Plum Blossom

  Qingfu and Nuomutu have a good relationship, they have known each other since childhood. Qingfu invited Nuomutu to gather at Longyuan Building, the two sat on the second floor, while on the first floor there was a singing girl wearing a moon-white dress, singing a gentle and moving tune.

  Qing Fu took a sip of wine and saw Nuomu looking downstairs, laughing: "You actually have a crush on that singing girl?"

  Nuo Mu Tu sneered and laughed: "She's not even as good as a third-rate maid, why would I look up to her? I just saw an acquaintance, that's all."

  Qing Fu stretched his neck to look down and saw that Hao Zheng was sitting in the front row, wearing a green robe, staring at the singing girl with some infatuation.

  Qing Fu turned his eyes and said: "You say, if I call that girl up, what will Hao Zhen do?"

  Nuo Mu Tu narrowed his eyes and stood up, saying: "I'll go to that side."

  Qing Fu lost his smile, what a sly head, seeing Nuomu Tu walking away, he turned to his servant Ba Tu and said: "Go tell the boss, let that girl come up and sing a song for me."

  Qing Fu watched from above, seeing Batu go down and say a few words to the shopkeeper. Then he saw Xiao Er Ge step forward and say a few words to the singing girl, who suddenly knelt on the ground and burst into tears. Emperor Kangxi had already taken big strides forward, his voice clear as day: "This girl doesn't want to, why must you make things difficult for her? As a human being, one should have some kindness. Bullying a weak woman like this, what kind of man is that?"

  The girl cried even louder, and Batu said angrily: "She herself is a singer in this place, what's wrong with asking our family to sing a song? We don't owe her any money! If she doesn't want to sing, why should she do this kind of thing? You can't have your cake and eat it too, wanting to be a prostitute but also wanting to be a respectable person. Where is such a good thing in the world? Even if you wanted to sing now, we wouldn't want you, crying and looking so gloomy!"

  Hao Zhen looked at the little white flower, which seemed pure and innocent, with a pitiful expression. She cried with tears streaming down her face, but stubbornly said: "What this young master says is too unpleasant! What has this humble woman done that is so shameful? You have actually slandered me like this, turning my good reputation into something like this. I won't be able to show my face in public anymore, and I don't want to live!"

  As soon as she saw the little white flower, she was about to hit the pillar. Haocen only felt a tightness in his chest and immediately rushed over to block the little white flower. The little white flower bumped into Haocen's arms, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at Haocen. Her eyes seemed to hold a thousand words, a mix of helplessness, joy, and pain. Haocen felt like all his internal organs were aching as he looked at her. The little white flower fainted in Haocen's arms.

  "Hao Zhen picked up Xiao Bai Hua and said with red eyes: 'Take this thing that doesn't know what's good for it and give it a good scolding!'"

  Hao Zhen's little brothers rushed up, Qing Fu narrowed his eyes and whistled, immediately several people also joined in, the onlookers around were all excitedly watching the commotion, only the boss was so angry that he almost fainted, until the city patrol officer appeared to end the fight.

  Ba Tu didn't know where he ran off to, and the only ones who got beaten up by Hao Zhen's servants were a group of rascals. As a result, within less than a day, the news that the eldest son of Duke Shuo had gotten into a big fight over a songstress spread throughout the 49 cities. The list of potential husbands on the Emperor's desk was revised without hesitation, and Hao Zhen's name was crossed out.

  Qing Fu and Nuomu sat in the private room, shoulder to shoulder, and said: "This little white flower is not a simple woman. If Hao Zheng continues like this, he will eventually be ruined by this woman."

  Nuo Mu sneered: "Sounds like you're quite perceptive, what does it matter to you whether Hao Zhen is good or bad?"

  Qing Fu burst out laughing and said: "You are indeed good at mocking others, but don't forget one thing, or else it won't be long before I'm a generation older than you."

  Nuo Mu's face turned black, and he stared at Qing Fu, saying: "It's like this today, I'll go back first."

  Qing helped Nomu up and patted him on the back: "Do a good job!" It was an elder's tone, and Nomu's face turned even darker.

  Under the deliberate manipulation of the person behind, the news has already entered the backyard. Mingyue is doing embroidery with Amuru, and she can hardly remember how many things she has done. This embroidery skill was also started from scratch, but fortunately, she was handy, and after a few days, it had taken shape.

  She bit off the thread, and heard Amuru say: "That Haotian is really incomprehensible, he fought over a song girl, the emperor will not let her be a princess."

  The moon passed through the years a little earlier than Ming Fei, and didn't know that Hao Zhen was called brain-dead by others. She only remembered that the relationship between Hao Zhen and Xiao Bai Hua in that TV series was really touching. In her heart, she sneered at Amuru, thinking that she probably didn't know what love was, but said: "He must have his reasons for doing so."

