The daily strike of the favored concubine [qing]

In the 61st year of Kangxi, the emperor was seriously ill, and there was a lot of crying before the holy couch.

In the distance, dark clouds hit heavily, covering the originally unclear sky in Changchun Garden.

"Prince Yong's fourth son, Yinzhen, bows deeply to you... Successor to the throne..." Kangxi, who was already late and deeply wrinkled, read the last sentence of the edict with difficulty, panted, and patted the bed, letting Yong The prince came forward.

Except for Prince Yinti of Zhijun who was imprisoned, Prince Li Yinreng, who was never born for life, and General Wang Yinzhen who was fighting in the northwest, the rest of the princes and concubines were all lying on the side of the couch, or burst into tears, or sad.

The concubine Wu Ya led all the concubines to kneel behind her, with tears in her eyes, she almost couldn't support her body and passed out.

After a while, heavy footsteps sounded, Yi Concubine Guo Luoluo, who was seriously ill, supported the palace man's hand, coughed softly, wiped away her tears, and knelt down straight in front of Concubine De.

Someone secretly gasped, Prince Heng Yinqi and Jiubeile Yinzhen turned their heads to look, they were all shocked.

Concubine Yi's appearance could vaguely show the beauty of her youth.But because of her illness and excessive grief, she is just an ordinary old concubine, her previous charm is gone, only the sky has collapsed.

She turned a deaf ear to the cries around her, and only looked up at the emperor on the couch—the place where she relied all her life.

My heart was empty.

Without even looking at her, he gasped and whispered a few words to the new emperor who was about to succeed him.

"If... Concubine Yi is domineering and disrespectful, don't take my wishes into account..."

Prince Yong glanced lightly at Concubine Yi who was kneeling in front of Concubine De, his eyes sank, and he nodded in agreement.

Guo Luoluo was favored in the early years, arrogant and flamboyant, overpowering his mother-in-law, and the palace has countless eyeliners.Even old and skinny camels are bigger than horses...

It's very good to have Huang Ama's words.

Yifei's soul was half in the body and half in the air, and she clearly heard the emperor's whisper.

Grief, anger, and despair wrapped her heart tightly, and the next second time and space changed, and she saw her end.

"Following the order of the Empress Dowager, the Emperor has a decree—Concubine Hui is Taifei Hui, Concubine Rong is Taifei Rong, and Concubine He is Taifei He..."

Concubine Yi was left alone.

Her fifth child was assigned to an unfulfilling job, and Xiao Jiu was imprisoned to death. Before her death, she was renamed 'Seth Black'.

"Prince Heng, don't be in a hurry with the affairs of the Ministry of Rites. The emperor ordered you to suppress the sinner Yunyu to the clan mansion, abolish the clan name, and punish the sinner Yunyu together, do you think?"

After seeing off the eunuchs sent by the palace, Prince Heng Yinqi knelt down in front of her in tears.

"Mother, my son is useless!"

She gently stroked the eldest son's braids, and murmured: "I don't blame you. It's me who can't persuade Xiao Jiu, and he deserves to die like this."

The catastrophe came quickly.

When the news of Yinzhen's death came, Concubine Yi sat withered in Prince Heng's mansion all night, her black hair turned gray, she vomited a mouthful of blood, and almost went blind from crying.

In the tenth year of Yongzheng, Prince Heng died of illness; in the 11th year, Concubine Yi, who had nothing to worry about, followed closely.

There is no cure for heart disease, and the former favorite concubine is gone.

Before I closed my eyes, there was only one sentence that hovered in my mind:

"Your majesty, you said that you will live up to Yunxiu in this life. Do you still remember?"

-

At the beginning of March in the 22nd year of Kangxi, in Yikun Palace, late at night.

Inside the brocade tent with begonia clusters and cloud pattern, Yunxiu let out a low cry, opened his eyes, sweat spread all over his forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

She squeezed the quilt, stood up in shock, her black hair fell down on her chest like a waterfall.

It was a nightmare...

No, not a nightmare.The dream was so real that it almost deduced all the future.

A dream of yellow beams, a dream of yellow beams.

Could it be God foreshadowed?

There was a daze in her eyes.

