After Yin finished speaking, he pointed at a relatively light soup and motioned to the serving eunuch to add some.
He has always been temperate, so he would not eat too much at such a late hour, so as not to accumulate food in his belly and cause injury.
After finishing the meal, the serving eunuch came up to carry the dining table and remove the plates.
Yin glanced at the jade pot Ruyi Pancake, and the winter melon soup was as green as jade. There were a few carmine red shrimps left in the middle, floating in the soup. Ji Ling had almost finished the ring of Ruyi Pancakes next to it.
There were so many cakes... He basically didn't move a chopstick, and it all went into Ji Ling's stomach.
After spending time together, Yin found out more and more that Ji Ling was a bit obsessed with what she liked to eat. For example, she would stare at that dish and eat it until she got tired of it. Whatever pastry she thought was delicious, the other ones would be the same.
I won't touch it anymore, I have to finish this plate.
... Her father is an upright person. Could it be that this daughter has followed her father's stubborn streak?
Yin raised his head and gave detailed instructions to Su Peisheng: "This jade pot Ruyi Cake is well made. The noble man likes it. I feel refreshed when I look at it. I want to ask whose stove it is. From now on, as long as the noble man is around, I will bring him to the front."
Come and serve."
After Yin finished speaking, he threw the towel to the side for wiping his hands, and the serving eunuch quickly followed.
The eunuchs who were waiting for the emperor to wash and change his clothes filed in.
With the lucky nobleman here tonight, it is naturally impossible for the people in the Jingshi Room to ask the emperor to turn over the green cards.
According to the rules, the maids from the apse came to help Ji Ling bathe and undress.
Although Qixi was also by her side, Ji Ling had long been used to having only Qixi and Bixue to take care of her for such personal matters. Suddenly, she was a little uncomfortable with such strangers.
The movements of these slaves were gentle, as soft as the spring breeze, and their faces were smiling, as if they were nectar... But she just felt that something was wrong.
Every action of the slaves at Yangxin Palace seemed to be considering, examining, and comparing her.
Qixi also drooped her eyebrows.
In the east courtyard of Jingyang Palace, she was the chief maid in charge. Both Bixue and Evian listened to her ideas, and she always reported everything to their master.
But when she got here, compared with the servants of the Yangxin Palace, her hands and feet looked clumsy and thick for no reason.
After finally finishing everything, Ji Ling was wrapped into an oversized tofu roll and lay on the bed waiting for the emperor.
It's still the same dragon bed, still the same bright yellow tent, but when Ji Ling thinks of the first time he went to bed, it seems like a long time has passed.
The nervousness she felt when she went to bed for the first time was still fresh in her memory.
After Yin had washed up, he came over and saw the human-shaped tofu roll on the bed, and he laughed.
He reached out and rubbed the top of Ji Ling's head, and saw that although her hands and feet were bound in the quilt, her mouth was moving slightly.
"What's so delicious?" he asked her with a smile. He got closer and smelled it, smelling of sweet-scented osmanthus.
"Osmanthus lactose."
Ji Ling answered him vaguely.
These were the pastries and candies that the palace maids had presented to them just now, and she directly asked them to bring one to her.
Yin raised his arms, put down the bed curtain, and threw aside the bright yellow round pillow next to him.
The two people were suddenly enveloped in a bright yellow.
The dragon tents are all made of fine silk, which is cool to the touch. The texture is extremely soft. Even though there is no wind in the palace, the bed tents are still floating slightly.
Ji Ling was wrapped in quilt, like a silkworm baby, struggling to sit up.
Yin saw how funny she looked, but he didn't lend a helping hand, just watched her move little by little.
This idiot actually had the ability to sit up even though he was being restrained.
She raised her head and explained to him: "The candy they brought in was placed on the table. It smelled very good. Anyway, I was waiting for the emperor. Why not eat a candy to pass the time? I will let them feed it to me."
Already."
After she finished speaking, she saw a look of contempt on Yin's face that said "You are so greedy", with a slight smile in the corner of her eyes.
Ji Ling kept muttering in her heart: A loser is a loser! Anyway, this loser is favored.
If the thoughts are too heavy and deep, the emperor may not like it, right?
She leaned back, feeling content.
When Yin heard her talking about these commonplace words just now, the corners of her mouth could not help but raise slightly.
He stretched out his arms to hug Ji Ling into his arms, lowered his head and sniffed her hair gently, and suddenly sighed in a low voice: "Lingling, all you care about all day long is eating and playing, like you...
…Sigh, I’m not saying that it’s not good for you to be like this.”
It would be better if he gave birth to a child of his flesh and blood.
Ji Ling raised her head to look at Yin, then fell back coquettishly.
Sure enough, Yin stretched out his arms and hugged her diagonally like a baby.
Ji Ling held his arm and asked Yin with a smile: "It's not bad...then it's good?"
Yin stretched out his hand and pinched her chin, gently tossing her hair. Looking at her playful smile, he was silent for a moment and then said: "In the two years before I ascended the throne, I have had a heavy burden on my shoulders, and I have been feeling uncomfortable.
I am relaxed and always want to do my best to show off to those people who did not deal with me overtly or covertly."
When Ji Ling heard him speak seriously, he put away the smile on his face and just gently held Yin's hand. He knew that the "group of people" he was talking about was probably the faction that was involved in the fight for the throne.
Yin looked down at her, his eyes softened a little, and said: "I have been unhappy and lonely these past few years, and also very tired. Fortunately, in the past six months..."
He smiled and said: "Anyway, by some combination of circumstances, you ended up in front of me."
He reached out and hugged Ji Ling into his arms.
Ji Ling leaned on his shoulder and heard Yin's voice sounded low: "Lingling, you don't know, the imperial pen of Zhu Pi is held in my hand every day, and it seems to be very heavy. I have many plans in my heart, and there are
Many pictures... I want to paint these picturesque mountains and rivers with my own hands, day by day, stroke by stroke! I want to personally see those beautiful scenery in the future!"
He held her hand tightly and said, "Stay with me and watch the scenery in the future."
Ji Ling remained silent. After a while, she slowly but firmly held Yin's hand and only replied: "Okay."
Yin smiled lowly, lowered his head and touched her face gently. He stopped talking and allowed the silk curtain to be slightly blown by the breeze in the palace.
Just when she was tender and affectionate, she heard movement outside, which seemed to be Su Peisheng's voice of dissuasion, and many people were walking in disorder. Yin frowned when he heard it, let go of Ji Ling's hand, and called out: "Su Peisheng!"
As soon as the emperor's voice came out, there was a sudden silence outside.
As expected, Su Peisheng responded loudly from outside, then rushed in, knelt down and kowtowed first.
He had always been calm and methodical in situations, but now his face was full of embarrassment. Yin glanced at him, raised his face, and said coldly: "What happened?"