  Amuru didn't pick up on this topic, but instead asked Mingyue: "Sister, are you sure about that matter?"

  Mingyue smiled faintly, and Amuru suddenly felt that Mingyue was indeed a beautiful woman, with a pale and delicate complexion, and an inexplicable charm when she smiled.

  The bright moon shines through the open carved window and looks out at the road: "What I want to do must be done."

  Just as they were talking, a little maid came in from outside and said: "Young Madam, Master is back."

  Amururu hastily smoothed his hair and stood up to leave, while Mingyue also got up with him, but still couldn't help looking at Amururu with some disdain for being so clingy to a man.

  Qingfeng walked in and saw Mingyue was also there, he just nodded slightly, he didn't like his half-brother and half-sister either.

  The bright moon smiled with a face full of innocence and cuteness: "Now that brother is back, sister will no longer disturb here." While saying that, she winked at Amuru: "Sister-in-law, sister is leaving."

  Amuro's face turned red with embarrassment, but he thought this sister was considerate and said to Chikayoshi: "Please see off the second young lady for me."

  Qing Fu looked at the back of Ming Yue and frowned, then entered the inner room. Amuru also followed in. The maidservants helped Qing Fu change his clothes. Qing Fu said lightly: "Second sister, what brings you here?"

  "But just come over and keep me company, chat with me for a bit."

  Qing Fu turned his head and said to her: "If you have time, why not go accompany your mother more? Don't spend every day with people who are not worthy of socializing."

  Qing's sharp words pierced Amuru's heart, causing him to raise his head abruptly: "Am I spending my days with people who don't know the flow? Why didn't you say that your mother doesn't like bringing me along and doesn't care about my face at all? I'm the eldest daughter-in-law, not that little Hesheli! I just chatted with Mingyue for a bit, and you're already unhappy. What do you take me for? I am the legitimate wife of this household!"

  The girls saw that something was amiss and quietly retreated, leaving only Amuru's confidant behind.

  Qing Fu nodded slightly: "Yes, you are the legitimate wife."

  Amuru's fist hit the cotton, and she was choked with anger, unable to say a word. She stared blankly as Qingfu walked out of the room, and then collapsed onto the couch, sobbing uncontrollably.

  He Xier was in the main room, listening to Qingfu and Amuru quarreling again. Irritated, she rubbed her temples: "This is really a fate!"

  Mrs. Xu hurried forward to press down He Sheli's forehead: "Madam, don't worry, young people are like this, who isn't slowly ground down bit by bit, the days will pass and it will get better."

  Linlang handed a cup of hot tea to He Sheli and said, "I don't understand the big truth, I only know that in all things, one should take oneself as the master."

  "Heh, I'm to blame," she sighed. "I didn't see through Amuru's nature clearly. I just thought a daughter-in-law should be gentle and kind, but it turns out that's not kindness, it's foolishness... Alas, all I can hope for is that they'll gradually improve, or else I really will have wronged Qingfu. He originally..." The words trailed off into another sigh.

  She lowered her head and gently blew on the tea water in the bowl, suddenly saying: "By the way, does Second Miss often go to Amuru's place?"

  Linglong said: "Isn't that often? I heard from the other side, Ju Xiang said that Young Master's wife and Second Miss are very close, whenever they have free time, they're together, mysteriously."

  He Xie frowned, putting the tea bowl on the table: "You let someone investigate... see what they whisper about all day... Mingyue has really changed since returning from the ancestral temple."

  It is indeed exquisite.

  Mingfei had just coaxed Abao to sleep when a palace maid came in and said: "Concubine Rong requests an audience."

  Mingfei got up and thought about the recent events in the palace, but it seemed that there was nothing related to Rong Bin. She changed her clothes and entered the west side hall.

  Rong Pinni wore a lotus green cloud-patterned cheongsam, the light color making her look even more peaceful. Seeing Mingfei arrive, she hastily stood up and curtsied: "Your humble servant greets Your Highness."

  Mingfei's head and body had only a few pieces of jewelry, but it seemed that this uniqueness made her more mysterious and noble as a superior.

  Mingfei raised her hand: "Get up, give Rong Jun a seat."

  "Thank you, Imperial Noble Consort."

  Ming Fei looks gentle and harmless, but she never talks much. If you have something to ask her, generally speaking, if you don't speak up, she won't either.

  Rong Ai pinched her handkerchief, glanced at the palace maid Xiangxiang beside her, and said: "The slave has made a few small belly warmers for the fourth prince, I don't know if they meet the noble concubine's eyes."

  Ming Fei smiled faintly and said, "You're thoughtful, bring it out and let me take a look."

  Xiangliang walked a few steps forward and handed it to Sangzhi, who took it in her hand and then handed it to Peiyu, who presented it to Mingfei.

