Although the auspicious clothes are not as cumbersome and bulky as the court clothes, they are by no means easy, and they can only sit upright when they wear the auspicious clothes, just like the portraits of the emperors and queens she will see in the future, what is there to see?

However, Yongzheng was so interested, and built such a good palace for her, she was not good at pouring cold water on the other party, so she reluctantly agreed, and followed the palace people into the inner hall.

It took an hour to pick up this concubine's auspicious dress, and when she came out, Yongzheng had already changed into a dragon robe.

The dragon robe is the so-called emperor's auspicious clothes, which are different from the court clothes.

When Yongzheng came, he wore regular clothes, and at this time he changed into a bright yellow dragon robe, and the whole person was immediately much taller and more majestic.

Ni Chuhe knew that only the empress was qualified to enter the portrait with the emperor, but at this time, Yongzheng asked her to enter the portrait together, and the significance was self-evident.

Although she didn't care, she couldn't accept Yongzheng's proposal calmly, so she was embarrassed, "Is this unruly?" ”

Yongzheng smiled slightly, "No one will say it, I will keep this portrait privately." ”

Nichuhe breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the two of them were wearing Xia Ji clothes, the difference is that Yongzheng has an auspicious clothes crown, and Ni Chuhe is wearing Feng Tian, which is very valuable and gorgeous.

Women's auspicious clothes only have auspicious clothes in winter auspicious clothes, and summer auspicious clothes often wear tianzi.

The court painter had already appeared in the hall, kowtowed to the emperor and the concubine, and sat down in front of the huge drawing board to paint.

Ni Chuhe sat next to Yongzheng on the arhat couch, his hands folded in front of his knees, his back straight, and he had to remain motionless.

Such a portrait requires extreme detail, and it is not a day's work.

It means that he can't finish painting today, and he will continue to do it another day, and he doesn't know when he will finish painting, and Nichuhe has a headache when he thinks about it, and he feels uncomfortable all over his body.

After painting for two hours, Ni Chuhe wanted to move several times, but Yongzheng held her hand and stopped her movements.

When he finally regained his freedom, Ni Chuhe's body weakened, and the whole person collapsed in Yongzheng's arms, using the emperor as a pillow, "I'm too tired." ”

After all, she is not young, and it is really a great torture to sit motionless for two hours like this, and she feels that her waist is about to break.

She regretted that she had agreed to have their portraits painted.

Yongzheng rubbed her waist and smiled comfortingly, "That's it for today, and we'll continue another day." ”

The palace people all lowered their heads, not daring to look at this scene.

Nichuha was too tired to speak.

Yongzheng liked her delicate and weak appearance, and carried Ni Chuhe into the inner hall, and the palace people changed her back into her original clothes.

Back to the night of the moon and the breeze, Yongzheng personally made her more tired.

The next day, Nichuhe slept until three poles above the sun.

Just sitting in front of the dressing table, Zhu Wen whispered, "Master, the news came early this morning that Nalafang Fujin in Prince Chun's mansion is seriously ill. ”

Ni Chuhe was stunned, "Can you invite the imperial doctor?" ”

Zhu Wen lowered her eyes, "Please, it's just that the doctor said...... Not so good. ”

Nichuhe was silent.

Since entering the palace, due to the difference in identity, she has seen less with the Nara clan, Liu Jia clan and others.

At this time, I suddenly heard that Nara was no longer good, and there was still some bad taste.

"Please go to the Wu court." Nichuhe commanded.

Wu Yuan's medical skills are excellent, and it may be able to have some effect.

If it doesn't work...... Then you have to resign yourself to fate.

In fact, she knew that Nara had not had a good time over the years.

Nala's eldest daughter, Fumeng, died of illness two years ago, when Nalashi fell ill and has been in poor health ever since.

Although the eldest son is the son of the world, the Nara clan has long fallen out of favor over the years.

Chang Fujin didn't want to see this side Fujin, who had been favored and gave birth to several sons.

If you look at it a little more, you may be able to live a few more years, but Nara is a sentimental and arrogant character, where can he bear it? Shengsheng consumed his body like this.

She can't control how others want to live, and she doesn't want to care, but in the end, she still has to do her part.

Zhuwen responded and retreated.

In the afternoon, Wu Yuan returned from outside the palace and reported the situation of Nala, saying that he was terminally ill and suffering from heart disease.

Heart disease is basically incurable in this era.

Ni Chuhe was silent for a moment, and then he was rewarded with silver, so he let him retreat, and ordered someone to send a century-old ginseng to Prince Chun's mansion.

Human life, old age, sickness and death are the norm, and she has always seen these things and will not be overly sad.

Perhaps Nara will be able to get rid of the pain in his heart and be at ease when he goes this time.

Fortunately, the two sons of the Nara clan have become relatives and have given birth to children, so they will not be unbearable.

One of them is still a son, and the brothers will not have a bad time in the future.

Three days later, at the hour of the unitary, the news of Nala's death reached the ears of Nichuhe.

After another half a month, an auspicious day was chosen, and Ni Chuhe moved into the Zhaohua Hall in Penglai Zhou, Shuhui and Kyaukjiao were with her, and the two girls lived in the apse.

The two girls liked this place very much, and when they first arrived in Penglaizhou, they screamed and ran out to play.

Nichuhe asked them to follow, don't let them run too far.

Living in Penglaizhou is like being isolated from the world, except for asking the queen mother and queen to return every few days, Ni Chuhe rarely returns to the shore.

Hongyun, Hongyan and Hongfang would come to her every day to say goodbye.

Yong came here normally, and occasionally moved the folds over, and made a batch of folds here.

The portrait was finally completed two months later and was hung in the Zhaohua Hall.

The serious appearance of the person in the painting has indeed lost some flavor and looks dull and boring.

Ni Chuhe changed into a flag costume, regular clothes, Hanfu, etc., and asked the painter to paint her portraits separately, of course, the posture was more casual.

Or leaning over to rest, or holding a cat in your arms, or leisurely shaking a fan.

In the end, Yongzheng received two portraits, and the rest of Nichuhe kept them to enjoy slowly.

Nichuhe thought with regret that if there was a painter who could paint or sketch, it would be more vivid than this.

The days of peace were finally broken in August.

Today, Hongyan and Hongfang went to school, and Hongfang accidentally said that he missed his mouth, saying that Shen Guiren was happy.

Hongyan immediately gave him a burst and scolded hatefully, "Won't you shut your stinky mouth?" ”

Hongfang covered his head aggrievedly.

Ni Chuhe was stunned, Shen Guiren is happy? Didn't Yongzheng give a child-avoiding medicine?

Could it be that the child avoidance medicine has failed?

Seeing Hongfang's expression of being aggrieved when he realized that he had said the wrong thing, Ni Chuhe took Hongfang into his arms and rubbed his forehead, "Does it hurt?" ”

Looking at Eniang's gentle and warm face as usual, Hongfang's nervous heart suddenly relaxed, grinned, and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt." ”

Hongyan looked at her cautiously, his eyes full of worry, "E-niang, don't be unhappy." ”

Nichuhe smiled, "What's upset about Eniang?" But the two of you are going to have a brother again, aren't you happy? ”

Hongyan pursed his lips, very disgusted, "I don't want other brothers." ”

Hongfang's eyes widened and he shouted, "Hongfang doesn't like his brother, he doesn't want his brother, Hongfang likes his brother." ”

Hongyan sneered and rubbed Hongfang's head, "Your mouth is so sweet, the sixth brother didn't hurt you in vain." ”

Hongfang laughed silly.