Yan Wan had a pale face, hugging the child in her arms tightly, looking reluctant. She knew very well. From then on, if the emperor thinks of this child, he would go to Yingpin's place to visit. It would be better to raise him in the prince's house, and he could bribe the wet nurse with many good words and attract the emperor to see him. If he went to Yingpin's place, which wet nurse would dare to speak more. In the end, her bloodline became a wedding dress for others. She shouted sadly: "No! Eunuch Li, please tell the emperor that Yingpin has never given birth to a young man and has to accompany the emperor forever. Where can I have time to raise my children, it's better to stay here in this palace."

Li Yugongjin lowered his head and said slowly: "The emperor wanted to send the seventh princess to the empresses with high rank, but he was afraid that the little master would be shameful. Although the empress is the legitimate mother, how could the emperor still make things difficult for the empress to raise the little master's child when Mrs. Wei did those things. Even the three little masters, Concubine Chun and Concubine Qi, and Concubine Yu, waved their hands when they heard it, saying that they really didn't dare! Well, the emperor chose thousands of choices, worried about the princess' future, and at least chose Concubine Ying. If you still don't think so, then the servant had to go back to the emperor's words, listen to the emperor's disposal."

Yan Wan was by the emperor for a long time, so she naturally understood the pros and cons of Li Yu's words. After enduring it, she had to say sadly: "Eunuch Li, is there no other way?"

Li Yu shook his head and said, "The emperor is willing to find a adoptive mother for the Seventh Princess, so he is doing his best." As soon as he raised his chin, the two little palace maids knew it was amazing, so they asked for peace in a quick way. Since he had just taken the child from Yan Wan's arms, he went to greet the wet nurses to follow.

Yan Wan was about to cry when she saw this. Li Yu smiled and said, "Don't be anxious. My ancestors set such rules. I hope that the concubines can serve the emperor better and not be pulled by the children. You, don't cry, how can you serve the emperor if you cry badly?" After that, he hugged the princess and said with his own back.

Yan Wan choked, wanting to cry without tears. Grace, how could she still count on grace? Even the last way to gain mercy was taken away, and she had to bear such heart-wrenching words. She sobbed softly, looking at the sky speechlessly: "Mom, I have no choice, I really have no choice..."

Seeing her sadness, Lan Cui hurriedly handed her silk to wipe her, and persuaded her in a hurry: "My little master, the nanny has told me that you can't cry during the confinement period, it hurts your eyes." As she said, she hurriedly looked at Chunchan beside her: "Su Ri, you are the best at persuasion, and you don't say anything today!"

Chunchan stood by the door, and the dark red vermilion door outlined her body wearing dark green garments, which was particularly eye-catching and tall. She stood by and watched: "The little master has become a hero now. Although it is painful for a hero to cut off his arm, only the pain can remind him to be alive. Did the little master forget the days when he suffered in the flower room with his servants? The flesh and blood has been endured. If he can withstand the pain of mourning, the little master will no longer be afraid."

Yanwan's eyes were tearful: "A hero cut off his arm?"

Chunchan said firmly: "Yes. The little master is willing to give up his wife, and is willing to give up his glory outside the palace, from the slaves in the flower room to the maids in the Qixiang Palace, and from the position of the official woman. What is it for? Nothing else, just for himself." She was determined, "It's all for his honor, and this is also the reason why the servants follow you wholeheartedly. We all look forward to our own good. Your mother's family, your mother and brother, can't help the little master in the slightest way, and the wife is even partial to her, and she takes the little master's body and spoils her uncle and young master."

Yan Wan murmured: "Yes. The emperor dislikes the concubines' family's prominent family the most, and even if they are more arrogant, they don't like it. Instead of doing this, it's better to be clean." Her eyes gradually became clear, "Only by myself and without support, you can only lean against the emperor."

Chunchan took a bottle of green jade ointment from the ivory dressing table and handed it to Yan Wan, and said softly: "I heard from the nanny that the woman in the confinement period has both qi and blood, and her face and eyes are swollen. She must be well maintained to be as beautiful as before." She glanced at Lan Cui, "Lan Cui, don't you congratulate the young master?"

Lan Cui didn't know anything and said strangely: "Congratulations?"

Chunchan smiled confidently and said, "The little master has always hoped to have something to give birth and to take care of it for many years. Now that he has got what he wants and gave birth to a princess, it can be seen that the little master is healthy and will not be hindered from birth in the future. Moreover, the people say that if you bloom first and then bear fruit, the little master can give birth to a princess."

