After hearing this, Ji Ling was muttering about the shooting range. What was he doing when Fourth Master summoned him to a place like this?
Muttering, muttering, she didn't dare to waste time at all.
Qixi and Bixue were half-kneeling to help Ji Ling change into a gray-purple flag outfit. Ji Ling wished she could dress as low-key as possible, and simply touched up some makeup in front of the mirror.
Because the color of her clothes was too plain, she specially put a little more lavender blush on both sides of her cheeks, which not only made her look whiter, but also made her complexion much better.
In addition, she used a lip brush to carefully apply a little matte plum-colored lipstick on her lips, and then gently blended it with the pads of her fingers.
The hairpin accessories on the hair did not dare to be too gorgeous, and only some lavender pearls were used, slanting under one side of the hair.
In addition, she still wears the pair of bright moons given by the queen on her ears.
This creates a plum-colored makeup look that looks dignified, restrained, and gentle. The eyebrows are lowered and the eyes are narrowed, not too bright and eye-catching.
Ji Ling looked left and right in the mirror and felt that he was quite satisfied, so he got up and took Qixi and others out.
The imperial minister had already been invited by Xiao Fenzi to drink tea in the corner room and wait. When he heard the noise in the main room, he quickly put down his tea bowl and went to the front hall steps to greet him, and then led the noble nobleman there.
Along the way, while looking at the road, Ji Ling was thinking: Where is the shooting range in the Forbidden City?
The vermilion palace walls went around one layer after another, and the long palace passages passed one after another, and we were about to reach the Jingyun Gate, the boundary between the inner and outer palaces.
Ji Ling suddenly realized: Of course, the shooting range cannot be in the inner palace. After all, the inner palace is full of concubines and maids. Even if it is a shooting range, it cannot really be a place for guard military training. If so, the emperor will not let the concubines come here.
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But it is unlikely to have left the Forbidden City.
Sure enough, it was exactly as Ji Ling had guessed. The location of the shooting range was very subtle. It was just after leaving Jingyun Gate and turning east, within a stone's throw.
It is said to be a shooting range, but it is actually also called an archery pavilion.
It is an independent main hall and an open space next to it. It faces north and faces south. It is five rooms wide and three rooms deep. It has yellow glazed tiles on the top of the mountain and corridors on all sides. The east and west sides are made of polished bricks and have no windows; south and north
There are a pair of rhombus doors on each side.
In addition, there is a sleeping tablet in the center of the archery pavilion, with the words "Exercise bravery in acting, practice riding and shooting from time to time" engraved on it.
In front of the archery pavilion is a spacious and open flat land, which is a place for the royal family's descendants to practice horseback riding, archery and martial arts.
At this time, there were a lot of targets placed in front of the archery pavilion, and training equipment such as horse steps, archery bows, knives and stones were all placed on the large bluestone platform next to it.
As soon as the imperial eunuch led Ji Ling in, Ji Ling saw Yin at a glance.
Yin's outfit today is very special. She has never seen him dressed like this before: he is dressed in black, which makes his figure even more elegant. There is a dark gold embroidered dragon pattern on the hem of the clothes. The gold weave is very restrained and delicate. If
In the dark, the embroidery work cannot be noticed at all.
Today, the color of the day is just right, but it brings out the glowing dragon pattern, teeth and claws, giving it a graceful yet aggressive beauty.
The imperial minister walked over quickly and whispered: "Your Majesty, Mr. Ji has arrived."
When the imperial guards saw the palace concubine, they knelt down on the ground and did not dare to look down.
Yin's face was expressionless, he just picked up the arrow and slowly bent the bow.
Although Ji Ling was some distance away, he could still hear the squeaking and tightening sound of the bowstring, and knew that this bow was probably not light.
Yin gradually opened the bow to the farthest point, and his eyes fell coldly on the red bullseye in the distance.
Ji Ling followed his movements and stared at the target.
There was silence for a moment, only a sharp sound of "hoo" was heard, and the arrow from the string whizzed out.
Before Ji Ling could see the process clearly, he only saw that the arrow was deeply embedded in the target and was shaking. On the arrow tail, the bright yellow wings could not help but tremble under the sun, shaking out a beautiful light golden light.
The guards and eunuchs beside him couldn't help but cheer lowly, but Yin just looked indifferent, narrowed his sharp eyes, and fired five arrows swiftly and swiftly from the ground, and the sound of arrows flying through the wind could be heard endlessly.
The last arrow was so powerful that it knocked down the previous arrow.
Ji Ling saw that the five arrows were all hitting the target, very accurately.
It was indeed amazing! She couldn't help but applaud.
Only then did Yin glance at her, throwing his bow and arrow to the side casually, with only a hint of boredom and loneliness on his face.
He stretched out his hand and said to Ji Ling: "Lingling! Come here."
Although this was not the first time he called her "Lingling", it was a different feeling to do it in public.
Ji Ling walked over obediently, and Yin reached out to hold her hand and pulled her to his side.
As soon as Ji Ling made contact with his palm, she felt that the temperature of Yin's palm was frighteningly hot. She was startled and whispered: "Your Majesty!"
Yin turned to look at her, a hint of tenderness finally revealed in his indifferent face, and his voice became softer, and asked curiously: "What?"
Ji Ling didn't say anything, but boldly reached out and touched Yin's forehead.
Yin was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing, he gently held her hand, patted her hand comfortingly and said, "It's just because the weather is hot, you think I have a fever? What a childish thought! I'm fine."
As he spoke, Ji Ling lowered his head and saw that under the sun, the emperor's silk clothes were covered with sweat on his back.
She reached out and took out a handkerchief from her arms to wipe it with Yin. There was a lot of sweat on Yin's neck, and the handkerchief was half soaked in a short while.
Yin stood there without moving and let her wipe it. The servants next to him lowered their heads when they saw the two of them caressing each other.
After a while, Ji Ling took back the handkerchief and said, "It's almost done." Then he stuffed the handkerchief on the button of his clothes, feeling a little regretful that he had said too much.
After all, in extraordinary times, if you say too much, you will make many mistakes, and you are not sure which words will touch Yin's nerves.
She thought about every word she had just spoken when she came in. After making sure there was no problem, she shut her mouth and stopped talking, resolutely being a good gourd with her mouth cut off.
Yin stared at her for a moment and said slowly: "After all, my spirit still loves me."
After he finished speaking, a faint smile flashed across his face, he lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against Ji Ling's.
Ji Ling was so embarrassed that he immediately stretched out his hand and pulled Yin's sleeve, indicating that there were servants and guards watching next to him!
Seeing that her eyes were rolling in embarrassment and she didn't know where to put her hands, Yin raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and let go of Ji Ling.
He just felt that his solemn and dull mood for the past few days suddenly became much more relaxed at this moment.
Su Peisheng watched quietly from the side and saw that the emperor, who had been dark-faced for many days, actually smiled!
He almost suspected that he had seen it wrong.
Su Peisheng blinked, and after reconfirming the smile on Yin's face, he couldn't help but take a deep look at Ji Guiren. Ji Guiren is the emperor's antidote to his worries. It's absolutely correct!
