I saw a shallow smile on You Lian's little face, which looked gentle and soft.

Ru Hui lowered her eyebrows and reached out to pick up the tea bowl beside her. She didn't believe in any noble or noble, and she didn't want to see the successor lama, but it seemed that she couldn't help it.

The Qing royal family respected Tibetan Buddhism, and as a member of the royal family, Ru Hui could not be rude whether she believed it or not.

After eating in the palace, the crown princess led several concubines to the banquet and the side Fujin to the palace of the queen mother slowly, and the pregnant concubines and concubines were led to Cining Palace by the queen concubine in the palace.

Entering Cining Palace, the crown princess took the lead, and the granddaughters-in-law saluted the queen mother sitting on the top.

"Hurry up and help the pregnant granddaughter-in-law of the mourning family, but don't hurt the little grandchildren of the mourning family. ”

The queen mother said a word, the palace maids who had been prepared in Cining Palace supported the prince's side Fujin Tang clan, Prince Cheng's mansion side Fujin Nian's family, Concubine Zhu's family, Prince Yong's mansion Ru Jia's family, Prince Heng's mansion Fujin Qian Jia's family, Shufu Jin Baijia's family, Chunjun Wangfu Fujin Li clan, Jiubeile Mansion Tong clan, Dunjun Wangfu Guo Luo Luo clan, 12 Baylor Mansion side Fujin Fangjia clan, 13 elder brother Mansion Fu Jin Zhaojia clan, 14 Baylor Mansion side Fujin Shu Shujue Luo clan, a total of 11 people, lined up, standing in front of the Queen Mother.

When all the pregnant women of the royal family gathered together, holding up large or small bellies, and when they were intuitively presented in front of them, the queen mother, who was over seventy years old, smiled almost from ear to ear.

"They're all good kids, they're all good kids. ”

The queen mother's jade hand waved, and the pregnant women who came to Cining Palace to ask for peace each got a set of gold head noodles, a set of jade stones, and a set of newborn spring silk jackets, white spinning silk shirts, spring silk digging singles, red belly, silk quilts, mattresses, etc., and then, the palace maids helped eleven pregnant women down and sat down.

Ru Hui sat at the bottom of Sifu Jin with low eyebrows, quietly listening to the queen mother and the concubines of the palace talking and laughing for a quarter of an hour, and an old lady led eleven little palace maids holding yellow silk into Cining Palace.

"Empress Dowager, the Great Lama has completed the blessing of the "Dizang Bodhisattva Sutra". ”

"Yes, yes. The queen mother happily looked at the pregnant women in the room, "The mourning family loves the children and grandchildren full of the house, and the people are prosperous, and now the mourning family invited the great lama to come to Cining Palace to pray for the blessings of the children and grandchildren, and asked the great lama to make eleven volumes of scriptures, and give them to you, and bring them back to recite or enshrine them in the house every day, so as to ensure that the grandchildren of the mourning family are born safely and have a long life." ”

Reciting the "Dizang Bodhisattva Sutra" can increase the blessing for the child, and it is the scripture that the great lama has personally blessed, the queen mother's move can be described as loving, and the eleven pregnant women got up together to take the scriptures in the hands of the palace maid, and thanked the queen mother.

The queen mother who nodded with a smile showed a trace of fatigue on her face, and when the concubines of the palace saw this, they all led their daughters-in-law to get up and retire and leave Cining Palace.

Halfway through, Concubine De stopped and turned to look at the daughters-in-law who were following her: "You guys are tired for a day today, so go back." ”

Seeing the figure of Concubine De, who was sent to Yonghe Palace, disappear between the palace walls, Sifujin turned around and said to Thirteen Fujin: "Let's go." ”

On the fourteenth side, Fujin Shu Shujue Luo and Ru Hui followed behind the two Fujin and slowly walked out of the Forbidden City.

The inexplicable trip to the palace ended inexplicably.

In the evening, the fourth master walked into the east courtyard.

