The third volume sailed in the Ming Dynasty

The cold north wind outside the hall blew through, and gradually the coolness hit, and the sound of swishing was clear in the ears.

Today's sky is extremely dark, and Da Yu'er has no intention of enjoying the flowers outside. She lay on her side on the big red velvet carpet on the wooden pit, with an indescribable laziness.

A palace maid gently kneaded her slender legs through a thin brocade quilt. Da Yu'er's concave and convex figure floated gently with the beating and kneading of the palace maid, doubling and bewitching.

Another palace maid served the high-quality chrysanthemum tea, the chrysanthemum fragrance wafted in the air, and the sweet astringent fragrance permeated the whole room, which was really intoxicating.

The palace maid gently rested the teacup in her hand on the golden camphor tea table, and then knelt on the ground with her body bent over, and said softly: "Qiyu Zhuang Concubine Niangniang, Yanqing Palace Concubine Niangniang palace maid asks to see." ”

Da Yu'er's closed eyes opened slightly, and she casually glanced at the chrysanthemum tea on the coffee table.

The palace maid standing on the side picked up the Jun porcelain teacup with interest, used the lid to open a layer of tea leaves on the tea surface, and sent it to Da Yu'er and said please use it slowly.

Da Yuer saw that the tea juice was yellow and thick, and the fragrance was pleasant. Only then did I take a sip gently, and instantly a trace of fragrance was in my throat, and the aftertaste was refreshing, moist and sweet, and the mood was very comfortable.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Cai looked a little arrogant, and whispered, "See you!" ”

Seriously speaking, Yanqing Palace's ranking is above her, and her status is more exclusive than her.

Huang Taiji was called the emperor in Shengjing, and he was canonized as the concubine of the five palaces of Chongde, also known as the five great blessings.

The queen of the Middle Palace-Qingning Palace, known as the monarch Fujin, the aunt of Da Yuer, is in the first place.

Donggong - Guan Ju Palace Concubine Chen, known as Dongda Fujin, Da Yuer's sister, ranked second.

The concubine of the West Palace-Lintoe Palace, known as the West Great Fujin, ranks third.

The second East Palace-Yanqing Palace Shufei, known as the east side of the Fujin, ranked fourth.

The second West Palace-Yongfu Palace Concubine Zhuang, called the west side of the Fujin, ranked fifth.

Before Huang Taiji's death, she was favored by Huang Taiji in the harem, and it was her sister Concubine Hai Lanzhu who controlled everything.

And this is also the reason why she can handle it.

As soon as the palace maid entered the hall, she immediately knelt on the ground: "Concubine Zhuang is auspicious, and Concubine Shu invites Niangniang to go out to enjoy the snow." ”

Da Yu'er opened the brocade quilt, and rose angrily, her pretty face turned red, and she turned over the tea cup on the table with wide sleeves, and said angrily: "To be honest, who called you here?" Otherwise......"

The palace maid's forehead overflowed with beads of sweat the size of beans, tears flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly kowtowed: "Niangniang is angry!"

It's Gonggong Li, he said that Niangniang naturally understood what he meant when he heard it, and what the slave said was the truth! Please forgive me. ”

Da Yu'er's eyes were like frost, her expression became more and more cold, and her stiff hands turned white from too much force. All the palace maids in the main hall shuddered and were extremely afraid.

"Did you say where to go?"

Da Yu'er's face changed again and again, and she didn't know what to think, so she said quietly.

"Nagano Ridge!" The palace maid lowered her head and prostrated at the feet of Da Yu'er.

Da Yu'er pondered for a moment, her eyes were as deep as a hole, secluded and profound: "You go back and wait, the palace will send someone to give you news." ”

The palace maid kowtowed and resigned tremblingly.

Da Yu'er frowned, walking back and forth, hesitating.

"Wow......" At this time, a baby's cry came from behind the warm curtain. A palace maid held a child who had just turned one year old, lifted the curtain and hugged it to Da Yuer.

