[Strategy of Yanxi Palace] Another year of spring

In the tenth year of Qianlong, the deep winter solstice.

Goose feathers and heavy snow flew down, and the Forbidden City was covered with silver.

Flying snow fell and landed on the woman's palm, turning into snow water. The coolness was refreshing, and the woman in palace attire seemed to be stabbed by the coolness, and her palm shrank slightly.

"Your Majesty, it's cold, add some clothes."

Behind her, the maid brought a cloak and put it on her.

Concubine Chun came back to her senses, turned her head and smiled, stretched out her hands to wrap up the cloak, and said, "Is Yong Rong asleep?"

Yuhu nodded, pursed his lips and smiled: "Brother Qi got up early today and played for a long time. Now I'm tired and sleeping soundly."

When Concubine Chun heard the words, the corners of her mouth widened into a smile, and rare tenderness appeared in her eyes, but she warned: "Let the servants be more vigilant, but there must be no mistakes."

"Master, don't worry, the palace is full of our people, whoever eats the bear's heart and leopard dares to touch the little elder brother, that is courting death." Yuhu said.

Concubine Chun: "That's the way it is, but you still can't take it lightly. You are not ignorant of the methods in the palace. It is always impossible to guard against it. Let alone Yong Rong is still young, even the sixth elder brother. The queen is still careful in everything."

But Yuhu didn't take it seriously: "Eternal Spring Palace? The empress is very careful, but she doesn't want palace power for this reason, so what's wrong with the master gaining power in the palace now? Our seventh elder brother is now in the emperor's favor, and you Being promoted to a noble concubine, the little master may not be worse than the sixth elder brother."

Concubine Chun sighed: "It's the same no matter if it's from the concubine. Although the emperor loves Yongrong now, but listen to the name of the seventh elder brother, the concubine and the concubine are the only difference."

Yuhu felt uncomfortable hearing it, and when he thought of the news that the judge of the Supreme Hospital had come to ask for the pulse of the empress a few days ago, his heart was even more depressed.

She took a step forward and lowered her voice: "Your Majesty, if the Empress is really pregnant again as Liu Yuanping said, do you want to get rid of this trouble before more people know about the news?"

Concubine Chun didn't say a word, she quietly looked at Feixue outside the corridor, before Yuhu could wait for her reply, a court lady stepped forward eagerly.

"The imperial concubine, the empress has just been diagnosed with a happy pulse in the Changchun Palace."

Yuhu turned his head abruptly: "What did you say?"

She turned her head to look at Concubine Chun, and saw that Concubine staggered slightly, and then Concubine turned around with a face as calm as water.

"Yuhu, prepare the presents. Later, I will go to Changchun Palace to congratulate the empress."

Concubine Chun walked in with a lotus face in the cold, suddenly stopped, and looked sideways at the jade pot.

"I remember that Sitara married Fu Qian last year? It seems that I haven't heard about her for a long time. Where is she now?"

Yuhu's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head and replied: "Your Majesty was pregnant with the fourth princess at that time, and the servants didn't tell you about it. Because Xi Tara murdered the child of the Fourth Young Wife in the mansion, he was arrested by Fucha. The family's fortune went to Zhuangzi, because it was the private affairs of Fucha's family. Not many people knew the reason. Most people in Beijing only knew that Sitara had made a big mistake and was punished to reflect. Our Zhongcui Palace I can get the news, all because there are some things about your mother's family."

Concubine Chun asked with interest: "Oh?"

Yuhu said: "Master Fucha's family has a concubine. His surname is Su. According to the genealogy, he is a distant cousin of yours. Last year, she gave the Fucha family their first granddaughter, and she followed that little Gege back to Beijing. As a result, Fucha Mrs. Cha's birthday, the Su family came to see that Aunt Su, accidentally let the dog out, bumped into the Fourth Young Madam, and also knocked her child away."

"What happened later?" Concubine Chun had already stopped listening and asked.

"That aunt was executed. The child with the dog lost his family's official position. The dog was chopped up by Fucha Fourth Master and fed to the eagle. It was the Su adults who were deprived of office that came together last year. I beg you, your heart was devoted to the child in your womb at that time, I don’t want them to bother you, and they have nothing to do with the master, not to mention that the cousin who married as a concubine would also embarrass you, my servant I didn't tell you about it."

