Dreams of Qing surround Yaochi ( Shared with Empress Xiaoxian )

  She was received by the empress and stayed in the palace for a short while, grew more beautiful and charming, gained the emperor's praise, and her age was just right to participate in the next imperial selection... It's hard not to think too much.

  Soon, Ulana Nara met with Gao Shi and others one after another. She ran into Fucha Fulina at the Qianxi Second House when visiting Yunzhu, and met Gao Lumiao while strolling in the Imperial Garden. Only Ke'er Yuetuo Guoxin hid in her small boudoir and rarely took half a step out of the house.

  "She's actually quite obedient," Yunzhu said.

  Su Wen handed over the bowl of wood瓜燕窝糖水 and said, "She's been taken advantage of once, so she must be more careful from now on. Besides, isn't Beile Ye not around?"

  So she's quite clever. As long as the people below her handle things well, she's not one to take charge or control everything. The birthday gift for the big boss upstairs was already prepared by herself in advance, and the rest only need a few words of instruction to be taken care of... She's really bored, and currently these people are just probing each other, this play is also very uninteresting to her.

  After finishing the sugar water, Yunzhu said to Lingzhui: "Accompany me to the Imperial Garden for a walk."

  It's already snowed three times in Beijing by the end of the year. The ground is covered with a thick layer of silver frost, and the magnificent scene of mountains dancing with silver snakes can't be seen anymore. However, the natural beauty of the jade trees and crystal branches in the garden can be admired at any time.

  "It had just snowed heavily the day before, and Master would at least wear a cloak to go out." Cui took over a light purple fox fur cloak with a purple satin lining and put it on Yunzhu, who stood there helplessly. The winter robe she was wearing was already warm enough, and with the spiritual energy protecting her, these fur clothes and cloaks were more decorative than functional. "Just change into something warmer and that's fine." She pushed away the white jade hand warmer that Mingxin handed over, "I won't feel cold anyway."

  "You'd better say that to Eighth Brother. " Su asked, interrupting, and had Ming Xin put the foot warmer away, personally putting on a purple sable hand warmer she had made last month for her.

  Yunzhu shut her mouth.

  The Winter Garden also has a beautiful view, especially the pavilions and towers with flying eaves and artificial hills are covered with a layer of white snow, shining brightly in the sunlight, making the world seem to have changed color, as if one is in a crystal palace. It's worth suffering a bit of cold for such a beautiful scene, unfortunately there are not many people who can appreciate this leisurely atmosphere in the palace.

  The emperor was a workaholic, and after ascending the throne, he visited the Imperial Garden less often than he did the Yuanmingyuan, so the empress and Xi Fei, who oversaw palace affairs, didn't mind letting the consorts take strolls in the garden. However, without the chance encounters with the emperor, no one wanted to make a special trip to the Imperial Garden just to sunbathe and enjoy the breeze, lest they damage their delicate skin. As a result, it was quite convenient for the people living on the west side of the Imperial Garden, including Qi and Xi.

  However, Yunzhu's actions were more free-spirited. She was the legitimate imperial son Fu Jin, while Fucha Fulinga, Gaolü Weimiao, and Ke Liye Te Shi were just "Ge Ge" (princesses) who couldn't leave the palace without her permission. Of course, they didn't cause any trouble, and under circumstances where they wouldn't bump into "noble people", she would occasionally let them out to take a stroll, showing off her generosity and kindness.

  "What news is there from the northwest?" It's so cold, this war is not only unsustainable for Dzungar (due to lack of supplies), but also unbearable for the Qing soldiers. The palace maid and eunuch followed from a distance, while Yunzhu released her spiritual energy in a wave-like pattern, without worrying about being overheard.

  "General Ningyuan (Yue Zhongqi) led the Western Route Army, which was still doing well. However, General Jingbian (Guarjia Furdan) of the Northern Route Army had already lost several high-ranking generals..." This news came from Ma Qi.

  Originally, Fu Heng was eager to build his achievements and lightly believed in the rumors. He was defeated by Galdan's weak soldiers at Bokto Mountain and led into the valley where he was ambushed. Ding Shou, Su Tu, Ma Erqi, and other generals were killed in battle. Fortunately, Fu Qing received a letter from the Fuca family to the northwest, saying that Hongyu, Hongxun, and others followed the governor of Xizhou, Prince Sibo, who was in charge of the military supplies, and listened to the news. He led his troops with Famin and Batai to support them, encountering Hailan and Daihao, who had broken through the siege, and launched a counterattack together. After a bloody battle, if the Qing army lost 1,000 soldiers, Galdan was injured by 800, which wasn't too bad.

  In contrast, the Western Route Army led by Yue Zhongqi won several battles, but they were not major ones. Galdan was cunning and elusive like a fox, and after seeing that his ambushes had been foiled several times, he retreated to a defensive position and refused to come out and engage in a decisive battle with Yue's army.