Yan Wan's expression gradually became firmer: "Yes. As long as I can still get the emperor's favor, one day I will give birth to a prince." She suddenly became discouraged, "But although my mother is responsible for the crime, the emperor will no longer favor me."

Chunchan took a small copper gilded banana target mirror for Yan Wan, and smiled and said, "Look at the mirror. Although she had only been born for three days and had suffered the pain of losing her mother, her appearance has not diminished, but it has become more pitiful. The emperor's favorite is this kind of weak beauty. As long as Xiong Azhu calms down and takes care of her, her appearance will definitely be better than the past. As for the princess..." She smiled slightly, "It's better to send it to Yingpin. Yingpin herself has no children, so she will not care about the princess. She is also anxious, and she is afraid that she will be busy."

Yan Wan used her fingers to push away the messy and drooping hair, and her mind gradually calmed down: "When a person is about to die, his words are good. My mother is right. The queen has cut off the glory of the palace and the family's hopes. My mother dies and the family is gone, but as long as the palace is left, it will not be over!"

As midsummer passes, the weather is getting colder. The emperor has come to Yikun Palace more and more. The days seem to have returned to the old days, just like those stormy ups and downs that have never happened before.

Looking up, the red pinks flow in the red walls and green gardens.

Hailan often comes to chat with Ruyi. The two stand side by side under the corridor, looking at the eaves of the ridge of the hall, overlapping like light ink-colored distant mountains, watching the yellow leaves falling ropes and falling droplets.

When Hailan saw the emperor, she was still so generous, humble and self-supervised, as if she had never experienced the humiliation and embarrassment of the Shenzhengsi. She was so calm, the emperor felt a little embarrassed, and repeatedly rewarded her and Yongqi. However, Hailan smiled at the dazzling array of rewards: "I have served the emperor for many years and have a time when my teeth have kowtowed my tongue, let alone getting along for a long time. If the emperor doesn't mention it, I have forgotten it."

In this way, the emperor was embarrassed and respected Hailan more and more.

When there was no one, Ruyi laughed at her: "Can you really have no grudges and forget the pain of being wronged?"

Hai Lan said with a long eyebrows: "Of course not. I have never forgotten that all my hard work, glory and loneliness are thanks to him. I must be grateful and remembered in my heart and never forget it for life." She looked at Ruyi and asked, "Since the death of the Thirteenth Prince and after storms, my sister seems to have different opinions to the emperor?"

"How different can it be? It's just that you understand that your years of advice will come true. Many couples are ruthless and have no love, and can be a dull life. They can avoid love entanglements. The more you care, the deeper you get hurt." Ruyi reached out to catch a yellow leaf falling on the branches. The crisp and thin feeling of shattering made her feel sad. "For many years, couples, sometimes the emperor is so suspicious, it's really heartbreaking."

"Martial wife for many years?" Hai Lan was stunned. "Even if it is a cat or dog, she has been raising it for decades, she has a little affection." She spoke sharply, "Have you not noticed some things? I have long been out of favor, have not served in bed for many years, and have no dispute with the world. Why would the emperor trust others easily? It was because Yongqi grew up and became a talent day by day. Although the emperor valued it, I am afraid that because of Yonghuang's incident, I was quite afraid of the older prince."

Ruyi was crying when she remembered Yonghuang's premature death: "The trees are beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy them. Born in the royal family, it is naturally not good to be too mediocre, but if you go out for a special trip, it is also a heart disease."

Hailan nodded and held Ruyi's arm: "Sister, I originally thought that I was born in a small family and had no family background. It would be helpful to marry Yongqi to a concubine who was both talented and virtuous and had a family. Now it seems that I am afraid it won't work."

Ruyi touched her mind and hurriedly said, "You are very honest. Your family background is too prominent and you will inevitably rely on your mother's power. But if you are too poor and small, you will also feel wronged. My thoughts are understood by me, which is nothing more than showing weakness to the emperor and showing that Yongqi is at peace with himself."

Hailan sighed: "Although the emperor and I dare not be husband and wife, they are also concubines. We must have the previous monarch and ministers to maintain the preservation, and we are really tired." She looked at Ruyi's eyes, "But I know that my sister is more difficult than me. My grievances are just injustice, but my sister is really suffering the pain of losing her son and being neglected by the emperor. Can my sister really be relieved? Otherwise, it would be hard to force her to smile every day."

