Female Official In the East Palace

    "Prince, with all due respect, how did you let me leave, and how did you let me come back in a few years?"

    Rong Xin suppressed his anger and asked him straightforwardly.

    The prince was startled, and smiled bitterly: "Auntie is not bad, you are in Yuqing Palace now, and it is not what I say..."

    "Prince." Rong Xin said solemnly, "When eldest brother said that to me today, in addition to being full of sadness, I was also disappointed, and now you say it like that. "

    The prince hurriedly opened the window and got off the bed, explaining: "Aunt, I just want you to relax."

    The prince was apologetic, "Aunt, I took it for granted."

    The eleven-year-old crown prince now has Rong Xin's nose high, and he droops his head in front of her at this time.

    Rong Xin couldn't bear to be too harsh on him, so he paused for a moment and said softly: "Prince, both you and the elder brother are too young, everything that is happening now will become heaven in your eyes. Big things, but it's not like that."

    There was doubt in the eyes of the prince, "I'm afraid my eldest brother will never come to Yuqing Palace again. Huang Ama may be disappointed with me one day... Isn't it a big deal?"

    "Yes, but not big enough to teach you that."

    "Auntie, I don't understand."

    Rong Xin hugged her elbows, cleared her mind, and asked the prince seriously, "You once told me that if you want to be a good prince, why is it good?"

    When the prince said this, his eyes were firm, without any wavering, and there was no such thing as power and interests.

    Rong Xin looked into his eyes with relief, and the corners of her mouth curled up, "You want a peaceful and prosperous world, do you know how difficult it is?"

    The prince nodded and said decisively: "Don't be afraid of difficulties."

    "Therefore, you should have mountains and rivers and the sea in your heart, and the people of Limin, look further afield with character and blood, and move towards a grander ambition, if one day you do it, Everything now is a grind.”

    "What if... I can't?"

    "It depends on why you can't do it." Rong Xin said patiently, "I tried my best, but I still can't; Or it is possible to achieve it but I didn't try my best; A different option, like a bifurcation, goes in a different direction. You should figure it out for yourself.”

    The candles flickered, the prince was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Why didn't my aunt tell this to my elder brother? You are like an adoptive mother in my elder brother's heart. He has always attached great importance to your words."

    At this time, it was Rong Xin's turn to be silent.

    When did it start? She and the elder brother have some scruples about their words...

    Perhaps the eldest brother got through the acne alone, or perhaps it was the first time that the eldest brother intuitively felt the difference with the prince after entering the palace, or maybe his position was different from the beginning.

    Rong Xin never had any malice towards the elder brother, but he did not treat him wholeheartedly, so the only thing she could do was not to impose her will on the elder brother for the prince.

    As for the prince's question, Rong Xin could only reply: "With a decision in mind, feelings will become the most useless burden..."

    The lights were dim, and the candle wick cracked. Rong Xin glanced at the window and said, "Prince, it's time for you to rest, and you have to read early tomorrow."

    The prince raised his head slightly and stared at her face. After a moment, he nodded and said, "Auntie also goes back to rest early. If you say today, Yinren will think about it carefully."

    Rong Xin was blessed and retired. Seeing that the prince returned to the bed, he checked the back of the bedroom and left.

    And long after she left, the prince was still lying on the bed, resting on his arm, without any sleepiness.

    …

    On the first night when Rong Xin returned to the Forbidden City, she couldn't sleep at night, and was tossing and turning.

    On the second day, Qi Momo got up and saw that her eyes were all tired, and asked with concern: "But if you haven't rested well, why don't you take another day off? "

    Rong Xin shook his head and replied, "I still have some things to do.

    In the dead of night, Rong Xin thought about it seriously.

      Ama's attitude is especially important.

    As the emperor of a country, he may think about every move, but Rong Xin is still uneasy.

    Mother Qi didn't know what she was talking about, so she only warned: "You pay attention to your body, don't be careless when you are young."

    Rong Xin smiled and replied: "Yes, I will pay attention."

    Afterwards, Rong Xin packed up and went to the Prince's study to rummage through the wooden box where the scrolls of calligraphy and painting were stored for him.

    She didn't make a sound, but the prince who read it early was still distracted, "Aunt, what are you looking for?"

    "Are you disturbed by reading?" Rong Xin happened to find the painting she was looking for, and immediately said, "I asked you to paint the painting of the emperor and your emperor's mother, this is the I won't bother you anymore."

    "What do you want to do?" The prince just asked, and there was no doubt in his tone.

    The corners of Rong Xin's mouth rose slightly, and she said gently, "Since we moved to Yuqing Palace, I haven't paid homage to the emperor for many years. I want to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and use your painting as a greeting."

    She has never been courteous to Kangxi for no reason, so the smile on her face is not very sincere.

    Prince also knew Rong Xin very well. He didn't know what she wanted to do, but he didn't stop her and said, "Auntie, come back earlier."

