Chapter 114 Little Princess: In ancient times, Zhao Gao called a deer a horse, and now she is calling someone...
In ancient times, Zhao Gao called a deer a horse. Today, she asked people to find the horse. The deep meaning behind both stories is the same, which is to see whether people are loyal.
Mu Xue gave an order, and immediately the deputy governor led people with torches to search the city for horses.
When it was time to go to bed, Rong'er undid Muxue's hair bun, and two first-class maids made the embroidered bed. Two little servants brought clean water, a washbasin, and a towel to help her wash.
After I changed into my pajamas, a maid came in with a message saying that the horse had been found.
Mu Xue nodded, indicating that she understood.
Rong Er helped Mu Xue sit down on the Huanghuali bed and said, "This deputy governor finally understands things."
"I don't bother to care about him if he doesn't cause any trouble." Mu Xue yawned softly, "Go to sleep."
Ronger agreed, put down the flowing light curtain, instructed the maids to turn off the lights, and slept on the felt carpet outside the step-down bed. After the princess became pregnant, she changed to a step-down bed to make it easier for her personal maid to watch over her at night.
In the night, Muxue closed her eyes and lay on her side. She reached under the pillow and touched the silver-sheathed knife that Dorji had given her. With the faint sound of autumn cicadas, her consciousness gradually faded.
After sleeping for a while, she suddenly heard a slight noise outside. Rong Er called softly, "Princess...Princess? They said that the prince consort has returned."
The prince consort has come back?
Muxue opened her eyes in a daze and took in the night scene in the room.
You came back so late at night?
Dorji rode here at full speed, and should have camped outside for a night and set off again in the morning. However, he estimated the distance and didn't want to wait another day, so he simply left the main force behind and led a dozen personal guards, galloping over like an army.
The soldiers guarding the city were shocked when they saw this, thinking that there was some urgent military information. After the officer verified his identity and asked him questions, the young Khalkha prince just said: "I miss the princess and can't wait to see her."
As soon as he received Mu Xue's letter, he wanted to fly back. However, the letter was full of sincerity and consideration for him. He must first appease the people in Kulun and take care of things before returning. Dorji had no choice but to delay for some time to take care of everything one by one before he hurriedly set off on his journey home.
Strange, it shouldn't be called "homeward journey", this is not his hometown. However, when he thought of Mu Xue in this city, he inexplicably thought of these two words.
He galloped across the vast grasslands and deserts and finally returned to her side.
As the two rosewood carved partition doors opened, Dorji appeared in Muxue's sight, bringing the chill of the night.
The first thing he said when he saw her was, "I'm sorry I'm late."
Then he opened his arms to hug her, but when he saw her bulging belly, he stopped suddenly. He didn't know how to hug her, for fear of making her feel uncomfortable.
Mu Xue smiled and reached out to hug him gently: "You're back."
"Yeah, I'm back."
After a few days, it began to snow, lightly and softly, covering the vast land like a cotton quilt, whether inside or outside the city, on the grassland or in the fields.
Although it was cold outside, the house was warm. In the charcoal basin, the red charcoal was burning brightly, making a slight crackling sound.
Muxue leaned against the back of the fine sheepfelt chair, her brows lowered, looking at Dorji who was massaging her legs.
Since he came back, he pushed Rong'er and other personal maids aside, serving her tea, massaging her legs, and making her laugh. He served her very attentively, and even learned some massage techniques from the doctor, massaging her every day. While massaging, he would also tell her about Mobei.
The cattle and sheep were all good, and the number of them increased, and they were still traded. The schools she had been thinking about were now built in five or six banners, and the herders were given lessons in their spare time. In the trading city north of Kulun, they and the Luosha had already enclosed land on both sides, and the first batch of merchants had set up tents there, and the cavalry of the Tushetu Khanate often patrolled there.
"I went to see them once. The Luosha merchants had some good furs. I picked out a few good ones and brought them here this time. I'm giving them to your embroiderer to teach them to cut them for you to wear." Dorji looked up and said, "I'll make two for the little one. There's a small sea dragon skin with a nice fur color, which happens to be the same color as the big one. You can both wear them when the time comes."
His wife and children all wore the same sea dragon fur coats. Just thinking about it, Dorji couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
Mu Xue joked: "Then the little guy should thank you in advance, hey——"
"What's wrong?" Dorji stood up immediately, looking nervous.
"It moved a little." Mu Xue patted her belly, "Do you want to listen?"
"Can you hear me?"
Dorji approached cautiously and put his ear to her belly. He listened for a while, but there was no movement. "It seems that you don't give face..." He only said a few words, and suddenly, his eyes widened.
"It moved!" He looked up in surprise, "I felt it."
It's his and Mu Xue's child!
The little guy kicked twice to show his presence. Dorji frowned and looked up at Muxue: "Does it make you uncomfortable if it moves so much?"
The tone of his voice sounded as if he was eager to teach someone a lesson.
Mu Xue couldn't help but smile: "It's okay."
Dorji looked serious and said to her belly, "Little guy, don't bully your mother, do you hear me? Otherwise, when you come out, your father will teach you a lesson."
Mu Xue laughed so hard that her shoulders shook: "How can you scare a child like this?"
"Yes," Dorji sat down next to her, "Anyway, it has to know that no matter what, it can't surpass you here."
As the two were talking, Rong'er came in from outside and reported quietly that dinner was ready.
"Please serve the food." Mu Xue said.
The servants brought in the dining table and food boxes and set up two tables.
