The daily strike of the favored concubine [qing]

That night, the night lights were like beans.

Yunxiu rolled up her long hair loosely, casually put on a warm outer garment, took a look at the thick stack of papers beside her, the corners of her mouth twitched, she was speechless for a while, as if she knew herself for the first time The son is average.

The table case is laid out with letter paper.She dipped the pen into the ink, and slowly made the first stroke, and the word 'Chenqie' appeared vividly on the paper.

It's just that when she wanted to continue writing, she suddenly stopped, and the last stroke was extremely long. Yunxiu finally put down the pen, leaned back slightly, and looked at the candlelight not far away, slightly lost in thought.

It's been a month since the emperor went to war.

The replies from outside the Great Wall never came down, and every time they were handed in from the prince to the harem, her writing went from fluent to stumbling, even with the rhetoric carefully provided by Yinzhen.

Yunxiu is not good at embroidery, nor is he good at writing letters.She has never been a talented woman, she was excellent at riding and shooting when she was young, but she has been in the palace for so many years, she has almost forgotten all the skills and accuracy.

She was afraid that her writing would be dry and boring, and she racked her brains to weave words, but her friendship could not be shown at all, so that the emperor could see her fake appearance at a glance, which made years of planning come to naught.

So she told Yinzhen: "Emiang needs the letter to reveal her natural sincerity." After thinking about it, she added: "Sweet words are also fine."

Xiao Jiu was dumbfounded when she heard the words, and she just muttered: "Don't you know my son? Er Niang is already deeply involved, so why do I need to write a pen." Her tone was sour.

At that time, she just laughed it off, and Xin Dao actually even hid it from Xiao Jiu.

The emperor's favor cannot last long, only power and status is the eternal reality, she is not obsessed with any power, but only aims at the position of the empress dowager, thinking of getting through the strife in the harem safely and dying.

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This is the third time to write a letter, and Yunxiu's wrist trembles a little.Xu Shi is the dead of night, like spring thunder surging and fine grass sprouting, the strong wind and rain can't restrain the hidden vitality, and a little bit of melancholy appears in her eyes.

sincere.

After wearing the mask for so many years, she was not sure how true or false it was.

A few days ago, she thought about packing the emperor's luggage.This thought was only for a short moment, and it was quickly rejected. She couldn't figure out whether she avoided it on purpose.

... Unexpectedly, the emperor still took away a lot of good things.

After a moment of ecstasy, she called out: "Ruizhu, take an unused wooden box, it should have a larger capacity."

Ruizhu responded in a low voice, and after a while, she brought a box for jewelry, and saw the empress folded a stack of letter papers in front of her and put them neatly into it.

Yunxiu closed the box, with a slight smile on her face illuminated by the candlelight: "I will keep it safe for Yinzhen, and hand it over to his Fujin in the future."

After finishing speaking, he put the wooden box aside, crumpled the scrapped letter paper, and resurfaced a brand new one.

Yunxiu didn't mention the blatant longing in the first two letters.

She cared a little bit about the dragon's body, she paused with her eyes half downcast, her brows were quiet, and she kept writing: "It's raining in the capital... The concubine got up late today. I spent a lot of breakfast as usual. , half leaning on the couch for people to read the storybook, the storybook is really nothing new."

"Chen Yuan took the pulse and said, 'everything is fine, when the outside is no longer slippery, the empress should go out for a walk to relax'... Fu Lu is not here, Yin Qi doesn't say anything on the surface, but the concubine knows that he still thinks about it, even if I won the first place in the riding and archery class, but I don't feel proud of myself."

"The crown prince is very busy. Jingchu often comes over to talk to his concubines. Dafujin and his sister-in-law get along very well. Xiaoshi acted like a baby to me and said that no chili peppers should be added to meals, even green peppers. No, you can hang an oil bottle on your mouth."

"Xiao Jiu's literary talents have made great progress..."

At this point, Yunxiu added with a smile: "If the emperor came back to do random checks, he has memorized all those love poems. If you have such energy in doing your homework, what else can you do?"

The flags were flying, and the westerly wind outside the Great Wall was whistling, stirring up waves of dust.In the camp where the soldiers were stationed, the military tents connected one by one surrounded the central imperial tent, like stars supporting the moon.

Kangxi put down the letter paper, pinched the bridge of his nose, and a little tenderness flashed across his face.The smile in his eyes lasted only a moment, and then disappeared without a trace, and deep creases appeared again between his brows and eyes.

Recently, for some reason, his appetite was not as good as before, and he asked the imperial physician to feel his pulse, but he couldn't find anything.Occasionally, there would be a flash of soreness in the limbs, and he thought it was an illusion, so he didn't take it to heart.

"How's the wound on Yinzhi's face?" Carefully put away the letter, the bloody scene just now appeared in his mind, Kangxi frowned and looked at Liang Jiugong who was waiting beside him, "What did the imperial doctor say? Will there be scars?"

Liang Jiugong sighed secretly, and carefully replied: "Long Live Lord, the third elder brother's arrow wound is not deep, and it can be cured after a period of recuperation, but after all, it was scratched close to the face. The imperial doctor said that people's eyes are fragile. Will stay, stay..."

