On the twenty-eighth day of the first month of the third year of Chongde, outside the Chongzheng Hall in Shengjing, Zhao Lan touched his face, his flag head, looked down at the Yuehua skirt on his body and the flower pot shoes on his feet, and determined that he had traveled to the Qing Dynasty, but he didn't know which era it was. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, a little palace maid ran over and called her: "Su Mo'er, the mother called you." ”

Sky! The old palace maid in history, who never married all her life, and finally lived to be in her nineties and died in the palace? Don't be like this, it's good to have a palace maid in front of the palace, at least people remember themselves every day when they see it, and if they serve well, they may be allowed to leave the palace, but they are the most unpopular filial piety.

"I, I can't seem to remember anything, please remind me, what's your name? What year is it? Zhao Lan has to tell lies more and more smoothly, his face does not change, and his heart does not beat.

"Ouch, my sister, don't make trouble, go back quickly." The little girl thought she was joking and didn't pay attention to it.

"I mean really, hurry up, or none of us will want to go back." Zhao Lan had to deliberately scare her.

I didn't expect it to work, but I saw the little girl reply with a serious look: "The slave's name is Yao Huang, and there is another one named Wei Zi who is on an errand in Yongfu Palace, and it is now the twenty-eighth day of the first month of the third year of Chongde." ”

Zhao Lande, who should be called Su Mo'er now, carefully recalled what major events had happened in the three years of Chongde, to be honest, her memory was not particularly clear after such a toss, she only remembered the death of the eighth son of the emperor who was less than one year old this year, and then the ninth son of the emperor Shunzhi Emperor was born, but I don't remember which day.

"Do you know what the master has to tell me?"

"The slave doesn't know, maybe it's about to give birth and he's unwell."

It's going to give birth, that is, before and after the death of the eighth son of the emperor, there is no movement now, and it is estimated that it is still being rescued, but it is a pity that as the only person who knows the historical results, the inability to return to heaven has become more pathetic, and she took this opportunity to inquire about the situation of Guan Ju Palace, so as to deal with the needs of emergencies.

Yongfu Palace, the snow outside the house, the west wind is bleak, it is a starry night again, the sky is still so blue, the bright moon and colorful clouds are still the same, the vermilion high wall, the golden glazed tiles are inlaid with green trimming, everything is not much different from when it comes.

"Su Mo'er." It's the voice of the master.

"The slave is here, what does the master command?" Su Mo'er hurriedly walked from the outer hall into the inner hall.

I saw Concubine Zhuang leaning tiredly on the soft collapse, it seemed to be very sleepy, it turned out that this was the famous filial piety village in history, I have seen so many Qing palace dramas, and the image she was portrayed is simply varied, there are romance, conspiracy, and inspirational, but no matter how you look at it, this person in front of her is just an ordinary pregnant woman, and there is no shelf holding the master at all.

Su Mo'er had to ask, "The master is not feeling well?" How about I go and ask the doctor to come and see? ”

"That's it, I'm afraid that the imperial doctor will be transferred to Dongda Fujin at this time, which one can take care of our small west side palace, the people in the deep palace are soft-spoken, don't make a big move, and give people a tongue, saying that we are attracting people's attention for no reason, and I estimate that I should be tired and tired from the time I am about to give birth, maybe I haven't rested well."

"The master should take care of his body, and don't care about other people's gossip." She is very clear about the relationship between Su Mo'er and Xiaozhuang, this pair of master and servant who have been with each other for more than 60 years in the future, but it has long gone beyond the relationship between master and servant.

"Well, what's going on with Concubine Chen?"

"Today, I heard Wei Zi say that the emperor will go straight to the Guanju Palace in the morning today, and all the imperial doctors are also waiting in the Chongzheng Palace, helpless in the face of the illness of the eighth prince, and some have even come to a conclusion and said...... said that there was no way back to heaven. ”

Su Mo'er didn't dare to say any more, as a modern person who has seen too much of the deception in the Qing palace drama, she already knows the taboo of survival in the palace, and she can't say it casually if she doesn't determine the facts, once the disaster comes out of her mouth, there is no room for recovery, and she is afraid that the ups and downs will disturb Concubine Zhuang's fetal gas.

