Maobin was deeply impressed by Ji's words and deeds in Kunning Palace last night.
She still remembers the way Ji's eyes flickered and he looked at her, and her cooperation...
She almost wondered whether Ji Changzai, who had been suffering from a long-term illness, was just pretending to be ill? Or maybe he had another purpose.
She had never seen a woman in the harem who was good at hiding her clumsiness in order to protect herself, but this Ji's illness lasted for a whole year, and she even missed the opportunity to sleep with the emperor, and she didn't seem to be pretending...
At that time, she was thinking, what does this Ji Ling want?
There are many women in the harem, hundreds of flowers bloom, and everyone has what they want.
Some people have nothing to lose when they have a child, while others are jealous of their phoenix position. They always feel that wealth and glory are not enough, and they have to go to the next level.
There are people who are deeply affectionate and just hope that the emperor can come and see them often. There are also low-ranking concubines who see that they have no hope, so they place their hopes on the high-ranking empress. They hope that if they follow the right person, they will have success in the future.
Have a peaceful life...
But what does Ji Ling want?
But now...
Mao Bi looked at Ji Ling's eating look in front of her and knew that this person was greedy in nature. Even if she had the intention to praise him, he was no better than Hai Guiren.
What's more, Hai Guiren still has a beautiful face, what does Ji have?
Mao Bi gently held the porcelain spoon with her skinny fingers and tapped it on the bottom of the bowl. After pondering for a long time, Fang smiled and said, "What are sister Chang Zai's plans for the future?".
Ji Ling was swallowing a large piece of crispy yellow sesame seed cake. The flour used for the sesame seed cake was red wheat flour sent as tribute from Jinzhou. It was fragrant and extremely soft. Ji Ling took more bites, and it got stuck in his throat for a while.
No words were spoken.
She stretched her neck and finally swallowed the mouthful of pancake. Qixi quickly poured milk for Ji Ling.
Ji Ling took two sips of milk before finally swallowing the dough in her throat, and said: "I am only here in Jingyang Palace, living a good life with the empress." He then said: "What are your plans for the future, empress Maobin?"
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Mao Bi raised her eyebrows slightly.
Ji Ling's answer was both within her expectation and beyond her expectation.
Ji Ling was not in a hurry to wait for her answer, he just picked up the milk and took another sip.
No matter how young she is, she has experienced many ups and downs in the workplace. She understands that when faced with people who want to trick you, if you don't want to answer, the best way is to gently push the question back.
Mao Bi smiled, and her smile was three parts self-deprecating, three parts helpless, and four parts desolate. She sighed slightly and said, "What else can I plan?".
What Ji Ling asked touched her mind, and she was in no mood. She stood up and saw a Clivia by the side window of the front hall, with leaves hanging wilfully, like a beauty with long hair lying on the ground, living alone in a deep palace.
The desolation of human nature.
Maobin picked up the small silver scissors next to the flower pot and gently trimmed off the withered and yellow parts of the Clivia leaves.
Ji Ling watched her movements, then stood up, walked behind Maobin, gently reached out and held the scissors in Maobin's hand, and said with a smile: "Actually, the queen does not have to cut off these yellow leaves."
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Maobin stopped what she was doing and looked sideways at her.
Ji Ling raised his eyes and looked at Maobin, and whispered: "The leaves are withered and yellow. As long as you water and fertilize again, it may not be impossible to turn green again, flourish, and even... blossom and bear fruit one day."
Maobin stared at the front and said softly: "The season has passed, it is over, no matter how hard you try, it is useless."
Ji Ling said softly: "That's not necessarily the case." He got closer and saw that there were only two personal maids, Qixi and Jasmine, in the room, so he said: "The empress is extremely intelligent, has won the trust of the emperor, and is generous to others. But it's just
My appearance has only faded with age, but I have excellent makeup skills, maybe I can use it." He added: "I am only thirty now, if I can get a little princess or a little brother, my queen will live forever.
Trust me! If I am not good at making my queen beautiful, my queen will have nothing to lose."
Maobin stared at her for a long time and finally asked: "Why do you want to help me?".
This time I used "I" instead of "I".
Ji Ling smiled bitterly and said, "Because I'm cold."
Mao Bi was slightly surprised: "Cold?"
Ji Ling nodded: "I'm cold. I only have three sets of clothes that I can wear to see people. The other two pieces of Bixue washed for me in the morning and were left to dry in the yard; besides, I'm still very hungry.
Now every meal, I have to use rouge and gouache in exchange for favors to get it. For example, today’s lunch, I don’t know if I can get it. Concubine Qi of Changchun Palace is losing weight now, so I can eat well. If
The day she stops losing weight, I won’t have so much leftovers to eat.”
She continued in a calm tone: "I want to have such a delicious breakfast every day in the Empress' Palace, I want to bake on the non-choking and warm charcoal fire in the Empress' Palace, I want to sleep on a thick bedding, I want to be safe and sound
Live a stable life, sleep as long as you can, and don't have to get up and walk in the snow for a long time because of the disputes between high-ranking concubines. When I came back yesterday, my feet were purple from the cold, and Qixi warmed them up for me.
I ate the late-night snack to warm myself up."
Maobin looked at Ji Ling without blinking and said, "Keep talking."
Ji Ling blinked: "As I said just now, your Majesty is generous to others. I want to help you. If your Majesty returns to your favor, she will not treat me too badly. Please protect me when the time comes. I will follow you.
The empress will naturally have a good life."
Maobin smiled slightly: "Is this your plan?".
Ji Ling nodded: "This is my plan.".
Mao Bi looked out the window at the first sunny day after the snow, then reached out and gently touched the withered branches and leaves of the orchid, and said: "You are very smart, but smart people are prone to make a mistake, that is, their cleverness is misled by their cleverness."
She turned around, her eyes bright, like a sharp blade, shining directly into Ji Ling's heart: "Why did you choose me instead of Concubine Qi or Concubine Ning?".
Ji Ling smiled: "Trees that are too rigid and do not know how to be soft will be easily knocked down by the wind; if their roots are not deep enough, they will not be able to grow strong. Only trees that are deeply rooted in the soil know how to distinguish the direction of the wind and follow the direction of the wind.
When the wind blows, only trees like this can protect the grass below from wind and rain, and last for many years.”
Mao Bi smiled and said: "My sister is often very eloquent and smart, but I don't understand. My sister is still young. Since she is as good as you and has good makeup skills, why don't you compete for yourself?".
Ji Ling said honestly: "Empress Maobin, please stop making fun of me. My qualifications are too mediocre. It's not like Empress Maobin who has been with the emperor for many years. How can my relationship be comparable to others!"
Maobin pondered for a long time, with a glint in her eyes. She walked to the dressing table and sat down. She opened her usual rouge and gouache and said, "Let me see what you are capable of."
Qianqing Palace
Very thick candles were lit in the hall, illuminating the hall brightly and brilliantly.
On the desk, Yin frowned and was reviewing the memorial. Su Peisheng took a Taiping Ruyi and gently looked at Yin's back from behind.
Perhaps because he has read too many memorials recently, Mr. Yin feels that the area between his back and the back of his neck is extremely sore. Only by tapping with Ruyi can the discomfort be alleviated.
Below, the eunuch in the respect room waited with bated breath.