Yiyantang's business - in the words of Aunt Baiyun, it is quite good.

In just one month, there are as many male guests as there are in Grand Hyatt Pavilion, and there are more female guests in Yiyan Hall, or even more. Originally, I was worried about whether it was too risky to do women's business in this era, and I was even more skeptical of what someone Zhou said about coffee and garlic: There were no women on the street in ancient times, but there were, either Pan Jinlian or Bai Suzhen.

Obviously, in the Qing Dynasty, which is not ancient, at least during the Kangxi period, the folk customs were still relatively civilized.

The brothers restrained their previous teasing of Yinyu, and sighed that Lao Jiu had a unique vision, and the woman's business was really good. I also began to believe that women in ancient and modern times are the same, but there is nothing that cannot fit into my pocket if I have spare money in my hand.

Yinyu ordered the silver ticket and handed it to me, I didn't look at it and handed it to Xie Yu, only sighed in my heart and smiled The girl is outgoing, and the person has not handed it over, but he has begun to stop taking money.

With a large number of silver tickets in hand, it is even more motivating to squander them. Smile and smile and say that I have never seen a shopkeeper like me, and I still have to spend money in my own store, but I happily told them that this is called a sense of achievement, and the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders. It's a terrible, alternative, vulgar, perverted pleasure.

Holding the new clothes made for the dolls, happily returning to the mansion, together with Lansi's Shushen and Hongyun, several children took on a new look and stood side by side on the snow, like unprecedented firecrackers in the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, red and happy all over the house. When Yinzhen and Yinxiang stepped into the courtyard, they were both stunned, and their miniature pupils seemed to reflect a faint layer of red.

With the children kneading the rice balls, each person's red clothes were stained with white flour of different sizes, and the sun was shining like a couplet paper sprinkled with gold, I handed the two brothers two brushes and asked them to mention words on them, and the effect was surprisingly good.

The five children looked at their new clothes before they were hot and turned into ink-dyed red certificates, some of them wanted to cry like Hongyun, they were flattered like Shushen, their faces were expressionless like Hongwan, they smiled and caressed like Honghui, and they were as happy as Hongyun. Yin Zhen looked at their different expressions, smiled at his brother, and the two shook their heads and walked back to the study side by side.

The boiling pot is colorful, with red silk and green walnut kernels, which randomly break quite frequently, and there are few grains that can be completely formed in a small bowl. We sat around the dinner table and ate lively, the children involved in the labor did not find fault with their "masterpieces", the two masters who did not pay hard were happy to enjoy the filial piety of the juniors, and everyone was happy.

Just like the alternation of the four seasons, Lao Kang's outings began to follow a regular pattern, and he visited on time again and again. Before dawn on the second day of the Lantern Festival, Yinzhen stepped out of the gate of the mansion and stepped on the big ship of Kangxi's southern tour again. Of course, there is also the crown prince who recovered from a serious illness early, and the thirteenth son Yinxiang, who is more and more favored every time Kangxi leaves Beijing.

At the end of the month, I received a letter from Yinzhen, saying that he arrived in Jinan on the 24th.

I kept the last letter signed on the fourth day of the third month at the Guansheng Temple, and waited for many days, but I didn't get another letter. I had to give up and continue to wait, when the moon hung in the middle of the sky on March 14, Gao Wuyong rushed back to the house, saying that Kangxi and his entourage had arrived at Yangcun with the boat, rested for the night, and arrived in Beijing tomorrow.

Without Xiao Gao's Yinzhen, oh...... I walked back and forth between my room and the courtyard, and finally ran into the garden, smelling the flowers, looking up at the moon hanging high in the night sky, and I didn't feel sleepy.

Finally, it was dawn, and it became the scorching sun at noon, and I finally couldn't stay up and put on a pillow to prepare to go to Zhou Gong, Yinzhen pushed the door and entered.

I got excited again, jumped out of bed and followed him around, bathed, changed clothes, served tea, chatted, and listened to him talk about what he had seen and heard along the way. In the end, he sat on the couch and fell asleep against him.

