The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

In Kunning Palace, there was a woman sitting at the top, with bronze skin and a tall figure. She looked very heroic, but she was wearing a fairy-like dress. She was not ugly, but looked a little weird.

However, the owner of this dress obviously didn't care whether his clothes fit him.

Like her, standing beside her were two sturdy maids.

She was a Mongolian who married into the Qing Dynasty and became the empress. She was the daughter of Wu Keshan, Prince Zhuolikitu of Khorchin, and the niece of Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang.

Despite this relationship, Mengguqing's life was not good. The emperor despised her because she was a Mongolian woman. Although the queen mother cared about her, she could not persuade the emperor to leave the grassland. She was locked in the palace all day long. She could not ride a horse, hunt eagles, or wear her favorite clothes. They told her that this was disrespectful and it was not something the queen could do...

Mengguqing sat in this luxurious palace indifferently, like a bird with trapped wings.

Han Yue couldn't bear to see the queen's melancholy look. Thinking of the emperor's recent movements, she deliberately wanted to distract the queen's attention: "Queen, Xiao Hezi just sent a message saying that His Majesty and the princess went to the cold palace. Do you think they went to meet that person?"

Meng Guqing closed his eyes and said, "Let him go, what does he do have to do with me, haha."

"Your Majesty..." Han Yue looked at Her Majesty worriedly. The relationship between the Emperor and Her Majesty had reached this point. If the Empress Dowager passed away in the future, what would Her Majesty do?

The same scene was happening in Chengqian Palace and Kunning Palace.

Miaozhu looked at Consort Dong E, who was dressing herself up carefully at the dressing table, and said, "My Lady, the Emperor has gone to the cold palace. What should we do?"

Dong E Mingyue casually waved his hand stained with red armor, "What could the emperor do there? I guess he went there specially because of the incident with the little princess last time."

"As for Concubine Wan, I don't think it was for her."

Thinking of Concubine Wan, Dong E Mingyue felt a little guilty. She was also involved in Concubine Wan's banishment to the cold palace last time. Although she was not the culprit, she was also shaken. Thinking of this, Dong E Mingyue's guilty conscience eased a little.

Miaozhu wanted to advise the queen not to look down on the women in the harem. Although the emperor dotes on the queen now, if the emperor changes his mind later, the queen's fate of being childless will not be good.

Seeing the hesitation on Miaozhu's face, Dong E Mingyue nodded impatiently: "Okay, have you found the secret recipe for having a baby that I asked you to tell me last time?"

"Your Majesty, this is one of the pictures. I have asked the imperial physician to take a look at it first."

"Okay." Dong E Mingyue's eyes lit up. The emperor had few children, only three princes and one princess. Two of the princes were sickly, and the other prince's health was said to be not very good. As for the only princess, she was the only one who survived and was relatively healthy.

Over the years, when Dong E Mingyue entered the palace, she was initially worried that she was too young to get pregnant and would not be able to give birth. However, after several years, she had not gotten pregnant once. No matter how favored she was, she began to get anxious. In ancient times, if a concubine did not have a child, it is easy to imagine that she would not have a good life in her later years.

However, Dong E Mingyue actually doubted the emperor's health more than her own inability to give birth. After all, she had studied in modern times, and she guessed that the emperor's sperm might not be good, so most of the children in the palace had some problems.

However, the emperor's health was being monitored by imperial physicians in the palace, so she had no choice but to adjust her own health.

Dong E Mingyue touched her still flat belly and thought deeply.

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Although the people in the harem heard that His Majesty had gone to the cold palace, not many of them thought that he was going there for that purpose. That is why they were shocked when they heard that His Majesty had taken Concubine Wan out of the cold palace and restored her original rank.

When the emperor's sedan chair reached the corner gate of the cold palace, it had to stop.

Fulin tightly held Cuiyue, who was about to jump down impatiently, and patted her naughty little butt, "Behave yourself, do you still want to pick up your fairy sister?"

"Oh." After hearing the emperor's threat, Cuiyue was very obedient, but she couldn't help but smile with excitement on her face.

Fulin found it funny, so he picked up his little daughter, put her on the ground, took her soft little hand and walked inside.

What caught his eye were cramped and compact courtyards with fallen leaves floating everywhere on the ground. Fulin, who was used to the magnificent scenes in the imperial palace, frowned subconsciously. He had not expected that there would be such a shabby place in the imperial palace.

Is this where Concubine Wan lives? Didn't Wu Liangfu say he was coming to fix up the cold palace? Why is it still so shabby?

Fulin stepped uncomfortably on the wet ground, which still had traces of spring snow mixed with fallen leaves. This feeling was definitely not something a person wanted to experience.

(It’s really, really, really slippery and dirty. If you’ve ever been to the north in winter, you’ll know.)

Fulin was not used to it, but Cuiyue had come here once not long ago, so she was used to it. Looking at the emperor walking slowly, she blinked, held his hand and walked forward with all her strength.

Fulin was thrown by her and almost slipped, "Cui Yue!"

"What's wrong? Father Huang."

Looking at his little daughter who was just looking at him, Fulin's face darkened. "Walk slowly, be careful not to slip."

Looking at his little daughter who was looking at him with a look that said "I really can't do anything with you", Fulin felt a little tired. In the end, he quickened his pace. It couldn't be that he was not even as good as a four-year-old child.

Cuiyue led the way deeper and deeper. The road inside was cleaner than the outside, which surprised Fulin a little.

Soon a relatively spacious courtyard appeared in front of us. The gate was not closed, but just ajar.

Cui Yue's joyful voice rang out: "Father Emperor, the fairy sister lives in there."

Cuiyue had no habit of knocking on the door, and neither did Fulin, who was accustomed to the emperor's power. He just pushed the door open casually.

At this moment, everyone fell silent.

Time seemed to flow especially slowly at this moment. The branches of the late plum tree in the corner trembled, and purple plum blossoms fell slowly.

Amidst the falling flowers, a slender figure danced with her back to the crowd.

How to describe this dance? It's as graceful as a startled swan, as graceful as a swimming dragon...

Fulin was so fascinated by the dance that the woman only stopped when the dance slowly came to an end.

"Fairy sister!" Cuiyue's childish voice woke up everyone, and naturally woke up the woman.

Fulin was mesmerized by the dance and even felt an inexplicable excitement, waiting for the woman to turn around.

In fact, the girl did turn around. She was wearing a white gauze dress and her jet-black hair was simply tied up with a hairband. She looked like an immortal. Because of surprise, she tilted her head slightly when she turned around. The hairband fluttered gently in the wind, as if touching everyone's heartstrings.

At this moment, everyone seemed to hear their own heartbeats.