After a slight dizziness, Yunxiu suddenly opened her eyes, her sharp eyebrows softened, and her hands were attached to her slightly swollen belly.

The nearly five-month-old child seemed to understand Er Niang's mood, moved his body, and calmed Yun Xiu who was full of thoughts.

The fear and despair in the dream disappeared completely, leaving only peace.

……

In the darkness, Yunxiu was thinking about something with a sullen face, when the candlestick lit up the open flame.The palace guards at night heard the shout of the master, and the bedroom was busy up and down.

The palace maid Ruizhu carefully lifted the bed curtain, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, have you been haunted?"

Wen Yuan brought a basin of hot water, twisted it with a hot towel, and gently wiped Yunxiu's forehead, with the same worry on her face as Ruizhu.

They are not on guard today, so they dressed in a hurry, and they didn't have time to pull up their buns. They rushed here while sending people to make soothing soup.

The empress is pregnant with the little elder brother, although she said that the first three months have passed safely, but if she has a nightmare, how can she know if there will be a mistake?

Don't say they blame themselves, even the emperor, empress dowager, or even the empress dowager can't spare them.

"Nothing." Yunxiu leaned on the couch, pressed the center of her eyebrows, and asked them in a hoarse voice, "What time is it?"

"Fourth watch." Wen Yuan replied in a low voice, wiping more and more carefully, "Your Majesty, sleep peacefully, it's still early, and this servant is watching over you."

"I have to greet you tomorrow, you guys go to rest. It's just a dream..." Yunxiu took Rui Zhu's hand and took a sip of soothing soup, rinsed her mouth at last, closed her eyes and lay down again.

Seeing that Yunxiu's expression was stable, she must have escaped from the nightmare, Ruizhu heaved a sigh of relief, tucked her in the brocade quilt, extinguished the candle, and quietly exited the room.

Madam Dong, who was in charge, just arrived, with a solemn expression, "Is your mother okay?"

Yunxiu could faintly hear their lowered voices: "Your Majesty has fallen asleep... Pregnant with a little elder brother... All evil will not invade..."

The sound of rustling footsteps disappeared, and the hall returned to silence.

Slivers of moonlight shone through the window and shone dimly on the bed curtain.Yunxiu half-closed her peach blossom eyes, her eyelashes drooping slightly, and a few strands of black hair spilled over her lips, stained with a bright color.

Brother?

What a little brother.

The quilt bulged slightly, Yubai's hand rested on the top of the lower abdomen, and Yunxiu once again recalled the scene in the dream.

Proud in her early years, doting the crown of the harem, no one can compete with her, everything is in line with reality.

She pulled her lips slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

Xiao Wu Yinqi was not allowed to be reused. Of the two unborn children, one died of confinement, and the other died of illness in infancy.

The crown prince was abolished, and the concubine De, who she disliked the most, became the queen mother.Although Ni Qiang, the flesh and blood under her knees, went earlier than her, but at least she was suppressed for the rest of her life, and she was full of honor after death, and she could be buried with the late emperor.

And what about her?

Without the title of concubine, after the new emperor ascended the throne, his life was like walking on thin ice. Anyone could step on her, and no one would remember that she was the glorious concubine in the past.

...that's all.

She is stupid, so is Xiao Jiu.Mixed with seizing the progeny, the skills are not as good as others, so there is nothing to complain about.

It was the emperor who made her fall into the ice.

The knife that was inserted into the heart, dripping with blood, and dealt a fatal blow was none other than the Emperor Kangxi who doted on her like a pearl and treated her like a treasure.

The sweet talk when you were young is nothing, and no matter how beautiful your appearance is, it can't withstand the invasion of time.In his later years, he married Han women one by one, how can he still remember the previous oath!

——"If Concubine Yi is domineering and disrespectful, don't take my wishes into account."

Mind?What a funny idea?

When he liked her, he said that her temper was very touching; when he left her behind, he thought she was domineering and didn't save any decency.

Her whole heart is tied to the emperor, she regards him as her heaven, she is considerate in every way, and she has done her duty as a concubine.Even if she is arrogant and indulgent, competing for favor with others, she has grasped her sense of proportion.

Concubines and concubines, how many did she really offend?