Will it be hard? Ruyi didn't answer, but asked herself. When she met day and night, he was kind and gentle with her, and became more and more like a long-lasting couple, knowing the bottom line of each other and not touching them easily. That's because she really knows that many ulcers are rotten there and cannot be saved or cured. Once they touch them, they will hurt their muscles and bones and hurt their hearts. She had to pretend that they couldn't see them and pretend that they didn't exist.

Therefore, it is not a must-have smile, but knowing that this is the only way to resist the alienation and inability to trust gradually after the pain.

Yongqi grew up, and the emperor was increasingly urging him. After dinner, he had to personally ask about his homework. Every ten days, he would personally teach equestrian martial arts, and he was a kind father.

In this way, people's hearts will be stable.

Since Prince Duanhui and the Seventh Prince died young, the emperor loved the fourth prince, and even his biological mother, the Imperial Concubine Shujia, was very popular and turned upside down in the harem. Later, the fourth prince fell out of favor, and the fifth prince Yongqi was deeply trusted and trusted by the emperor. Ruyi was raised by the knees, which caused people's heart to be disturbed, and it was inevitable that he would be regarded as the crown prince. Now, Ruyi's own son was taken care of by the emperor so carefully, and fell in the eyes of outsiders. After all, it was born in the central palace, and it was justified, and it also brought the emperor's desire to establish a legitimate son. However, as a mother, Ruyi knew that Yongyi was young and weak. After experiencing the storm of losing his brother and the warmth of human relationships, the little child became more and more taciturn. He learned literary and martial arts, and was not as smart and agile as Yonghuang and Yongqi when he was young.

When no one was around, the couple whispered by the pillow, and Ruyi also sighed: "When talking about the talent of civil and military affairs, although Yongyi was carefully trained by the emperor, he seemed to be mediocre than Yongqi back then."

The emperor smiled and stroked her face, and said gently: "No one is like you. Others are biased towards their sons, but you just praise others for being good. How old Yongqi is, how old Yongqi is, you are so comparable!"

Ruyi spat gently, leaned in the emperor's arms, and let a handful of black hair drag: "What other people don't have? Yongqi, Yonghuan and others, who is not the son of my concubine?"

The emperor hugged her in his arms and laughed loudly: "It is my blessing to have such an empress."

When Ruyi saw that he was in high spirits, she said, "If your parents love your son, they will have a deep plan. The emperor loves Yongqi. I am happy, but I am his mother, and I know it better than others. Yongqi, his talent is not as good as Yongqi, and even Yonghuang was not as good as Yonghuang back then."

The emperor was quite surprised: "I love my son, why did you have such thoughts?"

Ruyi sighed: "The emperor loves him, and I am very happy, but I am afraid he loves him too much, and it is still too late. I see that most of the books the emperor has read for Yongyi these days are the way for the king to govern the country. Yongyi is still young, but he falls into the eyes of others. He also acts as the emperor and becomes the crown prince, which leads to many unnecessary troubles."

When the emperor heard this, he sighed: "I always remember the benefits of the legitimate son when I was young, and thought that if there were many brothers, the legitimate son would be the most legitimate one. Now that I am a father, I am getting older, I also realize that the ruler of the country is also correct. But what exactly..."

Ruyi whispered: "The ancestors taught the best lessons, and the country depends on the eldest son. If the elders are neutral, it is even better." She said humbly: "Your Majesty, women are not allowed to interfere in politics, and I am unintentional."

The emperor hugged her with a smile: "Ruyi, you have not interfered in politics. You are the queen I chose. You know how to say the most appropriate words and do the most appropriate things when it is most suitable. I hope you will always be like this."

Ruyi smiled gently: "So there is something I have to mention."

The emperor kissed her forehead lightly and said lazily: "What's the matter? Even the gentle whispering on the pillow is unworthy."

Ruyi half-tilted her shoulders, avoiding the green slut he was pursuing: "Emperor, Yonghuang and Yonglian died early, Yongzhang and Yongsheng left the palace to build a mansion, and the other left the heir, but they all got married. Now Yongqi is already an adult and it is time to start a family and start a career. Has the emperor considered what kind of concubine to choose for him?"

The emperor looked at her with a smile: "Concubine Yu mentioned to me once that she was born in a humble family and did not dare to marry a wife from a noble family. She only needs to have a good character. You are both a legitimate mother and love Yongqi. What were you planning?"

