Favorite Concubine [Rebirth in Yuanchun]

Yuan Chun turned over, suddenly stopped moving, and vaguely heard someone talking outside.

She sat up on the quilt, looked out the door, and called out: "Baoqin, who is talking?" Baoqin is the one guarding outside tonight.

Baoqin didn't reply.

The lights in the room had been turned off, and the windows were covered with lattices. In the darkness, Yuan Chun felt a little uneasy, feeling for the bedposts to find candles.

"It's Gu." The door was gently pushed open, and the emperor himself came in with a glazed lamp.

The warm red light reflected his handsome smile.

Yuan Chun stood there, stunned for a moment, she stumbled and said: "Your Highness, why did you come - it's already past the second watch, I thought..."

"What do you think?" The emperor's grandson had already walked up to her, with a sly light shining in his smiling glasses.

They were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

A burst of uncontrollable shame surged up, Yuan Chun turned his head and subconsciously backed away, knocked his calf on the edge of the bed, and sat on the bed crookedly with his unsteady footing.

She grunted.

The emperor's grandson couldn't help but put the glazed lamp on the couch, sat down beside Yuan Chun, looked at her and asked, "You know it's the second watch, why haven't you fallen asleep yet?"

For some reason, Yuan Chun was a little afraid to look at the grandson of the emperor tonight.

She couldn't bear the eyes of the emperor's grandson looking at her.

When the emperor's grandson looked at her in the past, although he also had tenderness and lingering meaning, but never like this moment, his eyes were fixed.

He looked at her until she lowered her head, her cheeks were flushed red.

She was so ashamed, but the grandson of the emperor didn't feel that enough, so he reached out to hook her chin, so softly but persistently that she wanted to look up.

Yuan Chun hurriedly stretched out her hand to block it, but Taisun gently pinched her wrist, so she could only put the back of her hand on her face, covering her red face.

"Gu has not returned for ten days." The emperor smiled and grabbed Yuan Chun's jade-colored fingertips, looking into her shy and timid eyes, "Let Gu take a good look at you." He stretched out his long arms, and suddenly let go The silver hook next to the bedpost was opened, and the silver-red bed curtain fell down.

In the dark night, alone, in the red tent.

Yuan Chun put down her hands in shame, looked at the grandson's tired face, and asked softly, "Are you tired?"

Unexpectedly, Taisun also asked at the same time: "Are you sleepy?"

As soon as the words came out, the two were silent for a while, and then both laughed.

"Go to sleep." The grandson patted the quilt beside him, "I can still sleep for a while before dawn."

Yuan Chun hesitated for a moment, and according to his words, lay down on the spot where the grandson patted, a little cautiously giving way to the inside.

The emperor's grandson did not do anything else, he just leaned on the back of the bed, with one leg resting on the edge of the bed and the other on the couch.

He turned around and saw Yuan Chun silently looking at him cutely, smiled slightly, brushed the broken hair on her sideburns, and said in a low voice: "Go to sleep, I just don't care about you, come back and take a look."

Yuan Chun closed his eyes as he said, and after a while, he heard Taisun's even and long breathing.

She opened her eyes, leaned her arms on the bed, half-raised her body and looked at the emperor grandson, and saw that he was fast asleep, with obvious tiredness on his young face.She reached out and covered the quilt around his waist to her shoulders, looked at him for a while, and sighed softly: "I don't know which one is more worrying."

***

The next day, Yuan Chun woke up, the quilt beside him was still warm, but Taisun had already gone to the study.

Jia's mansion accepted the decree of bestowing a marriage on Yuanchun, and sent word today.

It stands to reason that Yuan Chun should go back to Jia's mansion to get married, but there has been no movement from Taisun Palace, and Jia's mansion is also a little uncertain about His Highness Taisun's thoughts, so he simply came to find his own girl.

The little Eunuch Qin who went to the Jia Mansion yesterday to deliver the decree is the apprentice of the Eunuch Qin who is now serving the old emperor; it was he who brought the question of the Jia Mansion to Yuan Chun.

When asked about Yuan Chun, Yuan Chun himself didn't understand, so he asked what Aunt Liao meant.

Although Aunt Liao was older, she had never experienced such a thing. Logically, Yuan Chun should be sent back to Jia's mansion.But in her opinion, when it came to this Jia Nushi, His Highness Taisun often did not follow the rules.The grandson is busy these days, and she can't see anyone. If she decides to send Yuan Chun to the Jia's mansion, and the grandson loses her hair when she sees no one, will she still need the decency she has accumulated in half her life?

Therefore, Aunt Liao had no choice but to say: "Nvshi should stay in the palace first. Wait until the grandson comes back next time and ask for approval. What do you think?"

With the intention of bestowing marriage, Aunt Liao became more polite to Jia Yuanchun.

There was no one who could make up his mind, so Yuan Chun made his own decision.

