Concubine Mi in the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 72

"My lord, hurry up and go in, the emperor is waiting." Li Dequan looked into the hall with a smile on his face.

"Well, Mr. Lao is taking care of it." Nala Yurong smiled slightly and said softly.

After saying this, he walked slowly into the hall, seeing Kangxi who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, a look of joy flashed in his eyes, and then he blessed his body according to the etiquette: "My concubine pays my respects to the emperor."

Her voice was very soft, but there was no one in the hall except Kangxi, so when she spoke, her voice was very clear.

Kangxi, who was sitting behind the dragon case, continued to look at the memorial in his hand, as if he hadn't heard her greeting at all, and said calmly after a long time: "Get up."

Without raising his head, without gestures, and even his tone of voice was so faint, the smile on the corner of Nara Yurong's mouth froze there all of a sudden.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Nala Yurong stood up, secretly glanced at Kangxi who was sitting behind the dragon table, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

The emperor uploaded her to accompany him in the car, but she hurried here after dressing up, but the emperor didn't even look at her. How could she not feel uncomfortable?
It was as if the joy in her mouth had dissipated all of a sudden, not only that, but there was also a faint uneasiness somewhere in her heart.

Ever since she became a noble person, the emperor seemed to treat her coldly.He wouldn't look at her tenderly, wouldn't ask her what she did every day, and wouldn't chat with her like the day he first entered the palace.

She didn't understand what she did wrong to make the emperor change his attitude overnight.

Kangxi put the last memorial in his hand on the desk, raised his head to look at Nala Yurong who was standing there, and said casually, "What are you doing standing there, come and grind ink for me."

When Nala Yurong heard this, her heart couldn't help tightening, and she immediately thought of the time when she was serving ink in Qianqing Palace a few days ago.Although it was only a short day, her entire wrist was swollen when she went back. After going back and applying a lot of medicine for a few days, the pain didn't feel so bad.

So, when Kangxi said that he wanted to grind ink, she couldn't help but get nervous.

Even so, Nala Yurong walked slowly to the desk, picked up the millstone and began to grind it.

In this palace, the emperor's words are the imperial decree, even if it is just a single word, she cannot disobey it.

The dragon table was covered with high-quality rice paper, and the inkstone was also an excellent dragon tail inkstone. Kangxi stood up, looked at Nala Yurong standing there thoughtfully, and drew with a brush.

It didn't take long for a woman's outline to appear on the rice paper. Kangxi's painting skills are excellent, although there are only a few strokes, you can tell who the woman in this painting is at a glance.

Nala Yurong stood there, looking at Kangxi's actions first startled, then with joy in his eyes, and finally lowered his head slightly shyly.

She did not expect that what the emperor drew was actually herself.

Seeing Nala Yurong lowering her head with a blushing face, Kangxi smiled and hugged her shoulders: "Rong'er thinks my painting is good?"

Nala Yurong raised her head slowly, and replied shyly: "The emperor's painting is naturally excellent."

At this time, Nala Yurong had already cast aside the uneasiness and apprehension just now, and only saw the painting drawn by the emperor himself in his eyes.

This is the first time the emperor has painted for her, which is very respectable in the palace, not even the concubine who was favored a few days ago.

The implication of this is that as long as she thinks about it, she can't help being happy.

The heart that was hurt by Kangxi's indifference just now healed all of a sudden, and he was happier than when he came here.

What could make her happier than that the emperor valued her so much?
Her heart was pounding, she gently rested her head on Kangxi's chest, a familiar smell of ambergris came into her nose, making her a little dazed.

Listening to her answer, Kangxi frowned slightly. After so many years in the palace, the ears could hear the cocoons in these flattering words. I don't know why these women love to say these words so much, and they can't stop talking up.

Yugui didn't notice Kangxi's dissatisfaction at all. At this moment, she was staring at the painting on the rice paper, looking at it carefully, with a happy smile in her eyes, she almost saw through the rice paper go.

Her demeanor just made Kangxi feel a little petty.

I don't know how the Nala family raised this daughter.

As soon as this sentence flashed across his mind, Kangxi raised his eyebrows slightly.

Why does this sentence seem familiar?

After Kangxi thought for a while, he remembered the decree he made outside the palace yesterday, and then, he inevitably remembered a series of things that happened in Zuixian Tower yesterday.

I have to admit that for a moment, Kangxi admired Wang Miheng very much.There are so many women in the harem, who didn't serve him well in front of him, and she was the only one who dared to leave two rows of teeth marks on his arm, and she cried and quarreled afterwards to make him Carried back to the palace.

Just thinking about it, he felt that his majesty as an emperor was offended.

However, he hadn't thought of how to punish her.