The most eye-catching thing is a pot of Maoxuewang, which is placed in a casserole and simmered on a small red clay stove. When the lid is opened, bubbles start to bubble up, and the aroma overbearingly penetrates into people's noses, and the spicy fragrance lingers in the room.
The soup base is beef bone broth that has been simmered for several hours. The hot red oil is soaked in tripe, hand-beaten meatballs, fresh pork slices, lamb, bean sprouts and other ingredients.
Mu Xue was thinking about this, she picked up the tripe with chopsticks, bit it, it was crispy at first, then full of spicy and fresh flavor. But she didn't dare to eat more, because Qiu Hua and the female doctor were watching her eagerly, so she asked Duo Erji to eat, and she ate the other light side dishes.
Dorji understood her intention and deliberately ate the food with a sense of happiness as if he were enjoying the delicious food. Muxue smiled as if she was watching a food show.
The Chinese New Year is coming soon. This year, farmers and merchants were informed early, hoping to have some fun together on New Year's Eve and put on some new programs like community opera.
This year is a good year, and both businessmen and farmers have a good harvest. So during the winter, they have time to rehearse the show.
On New Year's Eve, a lively Spring Festival Gala was held on the specially renovated stage on the left side of the Princess's Mansion.
Surrounded by Dorji and a group of followers, Muxue was dressed warmly and stood on a high platform in the mansion, looking for a long time.
The programs were all quite simple, with people playing musical instruments and singing folk songs. What impressed her most was an opera in which two little girls sang "Butterfly Lovers" in a very realistic way with clear voices.
Dorji couldn't quite understand the opera, so Muxue explained the story to him. Dorji was a little confused.
"Does Liang Shanbo really like Zhu Yingtai?"
"He was moved, otherwise why would he say that he would never dare to look at Guanyin again after Zhu Yingtai told him that I played Guanyin every year."
"This is too roundabout," Dorji raised his eyebrows and said, "If you like her, you have to let her feel it clearly."
Mu Xue said with a smile: "Then it's not Liang Shanbo, it's you."
Seeing that the play was over, she told her attendants to bring some candies to reward people. It was already dark, and after the play, fireworks were set off.
Muxue and Dorji looked at the fireworks side by side.
Another year has passed.
On the 16th day of the first lunar month, the remaining dumplings from the Lantern Festival had not been eaten yet, and the dusk snow started.
Everyone had made preparations beforehand and had set up the delivery room. Qiuhua immediately led the female doctor, the midwife and others to escort the princess into the delivery room.
Dorji was stopped outside. According to both Mongolian and Manchu customs, men were not allowed to enter the delivery room.
With a gloomy face, he paced back and forth in the courtyard. Finally, he lifted up his robe and knelt on the cold bluestone bricks.
“God of Heaven,” he put his hands together, his voice trembling, “Please bless my wife to be safe and sound. I am willing to reduce my life by ten years. No, anything is fine!” His voice choked with sobs, “I just hope she is safe, I just hope she is safe…”
A teardrop fell on the bluestone slab, followed by a second and a third. This man, who was usually as cheerful as the morning sun, was now kneeling in the courtyard, weeping.
Aunt Kang who was watching outside was shocked. In her life, she had never seen any prince or nobleman behave like this when his wife was giving birth!
But when she came to her senses, she also knelt on the ground and prayed for the princess's safety.
From Changshengtian to Shaman to Tathagata Buddha, I prayed to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and finally I heard the loud cry of a baby.
"It's born, the princess is born safely!" Mother Zhao opened the door, her face full of joy.
Dorji got up and stumbled over. He insisted on going in regardless of anyone trying to stop him. The room was still filled with the smell of blood. Qiuhua and other female doctors were waiting for him. Muxue was lying on the bed, her hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her face. She tilted her head slightly when she heard the noise.
She is still fine. Dorji's heart finally settled down. He rushed to the bed, held her hand, and sobbed.
"I'm fine." Mu Xue said weakly, "Where's the child?"
"Here," said Madam Wu, moving closer. They had just tidied up the child and wrapped him in swaddling clothes.
It was only then that Dorji noticed the small swaddling clothes in Aunt Wu's arms. With his fingers trembling slightly, he took the child and showed it to Muxue.
This child's cry is really loud, he was born with a loud voice.
"Look at your fingers and toes." Mu Xue said.
Dorji agreed and immediately began to count his fingers, not one more and not one less. Aunt Wu looked at the actions of the new parents and couldn't help but laugh: "I've counted, the little princess is healthy."
The two of them realized belatedly that it was a little princess.
The news that the Fourth Princess's Mansion had a new little girl was immediately sent to the capital at full speed.
Emperor Kangxi heard this and smiled: "The fourth girl has become a mother now. Since she is a little princess, we should keep her by our side. Ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to prepare a generous gift and send it to her."
He had many children and grandchildren. When he heard the news, he was happy for a while, but he was not extremely happy.
Instead, he went to check on the homework of the Crown Prince's son, his eldest grandson Hongxi, in the afternoon. He was his most beloved grandson.
Hongxi's homework was very good. Kangxi praised him, "Not bad. Your calligraphy is better than your uncle's. I want the emperor to give you a reward."
The child Hongxi asked, "Can my grandson go visit my father?"
Crown Prince Yinreng fell ill while accompanying Emperor Kangxi on his southern tour, so Emperor Kangxi returned to Beijing first and left the crown prince to recuperate there.
Kangxi touched his melon-shaped cap and said, "No, Suo Etu will bring him back."
Thousands of miles away, the prince lying on the bed was complaining to Soetu: "Khan Ama actually left like this, leaving me here."
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