The huge Yongfu Palace, in the cold and windy early spring, looks more clever and lonely, in the present world, Su Mo'er has seen too many pregnant pregnant women alone in the empty room, but her husband is in the twilight, the little three have a chance to take advantage of the case, looking at the "girl" in front of her who is only a few years older than herself in the cold and suffering from the cold but so resigned, she felt compassion in her heart, feeling that this young lady is both sad and pitiful.

Concubine Zhuang snorted lightly and fell asleep quickly, it seemed that she was extremely sleepy, Su Mo'er gently covered her futon, tidied up the quilt and retreated to the outer palace, and then instructed Yao Huang Weizi to take advantage of this moment to boil the tea, in case the master woke up and quenched his thirst.

Su Mo'er in history was born in a poor herdsman family in Horqin, and at the age of seven she was fortunate to be favored by Zhai Sangbeile, and was selected as the personal maid of Bumubu Tegege in Beile Mansion, and three years later Gege married into the palace of the eighth son of the Jurchen tribe Nurhachi Khan, so Prince Wu Keshan escorted Zhao Lande and his party to Shengjing, Gege was only thirteen years old when he got married, but he was already as beautiful as jade.

So far, the three aunts and nephews in the Horqin Borzigit family have all married into the Manchu aristocratic Aixin Jueluo family, but in the deep palace, I have always seen the newcomer laughing, and the old man crying, and now Concubine Zhuang's status is the least prominent in the harem, and the favored one is her sister Hai Lanzhu, that is, the owner of the Guan Ju Palace.

Just when everyone was performing their duties in an orderly manner, the Chongzheng Palace sent the eunuch Xishun to inform him that the eighth prince was incurable due to illness.

Although this result has long been expected, but when suddenly informed, everyone can't help but sigh in their hearts, the Son of Heaven opened up the territory to create a great river and mountain, a generation of favorite concubines set three thousand favors in one, but the heavens do not fulfill people's wishes, the good times do not last long, in the eyes of Huang Taiji is regarded as the prince of the eighth son of the emperor is a child's life, and he died early before he was named, and regardless of the right and wrong in the harem, a few families are happy and a few are sad.

This misfortune is undoubtedly beneficial to Concubine Zhuang, but she is well versed in the truth of Taoguang's obscurity, although Concubine Chen is her own sister, but she is the same father, and she has not had much affection since she was a child, but young creatures should not bear the brand of hatred for each other, she regrets that such a small life has not been favored by the emperor's family and said goodbye to the world prematurely.

Maybe it's because she has a little life in her womb, so she is so pitiful, she also adds a trace of sorrow in addition to the sorrow, what will be the fate of the child in her womb, she has no way of knowing, Su Mo'er categorically didn't dare to tell her everything, begging for a life under the Manchu royal family, where feudal superstition is particularly serious, the consequence of this is that she will be burned alive as an alien, and she will be connected to the nine clans.

Since the death of the eighth prince of the emperor, he has not been on the morning court for more than ten consecutive days, and the concubines of the palace also seem to be afraid of hitting the muzzle of the gun, and deliberately avoid the Guan Ju Palace to bypass, for fear that a move will accidentally anger Long Yan, Su Mo'er remembered her identity and position, and did not dare to go rashly.

"Su Mo'er, why do you say that human life is so fragile?" Concubine Zhuang couldn't sleep for a long time, and suddenly asked.

"Master, you don't have to think so, people die and have to go to the Western Elysium, and the eighth prince is just fortunate to have God's love and mercy, and he has not been subjected to the suffering of birth, old age, sickness and death in the world." Su Mo'er seemed to be relieved for her, and also seemed to be relieved for herself, because she didn't know what else to say.

"Su Mo'er, you say...... Will I also ......"

"Definitely not, Niangniang Ji people have their own natural appearance, and they will be blessed by their ancestors." Su Mo'er now just wants to help this poor master keep the dragon fetus, in this deep palace, she and her are the only support.