si-mexico Chapter 282 Consort Fucha
Chapter 282 Consort Fucha
The son has become emperor, where will he first set fire to?
That's it, I'm out of ideas, I don't know how to write this anymore.
Has anyone offered any advice?
Time quickly came for Nian Shilan and her companions to visit the Old Summer Palace.
Besides the concubines in the harem
Nian Shilan not only took Da Pang Ju with her, but also the Empress Dowager.
These two people she hated most would now be waiting to die in the Yuanmingyuan.
At the palace gate, Fucha Peiyun and Hongchang led the entire court of civil and military officials, as well as the princesses, to see them off.
Hongchang stood in front of the big orange car, his eyes filled with reluctance and worry:
"Father, you must rest and recuperate properly when you go to the Yuanmingyuan."
Your son will visit you at the Yuanmingyuan Garden from time to time, so you need not worry about state affairs.
Your Majesty, I will certainly heed the advice of the regents and handle state affairs properly; you can rest assured.
The chubby orange cat gazed at his son through the car window.
His originally cloudy eyes were filled with complexity.
But he quickly came to terms with it.
After all, the throne has already been passed to Hongchang, so what is there for him to hesitate about now?
It would be better to recuperate properly in the Yuanmingyuan and see if he can live for another two years.
The chubby orange cat stretched out its hand, trembling slightly, and waved to Hongchang outside the window, signaling him to rest assured.
Then, he slowly lowered the carriage curtain, isolating himself from the outside world.
Seeing this, Fucha Peiyun originally wanted to feign concern and say a few words to the chubby orange,
Unexpectedly, he so readily lowered the curtain.
Fucha Peiyun was slightly taken aback, then smiled calmly, not caring about it at all.
She turned to look at Nian Shilan, and took Nian Shilan's hand, leading her to the side.
Shilan,
"Shilan, you must take good care of yourself when you get to the Yuanmingyuan."
"Whenever you have time, come back to the palace to talk to me."
Nian Shilan's smile was bright and radiant:
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself."
Fucha Peiyun continued:
"When you have time, remember to come back to the palace and keep me company."
Chat with me, I get very lonely all by myself in the palace.
"Don't forget about me as soon as you leave the palace."
Nian Shilan rolled her eyes at Fucha Peiyun:
Don't worry.
Fucha Peiyun took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and placed it in Nian Shilan's palm.
"Take this medicine,"
She lowered her voice and said, "If you want that mother and child to die sooner, then this medicine is unnecessary."
But if you don't want them to die so quickly, then wait for the right moment and feed them one.
Nian Shilan took the porcelain bottle, paused for a moment, and then understood what Fucha Peiyun meant.
Nian Shilan smiled slightly and said softly, "I understand. You've thought of everything."
Nian Shilan quickly took the porcelain vase, hid it in her sleeve, then nodded knowingly and whispered:
"I understand. You've prepared everything perfectly."
She carefully tucked the porcelain vase into her sleeve, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
From now on, the life and death of that disgusting mother and child will be in her hands.
After bidding farewell to Nian Shilan, Fucha Peiyun looked at Feng Ruozhao and the others.
"You all need to take good care of yourselves. The princesses are doing well in the palace, so you don't need to worry about them."
Feng Ruozhao and the others nodded, their eyes filled with gratitude and reluctance.
Soon it was time for the convoy to set off.
With a command, the convoy slowly started moving, with Nian Shilan leading the Empress Dowager and Big Fat Orange.
Along with a group of concubines, they headed towards the Yuanmingyuan Garden.
The wheels rolled, dust billowed, and gradually the convoy disappeared from everyone's sight.
Fucha Peiyun stood on the palace wall, watching the convoy depart.
Watching the convoy disappear, Fucha Peiyun withdrew her gaze and turned to Hongchang beside her, saying:
"Hongchang, you just need to focus on handling state affairs."
You don't need to worry about anything else.
Hongchang respectfully replied, "With Mother here, I am at ease."
When our son has time, we can go to the Old Summer Palace to visit Nian'e's family.
Fucha Peiyun smiled with satisfaction, feeling very pleased with Hongchang's filial piety.
Fucha Peiyun nodded slightly and said:
"Alright, when the court affairs are a little less busy, let's go to the Yuanmingyuan to see them."
But you must also remember that state affairs are of paramount importance; you must not let personal matters interfere with national affairs.
Hongchang nodded repeatedly, replying solemnly:
"Your son understands. Your son will certainly prioritize matters of state and will not disappoint you, Mother."
Hongchang paused for a moment, then continued:
“Mother, it’s windy around the palace walls. Let me take you back to Kunning Palace.”
