Chapter 57: But it's up to the queen to decide

Fasting was just a pretense, Yingyun originally planned to go through the motions, and then go back to Yikun Palace to sleep. But who expected that the emperor would also follow, so he could only kneel in the Buddhist hall for a whole night, and both legs were almost crippled.

After the first month, the day of the draft is set for the second day of the second month of February, and the show girls of this year will be selected in Yanhui Pavilion.

Because Empress Xiaoxian died and held a funeral, the draft in the thirteenth year of Qianlong was canceled, so the draft has been six years apart.

The Qing Dynasty stipulated that all women of appropriate age in the Manchurian, Mongolian, and Han Eight Banners were not allowed to marry at will without drafting. Therefore, the age of this year's show girls is uneven, the older one is eighteen years old, and the younger one is only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Early in the morning, Yingyun personally went to the Palace of Nourishing Heart to greet the emperor, and saw that he seemed to be in a good mood, so he joked: "Today is a good day for the emperor, no wonder the emperor is full of spring, and when you choose your favorite girl, our harem should be lively again." ”

The emperor sneered coldly and said, "What do you have to say sarcastically, sarcastically, just say it." ”

Ying Yun sneered and said: "No, no, how dare the concubines." The concubines are just envious of the emperor, and after today, they can spend candles in the cave room and be the groom's official every day. ”

The emperor glanced at her, sat down on the kang, and said, "In the eyes of the queen, I am this kind of unscrupulous monarch who thinks of Qin Muchu and covets beauty?" ”

Ying Yun didn't speak, but the contemptuous eyes seemed to say, who are you?

The emperor sighed helplessly and said, "I can't go, if I go, the queen may have something to say to arrange me." ”

"The emperor is not going?" Yingyun looked at him in astonishment and said, "Then who is going to draft a girl?" ”

The emperor pointed at her and said, "You go for me." ”

"Me?" Ying Yun smiled embarrassedly and said, "Yes, you can, but the emperor is not afraid, the concubine will pick a Zhong Wuyan for you to come back?" ”

The emperor casually looked at the recital and said, "But I have no objection to the queen's preference." ”

Hehe, that's what I want!

Ying Yun still had a reluctant look on her face, and said, "Okay then." ”

There is a precedent for the queen to be drafted. When Yongzheng Ye was alive, he was obsessed with government politics, and he once handed over the draft matter to the queen.

Out of the Heart Cultivation Palace, Yingyun instructed Anai: "You go to the Internal Affairs Office and sort out a copy of the name of the show girl, but all those who are related to the concubines in the palace will be eliminated." ”

"Niangniang, what are you ......?" asked Anai, puzzled.

Yingyun said: "For this draft, many people in the harem have thought a lot about it, and they want to rely on nepotism to go through the back door. If these people are allowed to enter the palace, the harem may be stirred up into a miasma. So, since we want to choose, of course, we have to choose the one that we look pleasing to the eye, right? ”

Anai suddenly said, "The slave understands." ”

Anai's work efficiency is fast, and when Yingyun arrived at Yanhui Pavilion, the list she asked for had already been handed over.

There are more than 5,000 people of appropriate age in this draft, and those who are not in good shape will be eliminated in the primary selection, and less than 1,000 people can enter Yanhui Pavilion. Yingyun listened to the eunuchs of the Internal Affairs Office sign up, and then ten people in a row, like watching the flowers and flowers look over one by one.

"Manchuria inlaid with yellow flag button Hulu Qiongying, fourteen years old, ......"

"Manchuria is white flag Guerjia Lanxin, fifteen years ......"

"Manchuria is the Blue Flag Zhang Jiayi Huan, 16 years ......"

……

When Yingyun heard Zhang Jiayihuan's name, she raised her eyes and looked at her, it was the girl she met near Shenwu Gate that day. The appearance is very good.,It's a pity that it's the pure concubine.。。

Yingyun said: "This group, pick up the brand, give flowers." ”