He also remembered the interesting stories about the officials in the DPRK today. It was time to eat after dinner anyway, so he picked up some irrelevant things and told them to Ji Ling.
His voice was clear and clear, and he could talk about simple and ordinary things in a tonal and ups and downs.
Ji Ling listened with great interest.
In the Yanxi Hall, all the curtains were drawn today, and the sunlight outside the window was at its most brilliant, slanting in from the eaves, and the light and shadow below the hall were mottled.
He held her hand, and the light at this moment was as slow and comfortable as a lifetime.
…
The days go by so fast, and before I know it, it’s almost the Hungry Ghost Festival.
From the Ministry of Internal Affairs to the Forbidden City, everyone is busy, and all the palaces are preparing for the upcoming July 15th.
In fact, the so-called "Hungry Ghost Festival" is, strictly speaking, a Taoist term.
This day, in Buddhism, is called the Bon Festival. The reason why it is called this is because according to legend, Sakyamuni had a disciple named Mulian. Mulian's mother was cast into the evil ghost world after her death.
tortured.
In order to save his mother, Mulian followed Sakyamuni's instructions and set up a Ullambana basin for worship, and offered fruits to the monks from all directions in order to save his mother from the evil ghost world, hence the name.
However, this day is commonly known as "July 15th", which is also the Ghost Festival.
Ordinary people often go to the market to prepare for shopping a few days in advance.
Generally speaking, what people buy are boots, shoes, turbans, hats, paper money, incense and candles... Those with a lot of money will also buy gold rhinoceros fake belts and colorful clothes.
Rich and wealthy families would invite monks and nuns to their homes to chant sutras and commemorate the dead, and at night they would light river lanterns along the river.
From the palace's mouth, Ji Ling learned that the activities in the Forbidden City in previous years were similar to those held by the people, and river lanterns were also set off.
During the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the previous dynasty, every July 15th, when he was staying at the summer resort, he ordered people to put lanterns on the river in the summer resort.
At that time, many operas were arranged for the emperor and the concubines in the summer resort. The most performed ones were "Blessings and Auspiciousness", "The Miracle of Three Yuans", and "Golden Spring Enlightenment". Every play was
It's all very lively.
Ji Ling listened with great interest.
During this period of time, her injury gradually improved, until the curtain on her arm was removed, and Dr. An finally said that the noble lady can return to Jingyang Palace to slowly recuperate.
As soon as he left with his front legs, the Ji Ling of his back legs immediately urged Qixi. Bi Xue packed up the back hall of Yin's Yangxin Hall and lived there grandly for so long. Although there was no movement in Kunning Palace, she was still beating her heart.
His position was far inferior to that of the queen, yet he was favored by her even more.
If I stay here day after day, I'm afraid I'll get stuck in Kunning Palace's eyes.
She looked for an opportunity for a day and saw that Yin was in a good mood, so she honestly told Yin about her worries.
After hearing this, Yin stared at her for a long time. He didn't say anything, but the look in and out of his eyes seemed to be laughing at her for being too timid.
"I feel pressure in my heart, and I beg the Emperor to grant it." She told the truth and begged him with an honest face.
Yin was pestered by her soft words for a long time, and finally sighed, patted the back of her hand, pulled her into his arms, and nodded reluctantly.
Just go back. Anyway, until late August, everyone will have to leave the Forbidden City. Yin thought slowly.
…
The day to move out of Yanxi Hall was set, it was July 14th.
When Ji Ling was just carried into Yanxi Hall by Yin, only Qixi and Bixue simply packed up the clothes and sundries in Jingyang Palace, packed a few small boxes, and hurried over to serve her.
But when she went back... Yin had received various rewards these days: jewelry furnishings, jewelry, curios, elegant furnishings in the study, paintings and calligraphy, and Western gadgets. There were more than ten boxes piled up.
This is still simplified. For example, for Qing Dynasty decorations, there are jade, agate, coral, crystal, asparagus, boxwood, ivory, carved lacquer and a bunch of materials. If they were all packed into boxes, it would probably take two pieces to save them.
Thirty boxes.
This large group of boxes and a large group of slaves carrying the boxes followed Ji Guiren and his party in a mighty manner.
The slave who carried the box was weak in carrying it, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
Everyone in the palace, as long as they have eyes, can see clearly.
Even if I want to be low-key, I can't.
Xiao Fenzi and Xiao Dazi got the news very early in the morning. They led Evian and Xiao Kezi, and with the help of four other handy eunuchs, everyone got busy before July 14th.
It took a full day and was scrubbed inside and out. The blue bricks in the courtyard were so smooth that flies would fall over if they landed on them.
On July 14th, Ji Ling was surrounded by Qixi and blue snow. As soon as she entered the east courtyard of Jingyang Palace, she saw Zhang Guiren holding Ophiopogon japonicus and standing in front of the courtyard door, pacing back and forth.
When Maidong turned around and saw her coming, his eyes lit up and he squeezed Zhang Guiren's arm.
Zhang Guiren was startled and turned around. When he saw Ji Ling, he immediately came forward and held Ji Ling's hand.
Xiao Fenzi and Xiao Dazi both knelt down and said overjoyed: "Master is back! I wish you good luck, may you be blessed!"
Evian also kowtowed behind.
Ji Ling couldn't help but smile when she looked at these familiar faces.
She turned to Zhang Guiren and said, "Shengjian, are everything okay with you?"
Zhang Guiren nodded vigorously when he heard this and said: "Sister Ji, don't worry about me, everything is fine with me!"
After entering the main room, Ji Ling suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Why did this room become so small?
She had experienced this feeling before time traveling. When she had just entered college, the dormitory assigned to freshmen by the school was very small. It was no exaggeration to say that after entering, people were like crabs and could only walk sideways.
There are four girls living in a dormitory. If the roommate drags out a chair to do homework, it would be difficult to even turn around.
She worked as a crab for a month and finally came home for vacation. As soon as she entered the house, she was suddenly surprised why the living room was so big. It was like a small stage.
Of course, the living room at home is definitely not that big. This is how the contrast of the environment gives people the feeling.
No wonder the ancients lamented that "it is easy to move from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to move from luxury to frugality"!
Ji Ling looked around the room. Xiao Fenzi and Xiao Dazi had already decorated the whole room with flowers. There were lanterns and colorful lights everywhere, and it was... quite festive.
Ji Ling sat down. She was very thirsty. She drank half a bowl of hot tea in one breath, and then said to Qixi: "Everyone has worked hard. Let's go and have a rest. Xiao Fenzi, don't be busy packing your things."
, just ask people to carry it into the house!"
Xiao Fenzi agreed repeatedly, and just as she was about to turn around to make arrangements, she reminded her quietly: "Master, there are arrangements in the palace for the Ghost Festival tomorrow. Kunning Palace has delivered them to the East and West Palaces early this morning.
I'm afraid the master will have to get up early tomorrow."
After hearing this, Ji Ling thought for a moment, put down the tea cup and said, "Okay, I understand, just go ahead!"
She stared at Xiao Fenzi's back, and a thought suddenly came to her mind. She patted her head and thought in a dumbfounded way: Tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, and I chose to go back to Jingyang Palace today...
