Ji Ling was surprised when she heard what Yin said. She reached out and touched the table. The material was simple and the legs were rough. Could it be used by Brother Huang?
As if he guessed what she was thinking, Yin stared at the table with sharp eyes and said: "It was a reward from the late emperor."
He said leisurely: "At that time, Huang Ama ordered craftsmen to make a batch of such table cases and gave them to me, as well as six or seven Huang Ages of similar age, two for each person, one for my residence and one for me.
Zhang was in the study room. Except for the third brother, the elder brothers nearby were all complaining that the third brother had been quite clever in writing and calligraphy since he was a child. Although he was young, he spent all his time pondering poems and books, so he naturally didn't care about them.
These.
I didn’t like it very much at first, so my mother reminded the emperor to let my brothers use this kind of table, just to remind the princes that they should never forget the difficulties that our ancestors went through to build a business.”
Ji Ling was listening nearby and knew that the third child that Yin was talking about was naturally referring to the third elder brother of the Kangxi Dynasty, Yinzhi, who had now been changed to Yunzhi to avoid the emperor's taboo.
She glanced at Yin secretly, vaguely remembering that in the books she had read before, it seemed like the third elder brother of the Kangxi Dynasty. During the Yongzheng period, there was no good ending?
Yin lifted up the hem of her robe and sat down. Ji Ling moved to the side. Yin held her shoulders and said, "It's just this little space, don't move."
He and she were affectionately next to each other, both sitting in front of the table. Yin stretched out his hand and gently touched the table, tapped the table with his knuckles, and said loudly: "Lingling, come here.
Look, there is a specially made raised wooden scar here! When I was a child, my wrists were sore from copying homework, so I would sometimes put my hands in this position.
Yin held her hand and stroked it on the table. As expected, Ji Ling felt a small hill-like bulge.
She suddenly imagined such a picture in her mind: In March of spring, a bunch of young princes were practicing calligraphy in the study room. The young fourth master, dressed in princely clothes, sat in front of the desk and wrote for a long time. His wrist was sore.
He couldn't stand it anymore, so he put his wrist on the wooden scar and wrote lazily.
Just then the master came over and stared at him when he saw him like this...
She thought for a moment and thought that the fourth master must have had cute breasts when he was a child.
Little baby, do you always have a straight face?
Ji Ling thought about it, and couldn't help but turn her face away, curling her eyes, and burst into laughter.
Yin also had a smile on his face, glanced at Ji Ling, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and his chin kept rubbing against her hair.
There was silence in the attic, and the small building was dimly lit by red candles. Only the faint wind blowing through the cracks in the windows stirred the book "Frequent Instructions on the Harem".
Yin stretched out his hand to close the book, carefully put it aside, and then slowly said: "My mother's temperament looks gentle and indifferent from the outside, even a little cowardly, but inside there is a stubbornness that is rare for ordinary people. I never noticed it when I was a child.
, later on when I grew up, I realized that my mother is a person who will never look back once she sees her true love."
He paused and said softly: "The Queen Mother has exercised her rights to manage the harem as an imperial concubine for many years. In the hearts of everyone in the harem of the previous dynasty, she has long been the master of the harem. But her lifelong obsession is
I want to be the late emperor’s queen.”
Ji Ling raised her head to look at him, but Yin had already smiled slightly and said, "Don't mention these anymore."
He turned his face and was silent for a moment, then turned back, looked at Ji Ling tenderly, and suddenly said: "I gave you the unicorn and hid it in the sedan chair."
Ji Ling was very happy and immediately said: "That little thing is so smart! He hid under the seat without saying a word. After I sat in, he flopped on my leg, which shocked me!"
Yin laughed and said, "It misses you so much! I was its master. After you moved out of Yanxi Hall, every time I called it, this beast didn't even look at me, and didn't even bother to look back, hum!
I don’t care about it either, I am still surrounded by hundreds of blessings and fortunes, so I am very happy.”
Ji Ling listened to him with a smile, then held the Dragon Boat Festival purse that she made by herself on Yin's waist, and rolled the tassel in Yin's hand in circles.
Yin's palms were itching from her teasing, so he held the purse with his backhand, moved it up inch by inch, and held her fingertips.
Yinman said: "This Yuhua Pavilion was built when I came to the throne. At first, I wanted to use it as a Buddhist temple, and I only thought about it as a place dedicated to Buddhist scriptures. Later, I experienced many stumbles in the court in the past few years, and the world was difficult.
, after passing through one difficulty after another, I realized more and more the profound meaning of Buddhism, so I simply changed my mind and turned this 'Yuhua Pavilion' into a collection of calligraphy and calligraphy.
He paused and said: "This is my pure place. I rarely talk to outsiders. Lingling, in the harem, I only summoned you to come here. No one else can come in and take a look."
As he spoke, he supported the table with his hands, exerted force on his arm, and stood up neatly. He extended his hand to Ji Ling and said enthusiastically: "I will show you another place, come!"
Ji Ling was pulled up by him, but Yin did not let go. He just held her hand and walked towards the north of the pavilion. When he got there, he suddenly reached into the bookshelf and touched some mechanism. The bookshelf in front of him slowly turned to the side.
But there is another delicate staircase in the middle.
It turns out that among the two floors, there is a dark floor in the north, which is divided into upper and lower floors.
In other words, this Yuhua Pavilion looks like a three-story building from the outside, but it is actually four stories.
This is a "three bright and four dark" pattern.
Yin was not in a hurry and just said to Ji Ling gently: "Lingling, come and try."
As he spoke, he fumbled with the mechanism again, closed the bookshelf again, and asked Ji Ling to try it a few times. After she was able to open and close it, the two of them walked up the stairs one after another.
As the curvature of the stairs turned, a small room appeared in front of Ji Ling's eyes. There was a table and a chair in it. The style was simple and elegant, simple and generous.
There are all the pen and ink displays on the table. There are also two green sandalwood boxes, which faintly exude the fragrance of green sandalwood. The bottoms of the boxes are piled with bright yellow brocade, and many books are piled randomly.
Looking around, there was no other furniture in the room.
Because it is one floor instead of two, the height of the roof is much lower, which makes it feel more private and warm.
Ji Ling stretched out two fingers and touched the table. The table was shiny and smooth, and there was no dust at all. This meant that there was obviously someone specializing in cleaning the place every day.
Yonda casually sat down on the chair. Seeing that Ji Ling was still standing, he stretched out his arms and held her on his lap.
He saw her hanging her head and her chubby cheeks, which were very cute. He couldn't help but laugh, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheeks, and then said: "This is the inner study room in my library. Lingling, how can I even open it?"
All the agencies have sued you. But it’s a nice, quiet place!
Don't forget that Su Peisheng has been following me, he only stays downstairs, and the slaves don't know about the world above."
Ji Ling happily looked at Yin's face, which was very close at hand, without speaking, just looking at him.