The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

The price the emperor paid for his guilt was that with a wave of his hand, a large amount of rewards were sent to the Sixth Princess, as well as the Ninth Princess.

Faced with the suddenly intelligent Sixth Princess, few of the masters in the harem obviously cared.

She is just a princess without a biological mother. Even if she is favored, the most she will end up not getting married in the future, and she will not be able to obtain the status of a future prince.

That’s right, after Huang Taiji returned from the war, several concubines in the harem all wanted to have a little prince.

There are currently several princesses in the palace. Apart from several princes who died young, the only one left in the palace is the eldest prince Haoge, who was abandoned by his biological mother, Lady Ulanara, for being disrespectful. Princesses are not precious when there are many of them, but this prince is different, especially when the news that the unfavored Concubine Zhuang was pregnant again broke out, all the concubines in the harem began to become restless.

Yongfu Palace.

Su Moer walked into the palace and said respectfully to Concubine Zhuang, "Your Majesty, Concubine Chen is here to visit?"

Bumbutai opened her eyes, which had been closed for rest, revealing a gleam in them. "It's rare for her to come to me. I'm afraid it's because of my pregnancy."

After thinking about it, Bumbutai looked at her slightly bulging belly with a complicated look.

Su Moer stood there quietly, waiting for the Queen to call her.

Bumbutai closed her eyes again and said, "Forget it. My sister hasn't come to see me for a long time. Let her come in."

"Yes, ma'am."

The Concubine Chen walked in. Hailanzhu's face was a little pale. Her face, which was naturally delicate and fragile like a Jiangnan woman's, was a little dazed and looked at Bumbutai's slightly bulging belly lying on the chair with a complicated look.

"My sister is pregnant? It looks like it's going to be a little prince."

Hailanzhu said this with a slightly sour tone.

"Thank you for your kind words, sister." Bumbutai smiled happily and said innocently, "Sister, you must be happy that my younger sister is pregnant."

"Of course." Hai Lanzhu concealed the jealousy in her heart and said with a pale face, if her eighth prince was still alive... it would be great if her sister's child also died.

"Why is sister stunned again?"

Bumbutai looked at Hailanzhu innocently and asked.

Hailanzhu raised her head and looked at her sister's innocent face, recalling the dark thoughts in her heart. As if illuminated by the sun, she left Yongfu Palace in a guilty and embarrassed manner.

Su Moer looked at Concubine Chen's back, a little puzzled, "Why did Concubine Chen leave after just chatting for a while?"

Bumbutai smiled and said suggestively, "Maybe he thought it was the moon in the sky, but in fact it was just the reflection of the sewage on the ground, so he left with a guilty conscience."

Su Moer nodded thoughtfully.

Because of Concubine Zhuang's pregnancy, the bitter aroma of pregnancy-maintaining medicine ignited the air in all the palaces. Even Concubine Chen, Hai Lanzhu, who had always been weak, took great pains to make pregnancy-maintaining medicine to lure Huang Taiji to her palace more often.

Huang Taiji, who already liked her, came to her palace many times. If the families of these concubines in the palace were not all ministers in the court, and they could not compete with the emperor one by one and complained to the ministers, the days of Chen Fei's exclusive favor would have been even longer.

But even though the ministers reminded him, the number of Huang Taiji's other concubines who visited him was still small, and Hai Lanzhu accounted for the majority.

Although the concubines were dissatisfied, they had no way to force the emperor. After all, the emperor had already made a concession by agreeing to invite other concubines.

None of them dared to anger the emperor, but they hated the concubine Chen, who was the emperor's only favorite, to the point of being a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their flesh.

Bumbutai, who was quietly taking care of her baby in Yongfu Palace, could not help but sigh: her sister, who seemed to be cold and indifferent to everything, was actually the most selfish. It would be fine if the emperor always doted on her, but if the emperor met another woman he cared about, her sister would do something crazy.

Bumbutai thought calmly, but how could it be possible?

Hai Lanzhu was born with the same top beauty as the beautiful Han women, and she also had the cold and gentle temperament of the Jiangnan water towns, which attracted Huang Taiji to death. Which other woman could compare to her?

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At this moment, Qingyin, who was weaving Nanchu's purse in Yehenala Mansion, couldn't help sneezing.

Woo, who is thinking about her?

"Has the wife caught a cold? I'll ask a witch doctor to come and see her right away."

When Maya saw Qingyin was seriously ill, a look of anxiety appeared on her face.

Qingyin stopped her, "It's nothing, I just felt an itch in my throat and choked a little. There's no need to call a witch doctor. Maya, go get me a glass of warm water."

"Yes."

After drinking a sip of warm water, Qingyin's complexion was indeed back to normal, and Maya gave up the idea of ​​calling a witch doctor.

When Nan Chu returned, he saw the purse embroidered with a bamboo pattern in black and gold thread by Fu Jin. The man pretended to be unaware and picked up the surprised woman, sitting her on his lap, and asked, "Who did Fu Jin embroider this for?"

Qingyin glared at him angrily: "Why are you asking me when you already know the answer? Let me go!"

Qingyin struggled a few times on the man in embarrassment and annoyance, trying to get off the legs of this man with too strong hormones.

The woman's unintentional movement touched a sensitive spot on the man.

Nan Chu's heart warmed up, his throat rolled, and his voice became a little hoarse. He whispered in Qingyin's ear ambiguously: "Don't move. If Fu Jin doesn't want to indulge in her love with her husband during the day, then just sit quietly with her husband for a while, okay?"

Qingyin's ears turned red and she became completely quiet, not only because of the man's dirty words, but also because she felt the danger of the burning sensation under her butt.

"Rogue." Qingyin whispered.

Nan Chu let out a comfortable laugh from his throat, his voice low and sexy: "Being intimate with my wife is also considered a hooligan?"

Qingyin: This reserved man knows how to seduce her.

……

Nan Chu quietly held his little wife for a while, waiting for the restlessness to subside a little before putting her down. Qing Yin also handed the purse with a roughly chosen pattern to Nan Chu, "Take a look at this pattern. Do you like it?"

"I like everything you embroider." Nan Chu learned sweet words without any instruction.

Qingyin: "..."

She rolled her eyes at the man who seemed a little coquettish in front of her in anger, and completely gave up the idea of ​​asking the man for his opinion. Forget it, she would make the decision on her own. Anyway, no matter what she did, the man would praise her work in various ways, which made her feel embarrassed, annoyed and happy.

For dinner, the dishes served were still Qingyin’s favorites.

The chefs in the mansion also understood that now that the mistress, the wife, was here, their current master would never forget the wife, so their appetite now followed the wife's.

At the dining table, Qingyin almost finished her dinner under the man's burning and slightly anxious gaze.

"Is Fujin full?"

Facing the man's burning gaze, Qingyin picked up the chopsticks again with difficulty and slowly picked up the unfinished food, but the speed was so slow that it made people doubt life.

Nan Chu grabbed Qing Yin's chopsticks without question and said, "Don't eat if you're full. Besides, it's still early and it's hard to digest what you just ate. I won't force you to go to bed with me."

The man said in a low voice, with a hint of smile in his eyes from time to time.

Qingyin's face flushed and she glared at him again.

If the man's eyes hadn't been so burning, how could she have misunderstood.