The Love between Hanxiang and Qianlong

Ziwei sighed with a sad face: "Ah, I want to have a baby, but Erkang won't let me have one.

He said he was scared when I gave birth to Dong'er, and now he is taking contraceptive soup"!

Hanxiang frowned and said with some concern.

"Taking contraceptive soup is not good for your health, so don't drink it in the future. Let me take your pulse, all medicines are poisonous."

When Ziwei heard this, she waved her hands and explained anxiously, "Hanxiang, you misunderstood. It wasn't me who drank, it was Erkang.

He was afraid that drinking too much contraceptive soup would harm my body, so he made me drink it all."

After hearing this, Hanxiang realized that she had misunderstood, and she became more satisfied with Erkang.

"I feel relieved that Erkang treats you well. Your family harmony is more important than anything else"!

Ziwei looked at Hanxiang gratefully, and the two talked for a long time.

Seeing that Jingluo had almost finished her studies, Hanxiang asked her to put down her pen, and the three of them went to the Imperial Garden to play.

As soon as Jingluo arrived at the Imperial Garden, she ran around happily. Fortunately, she had a wet nurse and palace maids to serve her, so they were not worried that she would fall. They just told her to run slower.

Ziwei looked at Jingluo and said, "She and Mujun look the same, but their temperaments and personalities are completely different.

Mu Jun is more like the emperor, mature and steady. Cai Xi is like you, right? Lively and active."

Hanxiang smiled and said, "I have forgotten what I was like when I was a child. I only remember that I often made my father angry since I can remember.

But she couldn't bear to scold me, so she could only stay in her room and sulk."

Ziwei couldn't help but think of that scene and burst out laughing.

"I can imagine that your father must have wanted to punish you at that time, but he couldn't bring himself to do it after seeing you."

Hanxiang said a little embarrassedly, "Yeah, actually when I think about it at that time, I feel that I was quite childish.

Obviously, that's not what I was thinking, but when I saw him, I couldn't help but want to make him angry.

Actually, I felt really sorry afterwards, but I just couldn’t bring myself to apologize to him."

Ziwei comforted her, "I think Ali Hezhuo will not be willing to blame you, because you are her only treasure!

"Don't you treasure it? If you hold it in your mouth, you're afraid it will melt; if you hold it in your hand, you're afraid it will fall."

After hearing Ziwei's words, Hanxiang felt a lot more relieved.

She seemed to be reminiscing, looking into the distance and said, “Yes, my father would rather sulk by himself than hurt me.

Thinking about it now, I feel quite guilty, but if I had to do it again, I think I would do the same thing.

Because I was like this when I was a kid, I thought it was fun to see my dad getting angry, at least he wasn’t dead.”

Ziwei listened to Hanxiang talking about her childhood and imagined the scene of the big and small staring at each other, which she found very funny and heartwarming.

The two talked for a long time, all about children.

At this time, Jingluo ran to a bright flower and suddenly found a beautiful butterfly resting on it.

She widened her eyes with a look of surprise, as if she remembered something important.

She quickly turned around and ran towards Hanxiang, raised her head, looked at Hanxiang with expectant eyes, and asked.

"Mother, you once told me that spring would come after my sister-in-law gave birth to her baby.

Well, now that spring has arrived, can you let me see those beautiful butterflies?"

Hanxiang looked down at Jingtao's innocent, cute and lively little face, her eyes sparkling with an irresistible light.

Hanxiang couldn't help but feel pity for Jingluo. She squatted down and spoke gently to Jingluo.

"Since our Jingluo is so eager to see butterflies, mother will certainly fulfill your wish.

Besides, my mother has just learned a new dance, and I can show it to you. Even your father hasn’t seen it yet!"

After hearing this, Jing Tao's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she couldn't wait to urge Hanxiang to start the performance.

She kept waving her little hands and shouted anxiously: "Mom, hurry up! I can't wait to see it"!

Hanxiang was amused by her and laughed out loud. She shook her head helplessly and said to her with a smile.

"Don't be anxious, Jingluo. You have to let mother go down and change into dancing clothes first, right?"

Jing Tao nodded obediently, with an expectant look on her face, and urged: "Okay, mother, then you should go quickly and come back soon"!

Hanxiang smiled and pinched her little nose, looking at her tenderly, and admonished: "Don't worry, my dear daughter, mother will be back soon.

But you just wait here obediently and don't run around"!

Jing Tao nodded quickly, her big eyes flashing brightly, and she said eagerly: "I know, mother, you should change your clothes quickly! I really can't wait"!

Hanxiang patted her shoulder gently, turned and left, preparing to change into her beautiful dance costume.

During this time, she looked back at Ziwei. Ziwei understood what she meant and nodded slightly to let her know that she could rest assured.

When Hanxiang saw that Ziwei knew what she meant, she went back to Baoyue Tower to change into her dance costume.

She knew that the little person couldn't wait to see her dance.

When the palace servants heard that the Queen had learned a new dance, they were all very excited and looked forward to it.

They still remember the stunning scene when they saw the Queen dancing last time, and they still can't forget it.

This time, when they heard that the Queen was going to perform a new dance, they were even more excited and full of anticipation.

At the same time, after hearing the news, the palace servants in Baoyue Tower immediately went to the Qianqing Palace to report to Emperor Qianlong.

After hearing what the palace maid said, Emperor Qianlong couldn't help feeling jealous.

He thought to himself, this is his woman, how could he let others see her first?

So he immediately got up and hurried to the imperial garden carrying Mu Jun.

As Emperor Qianlong walked, he secretly made up his mind: What a joke, Xiang'er is my woman, so her dance can only be watched by me, and no one else can covet her!

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace, eager to meet Hanxiang and see how charming her new dance was.

When Qianlong arrived, he happened to see Hanxiang walking slowly towards her from the direction of Baoyue Tower.

She was wearing a blue Cui Yan shirt and a pleated skirt with a pattern of green grass and scattered flowers.

She was draped in a light blue gauze, her shoulders were round as if they had been carved, and her waist was slender as if it was restrained.

Her skin is as white as solidified oil and her breath is as fresh as orchid.

She took light steps, as if breaking her slender waist, and raised her hands slightly, revealing her white wrists.

There was a ripple of light in her eyes, as bright as spring water. She had a Japanese-style bun on her head with a hollow gold hairpin inserted diagonally, dotted with purple jade, and golden tassels hanging down on her black hair.

Her face was delicate, her features beautiful and more beautiful than flowers, and her fingers were like sharpened onions.

Her lips seemed to contain red cinnabar, and every smile and frown was touching.

Her face was as bright and charming as spring water, and her skin was as delicate as condensed fat.

She was wearing white jasmine gauze and a long, floor-length white plum blossom skirt.

With a soft gauze tied around her waist, she exudes a soft, tender and charming charm.

The melodious sound of the piano surrounded her and her dance steps were light and graceful.

As the guzheng is plucked gently, strings of clear notes flow like spring water, like a breeze blowing across the grassland, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Hanxiang, wearing a long dress like flowing clouds, looked like a fairy descending to earth, dancing gracefully in the imperial garden.

Her steps changed with the rise and fall of the piano music, sometimes as light as a swallow, leaping in the air.

Sometimes she spins like the wind, with her skirt fluttering in the wind, as if every leap is stepping on the strings of a musical instrument, dancing to the music.

The chess game changes and the dancing shadows interweave.

In the center of the imperial garden, on an ancient chessboard, black and white chess pieces are arranged in an orderly manner.