[Comprehensive Qiong Yao+Red Mansion] History is turning a corner

When Sijiucheng was breathless, the new year name was finally decided. Yong Jue, a literary waste wood, looked good at any one of them. He was dazzled by the choices. In the end, he just closed his eyes and caught 'Yanchang'. He thought it was auspicious, that's all. deal.

It was freezing cold outside, and high-quality silver carbon charcoal was burned early in the East Nuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace. In order to prevent the air from being too dry, Hajilan also brought in a large glass fish tank that was a tribute from the south, and the bottom was covered with fine sand , the jade-run and magnificent Yuhua Stone, a few small Taihu strange stones have holes dug out, and goldfish are raised as one of the tributes.

Yong Jue sat cross-legged on the heated kang, holding a memorial in his hand and read it intently.

Mingrui took out a light coat from the small cabinet next to him and put it on for him, then sat sideways on the back and massaged the emperor who had been busy all day.

"Below, go down a little further, to the left... yes, yes, that's right there!" Yong Jue stretched comfortably.

"Your Majesty should also pay attention to your body," Mingrui said in a gentle voice while pressing the button, "Take a rest after a while, don't take these trivial matters lightly, you have been on the battlefield before, and those hidden injuries haven't healed yet?"

Yong Jue smiled indifferently: "It's been so many years, how could it not be better?"

"Really?" Mingrui raised his brows lightly, "Could it be that the one who suffered from knee pain last winter and spewed fire everywhere was a slave?"

Speechless, knowing that he was wrong, Yong Jue wisely buried his head in reading the scriptures.

Mingrui took off the warm knee pads that were baked by the stove, wrapped them around him, went down to the kang and brought a cup of specially brewed health-preserving tea by Yongjue's hand, sorted out the notebooks thoughtfully, and classified them.

Those memorials that were prevalent in the Qianlong Dynasty and were full of fancy rhetoric and had no business at all had long since disappeared after Yongjue punished a small official to copy them ten times. Now the memorial language is concise and clear at a glance, and Yongjue is very satisfied with it.

Yong Jue did have a lot of hidden wounds that people don't know about. Some of them were plotted by others when he was a child and he was not healed. Most of them were left by him in the battlefield for three years. After all, he was just a soldier at that time. How could he get good medicine? ?

In the depths of winter, Yongjue's knees would ache, and he even had a bad temper. Except for Hajilan Liushun and others who were used to serving him, few servants dared to stay in the warm pavilion.

Hajilan came in with two cups of shredded chicken and purple rice porridge and several plates of green and delicious vegetables.

A certain person is very proud of his feat of creating greenhouse technology to enrich the ancient winter food. This trip through time travel can be regarded as not losing the face of modern people!

A bowl of hot meat porridge served with Sichuan-flavored spicy cold salad, Yong Jue ate it with relish, and there was nothing left: "One more bowl."

Hajilan's eyes were dead in an instant: "Your Majesty, it's time for bed soon, eat less, or you won't be able to sleep at night."

"Okay..." Reluctantly put down the bowl, Yong Jue told her unwillingly, "I will eat this tomorrow, remember to make more, and last time I said I was looking for a cook who can cook Sichuan cuisine, no news yet? "

"I found it. Isn't this checking your property? It is estimated that you will be able to eat authentic Sichuan cuisine during the Chinese New Year."

Just as he was talking, Dai Quan suddenly came to communicate, and Concubine Zhao asked to see him.

"It's so late, what's the matter with her?" Holding the memorial, Yong Jue was a little displeased.

When he was with Mingrui, he tried his best not to embarrass him, and strictly ordered the concubine not to come to Qianqing Palace without authorization.

Dai Quan said: "The imperial concubine said that it has something to do with Mr. Xunyan Yushi."

"Call her in."

Mingrui consciously avoided entering the small room.

Entering the room and asking for Ann, Lin Ruoyin raised her head, her eyes were red, and she choked up and said, "Your Majesty, this concubine received a letter from my elder brother, my concubine's sister-in-law passed away last month, poor little Yu'er fainted from crying Several times, I also fell ill in bed, and my eldest brother has no intention of continuing, so this concubine wants to discuss with the emperor to keep Yu'er by my concubine's side, so that I can find a good family even if I talk about marriage in the future."

This is very reasonable, the eldest daughter of a bereaved mother is among the five not to marry, if there is no female elder to teach, even the daughter of a third-rank official may not be able to marry.

"What does Ru Hai mean?" Yong Jue asked.

Lin Ruoyin said: "After my sister-in-law left, the elder brother originally planned to bring Yu'er to Beijing when he was reporting on his work, but the Jia family suddenly sent someone to Jiangnan, saying that Mrs. Jia missed her dead daughter too much, and wanted to take her granddaughter to live longer, and take her with her to teach her a lesson. , Eldest brother mentioned it to the concubine in the letter, and the concubine thought about it."

One is a close sister who is a concubine with a good relationship, and the other is a Yue family who has only exchanged gifts for many years. It doesn't matter which one Lin Ruhai will believe.

No matter from the perspective of the back house or from the political aspect, he was the late emperor's confidant. Now that the new emperor ascends the throne, he should build a good relationship, which can be regarded as surrender in another sense.

"What's more..." Lin Ruoyin frowned her beautiful eyebrows, "I heard that the Jia family is unreliable."

"Oh? How do you say it?" Yong Jue asked while critiquing the papers.

"Duke Jia Daishan passed away many years ago, and Jia pardoned the title of a first-class general, but the plaque of the Duke's Mansion is still hanging on it. Besides," Lin Ruoyin rolled her eyes in a rather unladylike way, "because their family was the father of the late emperor. It's not a big deal to ask my beloved granddaughter to be exempted from the election, but their family is strange, but..."