She has never killed the emperor's heir, nor has she planned to imprison the emperor.

He thought that he could earn some sincerity from the emperor, but in the end he had nothing, and he lost completely.

……

Like a slap in the face—

She finally understood that the emperor is ruthless.

In the harem, to lose one's heart and put oneself in shackles is the real stupidity.

Under the bed curtain, Yunxiu's breathing was stagnant for a moment, and then he sneered.

This is the future predicted by the heavens, why should she follow the dream?

She was born in a wealthy family in Manchuria, she was a concubine, she had a prince under her knees, and she was valued by the empress dowager and empress dowager, no one dared to underestimate her.

There are so many regrets waiting to be redeemed in the dream, why bother to restrain yourself, carefully fight for favor, and dream of the illusory emperor's true heart?

It is right for children and grandchildren to become talents and live freely.

As for men?

This palace is no longer serving me!

-

Just after Mao hour, Yunxiu washed and dressed under the service of the palace servants.

Her spirit was sluggish, and her eyes were slightly black and blue, but it did not detract from her bright and beautiful appearance at all.

She had a melon-seeded face, distant mountain eyebrows, a pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes, a straight nose bridge, and ruddy lips. Her facial features could be described as "beautiful", but there was nothing enchanting about her.

In the harem, her appearance is also unique. For so many years, only the noble Wei Shi can match her.

The Wei family was favored by the emperor, once he was favored, the concubines were all waiting to see the jokes of Concubine Yi——

Liangguiren is a jasper-type beauty, not in the same category as Yifei, who is magnificent and gorgeous. They guessed that the emperor liked Sinology, so he should prefer women like Liangguiren, and Yifei's arrogance should also shrink.

Unexpectedly, the emperor ignored Mr. Liang after being new for a while, and when the eighth elder brother was born, Mr. Liang rarely had any holy relatives.

From drafting to becoming a concubine, Yunxiu was still in favor, and hated them so much that their teeth itch, but there was nothing she could do.

Right now, Yunxiu's eyes are half-closed, no makeup is applied, the beauty is slightly reduced like a begonia in spring sleep, and it is a little more pure.

Mother Dong knew that the master did not sleep well last night, so she ordered the second-class maid Chun Bai to be gentle when combing her hair, so as not to disturb the empress.

"Your Majesty, do you want to put on makeup?" Wen Yuan asked softly.

It stands to reason that pregnant women cannot use powder, and the same is true for concubines.

Once pregnant, you will get spots and bloat... Ladies are most afraid of comparisons, and even more afraid of making a fool of themselves in front of the emperor, so they spend their time making people make up cosmetics, Qingdai and other things that are not harmful to the body.

Naturally, Yunxiu also has it.Wen Yuan's blend of powder and powder is a must, and when you open it, there is a faint fragrance of floral dew.

"No need. It's good for them to compete for beauty, and I'm not missing." Yunxiu said wearily.

Because of the dream, her mood was ups and downs in the second half of the night, and it was difficult to fall asleep. She only rested for a while. How can she think about dressing up now?

Wen Yuan should be, and her footsteps became more and more soft.

Every fifth and tenth day of every month, led by the imperial concubine Tong Jia, everyone went to the Cining Palace to pay their respects, and on the rest of the days, they only went to the Chengqian Palace to pay respects to the imperial concubine.

Originally, the imperial concubine was pregnant in June, so she avoided everyone's greetings, but today it is a special time.The imperial concubine passed on a message and asked them to sit down in Chengqian Palace to discuss the arrangements for the Longevity Festival in preparation for the emperor's birthday.

The imperial concubine gave such orders, who would dare to be absent?

Concubine De, who was four months pregnant, might arrive earlier than Yunxiu.

After washing and dressing up, Yunxiu casually pointed at a light apricot-wrapped dress, which surprised Wenyuan and the others.

Concubine Yi used to only wear bright colors, what happened today?

The author has something to say:

【Mine clearance first】

1. Overhead the Qing Dynasty, there are many private settings, and the timeline has changed.

2. Spoiler here: don’t worry about the strike, the heroine is neither stupid nor cowardly.There will be psychological changes, so don't worry, just read it slowly and you will know.This is Shuangwen!cool text!cool text! (scream three times)