"When the emperor's grandfather was in power, he once asked a great lama about the national fortunes of the Qing Dynasty. The fourth master, who had changed into pajamas, sat on the bed, massaging Ru Hui's swollen legs and feet while telling her some news she had inquired about.

After some calculations, the great lama said: "I am not crippled, and the national honor will not be destroyed." The emperor asked what he meant, and the great lama said that the heavenly secret should not be revealed, and then the emperor asked how many generations the emperor could pass on the throne. The Grand Lama replied: Ten emperors reigned nine emperors, and one emperor was in Youzhou...... The old lama who passed away after returning from Cining Palace was one of the disciples of the great lama asked by the emperor that year, because of the movement of Hongyao when he was born before, he came from hiding, entered the palace to worship the scriptures, after a few years of calculation, the old lama calculated that the opportunity to change the fortunes of the Qing Dynasty came, but every time he calculated, there was always something to stop him from the last step, and he couldn't count who that person was, only counted as among the emperor's grandchildren from this generation.

The old lama died after exhaustion, and left four words on his deathbed: It's messy, it's early!

The old lama's disciple tried to calculate whether the person was pregnant through the prince's mother, but the result seemed to be a failure, but the destiny of heaven is difficult to change, and the variables are unpredictable. ”

Ru Hui lazily glanced at the fourth master with a thoughtful look on his face, and asked him, "Destiny, do you believe it?"

Ru Hui has always believed in "Tianxingjian, a gentleman should be self-improving", that is, the natural movement is strong and strong, correspondingly, the gentleman should also be like the sky, self-improvement, perseverance, hard work, not lazy.

The fourth master knows this, and is very happy about it, because her belief and the fourth master's outlook on life maintain a high degree of consistency, when Ru Hui was still a child, the fourth master was already in his heart Ru Hui as a like-minded confidant, so many years, Ru Hui has not changed, after countless court and political affairs honed the fourth master's heart has become more resolute, and the will has never been consumed.

After the epidemic, although the fourth master was disappointed in the cowardice of the women in the backyard, he was never sad because of Ru Hui's constant companionship;

Ask the fourth master if he believes in fate.

The fourth master will answer affirmatively: The master believes in Buddhism, not in life.

With his eyes closed, countless thoughts in the fourth master's mind turned, and then, the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Huang Ama recruited Bao Zhangzheng of Qin Tianjian a few days ago. ”

Ru Hui leaned on the pillow and snorted softly.

"Bao Zhang is a Taoist descendant, he has been in Qintianjian for many years, and has been very low-key, but since the year Hongyao was born, he has become active, and in the past few years, he has tried his best to get Amma's gift...... Tibetan Buddhism is in a hurry......"

The gentle snoring sound came into his ears, and the fourth master turned his head to look, but saw that Ru Hui's small mouth was slightly open, and she was already sleeping crimson.

Shaking his head helplessly, the fourth master got up and steadily hugged Ru Hui into his arms with one hand, and pulled out the pillow she was leaning on with the other hand, replaced it with a soft pillow on the side, and gently put Ru Hui on the pillow, watching her sleep without knowing anything, the fourth master had pity in his eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly curled, he knew that she was pregnant hard, but he didn't expect to be so tired that she could snore.

Quietly looking at the sound sleep of her own woman on the pillow, I don't know how long it took, the sleepy fourth master pressed the corner of the quilt for Ru Hui, pulled the rope connected to the bell outside the bed, and notified the waiting person to come in and turn off the light, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Xun Lan quietly walked into the bedroom, covered the lamp, and the light in the room was suddenly dim, except for a little light in the corner.

……

The matter of "Destiny Nobleman" slowly circulated in the aristocratic circle of the upper house in Beijing, and no one talked about it publicly, but everyone's eyes were on the eleven pregnant women of the imperial family this year, intentionally or unintentionally.

In a private room in Fuyuan's residence in Beijing, several court officials dressed in swallow clothes gathered together to talk about the noble people of the Mandate of Heaven.