  "...Yunzhu sighed, she could only influence it to this point. The Dzungar region was barren and sparsely populated, the Qing dynasty had labored to send troops on a long expedition, and with the harsh weather conditions, neither side wanted to engage in a protracted war, so it would depend on whose tactics were more clever from now on."

  "The princess, there is a pavilion over there!"

  She smiled and glanced at Si Hui, "Alright, go sit over there."

  "Fu Jin, Fu Cha Ge Ge came to report that Xiao A Ge caught a cold last night..." Ming Xin hastily searched around. "Fu Jin, please save him..." The little palace maid who followed behind her cried out and was about to rush over.

  Ling Xue's hands moved quickly to grab hers, and he shouted: "Is there no discipline left? Kneel down! Humph, the mistress is the young master's legitimate daughter-in-law, she will naturally ask a doctor for treatment, what does your yelling mean?"

  Yunzhu didn't even glance at the little palace maid, and calmly instructed the small eunuch beside him: "Wang Jinbao, go to the Imperial Hospital and ask for a doctor."

  "Hmm." Wang Chao hastily left. From a distance, Yunzhu was still heard saying to Mingxin: "How did those ayis serve? Go and tell Gu Ayi about it, and let her handle it accordingly. Also, ask Su Xun to pick some medicinal herbs and send them over. Remember to have the imperial physician examine those herbs too, don't mess up their properties."

  "Yes." A clear and crisp voice responded.

  "Master, won't you go and take a look?" Ling Shuo asked. Although they had already invited the imperial physician and sent over some nourishing medicine, it was still hard to guarantee that those petty people wouldn't say something like "not taking it seriously enough" behind their backs. After all, he was the eldest son of the Beile Master, and if they waited until the Beile Master returned, who knows what ideas might arise.

  Yunzhu gave her a sideways glance and hummed softly, "You still don't understand. No matter how well I do things or how meticulous I am, your master will always find fault with me. I'm not someone who can always keep a low profile, nor am I perfect. As long as I do my best and fulfill my responsibilities, that's all that matters." Hmm, this conversation would be perfect for Yongzheng and Hongli to hear, it'll definitely give me some extra points.

  "If there's anything...". Ling Xiu cooperated with her seamlessly.

  "If it's not good, the imperial physician will come to discuss it." She said lightly. A few strands of crystal snow floated down, she slightly tilted her head back, her clear eyes seemed to want to see through something... The sky was going to snow tonight.

  "Go back."

  Yonghuan's illness soon healed. Not long after, smallpox scabs were found in his usual quilt wrapping cloth, fortunately discovered early, otherwise the child who had just recovered from illness would not have enough physical strength to survive the smallpox?!

  The child's cleaning and the imperial physician's diagnosis, prescription, etc. were all handled by Fulinga herself, while Yunzhu had a thorough investigation of the servants who took care of Yonghuan, found several suspects, but she didn't bother to investigate which master was behind them and directly sent them to the Ministry of Punishment.

  In just two days, Ling Xiu told her that those few slaves did not survive the punishment and died. Whether they were really dead or not, Yunzhu didn't investigate further. This New Year's Eve, due to the unrest in the northwest and the absence of the two adult princes from the palace, no one was able to enjoy a reunion dinner on New Year's Eve, and the atmosphere in the palace was somewhat gloomy. Bringing up anything would only add trouble for the Emperor and make Xi Fei, who was in charge of palace affairs, lose face. Now that it had been handed over to the Ministry of Punishment, how to deal with it was a matter for those above.

  Her approach obviously pleased Yongzheng's heart. After dinner, he called out to Yunzhu, who was distracted: "HONGLI JIA DE, COME HERE."

  Yunzhu stood up somewhat startled and walked to the front to pay respects: "Your Majesty."

  "What's on your mind?" Yongzheng asked with a raised eyebrow, don't think he didn't see Duanyu tug at her just now.

  Headache, I have to write a letter to Hongli soon. Yunzhu is pregnant and has been ordered to write a letter every five days, which is already a lot, but she also requires her to reply, and if the content is not enough, she will be criticized. The letter must be written with content, elegant language, without losing its simplicity and humor... Sometimes for several days in a row, writing letters becomes a chore that drains her brain. She blushes and lowers her head, "I was just thinking of writing a letter to the Fourth Prince later, thanks to the wise leadership of the Emperor, the soldiers who died in battle did not regret it, which made the Qing dynasty prosperous and peaceful, and our family harmonious and peaceful."

  Frankly acknowledge the past and then come out with whatever rumors or gossip.

  "En, well said. You've done very well this year, Hong Li has you as his di fu jun is his blessing. Su Pei Sheng, go bring that finger monkey that Hao Yu Lin presented!"

  There were two governors of Fujian, Hao Yulin was in charge of Fujian and Li Wei was in charge of Zhejiang. The lovely little monkey was obtained from the deep forest of Wuyi Mountain, and Hao Yulin saw that it was born strangely and presented it to the emperor as a tribute.

