The delivery room was still wet with hot steam and bloody smell. Fucha felt as if her whole body had shed a layer of skin.
My heavy belly felt relieved.
My ears were buzzing with all kinds of noises. I heard someone said that they had gone to Jiuzhou Qingyan Hall to announce the good news of spring to the Tiandi family.
Hongxin reached out to hold her hand and put it against his face, while the little brother was carried to breastfeed.
In the evening, Yinzhen came to see it in person.
He was very happy and said to Ji Ling on the way back: This child of Fucha family is a lucky one, just like you."
Ji Ling was held by his hand, and the two of them walked slowly on the path of the imperial garden. People are in high spirits during happy events. In just over a year, they got a grandson, and then another grandson. Yinzhen laughed loudly.
"Lingling, our children will be as blessed as you are!" He held her hand and said.
Although Yinzhen likes this child, he doesn't celebrate it in a big way - firstly, he has to consider the mood of other brothers, and secondly, the child is still too young. If the blessing is too deep, it will be bad.
This is the same as when people name their children, choose kittens or puppies, saying that they will be easy to feed.
Although there is no celebration, all kinds of rewards must not be wronged. Yinzhen sent them out like water, and the Tiandi family was not idle in the spring. All kinds of rare and antiques were sent to Hongxin.
Ji Ling went to personally select an experienced wet nurse. Auntie was afraid that there would not be enough people around the Fucha family, so she took some people to send them to her.
"I just picked them for you. If they don't suit you or you don't like them, it doesn't matter if you send them all back. It's all up to you!" She sat on Fucha's bedside and held her hand.
Mrs. Fucha was helped up and stood up to thank her.
Fucha's family never stopped sending people to deliver things. All kinds of thoughtful and attentive things were sent in after inspection. Ji Ling saw that there were toys that Fucha had used when she was a child, and was afraid that she would be lonely.
Send it to her.
She couldn't help but sigh, she really felt that "the hearts of parents in the world are pitiful".
On the other side of Hongxin - this boy is very clear about it. He is happy to be happy, and the things assigned by Yinzhen have not been forgotten. He stays up and reads at night every day, which is very similar to his Emperor Ama's style of reading memorials without risking his life.
Ji Ling, on the other hand, was worried about Hongxin's health and tried to persuade her many times.
As soon as the New Year passed in the 19th year of Yongzheng's reign, Hongxin had already shouldered the responsibilities of the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Household Affairs. He was also indispensable in the military aircraft department.
In the early summer of the 19th century, Yinzhen personally bestowed a name on his grandson, and the rewards were so generous that even the Fucha family's mother's family continued to receive titles.
The situation was so obvious, and the emperor's attitude was so clear and generous, with no intention of hiding it at all.
With the wind blowing this way, the courtiers didn't have to guess.
Hongli was disheartened.
In a blink of an eye, the Dragon Boat Festival in the 19th year of Yongzheng's reign had arrived. Ji Ling was sitting under the spring window of the Tiandi family, looking at the antique-like purse in front of him, and couldn't help but smile.
That was the purse she sewed for Yinzhen with her own hands when she was just favored - at that time, she thought it was too ugly and ugly, and it would be embarrassing to take it out.
But it is not good to let the palace maids do the work for you, as doing it for you would be cheating the king.
So in the end, Ji Ling sewed it with her own hands.
Over the years, every three or four years, when she felt the purse was old, she would sew a new one for Yinzhen.
Yinzhen also wears it every time and never leaves it.
But Ji Ling never threw away the old wallet he replaced, and kept it as a souvenir.
These are all memorials of time and love.
She looked down at the new purse in her hand, smiling and thinking about the past, and suddenly realized that she could not thread her needle or thread through it.
My hands were shaking for a long time, but I still couldn't put it through.
Qixi saw it and came over and said, "Master, this needle nose is too small. I will give you a new one."
Ji Ling shook his head: "You wear it."
Qixi faced the sun and wore it for a long time without even putting it on.
Ji Ling smiled: "I thought I was old, but it turns out that your wonderful hands can't get through it."
Outside, a second-class maid gently opened the curtain and said that the bird's nest soup for the imperial concubine was ready. Would you like to bring it in now?
Ji Ling raised her hand to let the child in. Suddenly a thought came to her mind and she pointed at the needlework on the table and said, "Thread it on."
The little palace maid looked at her timidly.
Ji Ling smiled and said: "I have a bad eyesight, please come and wear it."
The little palace maid, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, hurried forward and washed her hands first, for fear of soiling the imperial concubine's colorful thread, and then started to put it on.
She put it through without any effort.
After a long while, when the little palace maid retreated, Ji Ling looked at Qixi with a smile, and said sadly: "It's us...it's us who are getting old..."
On the Dragon Boat Festival in the 19th year of Yongzheng's reign, Yinzhen convened at the West Nuan Pavilion of Zhengda Guangming Hall to discuss the affairs of the Prime Minister. Minister Wang, the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Manchu and Han Dynasties, and the Nine Ministers came.
He glanced at the people in front of him, and when everyone lowered their heads, Yinzhen said in a deep voice: "My dear friends, the importance of the divine weapon cannot be ignored. My disciples are still young, so we must be careful when establishing a heirloom.
I specially wrote this matter in person, sealed it in a box, and placed it in the middle of the Qianqing Palace. After Emperor Shizu Zhang wrote the plaque "Zheng Da Guang Guang", it is the highest place in the palace, just in case of any danger. All the kings and ministers should know it.
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All the kings and ministers should be loyal to me and assist me, so that I can become the leader of my generation. I will also maintain my achievements and show my deep kindness to you. Isn’t this a great celebration for the country?"
After he said these words, there was silence below, and then some people kowtowed with tears, saying that the emperor is still in his prime, so there is no need to worry too much.
This is the speech of a filial son and a virtuous grandson - although it is nonsense, it still needs to be shouted.
Everyone knows in their hearts that the emperor's method is absolutely perfect: on the one hand, it can avoid the situation where the princes covet and compete for the throne due to the failure to establish the throne; on the other hand, it can avoid the crisis of openly establishing the throne, which will cause the ministers to be impatient and shake the imperial power.
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Everyone knelt down and said: "The emperor has carefully considered the emperor's holy thoughts. How can I have any objections? You must strictly abide by the imperial edict!"
Just as Yinzhen was about to speak, he suddenly felt a sudden dizziness in his head. The dizziness was so violent that his heart sank. He took a few steps back, without showing his expression, and slowly sat on the dragon chair, looking around.
After passing the crowd, he solemnly said word by word: "Since all of you ministers are united in obeying the decree, I am deeply gratified!"
Every word hits the ground with a loud bang.
The ministers all knelt down and kowtowed: "Long live my emperor! Long live my emperor! Long live my emperor!"
Yinzhen raised his hand and ordered the ministers to retreat, leaving only the Prime Minister Wang.
This is supreme trust.
The sealed brocade box was square and square. Yinzhen kept looking at the box. Su Peisheng was waiting beside him and said softly: "Your Majesty?"
Yinzhen came back to his senses and raised his hand to signal.
The nanmu brocade box covered with a yellow sheepskin envelope was carried high up by the eunuchs on a ladder and placed behind the upright and bright plaque under the witness of several prime ministers and ministers.