Men don't work hard and make progress, thinking about climbing women's nepotism all day long, this kind of family is also worthy of opening their mouths to raise her daughter from the Lin family?I heard that there is a boy who is one year older than Yu'er in that mansion, who knows what kind of dirty idea he is playing?

Yong Jue doesn't care about this kind of thing, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, remember to tell the queen, take him into the palace and live with Bu Shunda, who are you going to call to go to the south of the Yangtze River?"

Lin Ruoyin thought for a while, and replied: "Feishuang, the eldest court lady next to my concubine, and a few maids and nuns, it would be inconvenient to ask the emperor to send some manpower."

Fragrant and soft sister Lin, maybe she is still a cute loli......

Hajilan's eyes lit up immediately, and she stepped forward and said earnestly: "Your Majesty, I have never been out of the capital since I am so old, why don't I let my servant go this time?"

Yong Jue laughed: "Do you want to pick someone up or play?"

Hajilan smiled dryly and waved her hands: "It's all there. Do you think so, Your Majesty?"

"Alright, you are the nanny in charge of the Qianqing Palace, and you will give Ruhai a face when you go. I will order some more guards and eunuchs to accompany you. At this time, the river is frozen. You should work harder. Go by land. Don't rush too much. Years Just come back."

Yong Jue agreed straightforwardly, because he didn't take Hajilan with him on the southern tour last time because of the manpower arrangement in the capital, he always remembered it.

After sending Lin Ruoyin away, Dai Quan came in again, bent down deeply: "Your Majesty, the loyal and brave Duke Fujin has given birth to an elder brother, mother and child are safe."

Yong Jue paused for a moment with his hand criticizing the scriptures, and gave a faint 'hmm'.

Dai Quan ran out as if he had been granted an amnesty.

Hajilan looked at His Majesty the Emperor who couldn't see his mood, and secretly slandered: Just pretend, that pen is about to break!

Mingrui walked out, feeling as if he had knocked over a bottle of five flavors in his heart, he felt everything, at one moment he was happy for having a son, at another moment he felt sorry for Yongjue, when he peeked at someone's unswerving expression, a trace of sweetness floated in his heart... ...Yingxian is jealous, he also cares about him, right?

Yong Jue shook his head, drove the strange emotions out of his mind, and said, "Have you thought about the name yet?"

"Not yet, I plan to talk about it after the full moon."

Yong Jue thought for a while and said, "Let's call him Arsalan. If he is older, he will be a companion for Erhe, and we will raise him together."

Ignoring the sixth son Mian Kai who is not two days away from Arsalan, but choosing the eldest son who loves and values ​​the most, one can imagine what Yong Jue's plan is.

Unexpectedly, the other party had thought so far, Fucha Mingrui was taken aback, his eyes were slightly hot, he held Yong Jue's hand and rubbed it on his face, smiling brightly: "Well, our little lion, let's raise it together .”

Not much to say about the situation in the capital, but look at the Jiangnan side.

Lin Ruhai wrote a letter to his sister, but he never expected that the person waiting for him would be a heavyweight who would take care of the current and grown-up, one of the emperor's most trusted confidantes, Mother Bi.

He happily welcomed the other party's arrival, and when he heard the emperor's plan, his hanging heart was relieved.

"The emperor's kindness is overwhelming, and the slaves are terrified when Nanny Lao Bi is here." Lin Ruhai said respectfully.

"Master Lin, you are welcome. With you here, the emperor is very satisfied with the salt administration. The emperor also knows your contribution. Lord Lin is too humble." Hajilan said with a smile, "I brought some with me when I came to Jiangnan this time. Good medicinal materials, and the imperial concubine will take good care of them in the future, so you can rest assured."

"However..." Hajilan turned his heels, looked at Lin Ruhai's blackness mixed with snow-white, and said solemnly, "You also understand that women in this world are not easy. If you also have the idea of ​​supporting Gu, settle down and follow Lin Ruhai." If Madam leaves, I'm afraid that Miss Lin will suffer a lot of slander, she is still young and has no mother, just when she needs you."

"To put it further, you only have this one daughter. After she grows up, she will marry someone else. If she doesn't have a father to support her, who would know if she was wronged by her husband's family? Kiss aunts and uncles as much as parents. Is it?"

Lin Ruhai's body shook, and his ashen-like silent eyes shot out a dazzling light. Looking at Hajilan's figure leaving gracefully, he fell into deep thought for a long time.

When she saw Lin Daiyu with her own eyes, Hajilan couldn't help being speechless. It turns out that there really is such a...Zhong Lingyuxiu in this world?Elegant and refined?Even if she was young, she couldn't stop her beauty like a fairyland.

I am afraid that only Cao Gong's "demure like a delicate flower shining in the water, and his actions like a weak willow supporting the wind" can express her feelings.

He comforted Sister Lin, who had lost her mother and was sent away by her father, in a good voice. Someone clutched her chest, with pink bubbles all over her body, and floated out with a dreamy expression on her face.

Sister Lin's voice is so sweet, delicate and tender, Sister Lin's face is so smooth, she can pinch water, making people love it, Sister Lin's body is so fragrant and soft, one can't help but hold it in her arms...

Aww!I have no regrets in this life!A certain idiot clenched his fist.

The author has something to say:

Nima, why did "Thousands of Young Girls" keep swiping in my mind infinitely when writing the last paragraph! !

Damn this damn brain supplement! (￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮(￣▽￣///)

ps: Little Yongjue, I'm not afraid that my son is like you, why don't you go to bed with your reading partner? [wretched laugh]