The auspicious day for the Ministry of Rites' survey and cooperation will be on the first day of April, which is only about one month away.

She confessed to Aunt Liao: "I think it's better to follow the rules." Besides, she still has a lot to explain to everyone in the Jia family. Now that the grandson is busy, he often doesn't see him, and he comes back after a month or so.Therefore, Yuan Chun only packed up a few simple clothes, and went back to Jia's mansion with a tourmaline and a piano.

The carriage left the palace in a hurry, Yuan Chun looked back at the majestic palace that was getting smaller and smaller in sight, and gradually felt that this trip did not feel like returning home, but rather a long journey.

***

The east room of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The old emperor leaned on the kang, looking at the memorial in his hand wearing presbyopic glasses.

It was a very long memorial, and the inside pages were almost as high as the little finger.

Prince Jing and the grandson of the emperor sat down, each with their own thoughts, and they all waited quietly.

After a long time, the old emperor took a deep breath, his eyes still glued to the memorial, and he said slowly: "The third son's manuscript is well written." This is Prince Jing.

Prince Jing hurriedly put down the tea bowl in his hand, sat up and leaned forward with a smile, "Thanks to the teaching of Emperor Lai, my son has only learned a little bit."

The old emperor picked up the vermilion pen, circled it on the memorial, and said: "You are humble. You have been polished in the Ministry of punishment a few days ago, and you have experienced it." He stopped writing, and put the long memorial gently on the At the Kang table, he signaled Prince Jing to come forward and take it away with his eyes.

"The people you listed are all guilty. Although they are guilty, there are still some people who are not easy to move." The old emperor closed his eyes and said slowly: "Zhu Houchen has the talent to govern the world. Let it go. You are still a little impatient, now is the time of peace and prosperity, and the use of allusions and punishments should be lenient and ruled slowly..."

Prince Jing flipped through the memorials approved by the emperor, and when he heard the name the emperor said, his heart sank. This Zhu Houchen was the emperor's grandson who read with him when he was young. The "slightly overstepping the rules" was let go.

"On this brochure, I have circled the name, and don't touch it...it's still useful..."

Prince Jing glanced quickly, and saw that several of the circled people were descendants of the emperor's grandson, and suddenly felt that he was very uncomfortable.There are some signs that the emperor's grandson has been appreciated by his father recently.He has seen the emperor's criticisms to him several times, and all he said were words of praise to the emperor's grandson: "Yongsheng is capable of handling things, not inferior to you"; Feeling comforted. If you have grandchildren like this, why should I worry about it? I hope that your uncles and nephews are like this, it is really a blessing for the country and the country"; "The gentle and kind wind of eternal life is rare today"...

The emperor repeatedly sent such topics to himself, what exactly does the old man mean?Did he want him to recognize this nephew as the Mingjun of the future generation?Or are you beating yourself not to have thoughts that you shouldn't have?

Prince Jing's heart tightened, he didn't dare to think about it, he just looked at the emperor on the kang, and said as usual: "Then son will go to the Ministry of punishment to convey the order."

The old emperor didn't speak, just leaned on the kang, closed his eyes and shook his hands.

Prince Jing knelt down on the ground, and said: "My son is gone." He nodded to the emperor's grandson who was sitting next to him, and retreated with the memorial in between.

In the east, only the old emperor and the emperor's grandson were left, and a Duke Qin was shrunk in the corner.

"Yongsheng, you have to understand the difficulties of being a king. You have to be in an abyss, like walking on thin ice. Even so, you will inevitably make mistakes. If you are careless, it will be even more unforgivable."

The emperor's grandson hurriedly got up and left his seat, and respectfully received the training.

The old emperor opened his eyes, looked at the roof, and sighed for a long time, "Your third uncle is still in a hurry. But he also has his merits." He slowly saw Yongsheng coming up, and said eloquently: " The Ministry of Rites has already selected a date, and you are also the one who is going to marry. You are the grandson of the emperor, and you are the treasure of the country, so you must cherish yourself."

When it came to the promotion of new rice seeds, the emperor finally said: "You have the courage to do it, but you have an upright heart, and I will never be foolish."

When the grandson of the emperor came out, he was still thinking about the emperor's last words in his heart. It was to reassure him and prevent him from fighting with Prince Jing.He stood at the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation for a while, then walked to the household department, and sent the eunuch who followed him to pass the message, "Let Master Zhu and Mr. Zhou wait for the orphans in the Shan Auditorium."

This Master Zhu is Zhu Houchen who was named by the emperor just now.

He was accompanied by His Highness Taisun when he was young, but he is three years older than Taisun, and now he is the admiral of Fengtai Daying.Over the years, he has taken care of some head-scratching errands for the Taisun Palace.

Digging ginseng in the Northeast is one thing, and there is another gold mine that was not found out by Prince Jing.

