Concubine Wuning

San'er reacted very quickly, turned around and found He Qing's changeable clothes for rest in the past.

Yongzheng accommodated He Qing's pace, walking very slowly, and the two walked with a sense of leisure and elegance.He Qing glanced at the sedan chair in front of the door, and saw that Yongzheng didn't even glance at the eyeballs, and then realized, "Fourth master is going to dinner now, are you free?"

"If you don't spare some more time, won't you be annoyed?" Yongzheng originally planned to stay with He Qing for a while, and then eat dinner, so that He Qing wouldn't be able to sleep after thinking about it at night.But He Qing was eager to wait for him to deliver the soup again, but it was like a reminder, and changed her mind again.

In this way, the two of them got together in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but they spent a lot of time.Seeing this, He Qing couldn't help laughing, "I thought that Fourth Master could go back earlier because he was happy, and he could approve a few more memorials."

"I'm busy now, so I can save time at night." Yongzheng didn't think there was anything wrong.

But He Qing's heart warmed up, she didn't ask to be driven back in a sedan chair.Since Yongzheng wanted to accompany her, the two walked from Zhongcui Palace to the Hall of Mental Cultivation naturally. He Qing met many palace people on the way, but He Qing did not let go of their hands. He Qing at the door still had some unfinished business.

Yongzheng watched silently, and led He Qing to the side hall.

He Qing asked about the meals in the imperial dining room, but it was just for the two of them to eat, and He Qing only ordered a few dishes that they liked.Yongzheng sat on one side, and Su Peisheng comprehended some unimportant memorials.

Yongzheng Dama Jindao picked up the pen, He Qing looked at the time and turned to the drawer, and took out the glass glasses.Yongzheng took a special look and put it on.He Qing looked back at Ling's 23 pairs of glasses, leisurely took out one by one, and compared them one by one.

In the early years, Yongzheng's glasses were not very good. Until now, after he ascended the throne, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has been lenient and strict to make different glasses sets and glasses according to different materials and patterns.The more you use your eyes, the more you hurt your eyes.Yongzheng came to worry about glasses first, and secondly because of his hobbies. He had very strict requirements for glasses, and even made two pairs for each twelve o'clock, making up 24 pairs.

It took He Qing a lot of effort to memorize these things.Look at it after a long time, and some will have to be replaced.It was also convenient for He Qing to remember, and after sitting like this for a while, he got up to grind for Yongzheng.

Excerpts were divided into three, six, and nine grades. Except for urgent reports to Zhu Zhu, Yongzheng hardly shy away from He Qing, and even called Su Peisheng to bring a stool and chair over for He Qing to sit down.Yongzheng picked up a fine brush, and leisurely brought the inkstones to He Qing, and pushed the invitation note over, "You write."

After all, he ignored He Qing's reaction and went to get another booklet by himself.It's a common problem in Jiangnan. Yongzheng frowned and changed a pair of glasses again, and answered with a pen in a serious manner.

It was not the first time for He Qing, Yongzheng always acted decisively, he would do what he said, and never let her refuse.But this is a matter of great discretion, but He Qing is always a little helpless.The officials at the bottom happily accepted Yongzheng's reply, but they saw the elegant lower script with hairpin flowers in one hand, and the one above let Yongzheng stamp Heqing's seal one by one, so much so that a third-rank civil servant was very excited. He replied with a note to He Qing.

After going back and forth, Yongzheng found that not only half of the notes about greetings were for He Qing, but a small part of them were greetings to He Qing.

He Qing glanced at it and couldn't laugh or cry.

Grand Tutor Zhang Huashan respectfully invites the Holy Lord Wanan and the imperial concubine Jinan.The minister is equal to the fourth day of the first month of this month, respectfully pays respects, and presents the emperor's approval.While listening respectfully, the minister felt very relieved.Relying on the grace of the Holy Lord, even if you become fat and can't live in the sun, the ministers and others have no worries.This time, thanks to the emperor's favor, he really became fat and could not live for a long time, and his body was heavy. He still led the Chinese army to climb the mountains every day, and he must make great efforts to cultivate himself as soon as possible.Only the wife at home still feels disgusted when she sees the minister panting three times at one step.It's really hard for ministers to follow the steps step by step, and it's hard to get quick results. I heard that the imperial concubine and empress have good medical books and health preservation.For this reason, I would like to hear about it.

Yongzheng turned his body sideways, and saw He Qing's expression of interest, but in an instant, his eyebrows and eyes bloomed like bamboo shoots of anger.

With a frown, He Qing handed over the notebook, "Fourth Master, take a look, it's Master Zhang's notebook."

The Taifu is old, and only the post of Taifu is left on him, and he used to enjoy peace and happiness in the past.Therefore, He Qing didn't have much scruples, and her tone was full of teasing smiles.Yongzheng took it over, and he was able to review and check all day long.From He Qing's point of view, it was just a turn of the eye, and the gaze stopped.

Seeing this, He Qing's smile trembled wildly, her shoulders trembled.There was a collision in the throat and a crisp laugh came out, "Fourth, fourth master said, what should I answer?"

Yongzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and covered it with a pen.

I am such a young man, and I cultivate myself like this, so I will be fat and fat, so let me be fat.

