Emperor Kangxi looked at the hand cream sent by Jiangxuexuan and summoned the imperial physician.
"What are the effects of this ointment?"
The imperial physicians who were able to enter the palace naturally had some skills. They took the ointment closer and smelled it, then picked out some, put it on their hands, spread it out, and after a while said, "Your Majesty, this ointment can be used as a hand cream. This servant can smell a few medicinal ingredients, but it is hard to say exactly what they are. It is very moisturizing when applied to the hands, and it is better than the one made by the Imperial Household Department."
Kangxi frowned. He had investigated Youqing's past. She rarely left the house, her stepmother treated her poorly, and she had no extraordinary experiences. How did she know about this prescription, which was even more effective than the one from the Imperial Household Department?
The people below said that she asked for medical books to read, but how could someone who knows nothing about medicine be able to develop such an exquisite prescription? Are medical books really that magical? Even the imperial physicians of the Imperial Hospital couldn't make a prescription, and she just casually read a few medical books and made one?
He simply couldn't believe there wasn't something fishy going on.
"I understand. Do not make this public. You may leave."
"This servant takes his leave."
After the imperial physician left, Kangxi looked at the hand cream in the porcelain box, his expression unchanged, but something was churning in his eyes.
He disliked things he couldn't control. Youqing was too special, so special that if he couldn't find out what her secret was, he wouldn't be able to tolerate her existence.
At this moment, Youqing had no idea that she was walking on the edge of a knife. She was eating, and the kitchen staff were doing their best, so she was enjoying her meal. Now that the weather wasn't so hot, Youqing wanted to change her diet. She hadn't eaten much spicy or oily food all summer, for fear of getting oily skin and pimples.
So Youqing instructed the kitchen to prepare a hot pot.
Of course, it's what people in Beijing call a hot pot, but the broth is made according to the recipe given by Youqing, and it's a yin-yang pot.
As she instructed, the kitchen served a large table laden with pots of food, frozen beef and mutton sliced as thin as paper from the cellar, seasonal vegetables, and freshly made meatballs.
Eating hot pot is naturally more lively when there are many people eating together. Youqing had just picked a day when Kangxi wouldn't be coming and was about to invite Sangzhu and the others to eat together when Kangxi's voice came.
"I can smell the delicious aroma in the courtyard. What did you eat today, my beloved?"
There was no sound of whips striking the ground. Now, when Kangxi came, he would launch a sneak attack. Youqing's eyes flashed with surprise, and then she quickly stood up and bowed: "This concubine greets Your Majesty."
Emperor Kangxi smiled and said, "My dear consort, there's no need for such formalities. What would you like to eat?"
I asked it again.
Youqing stood up and replied, "Your Majesty, I don't know why, but I suddenly wanted to eat hot pot today. My mouth was tasteless, and I wanted to eat something spicy, but I was afraid of getting a sore throat, so I had this hot pot made."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Kangxi looked at the hot pot with two broths on the table and all the ingredients on it, and said, "Hot pot with two broths, what a nice name. I haven't eaten yet, let's eat together!"
Could Youqing refuse?
She can't.
Although we don't know what brought Emperor Kangxi here, since he's here, we must treat him well.
So the "hot pot" originally planned for five people was eaten by Youqing and Kangxi alone. Kangxi, who was concerned about health, naturally did not eat much heavy-flavored food. After eating a lot, plus with Youqing eating with great relish next to him, it was just like watching a mukbang video. He was hungry even if he wasn't hungry, and he was even hungrier if he was hungry.
Unbeknownst to him, Emperor Kangxi ate quite a lot, almost twice as much as he usually did.
After finishing the meal, Emperor Kangxi belatedly realized that he had "broken the rules." However, it was only once, so it didn't matter. This hot pot had a unique flavor even if it wasn't eaten in winter. It was just a bit too spicy, and there was a lingering taste in his mouth after eating it.
After eating, we prepared hot water, washed up, and then lay down on the bed.
"My beloved concubine certainly knows how to eat."
"This humble servant is dull-witted, illiterate in poetry and literature, and unskilled in chess and painting. All I love is food. I hope Your Majesty will not find fault with me."
"I don't mind. It is often said that being able to eat is a blessing. My beloved concubine's ability to eat is a great blessing."
"Your Majesty, I am delighted by your kind words. Thank you for your kindness."
Kangxi held Youqing's hand, which was soft and smooth, and asked, "Slender fingers, hands as delicate as silk, my beloved's hands are especially beautiful." He then lifted her hand and smelled it, "There is also a fragrance of osmanthus, which is refreshing!" His tone was very gentle, as if he were whispering to his lover.
Under the candlelight, no matter how handsome the person in front of him was, there was a strange sense of unease. Could Kangxi have a hand fetish?
Youqing was terrified. In that instant, her mind was filled with terrifying images: a perverted hand fetishist who couldn't have the hand he desired, so he would make it into a specimen... She felt that the next moment, Kangxi would chop off her hand and make it into a specimen.
Terrified, fear flashed in Youqing's eyes, and her hands trembled slightly. In her heart, she cried out, "Mommy, I want to go home... Mommy, help me!"
But her "mother" from hundreds of years in the future couldn't save her. Kangxi noticed something was wrong with her; she seemed a little... frightening.
Fear?
For the first time, Kangxi reflected on himself. What had he done? Why was he so afraid?
Therefore, human joys and sorrows are not shared.
Emperor Kangxi certainly didn't have a hand fetish, but Youqing didn't know that.
"My beloved concubine, what's wrong?"
Kangxi's tone finally returned to normal.
Youqing breathed a slight sigh of relief. In the dim candlelight, Kangxi's face no longer looked so perverted.
"I'm fine, Your Majesty. Why are you staring at my hands? It's so embarrassing."
Emperor Kangxi: He is not blind; he can distinguish between fear and shyness.
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