Concubine Chun's face has turned cloudy.

"What do you know? No matter what their relationship is, they are all surnamed Su! It would be fine if they were rejected by the emperor and lost their official position. Now they are cut off because they were accidentally used by someone to make the daughter-in-law of an important minister lose their child. They are stepping on the faces of the Su family and Bengong! As courtiers, what right does the Fucha family have to dismiss others? Just because they are one of the eight surnames? Just because their family has a queen? Why? At the beginning, the Fucha Zhang Jia family disdained me, but today the Fucha family has left the relatives of the Su family in a desperate situation, why? Why is my palace already a noble concubine, and after all, some people dare to trample on the Zhongcui Palace?"

She sneered, her brows and eyes full of gloom: "I understand, whether it is His Majesty who is so affectionate as if he has been waiting for me to change his mind, or the Queen who said that I am the best sister, or the delayed All my life, Fu Heng, who is now "deeply in love" with others, they are all hypocrites, I will never believe what others say, and what I hold in my hand is my own."

Yuhu's eyes were red: "Your Majesty, you have finally figured it out."

Concubine Chun gave a sad smile: "I really don't want to, but in this palace, after all, the power in my hand has the final say."

She took a deep breath and said, "Yuhu, think of a way to send a letter to Bengong outside the palace."

This year's New Year's Eve was not spent in the capital for the first time.

Shi Chun was sitting in the courtyard with the hand stove in her arms, her face was hugged by fox fur, and the ermine cloak was wrapped around her body, but when the wind blew, her slender body still trembled uncontrollably.

She sniffed and asked, "Where's Fu Heng?"

Que Ning stood behind her, wrapped in a bright red jacket, like a red round lantern, sniffed at the words, and said in a nasal voice: "I don't know, just now I told you to sit here and wait for a while , and then disappeared."

Shi Chun turned his head and muttered: "If we don't show up again, let's go back to our room?"

Before the words fell, a whistling suddenly pierced the silence of the night sky. Amid the sudden rumble, Shi Chun only saw Que Ning's excited face and wide-eyed eyes. She pointed at what was shouting behind her. , the face is shrouded in light and shadow.

When Shichun turned his head, he saw a flower blooming in the night, shining brightly like a jewel.

Then, one, two, three... Countless flowers.

She sat on the spot, raised her head, and looked at the sky, her eyes unblinking, as serious as a child.

Someone grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into one arm.

The side of her face leaned into the warm neck, she didn't look away, but just slightly rubbed against the warmth, found a comfortable position, and leaned lazily.

In the night sky, more and more fireworks roared and flew into the sky, bursting and falling like fireflies.

Until the world gradually quieted down, only this couple remained in the courtyard.

The sky and the earth are the same color, and there are only two silent shadows in the painting.

"Does it look good?"

He sat in the yard with her in his arms and asked.

Shi Chun buried himself in his arms again, it was so cold innocently.

"Crazy." She laughed at him.

Fu Heng felt aggrieved and lonely: "I've been searching for it for a long time."

"Well, I know. You spent more than ten taels of silver, and people say you are a big fool. You are a dignified governor, and you will be ashamed."

"Who dares to say that?" He said viciously, with a smile in his voice.

"You are the only one who can scare people." Shi Chun laughed at him: "A fox pretends to be a tiger."

Fu Heng chuckled and rubbed his nose: "It's a rare opportunity. Didn't the old foxes in the imperial court always say that the emperor is used to pampering me? I've been infamous for so long, and I have to get some interest back."

"Is the wine of the Kang family delicious? How is the place in the Kang Garden? The head of the family wants to give you their little granddaughter. I heard that she is a great beauty."

"No, I'm not used to old vinegar."

"I'm used to it, okay?" Shi Chun stretched out his hand to grab his braid, and cast a sideways glance.

Fu Heng smiled and was about to say something: "Ah Choo—"

Shi Chun laughed, stood up and pushed him: "Hurry up, hurry up, go back to the house, I told you to mess around with this."

"Wait." Fu Heng grabbed her, his nose was a little red, he looked up at her with serious eyes, and pulled her back to sit beside him.

