Eunuch Chen laughed heartily after hearing this, and stretched out his hand to give the little eunuch a surprise: "Little monkey boy, I'm not very good at anything, but I'm getting more courageous. You even dare to pry into my master's affairs? How many lives do you have?"
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The little eunuch rubbed his forehead and said with a smile: "I won't ask, I won't ask anymore."
Eunuch Chen retracted his hand and said: "Concubine Nian is polite on the face, but in her heart she looks down on us eunuchs, eunuchs... slaves... ha, what's wrong with the slaves? You know, a little slave can understand the heavens!".
Yikun Palace.
Yongzheng took a few bites and put down his chopsticks. There were two plates of mutton on the table. They were small lambs. There were a few pieces of lamb that were fried to a fragrant aroma. They were paired with green shredded cabbage. They were tender. He didn't move his chopsticks at all.
, it’s not that the mutton doesn’t taste good, it’s just that he really has no appetite.
I actually drank a lot of soup.
In fact, there were only two serious meals in the Qing palace, one for breakfast and one for lunch. He didn't eat it that night. I don't know since when, the concubines in the palace began to have a variety of dinners, some of which were
In the loneliness of the deep palace, in order to fill the vacancy in the heart, I had to use the stimulation of taste instead; some people spent the long night waiting for the emperor to come without warning. As time went by, it became a common practice, even the queen who did not eat after lunch before
They all started preparing for late night snacks from time to time.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was always deserted, and Concubine Nian could only talk about Nian Gengyao's birthday in a while. When she saw Yin put down her chopsticks, she forced a smile and said: "Your Majesty, the dishes here should be the most suitable.
If you don’t like your taste, I’ll ask you to remove the dining room and make a new one!”
Yin said: "Then why bother?".
He quickly wiped his face and hands with the hot towel brought by the young eunuch. Seeing that he seemed to be getting ready to leave, Concubine Nian couldn't help but said anxiously: "Your Majesty! You haven't been to Yikun Palace for a long time. If you come again tonight,
Go out from here, I will not be able to see the Sixth Palace tomorrow!".
Yin heard that her voice was trembling with anxiety, he sighed, stopped, and said silently: "Okay, I'll stay in the Side Nuan Pavilion."
Concubine Nian said nothing and watched Yin walk into the side hall without any nostalgia. After a long time, she was helpless by the servants to wash herself and go to bed.
The personal maid extinguished the palace lanterns and put down the bed curtains. The always high-spirited Concubine Nian lay on the pillow, her body stiff. After an unknown amount of time, she finally grabbed the pajamas on her chest and sighed sadly.
All the time, everyone in the Sixth Palace saw that Concubine Nian was favored and the Queen was jealous. In fact, only she knew that the bottom part of her heart was empty.
Because I have never felt Yin's firm love in a down-to-earth manner, I feel weak.
She entered the palace many years ago. At that time, the empress was not yet the empress, but the direct descendant of the fourth prince. She was not too old and not as lifeless as she is now. She could still criticize her and fight with her.
Everyone in the house said: Nian Fujin was the favorite of the special family, and even Fujin wanted to give her three points, but only she knew that when Yin was with her, she was often lost in thought, either thinking about political affairs or other things.
Other things on my mind.
He constantly rewarded her and was always kind to her when outsiders were around, but when there were only two of them together, he was not affectionate enough to her.
After accompanying him for so many years, she knew very little about his inner thoughts. Even Fujin and his concubine were better than her at this point.
More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye. The weather is getting warmer day by day. Seeing the spring flowers blooming, the slaves doing rough work in various palaces have taken off their cotton clothes and put on unlined clothes. In the various palaces in the Forbidden City, the fresh green color has begun to gradually fade.
spread.
In the past two months, Yin seemed to be busy with state affairs and had not visited the harem once. Naturally, Ji Ling had not been summoned either.
She was not in a hurry, but Qixi and Bixue couldn't sit still. They reminded Ji Ling all day long to take the initiative to create opportunities to please the emperor. However, after being scolded by Ji Ling a few times, the two of them did not dare to say anything anymore.
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The strange thing is that the food quality in the dining room has not declined, and the food brought back from the Changchun Palace is still exquisite in every way. Because there is no burden of thinking about sleeping, Ji Ling closed the small door of the west courtyard and began to eat and drink with open belly.
There are a lot of winter cabbages in the Changchun Palace kitchen, with huge and plump leaves. Ji Ling uses them instead of lettuce, with sweet and spicy sauce, and eats them directly with the barbecue in his hand. There are also homemade sweet-sauce small potatoes and sweet-sauce cabbage.
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In addition, Concubine Qi also likes to eat hot pot, mutton hot pot, beef hot pot, vegetarian hot pot, old tofu hot pot, rice cake hot pot, and all kinds of hot pot in Changchun Palace.
Before Ji Ling traveled through time, he was also a hot pot lover.
So in this month, she followed Concubine Qi and ate hot pot no less than ten times. She also made many dipping sauces of her own.
Qixi took the plaster and helped Ji Ling smear the pimples on her face with a sad face, and advised her earnestly: "Chang Zai, no matter how delicious the hot pot is, for the sake of appearance, you have to endure it. If you have pimples on your face like this, if the emperor calls
You're sleeping with me, what should I do?"
Gradually, when paying respects to the Queen, the attitude of the Sixth Palace woman began to change.
Those noble people who used to laugh and joke around her now look at her with either indifference or gloating about her misfortune.
Originally, a little Chang Zai had neither a distinguished mother's family nor a stunning appearance. It was just a temporary novelty for the emperor. After the initial novelty, he would naturally be abandoned.
Throughout the dynasties, there have been many such things in the harem.
The Queen was also wondering: Will this Ji Changzai be silent from now on? Whenever the concubines say hello and please the Queen with every word, she will always smile and be polite, and watch calmly from the corner of her eyes.
Ji Ling, observe whether she is really as calm and calm as she appears.
And Ji Ling also noticed: Among the many concubines, there was only one who was very attentive. Every time after greetings, she did not participate in any gossip, did not join any faction, and was always very dedicated to "eating", and that was Concubine Qi.
The kitchen chef in the Queen's Kunning Palace is top-notch in craftsmanship, and the pastries made by her made Concubine Qi's fingers twitch and salivate.
And Ji Ling imitated Korean cuisine, using cabbage instead of lettuce, wrapping the barbecue and eating it together, which soon spread from the Changchun Palace dining room to Concubine Qi's ears.
After Concubine Qi tried it once, she was full of praises, and Ji Ling was very grateful for her generous sharing of her Changchun Palace dining room to Ji Ling. So, she personally gave the spicy cabbage she made to Concubine Qi.
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Sometimes, the bridge of communication is not limited to language, but also food.
It was already two months later when I saw Yin again.
But what Ji Ling never expected was that this time, Yin came to her west courtyard in person.