A little bit, and as soon as he ticked off the pen, Yongzheng threw the memorial casually, "Let's look at other things."

He Qing smiled and wiped away the water from the corners of her eyes, looking helpless at this stingy person in front of her.Although Taifu has never been pedantic, he always respected Yongzheng according to the distinction between monarch and minister.It was rare for her to speak briskly to the serious and well-behaved Zhezi, but it made Yongzheng unhappy. He Qing pursed her lips, put the Zhezi aside with a smile, and made up her mind to add a few words at the end.

Lest someone be careful again.

He Qing flipped through it on purpose, and the officials who responded back and forth also found out the temper of their superiors, and gradually added a lot of condolences to He Qing in Yongzheng's notes, and explored the experience of raising children together, by the way There are so many ways to keep in good health.Occasionally, Yongzheng saw some of them, and he would add a few sentences after He Qing, to teach He Qing's weakness in his upbringing very severely.

As for who the officials listened to, that's another matter.

With this incomprehensible Mr. Zhang, Yongzheng obviously had two purposes when criticizing.He often looks upright with his glasses, casts a very clear glance, and then asks He Qing to add the words, or write them directly in cursive, which is very interesting for a while.

If it's normal, He Qing also imitated Yongzheng's habit, just answer one sentence and know it.

When Jiao Jin brought his servants in to pass on the meal, He Qing had already approved most of the orders, got up and dried the watered cloth towel, and sent it to Yongzheng's hand with hot air.

Turning around, He Qing wiped it off herself.It is inevitable that the pen and paper will be stained with ink. If you smell it carefully, He Qing's hands will smell of paper and ink.This scent is like an ordinary fruity scent, sweet and refreshing.But after all, there were at least four or five people who moved to and fro, and He Qing washed his hands with some reluctance.

When Sulabh was cooking, He Qing pointed out that the steamed fish was placed in front of the two of them, followed by several vegetarian dishes.This was all to accommodate Yongzheng, but He Qing never let herself suffer, ordered a plate of steamed pork ribs, and put it in front of her.

Steamed pork ribs have a light taste, more meat and less bone.Green onion tempeh, shredded ginger sesame oil, and a few white crispy bones are placed on the plate, obviously with a lot of thought.When it was taken out, it was still steaming hot, with a tangy aroma, as if it had just been cooked, He Qing's taste buds were immediately aroused.

When Yongzheng served the table, under He Qing's vague reminder, the servant Bu Cai picked up a small piece and tasted it.Seeing the slave nod his head, He Qing familiarly picked up chopsticks and spare ribs for Yongzheng, and smiled expectantly at Yongzheng.

This anxious look is very flattering to Yongzheng.Needless to say, Yongzheng also understood what He Qing meant, and gave He Qing a piece of chopsticks with fragile bones, "Eat it."

Not to mention He Qing, even Yongzheng felt hungry after smelling it.Seeing Yongzheng bowed his head and started to eat, He Qing laughed and deboned the pork ribs and ate them clean.

Chef Fang once said that a cook's feelings are very important, and before He Qing could express her opinion, she took the initiative to resign and return home.He was also afraid that He Qing would not be used to it, so he decisively pushed out the two apprentices whom he devoted himself to, and officially became a teacher.The apprentice's cooking skills are very good, but He Qing always missed something, I'm afraid Chef Fang is concerned, so he accepts it with satisfaction.

Because of this, He Qing seems to be less tricky about eating, but more tolerant.But the imperial chef in the Hall of Mental Cultivation is different after all. Although Chef Fang doesn't have the affection for her, every dish is not a good-looking one on the banquet.On the contrary, He Qing could taste the heart.

The sublimation of dishes lies here.A good cook has heart and cooking skills. For a He Qing who loves to eat but has a little demand, this is an indescribable satisfaction.

So much so that He Qing could eat a whole plate of spare ribs.Yongzheng saw that He Qing's food was delicious, so he didn't emphasize the rules of eating. Instead, he took the initiative to sandwich it for a while, and then kept sandwiching vegetarian food among He Qing's meat dishes.People depend on food, and when He Qing saw meat, he didn't reject vegetarian dishes so much.

He Qing accepted them all with a smile, and gave Yongzheng some meat.

The two of them didn't need to talk too much, but they had dinner quietly but very warmly.It was neither too early nor too late, He Qing pulled Yongzheng to stand up, cleaned his hands and straightened his clothes slightly, "Fourth master is going to approve the memorial?"

"En." Yongzheng lowered his eyelids, quietly looking at He Qing's lips.

After the oil and water are wiped off with a tea cloth, although it is not as bright as the luster, it is still crimson and pleasant.

Yongzheng squeezed that little time to himself, even if it was not an important matter, there were still officials coming in and out in the past.Either heirs of Yongzheng, or face to face, not to mention one side of the script that has never been touched.He Qing knew very well that he had no intention of going there again, firstly, he was really disturbing, and secondly, it was really unnecessary.

He Qing sent Yongzheng out, and walked around the yard on his hind feet.Although she ate a lot of food, she seldom eats, so her stomach is only [-]% full, so she walked for a while proudly.

The orange and gold in the sky faded away, and the night came to an end.After He Qing went back, San'er looked at the mirror and Tong'er brought hot water in. He Qing slowly soaked for a while, changed clothes and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes and dozing off.