Chapter 9 The Wedding
Galo tensed up immediately, but then slowly straightened her back.
Her eyes remained fixed on the bridge of the boy's nose.
"If Your Majesty has not taken a liking to Jialuo, you should just say so. Why insult me in this way?"
After she finished speaking, the surroundings became very quiet.
The two of them had now reached an arched bridge.
The area is shaded by trees and has a babbling brook.
The scenery was undeniably beautiful, yet the atmosphere between the two was indescribable.
Jialuo felt truly powerless; she hadn't come here to be empress for this kind of life.
“If Your Majesty finds it difficult to say, then let Jialuo bring it up; it will be just as good.”
"Your grace is boundless, and all under heaven are your subjects. Although Jialuo is far away in Khorchin, he also admires the strength of the Qing Dynasty."
"I am here solely to represent the sincerity of the entire Khorchin Borjigit clan towards our sovereign and father."
"Now that Jialuo has done a bad job, it is naturally Jialuo who should inform the Qing Dynasty and the entire Borjigit clan that they should return to the grasslands."
The girl's voice was sweet, yet every word was firm.
Her expression, however, was more composed and indifferent than before.
The only thing that didn't make me panic was that I didn't panic.
Fulin lowered his gaze slightly, his voice carrying a gentle smile, and said, "Does the princess mean she would rather go back than be the regent's wife?"
Tsk.
The tone sounded like a smile, but it made Galo feel extremely uncomfortable.
She gently curved her lips into a smile, her gaze shifting slightly downwards until it landed on the young man's lips, and said softly, "Your Majesty, I am here because of an imperial decree bestowing upon me the position of Empress of the Great Qing Dynasty, not because Your Majesty has come to grant me a marriage."
"Although you now hold power over the world, do you really believe that you have betrothed your cousin to the Regent Emperor?"
"If you take this seriously, has His Majesty considered whether it might chill the hearts of the Khorchin Mongol tribes? Does it mean he is underestimating my Borjigit clan?"
"If His Majesty was just joking with Jialuo, does that mean he treats Jialuo as a mere plaything?"
Today she has offended the Emperor, which is a serious crime.
But she had to admit that she had the confidence to say those words.
After speaking, Jialuo took a step back and bowed deeply.
"Jialuo wishes His Majesty a long life and a prosperous and flourishing Qing Dynasty."
After she finished speaking, she turned to leave.
The eunuchs in the distance panicked when they saw the two of them like this.
Chun'an was wondering whether she should try to persuade Jialuo to stay.
"Borzigit's."
Suddenly, a boy's voice came from behind.
Upon hearing this, Jialuo stopped in her tracks, took a deep breath, and then turned around.
"Does His Majesty have anything else to say to Jialuo, or to Abu?"
The moment she turned around, the first thing she saw was the man's dragon robe.
The light blue dragon robe was, of course, exquisite.
The five-clawed golden dragon painted on its chest was incredibly lifelike.
But then she suddenly remembered the woman she had just seen.
The woman was wearing a light blue cheongsam; she was beautiful and gentle.
The gaze that looked over was watery.
She felt as if her eyes had been pricked by needles, and she quickly looked away.
She feared that the Shunzhi Emperor would find out that she had noticed something amiss.
This matter is extraordinary. If anything goes wrong and she doesn't handle it well, her situation could become very dangerous.
After seeing her turn around, the boy hesitated for a moment, but did not speak. He simply kept his gaze on her.
He paused for a moment, then said, “Cousin, you are intelligent and wise. Now that you know this wedding is a national wedding and that you represent the Borjigit clan, you should also know that this world belongs to me.”
"There are things that should and shouldn't be done, and people that shouldn't be seen. I think you, cousin, know that too."
Jialuo let out a silent breath, lowered her eyes to look at the cracks in the floor tiles, bowed again, and said in a low voice, "Jialuo will respectfully follow His Majesty's teachings."
"Na Jialuo will take his leave now."
Jialu bowed, paused for a moment, and, not hearing the boy's voice of obstruction again, turned and left.
She walked at a brisk pace, even seeming to quicken her pace slightly.
Until you walk down the arched bridge and around the corridor.
Only then did she turn around.
At the end of the corridor, a stone-carved archway frames a boy standing by the railing, creating a scene within the painting.
Amidst verdant trees, a white jade-covered bridge, and a clear blue sky, a young man stands with his arms outstretched, his figure elegant and graceful. He gazes into the distance, his face obscured, as if he is about to ride the wind and fly away to the vast, carefree sky.
Jialuo paused, and at that moment she suddenly felt that Shunzhi might be lonely.
But the throne is above all others, and he was originally "the lonely one".
But she was just an ordinary person, and the desires of ordinary people were the greatest tonic for her!
Having just left the palace, she noticed it wasn't very late and there was still some time before curfew. She instructed the carriage to stop at a shop to buy some freshly made smoked pork belly, roasted venison, and even some braised beef before returning home.
As soon as I entered the yard, I saw that my brother had already set up the grill.
The charcoal is glowing red from being burned, yet there's not a trace of smoke in it.
A grid-like grill is placed on top, and fresh meat is carefully placed on it.
The sizzling sound and the aroma of meat instantly filled the air.
