The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 601 Tribute
Little Suzi was stunned by Yinzhen's words. He was just a 12-year-old boy, who watched him every day under his nose. He was good at studying, riding and shooting, but he didn't expect people to be so thoughtful.

He persuaded Yinzhen for a long time, but how could Yinzhen listen to his words if he had a big idea?
That night, Xiao Suzi lay on the cloth mat outside the temple gate and stayed up all night.

At dawn, before he could call Yinzhen to get up, he had already washed and opened the door of the bedroom.

Looking at his face full of vigor, he didn't see the scheming look from last night at all.

He smiled at Xiao Suzi, waved his hand and said, "Today, Wenda is going to take the riding and archery test for my brothers, I need to go first, you pack up and go back to rest."

Looking at Yinzhen's thin back, Little Suzi sighed secretly.

If this child can't transform into a dragon soaring in the nine heavens in the future, he will be ground into a worm that sinks into the dust.

But how could he, an internal supervisor, control all of this?
It's just that Yinzhen is his master now, he can be regarded as a sincere servant as long as he does his duty as a slave and tries his best to fulfill his master's wish.

The summer of this year is not considered extremely hot, and occasionally a few bursts of refreshing wind can be seen blowing in the Forbidden City after the scorching heat in the afternoon.

When it came time for the various tribes and countries outside the court to pay tribute, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sorted out the single volume and moved it to the Changchun Palace for Wanyu to review. After looking at her intentions, he moved some good things and distributed them to the concubines in the East and West Six Palaces.

This year is not a year of calamity, except that the conquest of Junggar is imminent, the weather is good everywhere, and there are no disasters or difficulties.However, the tributes recorded in the single booklet are far less than those in previous years. Wanyu closed the booklet after reading three pages, and asked the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs: "This palace remembers that Shan Persia showed good wishes last year and paid tribute. The number of sapphires is one hundred and eight, why is it less than forty this year?"

The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs faltered: "There are tributes from the court, and most of them have been moved to the Tong Mansion this year. At the moment of the war, Lord Tong Guogang is in charge of the banner. These favors are promised by the emperor."

Wannai laughed after hearing this: "Since the emperor promised, the rest will not be rich at all. I will transfer it to the national treasury for storage, and I will tell the concubines the reason. The left and right are all icing on the cake, so I won't give it away this year." Tribute."

The Chief of the Ministry of Internal Affairs said in a gentle voice that he was in charge of the harem who was industrious and thrifty, and he withdrew after a few words of flattery.

Yun Chan was a little puzzled, and asked with frowned eyebrows: "If you want to reward Mrs. Tong, you can't take away the expenses of the harem. The empress has a good temper, and she doesn't pay much attention to dressing up on weekdays. But the other side The concubines have been looking forward to it for a year, if you tell them that there is no tribute from the foreign court this year, there will be trouble behind their backs."

"If you like to make trouble, you can make trouble. That thing has entered the Tong Mansion, not the Changchun Palace, so it can't make trouble on the head of the Palace." Wan Yu played with the quartz tourmaline in her hand, and said calmly: "We don't need to do anything. There is no need to say too much, just tell the truth. The empress and concubine have accumulated grievances for a long time, and their respective mothers are all officials with nose and eyes in the previous dynasty. Someone will always tell the emperor about Tong's madness. What are we worried about? ?”

Sure enough, one day after the palace asked An Wanyu to explain the matter, the concubines really did not hesitate to do so, and even Yu Wen, who was used to worshiping Buddha and disliked luxury, choked a few words, bluntly saying that the Tong family was too presumptuous.

Tong Guogang got such a glorious happy event, naturally he forgot about his actions in the spring breeze, and he didn't know that the people in the harem gradually resented him for his actions.

A letter from the family entered the mansion, telling the endless bitterness to the family.

The courtiers who have a daughter who enters the palace as a concubine think about it in private, and they can't bear the anger of the Tong family in the previous court, even the women in the harem.

So one morning in the court, they jointly signed a performance and participated in Tong Guogang's book.

But this is said to participate in him, rather than to make trouble for him.

It is only said that the Tong family has received the grace of the emperor, but the salary of the emperor does not worry about the emperor. Now that the Junggar war is going on, Tong Guogang is among the emperor, and he should lead the army to thank the emperor for his kindness.

Hearing this, the emperor clapped his hands and smiled before Tong Guogang could argue: "What all the lovers said is true, and I also have the same intention. I just don't know what Tong Guogang thinks?"

Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at Tong Guogang in front of the imperial gate. He was a person with great face, how could he have the face to fall when he was raised up?
So he knelt down and worshiped, and agreed to the matter.

After coming down to court, the emperor was in a good mood, and hurried to Changchun Palace to have lunch with Wanyu.

During the banquet, he repeatedly praised: "Wan'er forced Tong Guogang to step down with just a few words. Today, he accepted the personal conscript in front of all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. It is impossible to shirk."

"Then Master Tong is willing to give my concubine this chance, right?" Wanyu smiled softly, and offered the emperor a bowl of winged belly ham soup in front of him: "The emperor is worried that he won't accept this matter, nothing more. It is Mr. Tong who has scruples in his heart. If this battle is fought, if he loses, how can the Tong family have the face to show off their power in the previous court? If they win, they will make great achievements and attract criticism. How can someone as smart as him Don't you know?"

The emperor laughed loudly, took a mouthful of soup and said: "This soup is salty."

Wan Yu exchanged a glance with him, moved the jade bowl gently in front of her, took a spoonful of it and sprinkled it on the ground: "You can't keep bad things."

The emperor stretched out his hand to her, and tightly held her weak and boneless hand in his palm: "The one who knows me is Mo Ruowan'er."

Wan Lai looked at him and laughed silently.

The summer rain came late, and the hot sun was hidden in the thin drizzle.

At night, when the rain stopped, only the damp water vapor remained in the air.

This night the emperor stayed in the Changchun Palace, and when he was sleeping, because the deep friendship at that time did not exist in his heart, Wan Yu couldn't devote himself wholeheartedly to it.While perfunctory, he took advantage of the moonlight to look at the emperor's sweaty body.

He is really old.

Nearly forty years old, his skin began to sag slightly, and his lower abdomen, which was originally solid and clearly visible, gradually gave birth to a belly.

Sighing like this, why not myself?
It's nothing more than Bai Changqing's dedication, often prescribing some decoctions to nourish yin qi for herself, and teaching her many ways to take care of her delicate skin.

She looks like a jasper woman in her early twenties on the outside, but when she combs her hair in the morning, Shuangruo's subtle movements can be seen in her eyes. When she reflects in the mirror, she sees her carefully pinching a strand of her hair to hide it under the bottom of her hair, and combing her hair again. Cover up with oil.

Wan Yu knew that her body had already passed its heyday and was beginning to age unavoidably.

Although I can still be called the emperor's favorite concubine now, what about the future?

Waves of fresh and beautiful faces in the harem poured towards the emperor like a dam to release the flood. Thinking of Rong Yue's tragic state before his death, Wan Yu shuddered.

After some cloud and rain, the emperor carefully covered her with a quilt, and hugged her to sleep as usual.

This was the moment when she slept the most peacefully before, but now she was tossing and turning, accompanied by the emperor's slight snoring, almost a sleepless night.

(End of this chapter)