Ruyi smiled and said, "The emperor is a kind father, so how can he be incomplete? He has to come and take the exam for the exam." She pondered for a moment, "I don't like to listen to the words of Concubine Yu, and I often involve my family background, and I feel humble even if I implicate Yongqi. According to my opinion, the concubine's virtue and virtue must be outstanding in order to be worthy of Yongqi. As for family background, it is better to be matched."

The emperor laughed unconsciously: "We are already a royal family and we need to be a good match. Where can we have such a good family? You still feel sorry for Yongqi in your heart."

Ruyi tilted her face, her black hair fell softly: "I don't like to listen to the emperor's words. Could it be that Yongzhang's concubine was not the one whom I discussed with the emperor and chose carefully? Even his concubine was also from the Wanyan clan. Concubine Chun was happy when she saw several wives."

The emperor snatched a strand of her hair on his finger and said intently: "I have thought about Yongqi's marriage and have already had an excellent candidate, which is Ortai's granddaughter, the daughter of Sichuan Governor E Bi, and Xilin Jueluo."

Ruyi was stunned when she heard this and said with a forced smile: "Ortai is the minister of the regent left by the late emperor to the emperor. She is worthy of enjoying the Taimiao and entering the Xianliang Temple. If it were not implicated by Hu Zhongzao, she would not have been withdrawn from the Xianliang Temple. She also compensated her nephew E Chang's life, which made the whole clan anxious." She looked at the emperor quietly: "Marry a daughter of such a family..."

The emperor smiled with a sigh: "It's just right. Yongqi married Ortai's granddaughter, one to show the magnanimity of the Tian family and ignore the old things; the other to comfort the entire Ortai clan, which also encouraged his nephews who were officials in the court; the other hand, such a family is very strict, and the daughters he taught must be good, and he will not be arrogant and arrogant."

Ruyi deeply agrees with it and has to praise the emperor's meticulous thoughts. If it weren't for such an old minister, how could he be worthy of Yongqi? And he was an old minister who had suppressed him, and he would be grateful for the marriage, but would not be attached to him and form a clique for personal gain.

He looked at his face as he closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and felt familiar strange. It was still that face, she witnessed every detail of his gradual maturity and aging. But she was so strange. Maybe she still loved this person, this skin, but his heart was no longer the same as before. The love she used to withered, just as she understood more and more. Maybe he was really a genius, but he was really not a loving husband.

Perhaps, this understanding is also a warning. She will grow old and become increasingly alienated from him, and will no longer have the love and trust he was infatuated when he was young.

What ages destroyed is not only the full youth, but also everything he and she once cherished the most.

Life in the palace is calm and peaceful. If you get used to it, it is very easy to pass by day and day. However, people who have been favored but lost are the most difficult.

Nagato took a step forward and refused to return to the car temporarily. The pool hall was lonely and the orchids withered. At this point, there was no more blessing when the palace car passed by.

Yan Wan, that's it.

Her fall from favor, as the seventh princess raised under the knees of Yingpin, turned into a steep rock that suddenly emerged from behind. Everyone was obvious. She had not thought of a way, but Jin Zhong politely refused: "Why did the little master touch this nail? Last time, the servant accidentally mentioned it, and the emperor glanced at me. Fortunately, the master didn't hear it, and the empress was not there, otherwise the servant's life would have been gone."

It was not that I had never asked the Empress Dowager for asking for help. The Empress Dowager simply closed the door and Fujia came out and sighed, "The Empress Dowager kept the little master just to leave a gentle and informative person beside the emperor. I didn't want the little master to do such a thing. As a result, the little master made his own decision and not only did he take action, but also made such a black hand, and worked with your confused mother to waste his fortune in the palace. The empress dowager is now devoted to practicing Buddhism and cannot listen to such a prudent matter. The little master still doesn't have to come and pay his respects again."

Yan Wan also thought about singing the Kunqu opera again, which attracted the gratitude and pity of the past. But she had just started singing, and Yingpin still sent someone to: "Don't be able to sing it at this time, your daughter, Princess Seven, cannot hear these movements. When she cried later, the emperor blamed her, but why did we call us, Princess Ying? The little master was tired for you, but you were happy. The emperor knew, how could he blame you?"

Yan Wan listened to the nanny's righteous words, so she had to close her mouth and smiled awkwardly: "Pin Ying's sister is just taking care of the children, so she is afraid that she will not be accustomed to it. I have made some children's clothes by myself and asked the nanny to send them to the princess."

