Hongli thought for a while, "Then Zhang Jia's family, Yi Jishan was born in Jinshi, and I heard that his family has a good upbringing." ”

Hao Ming silently wrote it down, Concubine Jia is also the most optimistic about this, although this Zhang Jia's family is not the most beautiful of the three, but it is the softest temperament, the eighth elder brother is lame, if he is paired with a frizzy daughter-in-law, it will inevitably be unsuccessful, and he must choose a gentle and considerate one, so that he can take care of him everywhere. Moreover, Zhang Jia's family is seventeen years old, two years older than the eighth elder brother, so he is naturally more careful and sensible. If you change to another show girl, being old is a disadvantage, but if you point it to the lame eighth elder brother, being old is an advantage.

Hongli smiled and said, "After a few days, together with Yongying's marriage, I will give a piece." ”

Hao Ming laughed, the sixth elder brother came out, everyone thought that Hongli didn't want this son anymore, and they all thought that this draft would not give him marriage, or would only give him a humble show girl to be a blessing. When the time comes, anyone will fall into the eyeballs. Yongying, who succeeded King Shenjun as his heir, still married the eldest daughter of Nalan Xiuqi, who was also the minister of Shangshu and the head of the guard......

The next day, it was a rainy day.

Hao Ming didn't bother to go out, and sat on the Luohan couch, holding Yongju in his arms, holding a brush in one hand, and was drafting a list of wedding show girls. Basically, the show girls who stay in the palace this time have a place to go, and those with high family backgrounds refer to marrying the prince or clan as the concubine, and those with low family backgrounds will be side Fujin or concubines. Except for the two who had been marked earlier, the names of the rest of the people were written on rice paper - except for Zhao. Zhao Hua's whereabouts don't need her to draw up, and when the draft is over, the holy decree will come down to Nalan's house.

After writing, Xiao Ming stretched his waist and instructed Xiao Wenzi: "Wait for the ink to dry." and sent it to the Temple of Heart Nourishment. ”

Xiao Wenzi nodded and said, "The slave understands." ”

Hao Ming asked again: "By the way, how long has the thirteenth elder brother been to Zhong Cui Palace? Why haven't you come back yet?"-After hooking up with desserts again and again, Qing Concubine finally hooked up with Yongjing Xiaochubby Dun to Zhong Cui Palace to play, and went early in the morning.

Xiao Wenzi said with a smile: "The slave was about to report it, and Tongyun next to Concubine Qing came to talk back, saying that he wanted to leave the thirteenth elder brother to have lunch in Zhongcui Palace, and hoped that Niangniang would allow it." ”

Mingming nodded. "Then let's bring it back in the afternoon. "—just for lunch. Not really.

Ming hugged Yongju and walked to the window, she now misses the window of Haiyan Hall a little clean, living in these wooden palaces. Once it is cloudy and rainy, the temple will be gray and gloomy at night. stepped forward to push the window with one hand, but found that it was no longer raining outside, and a moist and refreshing air was blowing. It's refreshing.

"Go out for a walk, and be bored in the temple. I also find it very boring. He said with a smile.

Xiao Wenzi hurriedly bowed down and said, "Hey, the slave is going to prepare for the ceremony." ”

Xiao Ming held his son in his arms like this, carried his godson in his hand, and went to the direction of Qianqiu Pavilion as soon as he slipped away.

Qianqiu Pavilion is a heavy eaves pavilion on the west side of the Imperial Garden. Hugging the building on all sides...... That is, it is sheltered on all sides, and it is a pavilion that can shelter from both rain and wind. The windows of the four sides are opened, and you can enjoy the scenery without dead ends in three hundred and sixty places.

The Qianqiu Pavilion is built on top of the white marble steps. There was a ring of white marble railings around, and the railings were full of roses. It's a pity that after the rain fell, a delicate flower fell, and only some scattered residual flowers and unopened buds were left on the climbing branches. The snow-white marble is a little ruddy, as if it has rained flowers.

Xiao Wenzi helped her to sit down in the pavilion to rest, and made red date tea and placed pastries and fruits.

Yu Ming handed Yongju to the nurse to hold, and drank half a cup of hot tea to warm up. After a rainy day, I not only relieved the heat, but also felt a little cold.

Mama Xue hurriedly draped the thin cotton cloak of brocade Miao Lianrui on her body, and said, "The menstrual affairs on Niangniang are not finished, but you must pay attention to keeping warm." ”

Hao Ming smiled, today is the second day, and after making up for the sleep in the morning, my stomach doesn't hurt much. Last night, Hongli didn't turn over the cards, and he was alone to review the music until midnight, and then fell asleep alone.

Hao Ming asked, "What happened to Concubine Ying last night?"

Xiao Wenzi said: "Concubine Wu Zhao is not allowed to approach the Palace of Nourishing Hearts, what can Concubine Ying do? It's a pity that I didn't even send the door of the Heart Cultivation Hall in. After a pause, Xiao Wenzi said again: "On the contrary, it was the hangover soup sent by Concubine Shun, and the emperor accepted it." ”

Hangover soup ...... Yes, Hongli drank a lot of wine at the banquet yesterday, and although he was quite sober when he left, it was also good to drink a bowl of hangover soup.

Hao Ming smiled and said, "It seems that Shun Concubine is more intimate." ”

Xiao Wenzi hurriedly said: "It's just a bowl of hangover soup, it's nothing." When the emperor left last night, didn't the mother also boil a cup of kudzu decanting soup? The emperor drank every drop left. ”

Hao Ming was also afraid that his stomach would be upset, so he picked the kudzu flowers in the medicine garden world and boiled a cup of soup with medicinal spring water.

Hao Ming chuckled and said: "Yes, the emperor has drunk the sobering soup of the palace, and he is obviously drunk, and he obviously doesn't need the hangover soup, but he still can't bear to refuse the kindness of the concubine." In this way, in Hongli's mind, it is really more important to be a cousin? Ying Concubine is just an old favorite with outstanding appearance, how can it be important to be a blood relative?

Xiao Wenzi said: "The emperor has never been very fond of Concubine Shun, but he treats her very well, and if there is any good thing, he will not forget her." Therefore, no one in the palace dares to despise it. ”

A concubine of the Holy Emperor Xi is indeed the eternal dependence of the concubine......

As she was talking, a plainly dressed palace concubine outside the pavilion saluted her from afar, "Blessed is the imperial concubine!"

Boom opened his eyes, this person, really without nagging, standing outside the pavilion, isn't it the Shun Concubine Niu Hulu clan?

Concubine Shun's appearance is a little mediocre, so she wears a moon-white twined lotus flag dress, which looks very elegant. There is a good saying, if you want to be pretty and filial, but the premise is that you have to be white-skinned. And the biggest point of Shun Concubine is that her skin is fair, and she is young, and her little face is also very tender.

Ming smiled and bowed, "Where are you going?"

Concubine Shun walked into the Qianqiu Pavilion quickly, with a faint sadness on her face, "Today is the death day of the concubine's aunt, so the concubine is planning to go to the Baohua Hall to pay tribute." ”

The death day of the Emperor and Concubine Xi, Ming naturally knows. At this time last year, Hongli was so happy for her pregnancy that she ignored the death day of Emperor Xi and the concubine, and later remembered that it was Yu Ming who accompanied him to make up for a death day, and ate a day of vegetarian food, which can be regarded as remembering his biological mother. (To be continued.) )