Just like last time, Ji Ling felt like a small boat in the river and the sea, being tossed about by waves of waves.
The waves were endless and boundless, making her doubt whether there would really be an end.
People often say: the scar is healed and the pain is forgotten. But this scar is not healed yet, how can it not hurt?
Her eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together in pain, and she was crying with runny nose!
Ji Ling's right hand grabbed the bright yellow bed tent a few times, stretched out unconsciously, climbed in the void a few times, and then grabbed Yin Wenre's wrist.
Yin remained silent.
For him, words are not necessary between the sheets. He has always been pragmatic. This is true in political affairs and in his treatment of women.
But this time it was an exception. He took Ji Ling's hand, as if to comfort and respond, and put that hand around his sweaty neck.
This time the bedtime service was over and when Ji Ling was sent back, the sky was already dimly bright. Qixi was standing outside. When she saw Chang Zai coming out, the expression on her face relaxed, and instead she waited all night.
of fatigue.
By the time the master and servant returned to the west courtyard of Jingyang Palace, Bixue had already prepared the medicine according to Doctor Di's recipe.
The small purple sand pot is placed in a charcoal basin and wrapped with a thin layer of thin cloth. The warmth of the charcoal fire penetrates muffledly to ensure that the medicine in the pot will not get cold. There is Coptis chinensis in this recipe.
You can smell the bitter taste.
Qixi took care of Ji Ling, removing makeup, washing face, and bathing.
A wooden bucket filled with hot water was put into a pot of medicine prescribed by Imperial Physician Di to relieve pain, calm the nerves, and after Ji Ling took a bath, she really felt comfortable all over and her discomfort was relieved a lot.
After changing into dry clothes and finally sitting in front of the dressing table, it was already dark.
Qixi stood behind Ji Ling, holding the comb in one hand and her long hair in the other. She still combed her hair with the simplest and most inconspicuous one-character prefix in the Qing palace. No hairpins were used, just a small, pale hair.
Purple velvet flower.
The original owner brought this flower from her parents' house. Although the velvet flower is small, it is very delicately made. There are many branches, leaves, pedicels, petals, and stamens. The stamens are decorated with very small pale pink beads.
In the center of the petals. Although it is not elegant and luxurious when worn on the head, it has a natural attitude and a fresh and simple charm.
There was a set of velvet flowers, and there were also two small lavender earring flowers. Qixi helped Ji Ling put them on.
Ji Ling looked at the mirror and suddenly realized that although her makeup had been removed, the skin of the person in the mirror seemed to be whiter, no longer as black and yellow as when she first traveled through time. Because her lips were a little dry, she
I swiped some moisturizing lotion mixed with cosmetic ingredients from the mysterious space on my lips.
Bixue brought the purple clay pot, poured the brownish-yellow concoction into a small cyan porcelain bowl, and waited for Ji Ling to drink the medicine. Ji Ling just took a sip and felt the pain unbearable. She stretched out her hand to pinch her nose.
He drank all the concoction in the bowl in one breath.
Qixi has already served the candied dates that she brought in advance from the Changchun Palace dining room. The candied dates are Hotan jujubes. Each one is as big as an egg. The jujube skin is thin and the jujube meat is thick. It is made with brown sugar and wolfberry.
It has been marinated in honey and supplemented with osmanthus sugar. The core has been removed in advance and can be eaten directly.
Qixi quickly stuffed a date into Ji Ling's mouth, and the sweet taste immediately filled the entire mouth, completely covering up the bitterness of the medicine just now.
Ji Ling squinted her eyes happily: "These dates are good! It's a pity that one can is too little. I still want to eat them these days." Qixi scooped out the dates, and Bixue pursed her lips and smiled: "Chang
Yes, there are two cans here! If Chang Zai likes it, I will go get another ten or eight cans tomorrow!"
Ji Ling shook his head: "No, after all, it is not our own dining room. I am just a little one who is always here. I can eat whatever I have."
Bixue was a little unwilling and muttered: "I know this."
Ji Ling cast her gaze out the window: the window paper had been changed to light green according to her instructions that day. At this time, the sky light filtered in from the outside and reflected on the table under the window. On the table, pens, inks, papers and inkstones were laid out in an orderly manner.
At that time, the room was filled with green light reflected by the window paper, as if spring had arrived and the greenery was abundant.
Through the window, I saw that the lanterns in the yard had indeed been removed and turned into floor lanterns laid out on both sides of the road. Because they were afraid of rain, each lantern was covered with a small oil paper top.
Bixue opened the second jar of candied dates, still chattering: "Chang Zai is now favored by the emperor. It's different after all. You didn't see it! The people in the dining room, when they met Sister Qixi, they didn't dare to fool her like before.
If we are always thinking about what to eat, we don’t have to be too hard on ourselves...".
Before she finished speaking, her expression suddenly changed and she said: "Chang Zai... this... this jar is bad!" When Ji Ling turned around to look, he saw that the color and smell of the jar had changed.
Because it was sealed in the jar with oil paper, I didn't notice it. When I opened it, a strong sour smell suddenly spread. It was obviously too rotten to eat.
Qixi walked over and took the jar from Bixue's hand, then silently resealed the jar.
Ji Ling grinned at Qixi: "If we have a dining room in the future, we can cook it ourselves! It's even more delicious than this."
Jingshi room value room.
The white copper brazier has a simple pattern, but it is filled with fine silver charcoal. It is as warm as a spring day. Under the south wall, two young eunuchs knelt there. In front of them was a square rosewood chair, where Mr. Chen sat.
above.
The little eunuch tapped his legs and squeezed his shoulders. Eunuch Chen closed his eyes and hummed comfortably, but his voice was thin, so it didn't sound like a sigh of pleasure, but more like the cry of an old woman.
"More up, a little further!" Eunuch Chen hummed.
The little eunuch's forehead was already sweating, and his face was flushed with heat because he had no time to take off his robe. After hearing the instructions, he quickly moved the wooden mallet that hit his legs upward slowly.
"Grandpa, are you still feeling comfortable?" the little eunuch gasped.
Eunuch Chen still closed his eyes for a while, and then he let out a long sigh from his nostrils: "My dear grandson!" and then opened his arms.
The little eunuch who was squeezing his shoulders immediately stopped and stood up. Before the little eunuch who was beating his legs could react, he ran to the table and brought a pot of hot tea over: "Grandpa!"
Eunuch Chen poured the boiling tea into his mouth in just a few sips, then raised his neck, shook it left and right a few times, spit it out, pinched his shoulders, and the little eunuch took out the copper basin from nowhere and took it neatly. Then he tilted his head slightly.
He raised his head and asked him with a smile: "Grandpa, the emperor agreed to have dinner at last year's concubine tonight, so there is no need to turn over the sign?".