He took her hand, looked up at the moon in the sky, and said seriously: "The sky can learn from you, Fu Heng loves Shichun."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at her.

Shi Chun looked at the sky with a smile, looking in a good mood.

"Chunhe, Chunhe."

She read with a smile.

Fu Heng laughed: "I'm sitting next to you, why do you need to look at the sky?"

"That's different." She turned her head to blame and gave him a more serious look, put her hands together on her chin, and looked at the sky: "I hope everything goes well for Chunhe this year."

Fu Heng looked at the sky with a smile, his chin resting on his palm, and the shadows of the stars reflected in his eyes.

"Everything is going to be fine this year."

He hugged her body, put his chin on the top of her head, and said softly.

"Oh, yes."

Shi Chun leaned against his chest and said with a smile.

The 11th year of Qianlong.

February.

Inside the Changchun Palace, smoke stoves spit out curling mist.

"Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine."

The woman whispered.

Mingyu took a step forward, Weiwei stood in front of her: "Just put it down."

Empress Fucha sat at the table, watched coldly, frowned, couldn't see it, and called out: "Mingyu."

Mingyu pursed her lips and stepped aside.

Empress Fucha glanced coldly at the person standing aside with lowered brows and obedient eyes, and sighed insignificantly: "Don't worry, Mingyu is getting used to being straightforward."

Standing beside her was a woman in a blue cloth shirt. Her clothes were plain and simple, her eyebrows were beautiful, and there was a hint of haggardness and fatigue between her brows. Her eyes were clear, her face was facing the sky, her lips were light-colored, and she exuded a kind of indifference.

The most eye-catching thing is that the place on her head where the hair should be thick is tightly tied with a headscarf like the nuns in the nunnery. Although a wisp of black hair can be seen from the sideburns, it is obviously a belt. Hair practice look.There is a long scar at the end of her eye, the wound has already scabbed, but this scar cannot be erased, new flesh grows on the scar, hideous and terrifying, all the way down from the end of the eye to the hairline.

She lowered her eyes slightly, as if she didn't realize that she was being made difficult by someone, her brows and eyes were meek and respectful, without any aggressiveness.

Empress Fucha said: "Erqing, why do you need to do this?"

This is actually Xitaralqing!

The queen asked: "Since you have been punished and not allowed to return to Beijing for the rest of your life, what are you doing now?"

Erqing knelt down at her feet slowly.

She said: "Mother, Fu Qian wrote me a letter and told me how 'him' grew up. '."

Empress Fucha looked down at her with hatred and regret: "Since you understand a mother's heart, how can you bear to do such a thing?"

Erqing closed her eyes, tears gushed out from under her eyelashes: "I know that I have committed a lot of crimes in this life, and I have no face to see Eniang and her fourth younger siblings like this again. Bie Zhuang self-mutilation, it is just a desperate attempt. Fortunately, my mother missed her old love and is willing to stay. The slave is a humble life, the slave is sorry for the cultivation of the empress for many years. After seeing 'him', the slave will take care of everything and pay off the debt."

Empress Fucha turned cold: "Now you only know how to seek death and life. Is it useful? To evade responsibility and leave Fuling'an to die. Yes, you are dead, but have you ever thought about what happened to Fucha's family?" What to do? What about Fu Qian? My daughter-in-law who has been in the family for less than a year has died for no reason like this. What do you want Fu Lingan to think in the future? How do you let Fu Heng face this nephew?"

Erqing still had her eyes closed, tears streaming down her face, her face pale.

Empress Fucha slowed down her voice: "I was able to decide to let you stay in the palace that day, but I didn't want you to disturb the peaceful life of Fucha's family. In a few days, when spring begins, I will find a time to let people Bring Fu Ling'an into the palace, you stand at the back of the hall and look at him, don't come out, and don't let him see you. After you have seen it, you can go back to Zhuangzi, continue to practice with Master Huiyin, and feel at ease , praying for the mansion, it can be regarded as your atonement."

Erqing shed tears and kowtowed deeply.

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The author has something to say:

Master: My wife should like the love tricks I learned from my subordinates ^_^

Shichun: It’s already 1746, and there are still people who use the earthy way of setting off fireworks to pick up girls (ーー゛)