    "I can't delay the emperor's government affairs, please let someone know first, and wait for the emperor's summons to go, it will be too early."

    The prince nodded, indicating he understood.

    Shen Shichu, the **** of Qianqing Palace came to Yuqing Palace to invite Rong Xin.

    Rong Xin ordered the maid to inform the prince, then took the scroll and followed the **** to the Qianqing Palace.

    And Kangxi summoned Rong Xin, still diligent in government affairs, just raised his head and glanced at her arrival, then buried his head in the memorial again, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

    Rong Xin just knelt down and was not called "flat body" by Kangxi, so she still knelt on the ground and said: "Back to the emperor, the servant ordered someone to print the book for His Royal Highness this morning, and I saw it by chance. The prince drew a picture last year, and I came here to show it to the emperor."

    "Yes."

    Liang Jiugong respectfully responded, came to Rong Xin, took the scroll with both hands, raised it to the top of his head, and presented it to the emperor.

    Kangxi did not wait for anyone to pack up the memorials on the bookcase, and unfolded the painting carefully.

    The first thing that catches the eye is the two bright yellow court clothes, whoever looks at it will know that it is the dragon robe and the phoenix robe; then as the scroll is fully unfolded, two familiar faces appear in the In front of Kangxi.

    Rong Xin glanced at his expression, and said quietly: "It's a pity that His Royal Highness has never seen the Empress. The empress in this painting is completely imitating the emperor.

    Kangxi's index finger lightly touched the eyes of the woman in the painting, "Yinren's eyes are very similar to Miner..."

    "Yes, the prince is very like the empress." Rong Xin straightened his upper body and said, "Like the empress, if the empress knows the knowledge under the spring, she will be extremely pleased."

    Kangxi couldn't take his eyes off the empress in the painting, and seemed to have no intention of saying: "The prince is the heir of the Qing Dynasty, and it is not enough to be benevolent."

    "The emperor is right. Fortunately, His Royal Highness the Prince is smart and tough, otherwise the emperor will definitely be disappointed."

    Kangxi paused, put the painting lightly to one side, looked at Rong Xin, and after a while, said coldly: "Rong Xin, you mean something in front of me, you are not afraid of angering you. I?"

    Rong Xin respectfully said: "The slaves dare not."

    "Why don't you dare?" Kangxi's eyes were sharp, "I didn't punish you severely for your dereliction of duty in Shanxi, but you took the initiative to come to the Qianqing Palace. Daredevil!"

    "The emperor said that the servants are daring, and the servants dare not resist the order." Rong Xin's attitude and tone became more and more respectful, but the words he said were like thunder in the ears of others.

      How could it wither in the Kunning Palace so desolately?"

    "Crash!"

    Rong Xin's words made Kangxi's anger surge up, and he overturned the book case directly, and the memorial pen and ink were scattered on the ground, one of which happened to hit Liang Jiugong's knee, Liang Jiugong immediately knelt on the ground, shivering.

    "Rong Xin!" Kangxi raised his eyebrows coldly and said furiously, "I see that you are impatient with your life, that's how it is, come here! Pull her to the Department of Penalties!"

    However, when Kangxi summoned Rong Xin, he always sent everyone other than Liang Jiugong far away. After he finished speaking, no one listened to the order and took Rong Xin.

    Kangxi was furious, kicked Liang Jiugong, and shouted: "Don't call someone!"

    Rong Xin's heartbeat stopped for a moment, but when she came here today, she thought about the consequences that might anger Kangxi.

     Of course, no one mentioned Nemin, she wanted to mention it, Rong Xin would never allow Kangxi to forget Nemin, forget that the prince is not only a prince, but a child born by Nemin with his life.

    "The death of a slave is not a pity, but it is not unpleasant." Rong Xin raised his head and looked directly at Kangxi, "When the Empress was alive, she used the technique of checks and balances to balance the harem, but she never hurt your heart. , and never used your respect and love."

    "You are such a powerful emperor, pushing your son to stand on the opposite side with your own hands, and dreaming at midnight, can you really sleep peacefully?"

    Kangxi's anger became introverted because of her words, and her tone was dangerous: "What is your identity? Dare to question how I am the emperor?"

    Rong Xin bowed his head and said respectfully: "The slaves dare not."

    Kangxi only felt a tightness in his chest, closed his eyes and endured a little, and said a little calmly: "In the Qing Dynasty, the prince is very good but not enough. If he can't even hold down the trouble in front of him, how can he be stable? Jiang Shan? He has to do better."

    When his voice fell, Liang Jiugong brought someone in, pointed at Rong Xin, and said deliberately: "Quickly take down the female officer Rong."

    Rong Xin got up in cooperation, raised his arm and stretched out his hand to the guards, and then walked with them in cooperation.

    Kangxi couldn't bear it any longer: "Go back to Yuqing Palace."

    Rong Xin immediately pulled back his hand and left quickly.