I am Emperor Wanli

Chapter 649: Even if the heart is heavy, I forget it when I see you

The person brought in was the head female official of Guanju Palace, Xie Shang Gong.

"Your servant greets His Majesty, and the Queen."

"Is there anything going on with the imperial concubine?" Zhu Yijun asked.

"Your Majesty, today I went to the Imperial Physician's Office to give the Imperial Concubine a routine checkup and found that she is pregnant."

"Are you sure?" Zhu Yijun was delighted.

I hit the target again!
Good news comes one after another.

"Reporting to the emperor, two female doctors have taken the imperial concubine's pulse and both said it was a pregnancy pulse. With the confirmation, we dare to report to the queen."

Zhu Yijun couldn't help but turn his head to look at Xue Baoqin, and saw that she had a silent expression and rippling eyes.

Feng Baowei, who was standing nearby, raised his head, glanced at Zhu Yijun and Xue Baoqin's faces a few times, then lowered his head again.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, things don't always go as planned!

"This is a great event." Xue Baoqin said, "It just so happens that the emperor is here too, so there is no need to report it again.

Go back and tell your sister, the Imperial Concubine, to take good care of her baby. The Emperor has already heard the good news. I will go to the Forbidden City later, visit the Empress Dowager at the Cining Palace, and report the good news to her."

"Yes!"

Concubine Xie bowed quickly and left happily.

"Palace Lady Pan," Xue Baoqin turned and instructed the female official beside her.

"Go to the Imperial Physician's Office and tell him that Guanju Palace must have a female obstetrician on duty day and night. Then tell the Imperial Kitchen in the Western Garden that the diet of Guanju Palace must be prepared according to the instructions of the female obstetrician. Be careful and don't make any mistakes."

"Yes!"

Looking at the back of Pan Shanggong walking away, Zhu Yijun waved his hand, "All of you leave!"

Feng Bao, the eunuchs and palace maids all left, leaving only Zhu Yijun and Xue Baoqin in the hall.

Zhu Yijun patted the empty space on the chair and said, "Baoqin, come and sit down."

Xue Baoqin looked at Zhu Yijun with her beautiful eyes, which shone like a lake under the sun. She called softly, "Your Majesty."

"Stay closer to me so I can have some personal conversation."

Xue Baoqin stood up from her chair, lifted her skirt, walked to Zhu Yijun, hesitated for a second or two, and sat down in the empty space next to him.

The two of them sat side by side on a chair, shoulder to shoulder, looking into each other's eyes, very close to each other.

Zhu Yijun stretched out his left hand and held Xue Baoqin's round and soft left shoulder.

She gently leaned her head on Zhu Yijun's left shoulder.

Xue Baoqin had her hair in a round, peach-shaped bun today. She didn't wear a crown, but she had a cloud-and-phoenix hairpin inserted on the left side and a string of necklaces on her forehead.

The two of them were silent. The hall was so quiet that they seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats.

There was a tinkling sound coming from both sides. It was the wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the left and right side halls, which were made by the wind.

The crisp sound was sometimes quick and sometimes slow, and it seemed very chaotic.

"Baoqin, in life, eight out of ten things will not go as planned. I am the emperor, and there are many things that I cannot control."

"I know, I'm sorry to have caused Your Majesty to worry." Xue Baoqin murmured.

"You are the queen I chose. You and I are husband and wife. If anything comes, I will face it with you." Zhu Yijun continued, his voice not loud but his tone firm.

“Clink—!”

There were clear sounds of cranes coming from the sky outside the temple. It was a group of cranes migrating south before the winter snow arrived.

"This sound is so beautiful, the cry of the crane in Jiu Gao, the voice can be heard in the sky." Zhu Yijun said softly.

"The cranes have flown away and winter is coming." Xue Baoqin murmured.

Zhu Yijun's left hand gently brushed across her jade-like face, "Winter is here, can spring be far behind? My queen, your spring is definitely not far away."

Feng Bao stood at the entrance of the palace, guarding against anyone approaching.

The hall was silent, with soft sounds coming out from time to time, like the intimate whispers between lovers.

He could not help but quietly turn his head and look in through the gap between the hinges of the open palace door. In the bright palace, Zhu Yijun and Xue Baoqin sat side by side on a couch, like two trees, snuggling closely together.

Feng Bao's eyes flickered with joy, relief, and envy.

Two days later, at about one o'clock in the afternoon, at Tianyin Pavilion in the east of the city.

Many officials who had taken advantage of their lunch break to eat and socialize came out and hurried back to work.

After they went out, they blew a few deep breaths into their clasped hands, then sniffed through their noses, but there was no smell of alcohol.

It was really hard to refuse the invitation, so I had two drinks. Fortunately, I managed to control myself and didn't drink more.

If he returned to the yamen drunk, his colleagues would not say much. However, if he was caught by the inspection teams of the Central Performance Evaluation Steering Committee, it would be more serious than being late or absent.

Not only would they lose three months’ salary and allowance, they would also have to make a public self-criticism in the ministry or the temple, which would be published in the Quanzheng Gazette and the Shuntian Zhengbao, and they would be given a serious warning.

