Clearly, she doesn't want to be a concubine

Chapter 32

She walked out of the side hall, turning her head three times a step at a time.

For some reason, an idea came to her.

Did she do something wrong?
Wu Yamalu is a very good person. He has never cared about it for so many years, and he should not care about it in the future.

But what if?
She dare not gamble.

She is selfish.

But who doesn't?
She returned to the royal tea room, saw that Chen Jiayi was getting along well with the other court ladies, sighed softly, and turned to enter her room.

Yin Shuang'er came in with a bowl: "Master, I've had some medicine."

Umalu opened his eyes, took the medicine, and drank it, the bitter taste spread in his mouth.

After drinking the medicine, she took a nap, then got up and walked around.

After leaving the side hall, she bumped into the nanny with elder brother. After saluting, she stood aside and waited for the nanny to pass by.

That elder brother walked a few steps, then turned back, pulled her sleeves, and looked up at her face.

The nanny stopped her and said, "Prince, let go of your hand and let Miss Wu Ya go."

"Is she what you said, the girl who was raised by my imperial father in the side hall?"

The nuns were stunned for a moment, and the leading nun stepped forward and said, "Prince, you misheard."

The three-year-old really didn't understand anything, so he held on to Umalu and didn't let go.

Umalu half-bent, looked at Baocheng: "If you go back to the prince, you are a slave."

Baocheng pushed her to the ground: "I hate you."

Baocheng kicked her twice: "You make the emperor's father unhappy."

Hearing the sound, Liang Jiugong trotted over, and said as he ran, "What are you doing eating! You haven't taken the prince away yet."

The leading nun heard the words and stepped forward to take Baocheng away.

After Liang Jiugong waited for the two little maids to pull Umalu up, he said: "Miss, go back and wait a while, I will ask Little Mencius to bring the imperial doctor Wang here."

Umalu shook his head: "It's okay, the imperial physician Wang will come back to see you tomorrow, and it will be good to take the pulse then."

Umalu smiled slightly: "Don't bother Mr. Liang, I'll go back and rest first."

"Walk slowly."

Liang Jiugong watched Umalu's back disappear at the corner, stood for a while, and then went back.

Kangxi waited for Nan Huairen to leave, while drinking tea, he asked him, "What happened outside the house at that time?"

Liang Jiugong bowed his head and said, "The crown prince pushed Miss Wu Ya to the ground."

Kangxi sized him up: "Liang Jiugong, if you lie to me again!"

Liang Jiugong knelt on the ground neatly, and said: "The slave deserves death, but I can't bear to see you, the emperor, who are clearly thinking about Miss Wu Ya, but you can't see it. So I asked Little Mencius to trick Miss Wu Ya into giving the emperor a cloak. Wu Ya Miss Ya doesn't know about this, and every mistake is the slave's fault."

The house is quiet.

After a while, I heard Kangxi sneer: "You think I don't know. Without your permission, no one can get that cloak. She doesn't have the guts to do these things."

Liang Jiugong kowtowed to admit his mistake: "The slave deserves death."

Kangxi said impatiently: "Okay, get up. If you want to punish your crime, you will have already been punished."

Liang Jiugong stood up and stood there honestly.

Kangxi asked: "How is she recently?"

Liang Jiugong said: "You still don't feel better."

Kangxi let go of the book in his hand and said, "Let her and the prince come for dinner later."

"Yes."

At the end of the day, the three of them sat at the same table.

After the eunuch Bucai left, Kangxi looked at Baocheng: "Baocheng, apologize."

The prince turned his head: "Son, no."

"Apologize."

"No, son." Baocheng's eyes were red.

Umalu watched silently without saying a word.

Kangxi looked serious, and said: "As the future prince of the Qing Dynasty, don't you even have the courage to admit your mistakes?"

Baocheng burst into tears, jumped off the stool, and apologized to Umalu: "I'm sorry."

"anything else!"

"I was wrong." Baocheng sobbed.