This is the son she gave birth to in Shengjing Yongfu Palace last year, and it is also the ninth son of Huang Taiji.

Seeing the child, a trace of tenderness flashed in Da Yuer's eyes, and she finally made up her mind.

Before the time came, the cold wind raged, everything was bleak, the bones were cold, and the snowflakes were fluttering.

Nagano Ridge, located in the southeast corner of Shengdong Mountain, is a place where many merchants gather.

The Zhao family is a famous merchant of Liaodong Emperor, and he has businessmen in cloth, expensive ornaments, and porcelain, and many characters in Shengjing are implicated, and he can be regarded as a good businessman in Shengjing in Liaodong Han.

Zhao Donglin is the only son of the Zhao family, Zhao was frail and sick in his early years, and only had a son in his old age, and died of illness soon after.

Everything in the Zhao Mansion was taken care of by the old lady, and Zhao Ling'an went out to do business, so that he was only twenty or three years old, and he was always bold and generous, and he really made a lot of friends with Jiannu.

A warm sedan chair came quietly, and the son of the Zhao family was already waiting in front of the mansion, and the plum blossoms in the mansion came out through the wall, and the petals fluttered and fell on the temples of Da Yuer.

The sound of horses' hooves in the distance made Da Yu'er's face flush, and she hurriedly stepped into the gate of Zhao Mansion in a few steps.

The ground of Zhaofu is positively large, divided into four courtyards, east, west, north and south, and the courtyards are equipped with lobbies.

The east courtyard is the residence of the son of the Zhao family, and idle people are not allowed to enter, so there are very few people who haunt them, even if the maid comes to take care of affairs, they must be notified in advance.

The most striking thing is the dragonspine beast on the top of the courtyard, with a long mouth, it seems to be about to devour the entire compound. Each pillar in the courtyard is carved with a dragon rolling in waves and soaring, which looks very magnificent.

The walls of the tall courtyard are painted with the same relief paintings, and each courtyard is also equipped with a pavilion, in which there is a stone table and a seat, and the tables and benches are also carved with patterns such as flowers, plants, birds and beasts.

The courtyard corridor is connected with other courtyards, and the railings are made of fragrant wood. It's magnificent.

Da Yu'er was obviously a frequent visitor here, and her footsteps did not stop, and she walked to Zhao Gongzi's living room in the east courtyard.

At the end, Dolgon, who was dressed as a rich boy, nodded at the door of the room and pushed the door in.

"Baylor, I miss Yu'er."

Da Yu'er, who was sitting in front of the bed, heard the footsteps, hurriedly stood up, and threw herself on Dorgon. Unexpectedly, his feet slipped, and he fell backwards on his back.

Dolgon's eyes were quick, and he took Da Yu'er into his arms the moment she was about to fall.

Suddenly, Dolgon only felt the fragrance, felt the softness in his arms, and then looked at the beauty in his arms affectionately, it was really beautiful!

Da Yu'er looked at Dolgon with affection, stretched out her little hand, stroked his face, and said in a coquettish voice: "You have to cherish Yu'er!" ”

In this situation, where could Dolgon endure it, he picked up Da Yu'er and walked towards the bed...... Omit a thousand words.

Needless to say, when the passion between the two passed, Dolgon sniffed Da Yu'er's body fragrance and asked in a low voice; "Is Fulin alright?"

"Why are you asking this again, do you want to humiliate Yu'er? Don't you know that there is a record of the bedchamber?

If so, never see each other again. ”

Da Yu'er sat up with tears in her eyes, naked, and said to Dolgon in a hurry.

"Yu'er, don't be angry, it's me who is not good, it's me who is not good. Forget it, anyway, it's always the flesh and blood of the Qing Dynasty.

I'm just our child, and I'm not a dead end. ”

The matter is probably unconfirmed, and a trace of loneliness flashed in Dolgon's eyes, coaxing the crying Da Yu'er.