Three months' salary and allowances were short of a small matter, but a serious offense could cause great harm. This year's exam results were definitely unsatisfactory. During the three-year probation period, if one year's results were unsatisfactory, there would be no chance of promotion or salary increase.

Three years of work have been in vain, and I have to continue to work hard for another three years.

If you fall behind in the officialdom, you will fall behind step by step. If you fail to get promoted after three years of hard work, you will fall far behind others, and the gap will widen as time goes by.

Yaoshou!
Now I am even nervous about having a drink at noon. Officials are having a hard time making a living!

Among the group of officials coming out, two were bowing and saying goodbye.

"Mr. Luan, I still have to go to the National History Museum to be the director, so I'll say goodbye now."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Buyi. Today, thanks to your guidance and enlightenment, I feel very enlightened. I will continue to ask you for more advice in the future."

"You're welcome!"

"Sir, get in the carriage." Luan Yongfang insisted on seeing Shen Yikuan off to the carriage. He even closed the door for him personally and bowed to him, as if performing the etiquette of a disciple.

After the carriage drove for a distance, Shen Yikuan leaned out of the window and looked back to see Luan Yongfang waving his fists excitedly on the street with a smug sneer on his face.

Sitting back in his chair, he leaned back, beat the rhythm with his right hand on his knee, shook his head, and sang aloud the newly popular Hui tune.

"I am a casual person from Wolonggang, but I know a lot about the past and present with the help of yin and yang."

Luan Yongfang excitedly waved his hand to stop a carriage and got in, "Feng Mansion on Fengcheng Street, Xianyifang!"

The coachman sitting in the front couldn't help but turn his head to take a look, and only saw the back half of the body and buttocks.

"Okay! Sir, please take a seat."

"Okay, let's go."

"Gee!" The carriage quickly arrived at the gate of Feng's house. Luan Yongfang threw a five-cent silver coin to the coachman, trotted to the side door, and knocked on it with his fist.

The door opened, and when the doorman saw it was him, it was as if a switch had been turned on, and his face was instantly filled with a smile.

"The master is back."

"Hmm." Luan Yongfang snorted and rushed in like a whirlwind.

The concierge closed the side door, looked at Luan Yongfang's back as he ran into the courtyard, sneered, and whispered, "What the hell!"

Luan Yongfang jogged along the way and almost bumped into several maids and servants who were carrying things. He laughed, turned around and walked around them and continued walking forward.

Feng Qi was explaining things to the two managers when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing past him. He turned his eyes and saw Luan Yongfang's back.

"Son."

Luan Yongfang stopped, turned around and asked.

"Is the Seventh Steward at home?"

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"The master is still in the West Garden. Sir, do you want to see the master for something?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just asking." Luan Yongfang waved his hands quickly, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I kowtowed to the master. If the master is here, I will go over and kowtow to him."

Feng Qi looked at the fake smile on Luan Yongfang's face, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said calmly: "The master will not be back until dark."

"Then wait until the master comes back. I'll go see my sister."

Luan Yongfang waved her hand, walked straight into the backyard, walked along the corridor twice, came to the study, and through the window lattice, saw her sister Luan Fenger painting.

I couldn't help but hold my breath and tiptoe in.

Luan Feng'er had her hair in a Chunyang bun with a jade hairpin inserted in it. There was an Oncidium orchid on the left side of the bun and a Prunus mume on the right side.

Yellow on the left and red on the right, making her charming face even more beautiful.

She held the sleeve of her right hand with her left hand, and with a fine brush in her right hand, she turned her wrist to paint on the rice paper. Luan Yongfang walked up to it and looked down, and saw a golden pheasant standing among the flowers.

With meticulous brushwork, the lines are delicate and even though no colors have been added yet, the painting is already lifelike and leaps off the paper.

Luan Yongfang felt a ball of anger pounding in his chest.

My sister is so talented and beautiful, and she is still young. She shouldn't waste her youth with a eunuch. She should have a better place to go. She should live in harmony with a young talent and treat each other as equals.

When Luan Feng'er put down the fine hair, Luan Yongfang couldn't wait to say: "Sister, Mr. Fengwu didn't look down on us."

Luan Feng'er looked up at Luan Yongfang and said, "Brother was so angry a few days ago, why did he suddenly say such things today?"

"Sister, Mr. Buyi from the National History Museum had lunch with me this afternoon. He mentioned that a few days ago, the emperor went on a private visit to the five cities of the capital, and Mr. Fengwu accompanied him as the Shao Yin of Shuntian Prefecture.

It wasn't that Mr. Fengwu ignored his brother at that time, it was because the emperor was incognito beside him, so it was difficult for Mr. Fengwu to get away. It seems that I have wronged Mr. Fengwu, damn it!"

"You are so frivolous and easily startled.

Mr. Fengwu is a rare talent, how could he be so reckless as you. He has his reasons for doing that, but you are just complaining about others and the heavens."

Luan Yongfang chuckled, "Sister really understands Mr. Fengwu."

