joy: "Little master, Liufu Jin, you have given birth to a little brother! It's my brother!"
His legitimate wife, his eldest son.
Although the sixth elder brother is very kind to Liu Fujin, from the wet nurse's point of view, nothing good can be as important as this little elder brother.
Children are the foundation and the basis for establishing oneself.
With the eldest son, any colorful vixen coming in from now on will not be able to uncover the Wuzhishan of Liufujin.
On the bed, Mrs. Fucha stayed up for two days and two nights before giving birth to her fat, white son. She was almost exhausted, her hair had long been soaked with sweat and stuck to her face, and her complexion was pale.
She heard her little brother's cry, stretched out her hand and said, "Where is Mr. Six...?"
Hongxin was guarding outside. He waited all day and night. He also sat here and held on during the night, and he couldn't help but doze off.
Hearing the noise, he immediately stood up and wanted to come in. A group of nuns stopped him, saying that the blood room was unlucky.
Hongxin stretched out her hand to shake the person away, and walked to Fucha's bed in three steps and two steps at a time. Seeing her like this, she felt extremely distressed.
"My son is like me... he's good-looking..." Mr. Fucha didn't even have the energy to smile. After spitting out these words, she couldn't say anything else.