He stuck his thumb and index finger to the corner of his right eye, making a distance the size of a peanut, and smiled apologetically, "Leave such a long thin scar."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the emperor's face, although the scar was small, it was still there.

"..." Kangxi's heart fell instantly, and he raised his leg and kicked him, "You dog slave, are you trying to scare me? Can this scar prevent him from marrying a wife?"

Liang Jiugong hurriedly groaned: "I don't dare, I don't dare."

It's just that he is afraid that Long Live Lord will feel uncomfortable and vent his anger on others.The third elder brother is not the crown prince, leaving scars does not matter, but after all, hurting the emperor's elder brother is hurting the emperor's face, hurting the Qing Dynasty's face, the traitor is so daring!

Seeing that the crease between the emperor's brows finally loosened a lot, Liang Jiugong felt a big stone fall from his heart.

But thinking of the chaotic scene after the third elder brother was injured, he still had lingering fears, swallowed and said: "The slave just went to deliver the medicine, who knows that the third elder brother is still holding on to Master Fu Lu..." Like holding Like a life-saving straw.

That's enough to make people angry.

Elder Brother San is fourteen years old, and Master Fu Lu is twelve years old. The emperor would not want them to charge and fight for their lives, so they sneaked under the command of Prince Jian on the right wing.

But it was such a coincidence that when they camped by the river, they passed a safe area, which was the place where the pioneer army first explored in the early morning.Unexpectedly, there was an ambush buried there, and at a glance, he saw the armor of the third elder brother who was different from ordinary people, and the followers closely surrounding him, shouting in his mouth to capture the Qing prince alive, and shot back to kill people by surprise!

The swords, guns, swords and halberds were all aimed at the third elder brother, one after another, the subordinates fell off their horses and fell to the ground immediately before they could react in time.Fortunately, Master Fu Lu gave up his life to save him, otherwise...

Liang Jiugong didn't dare to think about it.

He sighed again in his heart, this time Master Fu Lu has made a great contribution.The natural supernatural power was really brave. Master Fu Lu suffered minor injuries on his arms and legs, but he was still in good spirits, without the slightest sign of pain.

Just now he was ordered by the emperor to deliver the wound medicine. Young Master Fu Lu stood by the third elder brother's bed and explained with a smile: "This is prepared by my aunt, right? It is the secret recipe handed down from my family, Guo Luoluo."

The boy's eyebrows were flying, and his words were full of joy, no matter how you looked at it, he was lovable.

Liang Jiugong described what he saw and heard in detail, and Kangxi's face was obviously moved when he heard the words.

"Good boy." He said in a deep voice, "Yinzhi can't thank him enough."

If it wasn't for Fu Lu, the third elder brother would have almost disappeared.Thinking of this, Kangxi only felt afraid, his phoenix eyes were full of hostility, he slapped the table with his palm, and said angrily: "I will not destroy Junggar, I swear I will not give up!"

"Pass down the order..." Xu Shi was too angry, Kangxi staggered a bit as he spoke, suddenly his hands and feet became weak, and bursts of pain hit his head.

The pain was so sharp that he lost the strength to stand up, and he fell backwards straight.

Liang Jiugong bowed and listened, and when he heard the movement, he raised his eyes and looked up, and his soul flew away in an instant: "Long live? Long live?!"

Prince Yu and Elder Brother were fighting on the front line. Hearing the news, he anxiously told the generals under his command, and then hurried to the camp of the Chinese Army.

There was deathly silence in the imperial tent, and everyone felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.Kangxi woke up leisurely, and saw the accompanying doctor An sitting in front of the couch and carefully examining the pulse, his brows loosened and furrowed for a while, and the waiters held their breath when they saw this.

"Zhen... what kind of disease is this?" The headache suddenly disappeared, but the limbs felt weak and cold. Kangxi closed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "Symptom of cold and heat?"

Physician An's pulse condition is exactly the same as the symptoms of cold and heat.It's just that he can't be sure, after all, the time is still short, and nothing can be seen, or there is a change, it is also uncertain.

Imperial Physician An was about to speak, but Imperial Physician Yang, who was kneeling behind him, cupped his hands and said, "If you go back to Lord Long Live, the minister's pulse test earlier was indeed a symptom of cold and heat."

Physician Yang was much younger than Physician An, but his medical skills were comparable. Seeing Physician An, he was only taken aback for a moment, and did not refute, and everyone was immediately convinced.

Eldest brother's tone was the most urgent: "Since that's the case, please trouble the two imperial physicians to make medicine for Huang Ama, and the dragon's body must not be delayed!"

"Yes Yes."

The imperial tent suddenly became flustered.After Kangxi took the bitter medicine, he sweated hotly on his forehead, and fell into a deep sleep. Imperial Physician Yang heaved a sigh of relief, and whispered to Liang Jiugong, who was worried, "Your Majesty will get better tomorrow, father-in-law." And be at ease."

Unexpectedly, that night, the emperor's symptoms suddenly worsened.

His forehead was hot, his hands and feet were cold, and he even spat out a mouthful of blood!

Physician Yang, who had been waiting by the side all night, looked pale, his mind was blank, and only two big words in blood red remained: It's over.