The side nanny smiled, but she refused to be able to make peace: "Although the emperor did not say it clearly, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has received news. Although the young master is a concubine, some expenses in the palace are based on the official woman. The young master himself is very nervous, why bother with the princess? Everything is necessary for Yingpin."

If you endure it again and again, you will always have a chance to find it.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was the Double Ninth Festival. It was the day when the palace saw the Queen Mother celebrated the Queen Mother, so the emperor would naturally come. She vaguely remembered that the former Shufei and Yehenara Yihuan were when the chrysanthemums bloomed on the Double Ninth Festival. A clear song rose to the sky.

Yan Wan had prepared two days ago, took out the new clothes she had not worn yet, and looked at herself with a silver-plated bronze mirror. After trying two of them, Chunchan advised: "My master, these two new clothes were sanctioned last year and were not enough to wear them. This year, the new ones were delayed and never sent them."

She could hear the difficulties of Chuncai. Because of her fall from favor, the Ministry of Internal Affairs had already stopped sending clothes and jewelry for each season. The only two new clothes left were actually old clothes. The silk used in the palace was the clouds that swayed in the sky, and the wind blew away. Every day, there were new stitches and gorgeous patterns that were fascinating to people's eyes and could not see them.

After Empress Xiaoxian passed away, the ladies in the harem were reluctant to be so simple. Even the emperor was also a person who was extravagant and extremely lustful. He loved them like flowers blooming like flowers, and each flower was blurred and blurred, and every day was better than yesterday. Ruyi was also. She was a lady who grew up in a beautiful stack. She had never seen anything rare, and did not care about anything, and rarely restrained concubines on clothes, jewelry, and utensils. Therefore, when we meet every day, we are all ingenious.

If someone saw the clothes last year, they would make a joke.

Women's competition for beauty is the most important thing in this needle. One inch long, one minute short, one minute short, one bit small, trivial, but extremely serious and devoted.

Therefore, Yan Wan became more and more meticulous. Although her clothes were old, she was not afraid of flowers and jade. As long as she had enough water and had a clear color, she was not afraid to underestimate her. Moreover, her current status is still a concubine, but she is the part of an official woman. Her demeanor outside should not be lost or exaggerated. She finally chose a shallow orange petals, red buds, chrysanthemum stalks, silver-patterned brocade robe, a tender green jade twisted silk phoenix flower ornament, and a sporadic garnet rice bead hairpin, which was so beautiful that she could be freely releasing and subtle gentle.

When Yanwan was dressed up properly, she looked forward to waiting for the sedan chair, but what she was waiting for was Jin Zhong with a look of embarrassment. His boots were rubbed against the door of the hall and refused to approach. Yanwan said happily: "Jin Zhong, will the emperor ask you to pick me up?"

Jinzhong shook his head bitterly, looked at Yan Wan's beautiful makeup and said, "Don't worry about this, I don't have to go to the Double Ninth Festival banquet tonight."

Yan Wan was anxious immediately, and the redness of the redness floated over the rouge rushed out: "How could it be? Today is the day that the Hegong Palace Master can see. I want to toast and kowtow to the Queen Mother, and the Emperor will come too."

Jinzhong's face turned yellower, and Qiqiai Ai said, "My little master, you have not arranged your seats at this night banquet. You..."

It was like the ice water pouring on his head in the twelfth lunar month, and it was cold and cold. The water-pink willow-shaded oriole flower pot under his feet was unstable and almost fell to the ground. Jin Zhong was quick to hold it up: "My master, let's go next time, there will always be next time."

Yan Wan still refused to give up, holding Jin Zhong's sleeve and asked in a daze: "Did the emperor deliberately ask you to tell me?"

Jinzhong shook his head: "No. It's a slave who is afraid that you will lose it recklessly, and it will make people laugh at me."

Yan Wan pulled Jin Zhong tightly, her eyes wide open: "Jin Zhong, is there any way? Is there any love? When I meet, the emperor will forgive me. Think of a way to let me go to the Double Ninth Festival night banquet, okay?"

Jin Zhong rolled his eyes, anxious and helpless: "Little master, the slave is just a guy who serves people. What can I do? The Empress arranged the purpose for the emperor at the Double Ninth Festival. The emperor had no objection at that time. You went there, but it was not a refutation of the emperor's intention." After he said that, he hurriedly said: "The slave has a job, so leave first. If the emperor knows that the slave comes to inform the news, he will not be able to afford to be guilty."
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