Transmigrated into a Qing Dynasty concubine and asked the system to help me raise my children

In October, the weather became much colder. Shen Jiang changed into a padded jacket and got on a sedan chair to go to the Qianqing Palace to accompany the emperor.

In the past half month, Kangxi would summon her every now and then, making her the second most favored concubine in the harem after Guo Luoluo.

After she came into being, the palace paid less attention to Guo Luoluo, which made Shen Jiang wonder whether Kangxi's favor for her was a protection for Guo Luoluo.

I was actually treated as a lifebuoy?

Shen Jiang was very dissatisfied!

But what can she do even if she is dissatisfied? With her current status and position, she can't do anything.

"When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head!" Sitting in the sedan, Shen Jiang sighed softly.

When she was halfway there, she heard a rustling sound on the roof of the sedan chair. She lifted the curtain and looked outside. It turned out to be snowing.

When she got out of the sedan chair, the people following her were already prepared and covered her with feather satin.

Kangxi didn't have to serve dinner in Hongde Hall today. He was reading in the West Warm Pavilion. When he saw Shen Jiang coming in wearing feather satin, he asked, "Is it snowing outside?"

Shen Jiang took off her feather satin and handed it to the eunuch, saying with a smile, "It was snowing when I came here." She walked to the charcoal stove and put her hands on it to warm them.

Kangxi waved to her, and when she walked over, he held her hands and placed them on his chest.

Shen Jiang had a professionally affectionate look on his face and leaned over submissively.

I once heard a saying that Kangxi remembered the birthdays of the women in the harem, not because he had deep affection for any individual woman in the harem, but because he remembered everyone's birthday. He just had a good memory.

He was taking good care of Shen Jiang at this time, not because he loved her so much, but because he was naturally considerate to people.

The two of them leaned against each other quietly. When Shen Jiang's body warmed up, Kangxi pulled her to the desk and said, "Since it's snowing outside, I wonder whose poem about snow-viewing comes to your mind first? Why don't you write one?"

There were not many women in the harem who were well versed in literature and writing, so Shen Jiang opened up this path. These days, she chatted with Kangxi about poetry and they had a lot of fun.

Shen Jiang heard what he said, smiled and said: "There are too many poems about snow appreciation and snow sceneries. What I think of now is not the poems of those great poets and lyricists, but a poem by an unknown poet."

Kangxi was in high spirits. He asked himself whether he was well-versed in history and whether there was any poem he didn't know. What was this anonymous poem like?

He urged Shen Jiang: "Then write it down quickly, I will see if I have read it."

Shen Jiang smiled slightly, picked up the pen and licked the ink from the inkstone, then wrote on the Chengxintang paper: "Suddenly an old friend passed by my heart, looking back the mountains and rivers have entered winter. If we were drenched in the snow together in the future, we would be gray-haired together in this life. If gray hair can be replaced by snow, there would be no sad people in the world. If you were by my side at this moment, why would I need to be drenched in the snow and have gray hair."

Kangxi knew Shen Jiang's poem as soon as he wrote the first line. He had never read it, but he was well-read. Could there be any poet in this world that he didn't know?

Kangxi asked: "Which dynasty is this unknown poet from?"

Shen Jiang put down her pen and said, "I don't know. I also saw this poem by accident." She was not lying. She really didn't know who wrote this poem. There were several versions on the Internet!

Kangxi searched carefully in his mind, fearing that he had missed the masterpiece of some unknown person, but after searching around, he still couldn't find that person.

He read the poem again, nodded and said, "Although the words are plain, the emotion is sincere."

Shen Jiang curled her lips. Are you praising me or criticizing me?

Kangxi stared at the poem for a while, then he used fine sand to absorb the ink and put the paper in a book.

"Let's go to the East Warm Pavilion for dinner. What do you want to eat?" Kangxi asked casually, holding her hand.

Shen Jiang answered seriously: "I want to eat hotpot." Snowy days and hotpot are the best match.

Kangxi looked at her, smiled, and told the consultant, "Have someone prepare the pot."

After spending so much time together, he had come to realize that when it came to food, this Uyama was a very straightforward person. He would answer whatever was asked without beating around the bush.

If it were someone else, they would definitely say, "Your Majesty, I will serve you whatever you want to eat."

Even a straightforward person like Yipin would say, "Your Majesty, please order the food. I am not picky about food."

When you get to Uyama, she can order food for you!

"Excuse me, Gu An Da. The base of the pot will be the broth made from chicken and duck. The side dishes will be two plates of lamb, with fat and lean meat, cut very thinly. Another plate of chicken wings, duck blood, frozen tofu, shiitake mushrooms, and green vegetables. Let the kitchen take care of the rest. As for the seasoning, please add a few kinds. I want spicy ones. What kind would you like, Your Majesty?"

The consultant stared at Kangxi in amazement. Kangxi sneered, "Ask the kitchen to prepare it!"

The consultant went out to give the order, and Kangxi laughed at her: "There was nothing good to eat before, and now you are greedy for food."

Shen Jiang leaned over the pole and sighed, "That's right. When I was a palace girl, I was always hungry."

Kangxi frowned slightly: "Won't the Queen let you eat enough?"

Shen Jiang glanced at him and said, "No, the Queen doesn't care about these things. This should be the responsibility of the aunts in the palace. The aunts are doing this for our own good. Eating too much will cause empty bowels, which will displease the master. Not to mention us palace maids, even the young masters have to clean themselves when they see you, the Queen Mother, and the Grand Empress Dowager, right?"

She had Uya Malan's memories, so she knew what it was like for Malan as a palace maid: she didn't have enough to eat, she couldn't sleep well, and she had to work non-stop.

The work was not rough work like sweeping the floor or fetching water. Because Malan was quite smart, she was assigned to the Queen's Palace. Those who were not smart enough could only do rough work as palace maids.

Ma Yan's job was to do needlework, making all kinds of embroidery. Of course, it was not her turn to do it for the queen. The purses, shoes and socks she made were all for honoring her aunts.

It was precisely because of her excellent embroidery skills that she was noticed by Aunt Ruyi, promoted to the Queen's side, and sent to Kangxi's bed by the Queen.

Kangxi listened to her thoughtfully. When talking about winter, he said, "I remember granting you a favor. As soon as October comes, I will prepare some casseroles for you."

Shen Jiang smiled and said, "Yes! Speaking of this, I really have to kneel down to thank the emperor for his grace, which has made our winter much easier. I have eaten a lot of casseroles, including assorted casseroles and casseroles with whole chickens and ducks."

There is just no vermicelli. Oops, I forgot to ask the consulting firm to ask the canteen to prepare vermicelli.

How can you eat hotpot without vermicelli!

System: "Can you stop thinking about food all day long?"

Shen Jiang: "Food is the most important thing for people, you know nothing!"

This body has not had a full meal in the two years since entering the palace. Every time I eat only 80% full, my aunt will glare at me. Since Shen Jiang has come here, she must eat her fill!

The kitchen quickly delivered the hot pot, and Shen Jiang didn't need anyone to serve him, so he ordered the dishes himself.

The consultant was simply unable to bear watching and wanted to make a few suggestions, but when he looked at Kangxi's expression, he saw that Kangxi was staring at Shen Jiang eating with great interest, and his appetite even improved a little.

The consulting firm decided not to say anything.

Shen Jiang: Oh my, I accidentally became a food broadcaster.