This instantly soothed her agitated heart.
Inside the post station, the two siblings seemed unconcerned about the unpredictable events unfolding before them.
During their time in Beijing, the brother and sister not only didn't lose weight, but they even gained a little weight.
Jialuo's main feature is his height, while Darima has become increasingly robust.
The Emperor and the court remained deadlocked, and he did not agree to marry Jialuo and have her move into the Empress's palace.
There was much discussion in the court, but Jialuo remained extremely calm, spending her days traveling and enjoying herself with her fourth brother.
On this day, Jialuo was shocked to learn that her father, the Regent, was critically ill!
At that time, Jialuo was listening to the Empress's instructions beside Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang.
Suddenly, a eunuch rushed in and, as soon as he knelt down, told them what had happened.
Jialuo immediately looked at Empress Xiaozhuangwen.
Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang's expression hardened, and she immediately asked, "What did the imperial physician say?"
"They say the injury is serious, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
"I'm afraid this is not good."
"presumptuous!"
She raised her voice slightly and shouted.
"Go, present this imperial decree, instructing the imperial physicians to treat the patient with utmost care, and to execute their entire families if they dare to do anything wrong!"
The eunuch trembled and kowtowed, saying, "Yes, sir."
He crouched down and ran out as fast as he could.
Sumala waved his hand, signaling all the palace maids around him to retreat.
The palace maid quietly withdrew, leaving only the three of them in the room.
Jialu looked at Empress Xiaozhuangwen, then rose to take her leave.
“Aunt, such a major event has occurred, you must be…”
Before she could finish speaking, Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang raised her hand to interrupt her, and said in a gentle voice, "No need. Now that Prince Rui is critically ill, there are many things to deal with in the harem. You have been listening to me for so long, you should learn to see what kind of position the harem holds in our Qing Dynasty."
Jialuo nodded obediently and replied, "Yes, Aunt, Jialuo will definitely study hard and pay attention."
The rumors surrounding Dorgon and Dayuer have been discussed extensively even in later generations.
However, Jialuo did not notice anything unusual about her aunt's face.
In the afternoon, as usual, she bid farewell to her aunt and left the palace.
Only after Jialuo left did Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang place the eighteen coins in her hand on the low table.
The jade and sandalwood made a crisp sound when they touched.
But Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang seemed oblivious, turning her head to watch through the half-open window as the slender, graceful figure disappeared from sight.
The light and shadow left only a red wall.
Silence fell over the room.
Sumala looked at his master with a hesitant expression, as if he wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.
“When I was Jialuo’s age, I had already married Huang Taiji.”
The woman's gentle voice carried a hint of loneliness.
"I once lied to Dorgon, telling him that he regretted his choice to marry Huang Taiji."
"He is the love of my life."
"Empress Dowager,"
Sumala stepped forward and sat on the couch on the other side. Looking at her master, whom she had accompanied since childhood, with a somewhat worried expression, she couldn't help but say, "Princess, don't worry. Prince Rui is protected by his ancestors. He has only fallen from his horse. He will definitely be alright."
Upon hearing this, Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang shook her head and looked at Su Mala, saying softly, "I have a feeling that he is about to leave me."
Su Mala stiffened, as if he had just learned something. He opened his mouth, but didn't utter a single word.
Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang looked at her frightened appearance and seemed to find her somewhat amusing. She curled her lips slightly, but there was a hint of tears in her eyes.
………
At this moment, Dorgon lies unconscious inside the Chengde Mountain Resort.
His face turned pale one moment and then flushed the next.
His body temperature fluctuated wildly, leaving the imperial physicians helpless and unsure of what medicine to prescribe.
Suddenly, his body jerked violently, as if his left side had been forcefully straightened, and white foam appeared in his mouth.
"ah!"
One of the imperial physicians, who was changing Dorgon's bandages, exclaimed in surprise, and immediately all the imperial physicians in the room gathered around.
"Wind Strike?"
"When did the Regent contract this illness?!"
"Has any medicine been used to treat it?"
"No!"
One of the imperial physicians stepped forward, holding a medicine register in his hand. Pointing to the record of the last consultation, he said, "There is no record of the Regent having a history of wind-related illness!"
The official glanced at the document and stepped forward, bowing softly to Dorgon, whose eyes were darting around, and said, "Your Majesty, the situation is urgent. Please forgive my offense."
He reached out to take his pulse, then his expression changed. He immediately ordered someone to bring the silver needles, but without even glancing at them, he inserted them directly into the top of his head.
This one injection miraculously made Dorgon's left side less tense.
But then he didn't hesitate to insert a few more needles, and Dorgon finally calmed down, his body went limp, his eyes slowly closed, and he fell asleep.
All the imperial physicians in the room breathed a sigh of relief. The chief physician even sat weakly in his chair, covered in sweat.
After that, his body temperature stabilized. Everyone discussed the medication and arranged for one person to stand guard while the rest went to wait in the outer room.
The chief physician personally went to the side room to brew the medicine, not daring to entrust it to anyone else.
At this moment, a young imperial physician who had been in office for three years walked over and said to the chief physician with a respectful tone, "Chief physician, are you feeling tired?"
A note from the author:
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Waaaaah, I made it! I made it!
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