Su Peisheng brought all the clothes and changed into them in the main courtyard. Fourth Master gave a few instructions to Fu Jin, and then instructed Li Shi and Song Shi to take good care of the children, so he didn't need anyone to go out to the front yard, and he left directly.
After seeing off Fourth Master, the crowd dispersed. Ye Zao hadn't eaten breakfast and was very hungry. Ah Yuan supported him all the way back to Jin Yu Pavilion, the sky was still dark.
He simply fell over: "Eat when you wake up."
Fourth Master walked away, just like he had gone to see the King of Hell.
The big and small ghosts in the house are probably unbearable now, let's sleep first.
I don't know how I'll get through these next few months.
Have to say, whether I like it or not is another matter, but when Fourth Master was in the mansion, she was much safer.
A-Yuan responded with a sound, took care of her sleep, and then came out to whisper to A-Ling: "Everything else is fine, but now that the master has left, two cooks have followed him, I'm afraid our food won't be as good as before."
"It won't be, will it? Let's wait and see for a few days. If things don't go well, we can only endure it. Since Master is not here, it's better to bear with it for now." Ah Ling said.
A-Yuan nodded, there was no other way anyway.
Fortunately, Master sent someone to deliver a lot of silver yesterday, I guess it's also because he was afraid that Miss would be inconvenienced?
As long as the empress and the imperial concubines don't intentionally suppress her, she can still hold on for a few more months.
Money makes things easier.
The empress returned to the main hall and removed her hairpins, intending to take a nap. Before sleeping, she instructed: "Pass on the message to all places, do things as usual."
Yang Ayi responded with a "yes" and waited until she lay down.
It's really too early, there's nothing to do at this time, it's very cold in the winter morning, I'd rather sleep a bit more.
Fourth Master entered the palace first.
Met Kangxi in the Palace of Heavenly Purity with Prince Zheng of the First Rank.
"You all go, with the boss here, I am very reassured. I wish you an early triumph." Kangxi sat on a soft couch, wearing casual clothes.
It's just a suppression of bandits, it doesn't count as anything major, so there isn't any formal expeditionary protocol.
The crown prince continued: "I also wish for your elder brother and fourth younger brother to return triumphantly as soon as possible."
I don't want to say another word.
"The prince, you can send them out of the city." The Kangxi Emperor smiled slightly.
The crown prince nodded his head and responded with a "yes".
Zhenguo Wang hastily said he didn't dare and followed the prince out of the door.
Fortunately, it was also a peaceful departure, and naturally, they left the city through Deshengmen Gate, which has always been the gate that large armies depart from.
One day when he returned triumphantly, he should enter the capital from the Anding Gate.
Although the King of Directly Administered Prefecture led 50,000 troops southward, they were not all brought from the capital.
In the capital, there are only eight banner sons, and there are only five thousand people. The rest of the troops are waiting in the place of the Governor-General of Sichuan and Shaanxi.
Before parting, the prince was exceptionally calm and composed.
The Marquis of Zhiguang was somewhat difficult to express.
He felt that relying on his memory was a bit too much like cheating.
"Thank you, Prince, for seeing me off. I will definitely return triumphantly and not disappoint the Emperor's and your expectations." The Straight Duke bowed his hands and rode on horseback.
"Big brother has always been brave and good at fighting, I am at ease. Big brother is both civil and martial, it's a blessing for our Great Qing." The prince also smiled and cupped his hands: "Take care, big brother, take care, fourth brother."
Fourth Master hastily said: "My brother thanks Your Highness."
The prince looked at their backs as they rode away on horseback and couldn't help but feel a little envious.
He didn't have experience of leading troops to suppress bandits, nor was he as brave and skilled in battle like his elder brother.
He used to think it was unnecessary, now... he knows, there is no chance.
The crown prince dispersed everyone and rode his horse to Fengying's small courtyard after circling around a few times.
The weather is nice, Fengying is wrapping straw around a small tree in the yard.
With her back to the prince, her beautiful figure was wrapped in a padded jacket, and her hair was casually held together with a gold pin. She seemed to be wearing earrings on her ears, and she was moving, so the prince couldn't see very clearly.
Everyone was stopped from speaking by the prince, he walked over slowly.
Phoenix shadow took the straw mat and wrapped it around the sapling, then tied it up with a cloth strip.
The weather was fine, but it was winter, her delicate white hands had turned a bit red, and so were her ears.
The prince quietly stood behind her, watching her do these things that seemed almost unnecessary in his eyes.
She seems... particularly fond of doing things that others can be called upon to do.
The prince didn't believe it, the woman here would not serve wholeheartedly, no more than that, she just liked it...
But why?
What women like should be exquisite jewelry, beautiful fabrics, or elegant calligraphy and painting, liking a word of chess and piano.
Why does this woman like these simple and even rough things?
Feng Ying tied up the straw on the sapling and stood up with a pat of her hand.
"Ah..."
She fell into the crown prince's arms and was startled, then quickly turned her head back and retreated to the crown prince's chest.
It was him, and he hastily touched his chest.
I was scared to death and before I could even say anything, I was swept up in a horizontal hug by the crown prince.
Her face was frozen red, and this time she still had a fright and shyness, and became even redder. There was a kind of happy feeling in her heart to see him.
After all, we parted last time, and I thought we wouldn't see each other again this year. But it's only been a few days, and we've met again. How can I not be happy?
The crown prince's mouth hooked up with joy, and those suppressed things in his heart seemed to have gone far away.
Inside the house, the charcoal fire was burning brightly. The young master put her down and asked: "Why did you do those things yourself?"
"This tree was planted by me and I took care of it myself. It's a peach tree, in a few years we'll have peaches to eat." Feng Ying said while washing her hands.
"You know a lot of things." This sentence is not a question, but a certainty.
He knew for sure that Feng Ying understood a lot of things.
"Yes, it's all in the books. Why has the Crown Prince come today? Isn't today supposed to be..." She remembered that the Direct Vassal King was going to war and the Crown Prince might not be happy, so she didn't continue speaking.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have spoken out of turn." Feng Ying smiled awkwardly.
It turned out that the prince followed and laughed: "Nothing, this is a fact. I sent them away and came to you. What's good for lunch? Didn't eat well for breakfast."
Having breakfast with Empress Dowager is naturally unpleasant.
"How about I give you some dim sum first? I made them myself, learned from Wu Ma." Feng Ying said, and then called someone to bring them over.
The prince nodded, very interested.
After having some snacks, the prince suddenly felt a sense of melancholy: "You really don't fit in with the palace..."
"Huh? How could Prince suddenly say this? Didn't we already agree that I wouldn't enter the palace?" Feng Ying lost her smile.
"You're a lonely woman......" Entering the palace, she doesn't fit in.
She did not enter the palace, and the Crown Prince often wanted to see her, which was indeed difficult.
At this moment, Feng Ying suddenly understood the meaning of the prince.
Yes, she can be careless and live as a mistress all her life, staying outside forever.
But...the prince would also want to see her, what should he do?
"I'm sorry..." Feng Ying said with a guilty tone.