When he woke up, it was midnight, and he was sitting at the head of the bed reading by a candlelight, and it took a few moments before turning a page very lightly.

In response to the old saying, the moon of fifteen is sixteen round. Outside the window, the moonlight sprinkled all over the courtyard, shining into the room, shrouding him with a faint layer of silver-white, reflecting his straight nose and slightly pursed thin lips, and the eyes that often stared seriously were slightly squinted at this time, absorbing the indifference and calmness of the day, but adding a trace of moon-like tenderness, which looked illusory like a dream.

I stretched out my hand and touched it gently, Yinzhen squeezed the book in his hand and turned his head to look at me, and when he spoke, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he was sandy and hoarse, "Wake up." ”

I nodded, got up and climbed out of bed from his feet, pouring a glass of water to his mouth.

Yinzhen put down the cup, closed the book and put it next to the pillow, pulled me to lean in front of me, and when I spoke again, my voice was much more normal, "I thought you were sick, but it turned out that you were sleepy, and if I knew this, I wouldn't let Gao Wuyong come back to report the news." ”

I nodded in approval and whispered, "Let him follow you well, there must always be someone around to serve you, I'm not in a hurry." ”

Yin Zhen was noncommittal, moved to the bed and pulled me to lie down, holding a handful of letters in his hand and handing it to me.

When the candle crackled softly, and the last red tears were exhausted, I took the letter and carefully placed it under the book next to my pillow, and turned back to hug him, sighing in my heart that I would not be able to hide anything under my pillow next time.

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In the summer of Kangxi's 42nd year, the sun was fierce from the beginning of April, and the night was still stuffy. Until May Kangxi left Beijing again and went to Saiwai, the dark clouds gradually gathered, but there was not a drop of rain for several days, and the sky in the capital has changed from last year's gray blue to full gray black.

Yinzhen, who inevitably drives with him on every trip outside the Saiwai, was left in Beijing for the first time, and he was unimaginably busy instead of being idle.

I saw a young man he had brought back with him in the house, with thick eyebrows and slightly raised eyes, tall and thin, but he seemed to have a heart and eyes all over his body.

When Honghui came to her side and wanted to take a closer look, she suddenly turned into a frightened little white rabbit like Xizi's heart. The young man laughed, Yinzhen shook his head and bent the corners of his lips slightly, and asked Honghui to take the little girl to the yard to play, before opening his mouth to introduce me.

Nian Qianyao!

The 24-year-old fourth son of the emperor can already get a leader as his servant according to the rules, and the young man in front of him who walked into the gate of Sibeile Mansion for the first time with his sister is the one Yinzhen deserves.

And the little girl who followed Honghui out of the front hall and turned back three times in one step is the future Nian Guifei - Nian Embroidery.

I nodded in response, politely greeted my husband's future brother-in-law, who was not part of my family, and exited the vestibule to leave the space for them.

Standing under the eaves of the small courtyard, I watched Honghui and his future aunt tease two grown rabbits, both of whom were the same age.

Embroidery, year embroidery.

It's an interesting name. In ancient times, embroidery on silk silk was called "Wen embroidery", and in modern times, tattooing on human skin was called "tattoo embroidery". This beautiful little girl has not yet grown up, she is already as beautiful as a house, she will know that in the days to come, this mansion will be her home, and the strange man just now will be all she will rely on in the future.

And she will carve deep embroidery on someone's body and heart.

The Nian siblings stayed in the house for a few days, and then they said goodbye and left, and I didn't ask them where they went, because I knew that one day they would all come back, it was just a matter of time.

Within a few days, Suo Etu, who had been detained, died, and in a few days, Prince Yu Fuquan fell ill, and the sky that had been suffocated for nearly half a month finally thundered, and it rained downpouring, constantly washing the gray imperial city.

Yinzhen, like Yinzhen in the next house, is often not in the house, and sometimes the two will meet by chance in front of the house, so they go together. Yinxi's perennial warm smile became like his fourth brother, a little reluctant and a little cold. Xuanqing came to me less and less, and when he followed behind Yinxi, he no longer smiled at me as happily as before, quiet and docile.