These two items of income have been the main source of Taisun Palace's private treasury for so many years.

Of course, this was acquiesced by the old emperor.

"Let's stop with the ginseng thing." The emperor's grandson pondered for a long time before making such a decision.

Zhu Houchen already knew about Prince Jing's acceptance of the offer, but he didn't immediately agree when he heard the words. He frowned and thought for a while, a little confused: "The ginseng in the Northeast has been stopped, and only relying on the production of gold mines. The Taisun Palace's private treasury is at most It can last for a year. If it takes longer, it will be stretched. Now the military salaries of the Ruijian Camp and the Green Camp in the west of Changchun Garden are all paid from the private treasury of our Taisun Palace. The treasury is already an empty shell. It’s full of flowers—after a year, if it doesn’t continue, there will be chaos.”

The grandson of the emperor glanced at Zhou Yongcheng who was following behind, and asked, "What do you think?"

Zhou Yongcheng looked a bit out of his wits today, with a folding fan stuck in his waist, his clothes were loose at the front, he was quite embarrassed.Hearing the emperor's grandson's question, he moved like a dream, and said: "I think we should do according to His Highness's wishes. Now we are better off staying still than moving. Be patient and don't start a conflict with Prince Jing." A stable situation is beneficial to us." There was still a hint of alcohol in the voice, as if he had been hungover.

The emperor's grandson took a look at him, and his eyes fell on the folding fan at his waist. He could vaguely see the words mentioned on the fan, and the handwriting seemed fresh, so he smiled and said: "But I got a new poem, let Gu take a look."

Zhou Yongcheng didn't look beaming like usual, but was startled, and subconsciously took a step back.

Maybe Zhu Houchen also came up and grabbed him.Zhu Houchen had always loved martial arts, and was born with great strength, so he snatched the fan away in two or three strokes, and scolded with a smile: "You sour scholar, why are you pretending to be shy in front of Your Highness?"

But I saw a small order written on the fan:

The lights of the first month are dim, and it is heartbroken not to listen to the Qing song.The place where the spring falls and the Kun strings are pressed down is desolate!

Don't hear the startling wind and dense rain, gradually feel the hair on the temples.Regret Ru crow young hate also long, waiting for the end of the world Cang drop off, empty.Love goes to empty bottles and tears are full of clothes!

Zhu Houchen said with a smile: "I have always been sloppy with poetry, and I also think Daishan's poem is well written, so it can be seen that learning with His Highness can make a huge difference."

But Zhou Yongcheng didn't laugh like he used to, he stared at his feet in a bit of hesitation, and from the corner of his vision, he saw Taisun looking silently at the fan, he just felt like a light on his back.

After hearing Zhu Houchen's words, the emperor's grandson also smiled and said: "You are not by Gu's side, and the skill of flattering is also improving." He slowly put away the folding fan, handed it back to Zhou Yongcheng, and said lightly: "It's a good deal. Character."

***

The emperor's grandson sat alone in the hall of goodness for a while. Recently, the seven princes moved the Northwest Xingyuan from Ganzhou to defend Xining. The military affairs were complicated. There were at least a dozen pieces of papers sent by various ministries every day. These memorials were handed over to Beijing. The minister of the study finished the discussion, clipped the folded piece, and handed it over to him.

Now the emperor's grandson's desk still has a stack of such folders, but he can't see it.

The emperor's grandson was sitting in an armchair, holding the purse with the golden pattern of Kuilong on his waist, still feeling out of breath.

He simply stood up, walked around the room twice, pushed the door and went out.

"Go back to the Taisun Palace." The Emperor Taisun asked his attendants to lead the horses, and rode back and forth from the Shan Auditorium to the Taisun Palace, and there was still time to rush back to review the papers.

Unexpectedly, after returning to Taisun Palace, before dismounting, he got the news that Yuan Chun had returned to Jia's residence.

The emperor's grandson's face was so gloomy that water would drip down from his face.

Xiao Gao has served His Highness the Grandson for so many years, and has never seen His Highness look so displeased.His Highness is also human, so naturally there are times when he is displeased, but he has never been so negligent in covering up.He hunched over and shrank beside the imperial horse, not daring to say a word.

But when the emperor grandson groaned, he clamped his legs, lifted the reins and galloped away.

The author has something to say: Zhou Yongcheng's Xiaoling should be read in this way:

The lights of the first month are dim, and it is heartbroken not to listen to the Qing song.

The place where the spring falls and the Kun strings are pressed down is desolate!

I don't hear the secret voice of the shocking wind, but I gradually feel my temples are gray.

Regret Ru Ya young hate also long, waiting for the end of the world Cang drop off, empty.

Love goes to empty bottles and tears are full of clothes!

Thank you Yaoyao and Maltose for mine~╭(╯[-]╰)╮