Fucha Peiyun's lips curled into a faint smile. She nodded slightly and said softly:
"Okay, let's go then."
Having said that, Fucha Peiyun turned around and walked forward slowly with light steps.
Seeing this, Hongchang quickly caught up, staying close to her and carefully supporting her arm.
I was afraid she would fall.
Fucha Peiyun looked at Hongchang's cautious and careful demeanor,
She couldn't help but find it a little funny, and shook her head helplessly, laughing:
"What? Has Hongchang forgotten all of his mother's abilities?"
Although Fucha Peiyun's voice carried a hint of teasing,
But those eyes clearly revealed a deep tenderness.
Upon hearing this, Hongchang immediately wore an embarrassed smile and quickly explained:
"Mother, what are you saying?"
Where do you look old?
Look at you, you look exactly the same as you did back then.
He paused slightly, then continued:
"If my son hadn't always remembered your birthday, he might have mistaken you for someone who just entered the palace this year."
Fucha Peiyun: "In the blink of an eye, thirteen years have passed since my mother entered the palace."
Thirteen years...time really flies.
After seeing Nian Shilan and the others off, all the palace affairs fell into the hands of Fucha Peiyun.
But with the chubby orange-haired concubine gone from the harem, things became much less hectic.
Furthermore, after Fucha Peiyun was made empress, her duties in the palace were taken over by Ye'er and others.
From now on, let Ye'er and the others take care of everything.
Once Hongchang has an empress, then hand it over to the empress.
However, Hongchang is still young, and the matter of becoming empress is still far off.
Palace affairs are being managed by someone, and Hongchang has nothing major to do in the previous dynasty for the time being.
Fucha Peiyun then began to busy herself with the princesses' martial arts training.
Shuhe and Wenyi started practicing horse stance and learning to ride horses and shoot arrows as soon as they turned six.
But these are just the basics; Fucha Peiyun wants to teach her something more advanced.
Just like the experts around her, such as Ye'er and Xue'er.
Xue'er and Liu'er were specially sent to the princess to teach Wenyi and the others.
"Xue'er, Liu'er," Fucha Peiyun called softly.
"From this day forward, you will go and teach Wenyi and the others under the princess's tutelage."
It's not just about horseback riding and archery; we also need to teach them real martial arts.
I hope they can become true masters, just like you.
Xue'er had no objection to Fucha Peiyun's arrangements.
Liu'er hesitated, "Your Highness, do you intend to teach the princesses advanced martial arts?"
Aren't you afraid that one day they might harbor disloyal thoughts and harm the Emperor?
Fucha Peiyun smiled confidently, "I've watched Shuhe and Wenyi grow up since they were little."
I taught them many things, and I know their temperaments very well.
Furthermore, the princesses in the palace were previously not valued.
They knew in their hearts that only by relying on me and the Emperor could they have a good future.
They knew how to be grateful and understood the responsibilities they bore, and would never do anything detrimental to the emperor.
Furthermore, if they truly harbor ulterior motives, I will detect it immediately.
And I also believe that with Hongchang's abilities, he won't be unable to control them.
You can go ahead and teach with confidence; I will fully support you.
Upon hearing this, Liu'er instantly realized that her worries were unnecessary.
"Your Majesty was personally taught by you, and he is wise and powerful. How could the princesses possibly harbor any disloyal thoughts?"
"I'm just worrying too much."
Fucha Peiyun smiled slightly and continued:
"The princesses have lived in the palace since childhood. Although they have a noble status, they are inevitably subject to some constraints."
I hope that through martial arts training, they can become more resilient and independent, and not be limited by traditional ideas.
Their future should not be solely dependent on men; they should have a much wider world to explore.
Xue'er added, "Your Majesty, we will definitely teach the princesses with all our might."
Let them become true masters, living up to your expectations.
Of course, Fucha Peiyun did not easily reveal her true thoughts.
What she wants to do cannot be accomplished in a day or two.
After arriving at the Old Summer Palace, the chubby orange cat thought it could finally enjoy some peace and quiet.
Focus on recovering and reminisce with Shilan and the others about the past.
Unexpectedly, upon arriving at the Old Summer Palace, he discovered that it was not what he had imagined.
Upon entering the Yuanmingyuan, Big Fatty Orange assumed he would still be staying at the Jiuzhou Qingyan Restaurant.
Unexpectedly, they were sent to a very remote courtyard.
Big Fat Orange never imagined that there was such a place in the Old Summer Palace.
The bed was also quite old and worn, and the room was simply furnished.
After waking up, the chubby orange cat looked around in dissatisfaction, feeling quite flustered.