"What's wrong?"

Umalu always felt like a big villain, she was a little uncomfortable, she looked at Kangxi, hesitant to interrupt, but in the end she did nothing.

Baocheng sobbed and apologized, "I shouldn't have scolded you..."

"anything else?"

"I shouldn't... I shouldn't have pushed you."

Baocheng cried so hard that he was about to lose his breath.

Liang Jiugong shouted outside: "Your Majesty?"

"Don't come in."

Umalu sighed, hugged Baocheng in his arms, gently stroked his back, and let him breathe.

Kangxi's eyes kept falling on her, and he just looked at her steadily.

Baocheng cried even harder.

He cried for a long time, finally tired from crying, and fell asleep in Umalu's arms with a distorted posture.

Kangxi carried him carefully to the bed to rest, took off his shoes and socks, and covered him with a quilt.There is no difference with the folk father.

The dishes on the table have not been moved.

After Kangxi came back, he saw that Umalu was still sitting, and said, "I asked Liang Jiugong to prepare something else for him, so we can eat first."

Umalu nodded and ate in silence.

After eating, Umalu was hesitating whether he should leave.

Kangxi invited her to sit on the couch, looked at her for a while, and said, "You have lost a lot of weight."

Umalu touched his face subconsciously: "It's probably because of poor health, I can't eat anything, so I lost weight."

Kangxi nodded and said: "I plan to make you a nobleman first, and then I will make you a concubine in August this year."

"But it's up to you."

Kangxi looked at her, sitting there with a big horse, with a trace of suspicion in his eyes: "You won't be unwilling."

"The servant only knows that thunder, rain and dew are all due to your grace."

Kangxi grew tired of her heart, she is not attractive.

She is sweeter and more coaxing than her.

"You should hate me, you should blame me."

You should... like everyone else... to please me...

Kangxi was like a trapped animal. He always felt that something was wrong. He didn't wake up suddenly until these words came out.

He has been trying to prove that she is no different from other people in the world.

The same groveling, the same flattery, the same enough to make him leave behind after getting bored.

But she just doesn't.

She is like a fish against the current in the sea, relegated to the peony in Luoyang City that refuses to open.

He looked at her.

The eyes of the people in front of them are picturesque, as gorgeous as spring flowers, and they are glorious spring flowers.However, because of the long-term peace and tranquility on the face that was too delicate, the beauty was suppressed, and on the contrary, there was a little more divinity.

She is just a slave, but she is like a Bodhisattva in an instant.

She looked down at him, her face was calm, full of compassion, like a god and Buddha looking at the world, sympathizing with the suffering of the world, but she had no self, no life, no life, no sentient beings.

When he saw her for the first time, he loved her gorgeous face, like a flower on a branch, a beautiful painting, or a good pen.

Only then will she be lucky.

He himself knew that this kind of love was just a whim.

Therefore, when the emperor's grandmother persuaded him with the emperor's father and Concubine Dong E, he would easily give up.

　Legend has it that Empress Wu Zetian of the Tang Dynasty drank and wrote poems on a snowy day in the middle of winter.She was intoxicated with wine and wrote down the imperial edict "You will travel to Shangyuan in the Ming Dynasty, and you will know the spring in a hurry. The flowers will bloom overnight, and don't wait for the dawn wind to blow."Hundreds of flowers were frightened by this fate, and they bloomed overnight, but the peony could not bloom against the decree.Wu Zetian was furious, so she demoted Mudan to Luoyang.The strong and unyielding peony bloomed in full bloom as soon as it arrived in Luoyang, which angered Empress Wu even more, and ordered the peony to be burned to death.Although the branches were scorched, the peonies bloomed even more in the spring of the second year.Because this kind of peony has a strong heart and determination in the fire, people praise it as "burnt bone peony".Later, through careful cultivation by Luoyang people, the flowers became redder and brighter, so later generations named it "Luoyang Red".

　　
　
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