  Mingfei took the bellyband and rubbed it in her hands, feeling that it was made of good material. She also looked at the embroidered patterns on it, "A hundred sons causing a stir in spring", "Good fortune as one wishes", "Wealth and nobility bringing good fortune". The stitches were bright and fine, showing that great effort had been put into making it.

  Mingfei smiled and said: "Who embroidered this? The craftsmanship is so good?"

  Rong Gui covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "It's not worthy of Your Ladyship's praise, I'm just clumsy."

  Mingfei's eyes sparkled: "Why bother thinking so much, isn't there still needlework? I just saw that your eyes have bloodshot, it must be overexertion, don't do this in the future."

  Rong Gui hastily said: "As you said, your servant is a servant girl. What's wrong with serving the noble consort by doing some needlework? Which mother doesn't love her own child? If your servant does it well and Fourth Prince looks good wearing it, Your Ladyship will surely be delighted."

  Mingfei suddenly realized that this was about discussing the third brother's matter, and indeed, the third brother was already three years old, it was time for him to return. She managed the harem affairs and should be concerned about such things.

  Mingfei nodded and said: "Third Brother is also three years old now, right?"

  Rong Gui listened to Ming Fei and understood the meaning of her words, her eyes lit up: "Indeed, they have all passed their third birthday, it's time to call them four years old. It's really true that children grow up in the blink of an eye. Now they are still being raised outside, I remember that Da Ge also returned at the age of three." While speaking, she wiped away tears with her handkerchief: "Poor me, I only get to see them during Chinese New Year, and other times it's impossible to meet. That child has hardly seen the Emperor a few times, it's really..."

  Ming Fei said coolly: "Are you blaming the Emperor for raising Third Prince outside?"

  Rong Pinn was crying, and suddenly heard Ming Fei's words, frightened to kneel on the ground immediately: "The slave has no such intention, the slave has no such intention!"

  Mingfei sighed and said: "I know you didn't mean it, but others might not think so when they hear it. It's better to say less in the future. Alright, get up now, I understand."

  Mingfei's birthday is on the eighth of May, Kangxi means to have a good time, Mingfei doesn't quite agree, and presents Kangxi with a cup of hot tea. Sitting under Kangxi's lower head, she says: "Frugal things are what I myself proposed, now it's myself who wants to be extravagant, no need for grandeur, just called close relatives and friends to sit together and chat, watch plays and gather together."

  Six-month-old Abao can already sit up, wearing a red small dress, sitting on the couch next to Kangxi, holding a small drum and shaking it non-stop. Mingfei thought he was making too much noise and wanted someone to take him down, but Kangxi disagreed.

  Kangxi took the small drum from his son's hand, and with his fingers tapping on it, the two round wooden knobs tied to the strings above kept beating against the cowhide drumhead, producing a rapid and urgent "dang dang" sound.

  A Bao smiled and reached out his hand, Kangxi laughed and lifted his hand slightly.

  The son, who had been watching with a sullen expression, only returned the drum to his son when he turned to Mingfei and said, "But I just wanted to make you happy. If you don't want to have a big celebration, then we can just invite some close relatives over for a small gathering."

  Mingfei smiled slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. She didn't quite understand why Kangxi was so good to her cousin, whether it was because of their blood relationship or their husband-wife relationship. All she knew was that Kangxi had always been kind to her and often subtly protected her in his own unique way, indulging her.

  She looked at her son who had rolled back onto the couch, and started sucking on his own feet. She chuckled to herself before saying: "A few days ago, I sent someone to check on Third Brother, and the imperial physician also examined him. They said that he's already quite robust now. I was thinking, perhaps it's time for us to bring him back home? If we wait any longer, it might not be ideal."

  Kangxi pinched his son's soft foot and his expression also softened: "What you said is reasonable, let the Ministry of Rites choose a time to bring back Third Brother."

  Mingfei stood up and curtsied: "I, your servant, thank the Emperor on behalf of Third Brother." Kangxi smiled and pulled her down to sit beside him, even affectionately ruffling her hair: "Dahai has grown up too, Uncle is delighted."

  These two titles shook Ming Fei's unstable mind, yet she still leaned on Kang Xi's shoulder with a blush, and those distant memories also slowly emerged.

  Kangxi and Consort Tong had been playmates since childhood.

  It turned out that the phrase "childhood sweethearts" actually referred to Kangxi and Consort Tong. If she hadn't inherited the memories of the original Consort Tong, who knows what would be waiting for her now? Unfortunately, in this real world, there's no such thing as "what ifs".

  The author has something to say: I personally think that fan fiction is just a bunch of nonsense, but no matter what, as long as the beauties like it, that's all that matters. If you have any opinions or suggestions, please don't hesitate to share them, ╭(╯3╰)╮

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