The former grandmother Sarilang, because she happened to have something wrong when she was in Prince Zheng's mansion, she could no longer serve, and it was normal for her to change her grandmother, after a period of selection, it was time to send a messenger, but the owner of this assignment was Hai Lanzhu.

It turns out that the future mother-in-law has begun to set rules for her daughter-in-law. Meng Guqing smiled, turned around and said, "I know, okay, I promise you." ”

Hai Lanzhu is very smart, but it's a pity that she forgot her son's ear to report God. That night, Meng Guqing secretly shed tears in the room, and it was not until Zhezhe found out that she was looking for her that she threw herself into her arms aggrievedly.

"I'm not going to Nishisansho. Send it to my grandmother, does it mean that I am going to the West Third Institute? "The West Three is the place where the royal ladies were raised, and they must stay there. Meng Guqing writhed in Zhezhe's arms, showing affection: "Queen, I can't bear you, I won't leave." ”

"I can't bear you either." Zhezhe had a sense of crisis: "These two grandmothers, what do you think?" ”

"I haven't seen it, the eighth brother said, and Anglima is very kind. As for the other ......," Meng Guqing did not continue.

"That's it, I'll pick one for you too." One on one side, it is not a refutation of the emperor's face. Zhezhe thought about Hai Lanzhu's intentions, and was glad that Meng Guqing had come to remind him that it would be difficult to change when the real school was bad.

So, when it was time to send someone, Zhezhe gave Aru Khan to Namu Zhong under the pretext of the matter, and then sent Du Lina, who was personally selected, to be Meng Guqing's grandmother. Hai Lanzhu was not very happy, but she didn't have much to say in such a fair way.

After getting the matter at hand, Meng Guqing thought, the most important thing is to solve smallpox. This terrible thing is nothing at all in modern times, but here, it has become a terrible ghost.

Fu Lin died of smallpox, otherwise Xuan Ye would not have ascended the throne at the age of eight.

To keep Sorentu, you must first avoid it, for his own sake.

Listening to Liang Sishan, the eunuch beside him, there are often cases of human pox outside, but the survival rate is not good, and it is completely resigned to fate. It's not easy to convince them of cowpox and dare to try it on a large scale.

That night, Meng Guqing was tossing and turning in bed again, and suddenly heard a burst of crying.

Who is it. Meng Guqing sat up, and Du Lina, one of the people in the night, hurriedly said: "Don't be afraid, Gege, the slave will go and see." ”

After a while, she came back, lifted the tent, and shook the candlestick in her hand a little: "Gege, it's the queen who is in a nightmare." ”

"I'll take a look." At such a late hour, the queen woke up crying from a dream, what was on her mind.

Meng Guqing guessed correctly, Zhezhe, who was wearing a bed robe, was shocked, drank a few sips of warm tea, and saw her in a blink of an eye.

"Queen." Meng Guqing's identity is different, and he is relatively free to enter and exit in Qingning Palace, so he just came in after Du Lina reported, and blessed her body closely, and said with concern: "What's wrong with you." ”

"Nothing, silly boy." Qingning Palace is just like its name, quiet and quiet, but Huang Taiji always does not come, it becomes cold. As a queen, you can't be jealous, and Zhezhe can't tell it, it's really bitter.

Unconsciously, Zhezhe dreamed that when she got married on the grassland, she was young and beautiful at that time, and she was the envy of thousands of people. It's a pity that it's all in the past.

From Huang Taiji's side Fujin to the point where it is today, the pain that endured has long been turned into weeds under his feet, but today, they have been erected and become thorns.

"Child, you have to remember. You have to learn to protect yourself. You must live well, and when you grow up, maybe, maybe I won't be there......" Tonight's Zhezhe chose to sleep with her, and all the subordinates withdrew, so she dared to speak her heart.

"Don't say that, how can you say that." Even if she is a queen, what can she do. In the face of a ruthless man, forbearance can only be exchanged for more sadness. Meng Guqing felt helpless, and looked up in her arms: "Empress." ”

"You're too young, you don't understand, men are unreliable." Holding Meng Guqing, Zhezhe was a little ashamed: "Meng Guqing, you are too young, I shouldn't tell you this." I think when I was in Horqin, those days were really happy. Alas. Zhezhe rolled his body in the quilt, his voice was very low, and his shoulders moved again and again.

According to the generation, the queen is the aunt of Hai Lanzhu and Bumu Butai, and Meng Guqing is separated by a generation, and now she is also in her forties, and the emperor Taiji comes very rarely, that's the case, Meng Guqing can still smell the smell of Suozi soup in Qingning Palace sometimes.

It is sad for a woman to put her whole life on a man. There is only one Hai Lanzhu, and now she is not old. Huang Taiji is like a piece of Tang monk meat, except for her, others can hardly even drink the broth.

"Queen, you still have me." Sympathizing with each other and sympathizing with each other, Meng Guqing unconsciously remembered Wuyunzhu, so he hugged Zhezhe tightly: "We, rely on ourselves." ”

"What did you say?" How can a woman survive without a man. Zhezhe stared at her in surprise, thinking that he had misheard, but her eyes were as bright as jewels, burning with flames.

Her eyes are saying, to live, to live well.

On her own, even if the woman of Horqin is alive in the Forbidden City, she will crash into the sky!

This kid has something I don't have. Zhezhe nodded secretly in admiration, and said to himself: "I understand what you mean, but, but men like women like Hai Lanzhu." ”

I wouldn't be a woman like that. Meng Guqing thought silently, lowered his head, rolled up the quilt, and went to pull Zhezhe's sleeve: "Empress, tell me about Horqin, I want to hear it." ”

She remembered that in her previous life, Wu Keshan mentioned to her a beautiful girl who had died of smallpox, and it happened that when she died, it was a year before Zhezhe got married.

There's a way, it's a good opportunity.

"It's fine." Zhezhe talked about the scenery of the year for a while, and his mood became cheerful and unguarded.

"Queen, you are so beautiful, you must be the most beautiful on the grassland." Meng Guqing induced her, step by step.

"Not really." Zhezhe has always been modest, and casually mentioned it: "There was a girl on our grassland back then, she was even more beautiful than me, and the emperor also ordered her, planning to marry her in a year, but unfortunately, she died later." ”

"How dead." Meng Guqing listened to her words and wanted to ask herself.

"She, she got smallpox." Zhezhe's voice was a little sentimental, but also a little pitiful.

"Smallpox, what's that?" Meng Guqing sighed: "It's so pitiful, how could she get it." ”

"Silly boy, smallpox is also common in the grasslands." Zhezhe frowned when he thought about it, and his shoulders trembled slightly: "How did I talk about this, it's terrible, let's not mention it." ”

"Queen." Just one step away, Meng Guqing thought, "What's wrong with you, Queen." ”

"I forgot about that." Zhezhe hugged her as if he was awake: "Don't worry, I will definitely protect you and protect Sorentu, and I won't let you be hurt." ”

Then it's up to cowpox. Meng Guqing looked at his face cautiously and said tentatively: "Is smallpox full of pockmarks?" ”

"How do you know?" Zhezhe was surprised: "Who told you this?" ”