After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a spirit and was punished, and

The next morning, Xiyu woke up early as she was concerned about paying her respects to the elders in the palace.

She sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt, yawning lazily.

Although she was tired yesterday, a ray of spiritual power entered her body this morning and repaired her meridians.

Xiyu was surprised to find that this spiritual power was purer than the spiritual power obtained from other previous tasks.

It seems that the sin I committed last night was not in vain.

"Fujin, I will help you wash up."

Xia Ying brought a basin of warm water and carefully wiped Xiyu's face and neck bit by bit.

There was a purple mark on her collarbone, and she looked at her wife with heartache.

The Fourth Master must have bullied her daughter yesterday!

Xiyu sat in front of the dressing table, picked up the hairpin and gestured back and forth, "Where is the Fourth Master now?"

When she spoke, her voice was hoarse, obviously from overuse.

"Fujin, drink some water. Someone from the Ministry of Revenue came early this morning and they are all in the study now."

She took the jasmine tea handed to her by Chunshi, and the fragrance of the tea filled the air, refreshing and intoxicating.

After one sip, I felt that the morning sleepiness had disappeared.

The snake-patterned silver bracelet on her wrist was chattering non-stop in her mind.

"I'm sorry I failed you last night."

This sentence successfully left Qi Xi speechless.

"Let's go to the study."

Guessing that the Fourth Master wouldn't be able to finish it in a short while, Xiyu thought that she should urge him a little, which would also show her gentleness and thoughtfulness.

The backyard is some distance away from the front yard, and many palace maids and eunuchs were already cleaning it early in the morning.

Xi Yu glanced around and realized that this was the social animal in ancient times, and the kind that could lose its life at any time.

There are many paths in the yard, which are relatively close.

Unless necessary, no one likes to walk along the wide and bright roads on weekdays.

The same was true for Xiyu. With a palace maid from the East Third House leading the way, she walked along the route with ease.

"Hey, did you hear that the Fourth Master and his wife consummated their marriage last night?"

"Is this true? Didn't the Fourth Master..."

"Maybe the wife is more resourceful. Dongsan House now has a mistress. You must be more careful in the future. I heard that our wife was not a good person before she got married."

Xiyu raised her eyebrows. She didn't mean to eavesdrop on the palace maids' whispers. It was just a coincidence.

Look, I heard bad things about myself early in the morning.

But she was also curious about what she had done before getting married that would make people think she was a bad person.

Just as I was about to continue listening, Gao Wuyong suddenly appeared from nowhere and bowed to greet me.

"Fujin, the Fourth Master told you to eat first and not wait for him."

He was in great spirits, his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

"Eunuch Gao is so happy, but what's the good news?"

"The wife and master are in harmony, and I am happy."

Xiyu laughed. It turned out that nothing in the palace could be hidden.

The good news from last night may have spread throughout the East Third Institute by now.

She returned the same way, and just when she was not far away, she heard Gao Wuyong scolding the palace maid.

"If you guys can't work and can only gossip, then go back to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. We won't keep you in the East Three Offices.

And you, Ruyi, why are you running around everywhere instead of going back to serve Song Gege? "

"Eunuch Gao, I will go back right away."

Judging from the voice, it was the palace maid who said that she was not a good person.

It turns out that he is someone close to Song Gege, so it is understandable.

I heard that Song was the first woman sent by Concubine De after Yinzhen was assassinated.

But at that time, Yinzhen had already been seriously injured, and Song had been a widow for two years.

Now that she has entered the house and is dragging the Fourth Master to consummate the marriage, the other party must be unable to hold back any longer.

Xiyu's lips curled up into a slight smile. The days in the East Third Building will definitely be very interesting in the future.

Sitting at the dining table, with no outsiders around, she picked up the bowl of soup and ate it sweetly, mouthful after mouthful.

These days, I've been at home, being watched by my mother and the teaching nanny, and I haven't been able to enjoy my food, clothing, housing and transportation. It's really uncomfortable.

Yinzhen walked in and happened to see that her mouth was full and her pink cheeks were puffed up.

From time to time, he glanced at the crab meat buns on the table, his almond-shaped eyes sparkling, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

It looked more like a squirrel that had hidden food for the winter. If it had a tail, it would be swinging it very quickly at this moment.

Yinzhen had a smile on his face, and the young wife looked in good spirits.

Last night, it was Meng Wang who was too reckless and stayed up very late.

"Oh my god, what a mess."

Seeing the person coming, Xiyu stood up, and the food in his mouth was stuck there and he couldn't swallow it.

"Fujin, drink some water."

Yinzhen stood there watching the show and suddenly felt that the squirrel was too smart and inappropriate. She looked more like a stupid rabbit.

The East Three Houses were far away from the Yonghe Palace where Concubine De lived. After breakfast, Xiyu, helped by Chunshi and others, put on a high-necked Manchu dress. The collar was made of snow rabbit fur.

It's okay now that it's winter, but if it were summer, it would be so hot that people would die.

The Grand Empress Dowager is old, and she has been worshipping Buddha and enjoying quietness for many years, and does not want to be disturbed, so today they only need to go to Yonghe Palace.

As for the Qianqing Palace, the Emperor had sent a message early in the morning saying that Xiyu had worked hard at the wedding yesterday, and that he could just wait for him to go to the Yonghe Palace to have dinner together, and there was no need to go there specially.

Outside Yonghe Palace

Looking at the majestic and magnificent palace gate, Xiyu couldn't help but sigh that the biggest watershed in life is amniotic fluid.

The sandalwood incense in the incense burner in the house burned slowly, emitting wisps of invisible smoke that gradually filled the entire room.

Xiyu followed Yinzhen in. As soon as she entered the door, she smelled a faint scent of incense, which seemed familiar.

The smell was light and subtle, but unexpectedly made her feel a little uncomfortable. She frowned slightly and covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

In the room, Concubine De sat at the head of the table, dignified and elegant, with black hair, dark eyebrows, and a rare beauty.

But she rubbed her forehead from time to time and looked not in good spirits.

Sitting in the seats below, all the concubines that Kangxi could name were there.

I heard that Kangxi had more than 200 concubines, but now only a few of high-ranking ones came, and they filled the whole room. What would happen if they all came out?

Everyone in the room was talking together. When they saw the two people come in, they stopped talking and looked over there.

Jixiang came up with the teacup, Xiyu took it, knelt down, and greeted according to the rules.

The fourth son’s wife was quite good-looking. Defei withdrew her scrutiny and took the teacup nonchalantly.

"Get up." She took a sip, then put the teacup on the table with a dignified smile on her face.

"You are exhausted from yesterday's wedding. Please sit down."

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

Xiyu sat down beside Yinzhen with dignity. As she got closer to Concubine De, the scent of incense became stronger and the taste changed.

The familiar smell lingered in her mind, making her feel a little doubtful.

……

Shhh~ There is (fire Ding), (my bird) skirt: paint zero walk nine two three eight nine walk