According to the rules of the harem, offending the body of the dragon would be more than a death sentence, and the lightest one would be punished with a stick of forty.

But if you go down forty boards, you will be disabled even if you don't die.

If he doesn't deal with it, what is his majesty? If he doesn't teach her a lesson, what audacious things he will do in the future?
Therefore, Kangxi is in a dilemma at this time.The former, to be honest...not willing; the latter, really...not reconciled.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you?" Kangxi came back to his senses, and saw the worried expression on the face of Yugui who was standing there.

Kangxi didn't respond, but only looked at the piece of rice paper on the dragon case.

"Come on!" Kangxi shouted loudly.

Li Dequan, who was waiting outside the hall, immediately walked in when he heard the voice.

"emperor."

"Let the Ministry of Internal Affairs frame this painting and send it to Zhongcui Palace."

Hearing Kangxi's words, Li Dequan hurriedly responded, wondering why the emperor is so interested today and started painting?

When his gaze fell on the rice paper, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, he thought that the emperor's news that the jade noble came here was just to relieve boredom, how could he have imagined that this jade noble still has such a blessing?

When the emperor said to send it to Zhongcui Palace, he was naturally not referring to Concubine Hui.

The only possibility is Yugui.

Nala Yurong standing next to the dragon case was startled for a long time before she could react, and quickly knelt down to thank her, her voice full of joy, "My concubine thanks the emperor for his grace."

Kangxi's calligraphy is not something that anyone can get casually.

What's more, the woman in this painting is still herself.

Nala Yurong knelt on the ground, and seemed to see the envy and jealousy in the eyes of those people in the harem.

Just thinking about it, the smile on her face deepened, and the breath that had been holding her heart these days finally dissipated a little.

On the second day after entering the palace, she went to the Qianqing Palace to serve Mo, and later became a nobleman, but the women in the Sixth Palace kept mocking her for this matter.Because of my aunt's face, I dare not say it in person, but in private, she keeps saying that she got her current identity after working as a court lady for a few days and with her aunt's help.

It took her quite a few days to adjust her mood, but this matter has since become a taboo in her heart, as long as she mentions it, she will feel very disturbed.

Fortunately, now it seems that the emperor really cares about her, otherwise he wouldn't have turned over her sign for ten days in a row, and allowed her to accompany her in the imperial study, and now he even paints for her himself.

With such a fact, she has enough confidence.

Now she is a nobleman, and there is an aunt who is a concubine behind her. As long as the emperor keeps pampering her, when she has a younger brother in the future, she will have a foothold in the harem.

So, for the first time since entering the palace, Nala Yurong's eyes lit up, as if she had gotten the best thing in the world.

It takes half an hour to walk from the Imperial Study Room to Zhongcui Palace, but Nala Yurong walks very comfortably.

The gravel path under the feet, as well as the surrounding flowers and plants, every scenery along the way is particularly exciting.

As soon as Nala Yurong entered the Zhongcui Palace, the news that Kangxi personally painted for her spread throughout the harem. This is what happened in this palace. Even if the master accidentally broke a tea bowl, the harem would not take long. people will know.

What's more, the matter is still related to Kangxi.

Nala Yurong put the purple jade hairpin on her head in the jewelry box, then picked up a pink pearl hairpin and put it on her head, smiling all over her.

"My servant congratulates the young master." The maid Xiu'er blessed her body and said with a smile on her face.

Only now did she feel that her master had really won the emperor's favor.

Nala Yurong smiled, but did not answer, and asked after a long time: "By the way, is there any movement from Mibi?"

Xiu'er glanced at her, hesitated for a moment before saying: "Miss Concubine Mistress not only goes to Chengqian Palace to pay her respects to the noble concubine every day, but stays in her own palace, little master don't have to worry."

"She can hold her breath." Nara Yurong nodded slightly, and a deep meaning flashed in her eyes.

This secret concubine, she is becoming more and more incomprehensible.

Ordinarily she would hold a grudge against her for taking her favor away, but this secret concubine seemed to be fine and didn't make a fuss at all.

I don't know, what is going on in her mind?
Wang Miheng, who was teasing the little elder brother and the little princess in the Qixiang Palace, suddenly sneezed loudly. Thinking of what happened yesterday, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

Yonghe Palace

Concubine De sat on the soft couch, after listening to the eunuch's words, something strange flashed in her eyes.

"I know, let's step back."

The eunuch looked at his mother's expression, saluted and retreated.

Concubine De sat there, closed her eyes, then opened them again.

It is not uncommon for the emperor to leave the palace, but she did not expect that the emperor would leave the palace with his secret concubine.

It is said that the secret concubine has fallen out of favor, but the emperor's appearance does not appear to be falling out of favor, but it seems that she is even more favored.

(End of this chapter)