The night after the rain was even quieter, and in the last small courtyard, I could hear the sound of two doors opening and closing one after another.

Honghui and I stayed in his room, reading, writing, eating, and sleeping. The two rabbits that Yinzhen and Yinxiang gave him have matured, and a man and a woman have become parents, and the little rabbits have soft fluff under the careful care of Honghui, or white or gray or two colors, healthy and lively jumping all over the ground, picking up the traces of their evil everywhere.

We counted the rain curtains to observe the growth and changes of his younger siblings, and I held Honghui's little hand to record it together and made a booklet called "Saving the Heart of Evening Love". Honghui always opens it carefully, puts it away carefully, and never fakes the hands of others.

I taught him Li Shangyin's "Evening Sunshine", and he took the trouble to teach it to the two brothers and sisters over and over again, and he could often hear the three children chanting in unison, "Heaven has mercy on the grass, and the world is heavy on the evening". Those voices of different heights and lows are childish and precocious, full of affection, as if they really understand the meaning.

When Kangxi hurried back to the Forbidden City, the rain gradually subsided and the sun was slightly dewed, but he still couldn't keep the rare family affection of the Son of Heaven, so he had to endure the pain and ordered several sons above Yinxi to wear filial piety as brothers to show their gratitude.

Before the mourning passed, on the tenth day of the seventh month, Yinxiang ushered in the first child in his two lives, and gave birth to a daughter smoothly. Yinzhen and I sent congratulatory gifts, and her satisfied smile lingered in my mind, and the tears of filial piety that day flashed intertwined.

When he returned to the mansion, he heard Su Changqing's reply, and Lan Si was already three months pregnant.

Yin Zhen nodded and said that he knew, and asked Xiao Su to help him recuperate, I nodded like him, and asked Mei Yu and Yan Yu to prepare supplements and hand them to Xiao Cicada respectively, and told Sù to open a single stove in the kitchen.

It's been three months, this little woman, why don't you say it yourself.

After making arrangements, I turned around, and saw Yinzhen's face flashing with a look like Yinxiang outside the carriage that day, I tilted my head and smiled, without the expression of filial piety at that time, and even my mood was very light. He always has to have children, I already know, I know it very well. Since I don't want to give birth, I can't stop others, let alone stop him.

Walked with him to the door of Lan Si's room, turned around and walked back to his small courtyard alone, and walked into Honghui's room. Watching him practice calligraphy is a great pleasure.

There was no good news from the Song family, and in the dark night, I could hear a faint sound from the front yard, which was very subtle and difficult to distinguish, but in my ears, it seemed to be crying.

A few families are happy and a few are sad, in this royal family should be changed to people, and every house is a home. There are too many people, especially women, so happiness and sorrow are played out in everyone alternately with fate, even the same person, at the same time.

Just like after the autumn, Yinzhen's eldest son was born, Pei Han was like a filial piety, obviously in pain and wanted to cry, but he hid all the pain, and stood in the house with a gentle smile to welcome the congratulations of his brothers. is also like the lovely and straightforward Mongolian county lord of the old ten families, but it is a pity that her smile is just in the cold winter, the north wind blows across her red cheeks, and blows on the eve of the Spring Festival that is about to enter the 43rd year of Kangxi.

Kangxi ignored the small grievances in the hearts of these women, as long as the emperor and grandson were born, he happily gave the name and rewarded generously.

With the joy of hugging his grandson one after another, he seemed to forget the sorrow of summer, as early as October, when he first saw the warm winter sun, he regrouped and left Beijing for the third time and took his son to the west.

Yinxiang went together, and before leaving, he once again said goodbye to the disappointed filial piety.

Everyone knows that Kangxi's tour of Beijing this time is about to celebrate the New Year.

We waited for a whole year for our marriage, and when a new round of firecrackers rang out in the night sky, it was announced to no avail.

Kangxi, the emperor, he once smiled domineeringly on that ship, saying that whoever comes to delay Yinxiang's wedding again will want that person's head. It's just that in the eventful 42nd year of Kangxi, he forgot about it as if he wanted to forget it.

The hearts of men and women are really different.