"The old lama's ability, the official knows a thing or two. A round-faced official about fifty years old leaned back on the circle chair with a solemn expression: "He was originally a disciple of the Fifth Living Buddha, and his skills are extraordinary. ”

"It's a pity. A thin old man with gray hair shook his head and sighed: "He ran out of life because of the destiny of heaven, but he died early, leaving only an intractable mystery. ”

"Except for the eldest brother in captivity, the only prince who is married is Babeiler, and there are no pregnant women in the Babeile family!" The middle-aged man in green clothes had a solemn face.

"You forgot that there are fifteen elder brothers. The Humpty Dumpty official in his forties retorted.

"The fifteenth elder brother is weak, but the eighth master is not weak. The official looking out of the window turned his head, but he was the one with the cleanest color in the room, and he glanced at the short and fat official: "The eighth master only has a son and a daughter now, and neither of them has grown up." ”

"Could it be that it is wrong to say that we support the eighth master?" the round-faced official sighed.

"Shhh...... This ......" the thin old man tore off a beard by mistake.

"The old man's disgust with the eighth master is beyond words, if we still work against the old man, it is really not a wise move. The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Eighty percent of the adults in the court are optimistic about the eighth master. The short and fat official was not convinced: "It is impossible for the old man to ignore the voices of the Ming princes in the court." ”

"The eighth master's temperament is indeed good, but the choice of succession is determined by the old man's Qiangang...... The old man is not a weak king, since he was fourteen years old, you still know little about his methods? The middle-aged man put the teacup in his hand on the table: "In the future, Zhang hopes that everyone will not mention this matter again, Zhang still has something at home, so I will leave first." ”

"Master Zhang, don't go, wait a minute, let's talk again. Seeing that the middle-aged man was leaving, several people in the room stood up.

"There's nothing more to talk about, you cherish it more. As soon as Mr. Zhang arched his hand, he took off his robe and left the house.

"Alas, the old man is old and in poor spirits, and in the future, I have decided not to mix with this kind of thing, everyone, farewell. The thin old man stood up, sighed, and walked out of the house in a figure-eight step.

"It's all about this. The dwarf officer slapped the table.

"My lord, how do you decide?" the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi looked at the round-faced official.

The round-faced official closed his eyes and thought for a long time: "Although the dragon's skill is tempting, the risk is too great, so forget it." ”

The short and fat official showed a dejected expression: "If you don't do this, it won't work, the old man can scold the eighth master enough last time, tsk, the old man really wants to be ruthless, who is not afraid of the court, yes, let's boil it slowly, anyway, the master doesn't want to rise again." ”

The round-faced official glanced at the short and fat official with a smile: "Mu Helun, are you still thinking about the ministry?"

It turned out that this short and fat official was actually the current Shangshu Mu Helun of the Ministry of Rites.

Mu Helun looked at the round-faced official and rolled his eyes: "Fu Ning'an, my lord has been pressed by you all my life, and my lord can't swallow this breath." ”

Fu Ning An Dale, the secretary of the ministry: "Mu Helun, you can't do Zhang Pengxi's business in the Criminal Department, but if you work harder, you can also try the household department." ”

Mu Helun's face twitched: "Hubu, forget it, I still want to live for two more years." ”

Fu Ningan smiled: "What's the matter, the fourth master?"

"It's as if you're not scared. Mu Helun snorted coldly: "If you don't want to transfer his subordinates to try, or in less than half a month, you want to run." ”

Fu Ning'an smiled, and the expression on his face suddenly changed, and he looked at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi: "Bandi, that clan sister in your clan has seen that Ru Jia side Fujin who is famous in the capital?"

Bandi nodded: "The clan sister has seen it at the New Year's banquet, but she is rich and natural, low-key, and doesn't like to talk much, but I don't know anything else." ”

"That person who lives in a simple place, except for the incident of smashing the Ninth Master's Mansion angrily back then, I haven't heard of what she has done. Fu Ningan thought for a while: "You say, that nobleman, will it be in her belly?" ”

Mu Helun first sneered, and then came to his senses: "Fu Ning'an, you remembered Brother Hongyao......"