Luan Feng'er raised her eyes and looked at Luan Yongfang seriously, "What nonsense are you talking about! I just regard Mr. Fengwu as a literary friend, and I just make friends through literature. What are you imagining?
If you do this, you will not only harm my sister and me, but also Mr. Feng Wu."

Luan Yongfang walked to the window, stuck her head out and looked around. No one was approaching the study, so she turned back and said softly, "Sister, there are only a handful of people in this world who can save you from suffering, and Mr. Feng Wu is one of them. He is the emperor's favorite.

Today, with the guidance of Mr. Buyi, I know that Mr. Fengwu is so favored by the emperor and has a bright future. Sister, only he can compete with that person and save you from the sea of ​​suffering. "

Luan Feng'er stared at Luan Yongfang, "Are you in the sea of ​​suffering now?"

Luan Yongfang straightened her neck and said, "Food and clothing are only external things. My sister has to be a eunuch. If my parents knew about this, how could they rest in peace!"

"So what if they can't rest in peace! The evil they committed will be forgiven when they die, but you and I have to bear the consequences. If their spirits are still in heaven, they will only feel ashamed.

Food and clothing are external things?
You are now living a life of luxury, yet you actually say such things. You said that when you were in Lingnan, you had to compete with pigs and dogs for food, you had no clothes to cover your body, and when it was cold you had to squeeze into a haystack, but when you couldn't squeeze in with others, you had to crawl into a pile of pig and cow dung.

Now that we have only had a few days of good life, you are already so arrogant as to say that food and clothing are only material possessions?"

Luan Yongfang's face turned red and white, changing like a revolving lantern.

When Luan Feng'er saw him like this, the anger in her heart suddenly dissipated, and she couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

She walked up to him and gently stroked Luan Yongfang's face, "My good brother, live a peaceful life. When spring comes, I will find you a good man, get married and live a good life.

If I could give birth to a boy or girl to carry on the Luan family's bloodline, my sister's life would be worth it."

Luan Yongfang replied impatiently: "Speaking of a good man, which good man is willing to marry me?
What kind of person am I? Yes, sister, you are right. I am a poor creature who depends on eunuchs, begs for mercy from eunuchs, and marries eunuchs’ sisters to have enough food to eat! "

Hearing Luan Yongfang calling someone a eunuch all the time, Luan Feng'er felt angry and hateful, and tears couldn't help but flow down her cheeks.

Seeing her sister crying, Luan Yongfang panicked and quickly grabbed Luan Fenger's hand, begging, "Sister, I was wrong. I was talking nonsense. I know you have paid too much to survive and to find me.

I know that you are willing to endure humiliation and live here in the Jiaofangsi for my sake. Sister, it's just that I...I...I really can't stand their looks.

Outside, they flatter me all the time, but in fact they are mocking me and laughing at me. I know all the things they say behind my back. I am a man of great stature, but I have to rely on my sister to be with a eunuch to keep me safe.

Sister, I really hate it. I hate those people’s ridicule, those bad words, and I hate myself even more.”

As she spoke, Luan Yongfang hugged her sister and burst into tears.

Luan Feng'er gently comforted him, "Okay, Silang, don't cry. What's there to hate? There are so many people in the Luan family, six brothers and sisters, and now only two of us are alive. We should be content.

Let them laugh if they want. There is no shortage of such idiots in this world who take pleasure in other people's misfortunes and who are angry at others and laugh at others. Brother, we live only for ourselves, not for those people. "

When Luan Yongfang slowly calmed down, Luan Fenger continued, "Things in the court are full of twists and turns, and everyone in it is treading on thin ice. Don't get carried away by what others say, and don't get involved without understanding anything.

Some people may seem to be nice to you, but they actually want something from you.”

Luan Yongfang spread her hands, with some dissatisfaction in her tone, "Sister, I am just a white body living in the Feng Mansion, what do others want from me?"

My silly brother, your identity is enough to make many people have ulterior motives.

But Luan Feng'er couldn't explain it clearly.

When it comes to Feng Bao, she is worried that her brother will be furious again, so she cuts the Gordian knot and says, "Okay, don't let your imagination run wild anymore. If you continue to do this, it will not only harm us, but also Mr. Feng Wu.

Okay, hurry up and review your lessons. Doesn't your Imperial College have an exam before the New Year holiday? Go and prepare. I'm also going to prepare dinner and make some porridge and soup."

The brother and sister left the study and divided their things at the gate of the courtyard.

After a while, Luan Yongfang appeared again. He looked around, went into the empty study, searched everywhere, and finally found a stack of manuscripts in a wooden box.

"Ode to bamboo, the cold flies a thousand feet of jade, and the frost sprinkles all over the forest. Even if the heart is heavy, the frost is forgotten when looking at each other. The dry stems are as cold as jade, and the wind blows the branches like a zither. A night of rain in Xiaoxiang, dripping and breaking the heart of the traveler.

Good, sister is so talented, Mr. Fengwu must admire her."

Luan Yongfang quickly selected more than ten manuscripts, rolled them up, stuffed them into his sleeves, and quickly left the study.

(End of this chapter)