The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 167
Finally when it came time to go out, Mrs. Chun followed suit.

At night, when the sky was still dark, the fourth elder brother had already gone to the Zhijun Prince's Mansion early.

After meeting King Zhijun, they passed by the main road in front of Sibeile Mansion—the guards and guards followed and supported the carriage.

There were dozens of entourages following the car, and more than half of the servants in the front yard had gone, so the mansion seemed a little empty all of a sudden.

This time it was slightly different - the princes' team set off first, and waited until the gate of the city to welcome Long live.

Fujin's stomach could already see some ups and downs. Before leaving, she gave Chun a few words of advice, but she didn't expect too much.

Chun Shi is even less confident than Fujin.

She is just a concubine, and Gu's is Gege—as for the difference in status... there is indeed.

Not worlds apart.

But this trip, the basic necessities of life, food, shelter, and various preparations, compared with Gu's, it was too tragic.

……

Fujin Ulanara stood at the door, watched the group of people go away deeply, and then put down the hands on his back.

Recalling Chun's listless appearance with his head shrunk just now, and thinking of what the fourth elder brother said before, Fujin couldn't help but sigh.

What "Mr. Li wants to stay and take care of Hongjin"... are all excuses.

He didn't want to bring Gu Shi by his side, but to separate Gu Shi from Li Shi and others.

In other words, he didn't think that if Gu Shi was left alone in the mansion, Gu Shi could protect himself.

Even if it's just a few days.

He didn't trust Fujin either.

Fujin was a little discouraged and was in a trance when he suddenly felt the baby roll in his stomach.

It's been five months—according to the imperial physician and nuns, the fetus can be felt at this time.

She stretched out her hands to hold her stomach, and a sour warmth spread from the bottom of her heart.

……

Chunshi held back all his energy along the way.

From the moment she got in the car, she secretly looked at Gu Yaoyao.

After all, Mrs. Gu is favored by the fourth master, and she can be used for anything.

Coupled with the continuous flow of rewards from the master and son-with this kind of confidence to support her, she remained indifferent.

On the other hand, Mrs. Chun—from the time she got in the car, she was worried that her new clothes would be wrinkled here, and the hairpins would fall off there...

I'm really worried.

Not all the servants who followed were from the Chun family, but there were also a few old women in the front yard.

At this time, seeing Chun worrying about these extraneous things along the way, as if he had never seen the world—the old women couldn't help winking and smiling at each other.

The imperial chariot came in person - the guard of honor was extraordinarily grand, the princes were all escorting in front, and the accompanying guards and bodyguards accompanied the carriage.

Gu Yaoyao, who was sitting in the carriage, was looking out from the gap in the curtains of the floating carriage—this was the second time she had left the capital since the last trip to Jiangsu.

Although I only went to the suburbs of Beijing.

But for the royal family members and female relatives of this era, it is already considered rare.

Coming out of the imperial city, a part of the main road was completely martial law on both sides, but when halfway through, Gu Yaoyao saw crowds of people on both sides of the street.

The common people shouted long live, someone lifted the child on his shoulders, and while being stopped by the officers and soldiers excitedly, he stretched his neck and looked in the direction of Yujia.

Some people knelt down and kowtowed devoutly.

It's even more lively than New Year's Eve.

Some people saw the carriage of the women’s family behind them—then they started talking about it: some said it was for the maids in the palace, and some laughed and said that the carriage was the concubine of Baylor’s mansion because they had never seen the world. That's all.

It is estimated that they are just concubines brought by the princes who accompanied the Long Live God.

Your Majesty... Could your Majesty's carriage be of this size?
Seeing that the crowd was getting more and more lively, Gu Yaoyao couldn't continue watching, so he lowered the curtain of the carriage, closed his eyes slightly, and leaned back against the wall of the carriage.

I woke up really early today, I got up to dress up almost at midnight, and waited at the gate of the mansion all morning.

This time is sleepy.

Her throat was a little dry and itchy——Gu Yaoyao coughed a few times, Erman immediately opened the food box that was carried in the car, first poured a bowl of green orange tea, and took some snacks prepared by the dining room.

Running around on the road, and this time traveling with Wansui again, fourth master can't decide where to stop and where to stop.

So the dining room specially prepared a lot of small shortbread—one bite and one crispy, which is also easy to store.

……

On Chun's side, it was terrible.

After walking for an hour, she...

Alas, it's all because I drank a whole bowl of millet porridge for breakfast!

The servant girl who served her didn't have any good ideas - don't say that she was traveling with the Long Live Lord, even if she was traveling with the Fourth Master, with such an unfavored and inconspicuous identity as the Chun family.

It is also impossible to tell the team to stop.

Although it is said that there are convenient utensils in the car - but after all, it has a peculiar smell.

Generally speaking, the female relatives would only settle it in the car when they were resting halfway, and then immediately let the servants deal with it, and then sprinkled incense ash on it.

For those who are more particular, dried petals or incense should be used to deodorize the car.

But a living person can't be suffocated to death by urine——Chun couldn't care about that much.

……

Finally, before dusk, I finally arrived at Huangzhuang by the Yongding River.

The officials in charge of Huangzhuang, the stewards, and the leaders who can speak up and down have already knelt on the side of the road to greet them.

There are also officials related to the Yongding River Works, who are also disheartened.

Can you not be ashamed?
It was very windy in the suburbs of Beijing, and these people knelt on the side of the road to greet the holy driver—all the wind and dust rolled in.

They have been eating dirt for most of the day.

After Yujia stopped, Kangxi didn't even enter the residence of Huangzhuang, nor did he take a short rest. He was about to lead a few retinue ministers and guards, as well as the king of Zhijun and the fourth elder brother to visit the Yongding River in person.

The Yongding River is still a short distance from here, and we need to change to a small boat to start.

And when we got halfway, the small boat couldn't move because it was silted up, so we had to replace it with a small boat that had been prepared a long time ago.

This matter looks normal—in fact, it is dangerous. Unless someone familiar with the river leads the way, the boat will easily get stuck in the silt.

But Kangxi still insisted on going there in person.

The Yongding riverbed is 40 meters higher than the ground in the urban area of ​​the capital. Once the water floods, the capital will be the first to suffer.

He still remembers: 32 years ago, it was the summer of the seventh year of Kangxi.

There used to be heavy rain in the capital, which caused the Yongding River to flood. The flood rolled over the streets of the capital, rushing directly into Zhengyang, Chongwen, and Xuanwumen like a roaring dragon.

Very scary.

The most exaggerated thing is: at that time, even a corner of the Meridian Gate was submerged and collapsed.

That's right, it collapsed...

Although Emperor Kangxi was young at the time, he was deeply impressed by this scene.

Or to put it another way: he was left with a deep psychological shadow.

At that time, Yongding River was not called this name, and this name was changed later by Kangxi—the emperor personally named Yongding River, built a temple and erected a monument.I hope that this river will never slip away and silt up, overflowing and causing harm to the people.

(End of this chapter)