Yinzhen raised his hand and knocked on the table, saying: "Lingling, come and take a look."
Ji Ling walked over and saw three words neatly written on a piece of gold-plated paper the size of a book. She only glanced at it and understood.
It is the title of concubine.
Yinzhen lifted the hem of his robe to the side, sat down at the table, and motioned for Ji Ling to come to him.
His eyebrows stretched like the spring breeze, and his eyes were full of gentle smiles. He looked at her and said slowly: "Lingling, I was busy with political affairs early in the morning and didn't have time to discuss it with you. I just have time now."
Before leaving for the Old Summer Palace, you once told me that you have to choose your own account, do you remember?"
Seeing Ji Ling's eyes blank, Yinzhen shook his head, smiled slightly, and sighed: "Thankfully, I finally settled on these three words."
Ji Ling turned his head to look.
The first character is the character "chen".
Yinzhen explained to her: "'Chen' is where Beichen is, and it also refers to the residence of the emperor. Therefore, the concubine named 'Chen' is the person closest to the emperor."
Yinzhen picked up the royal pen and put a drop of red vermilion on the character "Chen" before saying with a leisurely expression: "This character is quite graceful and noble. I like it very much. I have never given this title to anyone before.
His voice became clearer and clearer, and he spoke eloquently. At the end of the sentence, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he looked at Ji Ling: "Lingling, you are the one in my heart, and I leave this title to you."
Ji Ling raised her face and smiled at him.
Yinzhen reached out and touched her cheek. Without waiting for her to say anything, he picked up the pen and circled the second word "Mu" with cinnabar. He flipped his finger, turned the imperial pen, tapped with the penholder, and then said: "This
The word - "Zhou Song" says "Yu Mu Qing Temple", and "Daya" also says "Mu Mu Huanghuang", both of which mean gentle, dignified and solemn. This word is not only not vulgar, but also has a bookish feel.
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He paused, with a slight regret on his face, then pointed to the third character and said: "There is also the character 'virtuous' at the end. In terms of temperament, Lingling fits this title very well, but it's a pity that it is a bit ordinary.
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Ji Ling looked at his side face and suddenly whispered in a cold voice: "Your Majesty, how about the word 'lucky'?"
When she said it, she felt a little regretful - Yinzhen chose three words for her so carefully, and she asked him this question. Wasn't this a clear displeasure for him?
She held the handkerchief in her hand and explained in a low voice: "Actually, I have been hearing people call me 'Ji Guiren' for such a long time. I...I'm used to it."
Yinzhen was startled for a moment, then laughed.
It turns out that Lingling had such a lazy idea.
He raised his hand and touched her hair lovingly, and said in a deep voice: "It's not that simple. Lingling, there are a lot of things to pay attention to when choosing a title."
Taking this opportunity, he gave Ji Ling a good talk, and Ji Ling finally understood - it turns out that, except for a few special circumstances, if a concubine directly uses her surname as a title...
Or he is from a humble background and is not even worthy of a title.
Either he didn't have the Sacred Heart, and the emperor did whatever he wanted, even skipping the matter of sealing the title.
Of course, this mainly applies to concubines and above.
After all, in the Qing palace, nobles were always there, and they agreed to an unlimited number, and they all followed the emperor's wishes. But starting from the concubine position, the number of people was limited.
In other words, when you are a noble, it doesn't matter whether you have a title or not, but when you reach the concubine level, it is very important.
Even from the title, we can figure out the concubine's status in the emperor's heart, the emperor's opinion of her, and even... how long the future of this concubine can be.
Concubine Chen, Concubine Mu, Concubine Xian...
Ji Ling silently recited these words in her heart.
It seems that except for "Mu Bin", which sounds a bit wooden and not pleasant to the ears, the other two sounds are very good.
However, she still prefers the word "Xian" in her heart. The word "Xian" sounds much more low-key than the word "Chen".
"Chen" is really too gorgeous and star-studded. Using this word for a concubine seems a bit top-heavy.
If there is a noble concubine in the palace, an imperial concubine, this title would be very suitable.
But she will never pour cold water on Fourth Master again!
Ji Ling swallowed, raised his eyes, met Yinzhen's gaze, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, let's decide, both words are indeed very good! This... this is the title rewarded by the Emperor, I listen to the Emperor."
Yinzhen had been looking at her with a smile. He was very happy to hear her obedient acceptance. He smiled, raised his hand neatly, pointed at the word "Chen" on the gold-plated paper, and said, "That's it."
With the word Chen, I will confer Lingling the title of concubine Chen!"
Wait, why does this character "Chen" look so familiar?
Ji Ling raised her eyebrows slightly and thought for a moment, then her heart suddenly lit up - Ah! Concubine Chen!
Isn't this the title of Huang Taiji's most beloved concubine, Hai Lanzhu?
The Concubine Chen who made Huang Taiji fall in love with her so much that he loved her to death.
Ji Ling knelt down to thank her, but Yinzhen naturally refused to let her squat down. He bent down and stretched out his hand to help her up.
He took her hand and hugged her into his arms.
When Su Peisheng saw this, he immediately kicked out all the slaves in the inner hall with raised eyebrows and glares.
Ji Ling leaned on Yinzhen's shoulder, smiled with her eyes closed, and said in a sweet voice: "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."
Yinzhen raised his hand and touched her cheek, looked into her eyes with a smile, and after a moment, he slowly and softly said: "One more thing - now that we are in the Old Summer Palace, Lingling, your residence is
Temporarily placed in natural pictures.
The small courtyard looks quite elegant to me, and I think it appeals to your liking, but it's just not elegant enough. But considering its close proximity to Jiuzhou Qingyan, I'll give it a few months and wait until the winter solstice to return to the Forbidden City.
, I will choose a palace for you."
When Yinzhen said this, a look of complaint suddenly appeared on his face, and Xu Xu said: "Jingyang Palace is too far, I don't want to run away anymore!"
As soon as this was said, both of them laughed.
Ji Ling raised his hands, wrapped them around Yinzhen's waist, nodded without thinking: "I listen to the emperor!"
Yinzhen lowered his head to look at her, and saw her smiling contentedly, her eyes turning into two crescent moons, and her delicate face full of infinite dependence and trust on herself.
Tenderness surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but hug Ji Ling tightly, gently stroking her temple hair with his chin.
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evening.
To the northwest of Qingyan in Jiuzhou, it is flat and open.
Uranara was leaning under the window of the inner room, with a single coat draped over his shoulders. There were three ice buckets in the hall. In addition, at dusk, the light in the hall was dim, making it look a bit desolate in early autumn.
meaning.
In the hand of the Ulanara clan, the list of female officials selected for the canonization ceremony of Jiguiren was presented by the clan government.
She didn't look at the list, her eyes just fell into space.
Hua Rong walked in, knelt down and whispered: "Queen."
Seeing that Uranala didn't respond, she had no choice but to increase her tone and shout again.
The queen's whole body was shaken, and she raised her head and looked at Hua Rong as if she had just woken up from a big dream. The list in her hand suddenly slipped to the ground.
The palace people lit the palace lanterns.
Ulanara was not very comfortable that day, and the lights in the palace were not allowed to be bright and dazzling. Only two seven-turn lotus-scented lamps swayed in the wind, illuminating the palace dimly, and the lights were dim.
Beside Hua Rong, a hand stretched out and slowly picked up the list.