  "Hmm." Su Peisheng turned around and left. Before long, he came in carrying a sandalwood tray, on which was placed a sandalwood pen holder, and on the pen holder sat a small monkey about two inches tall, its eyes shining brightly and mischievously.

  This is a pointing monkey, which may be even rarer in modern times. In ancient times, it was not difficult to find one if you really wanted to. Many literati and scholars kept this kind of monkey as a pet and gave it the elegant name "pen monkey" or "ink monkey". This pointing monkey would have been presented as tribute because of its extremely rare snow-white fur, which is truly without a single strand of different color, just like white jade.

  Everyone stared with eager eyes.

  "This monkey is already given to you as a reward, how to raise it will be told to you by Su Peisheng later."

  Such a pet cloud pearl also likes it, she took over the pointing monkey, happily and gratefully thanked Yun Xing: "Thank you, Emperor Ama, I like it very much."

  This should be the emperor's reward for his own work performance.

  The little monkey seemed to love Yunzhu very much, and as soon as she approached, it immediately let go of the sandalwood pen holder that was specially made for it and tightly hugged Yunzhu's fingers, chirping "chee chee chee" and swinging its small tail back and forth, saying something unknown.

  Yongzheng nodded slightly, "It seems this mischievous monkey also likes you."

  "Your Majesty, may I take a look at that little monkey?" Hai Gui Ren's face was full of longing. Lately, she had been highly favored, and if it weren't for the precedents set by Qi Fei and Dun Su Huang Guifei in the past, and Su Da Ying in the present, she might have become arrogant. Towards Yun Zhu, she was respectful yet harbored a hint of jealousy, although she understood that Yun Zhu was only the emperor's daughter-in-law. At this moment, she couldn't help but feel envious, but she didn't dare to explicitly ask for the monkey, only requesting to "take a look".

  The voice was neither loud nor soft, and everyone heard it clearly. Yongzheng's expression didn't change as he glanced at her, just about to say something when Yunzhu had already pinched the little monkey off her finger and put it on a sandalwood plate, letting a nearby palace maid take it over to show Hai Guiren.

  The rich man stroked his belly, leaned forward to look at the anxious-looking finger monkey jumping around the pen holder, thought it was lovely and clever, and couldn't help but stretch out his index finger to tease it, thinking that it would also hold its own finger...

  "Ah!" A tiny blood stain immediately appeared on Haigui's hand, and she let out a startled cry. The monkey's strength was not great, but this scratch, although not painful, made Haigui's stomach feel somewhat uncomfortable, her face turned pale, and with a flick of her wrist, the wooden tray in the palace maid's hand was knocked to the ground along with the monkey.

  Under the schadenfreude gaze of Empress and Consort Xi, Yongzheng's face sank as he ordered the eunuchs and palace maids beside Imperial Noble Consort Hai: "Take her away."

  This is too embarrassing, where has the reunion dinner on New Year's Eve ever had a concubine leaving halfway through? Hai Guiren hastily hummed: "Your Majesty, I have stomach discomfort..."

  "Go and call a doctor to take a look at her." Yongzheng said to an eunuch standing beside him. He narrowed his eyes, watching the little monkey, which was smaller than his fist, rolling around under Yunzhu's feet, jumping up and down, chattering away trying to get her attention.

  Yunzhu picked it up and apologized: "Huang Ama, it's all Xiao Hou's fault for startling Hai Gui Ren——"

  "What's the point of arguing with a beast." Yongzheng didn't shift his anger. In fact, even if he was angry, the target would only be that troublemaker Yin Shi (Hai Guiren).

  After returning to his seat, Fu Hui hurried over and said, "Fourth Sister, it's so cute. Can I go see it when I have time?" He also really liked the capuchin monkey, which was given to Fourth Sister by the Emperor. Although he felt a bit disappointed, he was more envious and excited.

  "Sure, you can bring some nuts or fruits to feed it then."

  "Uh-huh."

  "We're going to go see..." Hu Duan Rou also leaned in and whispered, her envious gaze shifting to Yun Zhu's shoulder - the little monkey was already sitting there.

  "Good, welcome." Yunzhu responded with a curved eyebrow and eyes. She remembered seeing this kind of monkey before, which was clever by nature and loved to play tricks. After being domesticated, it could listen to its master's commands, such as when the master read books, it would sit neatly on the pen holder "listening attentively"; when the master wrote articles, it would jump down from the pen holder and quickly grind ink; when the master went out, it would guard the study room honestly and not let strangers enter... It was the most precious among all the brush monkeys.

  Put it in space for a while, and it should make it more spiritual. With this little thing to relieve boredom, the days should be more interesting... What's important is that tonight's letter has something to write about.

  When she smiled from the heart, like a small cat that was full and contented, very innocent and lovely. Yongzheng's lips curved slightly, suddenly wanting to touch her head, Yunzhu's filial piety and closeness to him were more like his own children than any of his sons or daughters.