The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

After hearing this, Geng Gege not only did not restrain herself, but drank even more recklessly. She sneered.

"How can we be considered as important people? Our masters don't take us seriously at all. They are very busy, working outside the palace, in the court, with the princes and princesses, none of them is more important than us." Geng Gege's alcohol tolerance was average, and after two cups of wine, her eyes were a little blurry.

"Don't worry, sister. No one is watching us. Eat boldly. Look, just like Tang Gege, eating with big mouthfuls. It's so delicious."

Judging from her tone, she was drunk. Tang Gege was embarrassed by her words and didn't know how to respond. It was Wu Gege who responded: "Just don't break the rules. If you like to drink some cat urine, go back to your nest and lie down."

They have never gotten along, and it seems that the tension is about to rise again.

Gao Gege smiled and tried to smooth things over: "My sisters are enjoying their meal. I like this drunken crab dish. If the masters hadn't come back, I wouldn't have had the good fortune to eat such a big crab."

Geng Gege has always looked down on those who came after her, and she is always a bit arrogant. She can't compare to the previous Gege Song and Sister Liu, but Gege Gao and Gege Zhang, aren't they in control?

Geng Gege narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at her sideways, and said with disdain: "What do you know? These are all sent from the manor. Have you ever been to the manor?"

"You talk as if you've been there." Wu Gege continued to make trouble.

Song Gege and Zhang Gege, one is obsessed with her daughter, the other is a bit aloof, and both of them don't like to get involved in quarrels.

Listening to their noisy conversation, the banquet ended.

When they walked out the door, Zhang Gege was the last one left. She saw Geng Gege mumbling something. Although she couldn't hear it clearly, she knew it was definitely not something good. It was just some complaints.

She looked at the clear blue sky above her head and sighed, wondering when this day would end.

On the other side, Changning returned to Qingzhiyuan. Zhao Fuhai and the others had already arranged everything. She took a hot bath when she came back, and Shi Liu gave her a massage. The hot mist was particularly refreshing and she was so comfortable that she felt drowsy.

The cherries next to it kept adding hot water.

It took me almost half an hour to finish this bath.

The next big task is to dry the hair.

This time it was another second-class maid, Grape, who came to serve. She held a stack of dry cloths and absorbed the moisture from the hair layer by layer. She and Pomegranate worked together to dry Changning's hair.

Ever since Dong Zao was punished and sent away, the maids in this yard have been very obedient. The newly promoted Caiwei is honest, and Xingwei is smart. This time, they are left behind to look after the yard, as a test.

While Changning was complaining that there were no hair dryers in ancient times and it was too difficult to dry hair, he called Xingwei and Caiwei to ask them about things in their mansion.

Xingwei is very eloquent, playful and cute. She can explain the affairs of the mansion clearly and systematically in just a few words.

Changning listened with her eyes closed, comparing the information she said with what she had received to see if there were any omissions. Even if the princesses in the backyard had some disagreements, it was no big deal, because no one dared to offend her anyway.

On the other hand, Fu Jin's side was also very quiet.

It seems that she has figured it out.

At first, seeing that the atmosphere between Honghui and Hongyan was a bit strange, I thought it was the work of the concubine. If she had any ideas about the child, Changning would really be willing to sacrifice her life to bring her down.

Now it seems that the children are older and have their own little thoughts.

Changning didn't reply, and Xingwei and Caiwei didn't dare to move.

It was the meows of Tuan Tuan that brought her back to her senses.

Tuantuan was unhappy that she didn't go to the farm with her. Although there were special people serving her and Hongyan would come to play with her when he occasionally came back, several familiar masters were not there and he hadn't come back for such a long time, which made her very angry.

Chang Ning also felt a little guilty, so after cleaning up, she let Xing Wei Cai Wei leave. She hugged Tuan Tuan and stroked her fur, and said a lot of nice things, promising to add chicken thigh meat to her meals, make her some pretty skirts, and hold her to sleep at night, and only then did she coax this proud cat.

But after just holding her for a while, Changning's pajamas were no longer wearable because they were covered with long hair.

"Tuantuan, did you eat something secretly? Did you eat anything salty? Look at this fur!"

In response to Changning's questioning, she stretched out her legs and licked her fur, very gracefully.

Qianqing Palace

Seeing that it was almost time to light the lamps, Liang Jiugong walked around the door a few times, feeling unsure.

His Majesty has been sleeping uneasily these past few days and has often had nightmares. He has invited many imperial physicians, but there has been no improvement.

His Majesty also warned him not to let the news leak out, so he could only secretly ask the imperial physician for help.

But His Majesty's nightmares seemed to be getting worse and worse. Many times he shouted in his dreams, either calling out the prince's nickname, or the names of Prince Zhi and the Third Beile. He looked like a madman, waving his hands constantly, and every time he woke up, he was covered in cold sweat.

Liang Jiugong was worried and anxious. Sometimes the Emperor was afraid that he would have nightmares, so he simply stayed up all night to handle government affairs.

But now, he is old, how can he have the energy he had back then? After just a few nights, his body couldn't take it anymore, and he caught a cold and various complications.

Kangxi himself was also extremely anxious. He had only had a few dreams about Baoqing, Baocheng and Lao Ba before, which completely aroused his worries and hidden fears about his sons. He was not only afraid that his sons would no longer be as filial to him as before and would have ambitions for his throne, but he was even more afraid that he was showing signs of fatigue.

He felt like the wolf king on the grassland. Once he showed his weakness, many young and strong wolves would show their fangs and claws, wanting to compete with him.

This afternoon, Kangxi finally felt a little sleepy and fell asleep. Liang Jiugong was guarding the door and a group of imperial doctors were also invited to be on duty, for fear that the emperor would have a nightmare again.

But this time, Kangxi woke up after sleeping for a while. He did not make a sound, nor did he call anyone. He just stared blankly at the carvings on the window, his brain constantly thinking.

He recalled the first dream in which Baocheng had no brotherly love for Xiao Shiba, and he also dreamed of Baoqing's distraught because he married his daughter, as well as the incident of Lao Ba killing an eagle. He thought that this was the ability of an emperor given to him by God, allowing him to know his sons' thoughts in advance.

But the last time he dreamed, he dreamed of Yinzhi.

Yinzhi reported the eldest brother, saying that he hated and cursed the prince and had rebellious intentions.

All the prince's previous misdeeds were framed by the eldest brother. And last time when they were in the field outside the Great Wall, the prince showed no sadness at the death of the Eighteenth Prince and even committed adultery. This was also a trap set by the eldest brother.

It was because he drugged the prince that he behaved like this.

When Kangxi learned about this, his first reaction was anger. He was so anxious and his heart ached.

But at the same time, he felt a chill at the same time. Why did he have such great distrust and malice towards his sons?

He despised himself for no longer being the simple and loving father he used to be, but he couldn't help but think about it and doubt it.

Even if it was the third brother, did he really come to report it out of pure sincerity? Didn't he covet the throne?