I wonder where he is now. Where is Su Peisheng? Where is Xiaoxiazi?
Shilan, Shilan?
The big, fat orange cat tried to shout but couldn't, so it could only pound the bed beneath it with all its might.
Want to attract people
The sound of the big, fat orange cat pounding echoed in the quiet room.
Each blow felt like a tap on the heart, yet it didn't cause the slightest ripple.
The eerie silence made the chubby orange cat increasingly uneasy.
He started to have wild thoughts: Could it be that he had fallen into the hands of some traitors?
Where is Su Peisheng? And where did everyone else go?
Time ticked by, and the fat orange cat's anxiety intensified.
The big, fat orange cat didn't have much strength; it only punched twice before stopping.
He could only lie helplessly on that broken bed.
Finally, a soft footstep came from outside the door.
Big Fat Orange immediately tensed up, staring intently at the tightly closed door.
He was hoping someone could give him an answer.
The door was slowly pushed open, and an unfamiliar eunuch walked in.
His steps seemed heavy, and his face was expressionless.
Big Orange's gaze fell on the bowl he was holding.
It was a bowl of something that wasn't hot at all; I couldn't tell if it was some kind of porridge or a paste.
The unfamiliar eunuch walked up to the fat orange tree and placed the bowl heavily on its bed.
Then, looking at the chubby orange cat with a blank expression, he said coldly, "Time to eat."
After saying that, he turned and left without even glancing at the big, fat orange cat again.
As the chubby orange looked at the unfamiliar food, its unease grew stronger.
That person was dressed as a eunuch. Where did he end up?
Yuanmingyuan? Did Yuanmingyuan have such dilapidated areas?
He was the retired emperor, how could he have been brought to such a place?
Big Fat Orange was filled with doubt and anger, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Just then, the big orange cat's stomach suddenly made a "gurgling" sound.
He then realized that he hadn't eaten in a long time.
Big Fat Orange looked at the bowl of something in front of him, not knowing what it was.
Although his body instincts told him he was hungry, he had absolutely no appetite.
The contents of the bowl looked dark and emitted a strange smell that he found unbearable.
Big Fat Orange's brows were furrowed tightly.
He tried to calm himself down and began to recall how he got there.
In his memory, he simply followed Nian Shilan's instructions and took the Empress Dowager and other concubines to the Yuanmingyuan.
Although he was a little tired along the way, he did not notice anything unusual.
However, what he was seeing made him begin to doubt Nian Shilan.
Could it be that he was deceived by Nian Shilan?
Big Fat Orange felt increasingly uneasy.
Is it Shilan? Shilan loves him so much? Why would she do this?
Impossible? Shilan would never do such a thing.
Could it be that Empress Fucha saw the throne fall into the hands of her son, Hongchang?
Does he want to include Shilan and the others besides him, the retired emperor?
Big Fat Orange's mind was in chaos, with all sorts of thoughts rushing in.
The big, fat orange cat stayed in that dilapidated house for two days.
For the past two days, Big Fat Orange's thoughts were in turmoil; he could barely even turn over in that broken bed.
He was completely plunged into despair; these past two days, apart from that eunuch...
Big Fat Orange didn't see a single person.
On the morning of the third day, the big orange cat finally couldn't resist anymore.
With trembling hands, he used all his strength to slowly bring the bowl of cold food to his mouth.
His stomach was growling loudly, and hunger forced him to give in.
He closed his eyes, and the big, fat orange cat treated the food like poison, struggling to put it into its mouth.
Trying hard to swallow those disgusting things
Each bite caused him intense discomfort in his throat.
The smell was even worse than the water in a stinking ditch, making him almost vomit.
But he forced himself to eat the whole bowl of food, despite feeling nauseous.
After finishing his meal, he collapsed onto the bed like a deflated balloon, filled with despair and helplessness.
He began to doubt whether he could really leave this terrible place alive.
There was no enough food, no warm beds, only endless hunger and cold.
Just as he was lost in thought, a slight noise suddenly came from outside the door.
Although the sound was very soft, it seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet environment.
Big Fat Orange's nerves tensed instantly. He nervously raised his head and stared intently at the door.
The door was slowly pushed open, and a figure walked in.
When he saw the person's face clearly, a surge of joy welled up in his heart—it was Shilan!
However, as the person drew closer and closer,
Big Fat Orange's heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, and it slowly sank.
The gentle smile that Nian Shilan used to have was gone from her face, replaced by a hint of coldness and aloofness.
Her gaze, like two icy beams, swept over the haggard face of the chubby orange tree.
She frowned slightly, but showed no sympathy or pity whatsoever.