The emperor's words had reached this point. Ji Ling couldn't help but listen, so he picked up the bowl and drank.
Afterwards, she put down the bowl as if she had completed her task. When Yin saw a piece of dried osmanthus on the corner of her mouth, he smiled and reached out to pick it up. When the palace attendants saw this, they all lowered their heads.
Ji Ling licked his lips and thought to himself: Although this lotus root, lily and lotus seed soup looks clear and watery, it tastes sweet and tastes really good, which actually makes people appetite!
She looked at the table. She didn't know if it was because it was summer. In short, the imperial dining room had a lot to do with lotus roots today, including stir-fried lotus roots, lotus root powder and honey soup, lotus root stewed with pork ribs...
There is also a fried lotus root box.
Before Ji Ling traveled through time, her mother often made her fried lotus root boxes, which were crispy and delicious. Every time they were fried, the aroma would spread from the crack in the kitchen door to her room, and she could eat half a plate in one sitting.
Ji Ling stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece. The fried lotus root box made by Yu Shanfang was slightly improved. There was very little meat filling inside, but some lotus root paste was mixed in, probably to avoid the taste being too greasy.
The outside of the lotus root slices is a mixture of wheat flour, corn flour, and glutinous rice flour. The thin lotus root slices are thickly wrapped. After frying, a lotus root box fluffs up and looks huge, right in front of Ji Ling's.
appetite.
Yin saw that she was eating well, so he picked up another lotus root box himself, put it on the plate in front of her, and whispered: "Eat more."
Ji Ling saw that Yin stopped using her chopsticks and just looked at her with a smile. The smile on Yin's face was so gentle that Ji Ling felt a little at a loss for no reason. She hurriedly immersed herself in eating to cover it up.
While he was eating, Ji Ling suddenly felt a furry sensation on his legs, as if something was pressing against him.
Ji Ling glanced down, and sure enough, Qilin ran in at some time, with two fat paws scratching her legs. She was happy, and calmly stretched out her hand, picked up the Qilin, and put it on the
On his knees.
Yin Zheng looked at Ji Ling with a smile, and suddenly he saw a furry little head popping up from the table, staring at him with big eyes and small eyes.
Yin:……
Qilin didn't stop, pawing at the edge of the table with his two little paws, his dark eyes looking straight at the fragrant lotus root stewed pork ribs on the table, then turning to look pitifully at Ji Ling, his furry little tail waving in her arms.
picked up a flower.
It is weak, pitiful, and helpless...but it can eat.
Ji Ling has never been able to resist the innocent and pitiful looks of small animals.
Qilin huffed and lowered her head again, and bumped Ji Ling's arm with her head. Her heart turned into a puddle of water. She immediately picked up a chopstick to stew the ribs, picked off the bones, and fed it to Qilin.
Qilin licked his pink tongue, ate obediently, chewed a few mouthfuls, swallowed, and rubbed his head happily on Ji Ling's palm.
Ji Ling originally thought it wanted to eat more, so he picked up another chopstick of pork ribs.
Who knew that Qilin turned his head and lay comfortably on her knees without moving.
Gillington paused and had no choice but to put the ribs on his plate.
Yin looked at it and was touched. He raised his finger and pointed, squinting his eyes and saying coldly: "Animals know how not to be greedy, huh! They are much better than humans!"
Ji Ling knew that he was probably thinking of the dispute between the DPRK and China.
This was only the third year of Yongzheng's reign, not long after Yin ascended the throne, and was not a period of political stability in the middle and late Yongzheng dynasties.
The situation was still tense. Yin had just dealt with Nian Gengyao and his Nian Dang... The secret system was broken, and the establishment of the military quarters was full of troubles.
You must know that the system of "imperial power and mutual power" is the basic political operation model of ancient bureaucratic empires since the Qin and Han Dynasties. It is deeply rooted and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Perhaps some dynasties did not have a "prime minister" on the surface, but that was just another form of restraint and an institution that separated imperial power. It has always existed in every dynasty and has never been far away.
The game between imperial power and prime minister power has been a problem faced by almost all kings for thousands of years.
Ji Ling never dared to accept such remarks.
She put down her chopsticks, hugged Qilin's ribs with both hands, and adjusted it to a more comfortable position. Then she sat quietly and began to follow the hair on Qilin's body.
Yin's eyebrows were furrowed, obviously he was immersed in his own thoughts. After a while, he patted his knees, sighed, and suddenly said: "Lingling, you should settle down early."
After saying that, Yin raised his hand and ordered his servant to make the bed.
After a while, Ji Ling finished eating, and Qixi helped her stand up. Yin saw that she was still careful about her wounds when walking around, and did not dare to walk fast, and her movements were stiff, which was very inconvenient.
It's all like this... Her uninjured hand still remembers Qilin and holds Qilin tightly in her arms.
Yin was funny and angry, and ignored the people next to him. He walked over and picked up Ji Ling, carried him and the dog directly to the bed, and placed Ji Ling on the bed.
Ji Ling shrank into the bed, but Yin held her down, with a smile on her lips, and kissed her hard on the forehead.
Qilin was still lying in Ji Ling's arms. When Yin leaned over, he dexterously flicked his tail and hid in Ji Ling's arms.
Yin turned around and saw that everyone in the palace had their heads lowered. Then he raised his hand to pick up his collar with a calm expression and said to Qixi: "Serve your master well!"
He said this, but he did not leave. He just turned around and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for Ji Ling. As if he was looking at a treasure he cherished, he whispered: "Sleep well,
If it is still too early for me to take care of things, I will come to accompany you."
Ji Ling was tightly tucked into the quilt by him, like a big baby, and he couldn't take it out with his hands. He could only look at Yin and said in a low voice: "At that time... I was afraid that I would have fallen asleep at that time."
After saying this, she felt a little regretful. Why did it sound like she was chasing Yin away?
That’s not what I meant!
Yin raised his hand, gently stroked her forehead, stared at her, smiled, said nothing, turned around and went out.
Qilin kept turning its head and watched Yin go out. As soon as it saw Yin's figure disappearing beside the curtain, it immediately wagged its tail happily, swept it on Ji Ling's face, and jumped up and down on Ji Ling's body.
Seeing this, Qixi shouted "Little Ancestor!"
She rushed over, pulled the Qilin off in one fell swoop, and said with a smile: "Master, Qilin is very close to you! Look, it doesn't even pay attention to the emperor, and just clings to the master!"
As she spoke, she held Qilin in her arms, held one of its front paws, looked at its four little paws, and said, "Master, Qilin cannot go to bed. They run around on the ground and tread carefully to get dirty."
bed!"
Ji Ling took a look at the spotless ground of Yanxi Hall, and suddenly she thought of the neighbors she saw walking their dogs in the community before crossing over and putting shoes on their dogs.
"Qixi, let's give it to Qilin...
She was about to say that she could make four little shoes for Qilin, but then she thought about it and decided to forget it!
Just put some clothes on the puppy.
Wear shoes...Animals have unique structures on their feet that can help them grip the ground. If they made small shoes, Kirin might suffer a lot.
