Ji Ling was startled and looked at Yinzhen's ambiguous and drunken eyes. A thought came to her mind and she blurted it out subconsciously.
She stared at him and asked him in a low voice: "Is the emperor drunk?"
As she asked, she sniffed her nose vigorously, but she didn't smell any alcohol on Yinzhen.
Today, on the fifteenth day, he went to the Queen's palace. Could it be that during dinner, the Queen invited him to have a few drinks?
That’s not right, it’s neither a festival nor a celebration!
Besides, drinking in the palace has an ancestral system. At the banquet, there will be eunuchs who specialize in serving wine. If they see the emperor drinking too much, the eunuchs will remind him and stop him.
It is absolutely impossible for an emperor to drink so much that he cannot even go to court the next day.
This is the rule left by our ancestors. It is said that it is difficult to conquer a country, but it is even harder to defend a country. Future generations must not produce people who indulge in drunkenness and sex.
Ji Ling was thinking about it on his own here, so naturally he didn't know what Hai promised to do tonight.
Although Yinzhen didn't like Haishi, he was a man after all.
In the open and spacious inner hall, Heidegger took the initiative to throw himself into his arms - although he didn't have the slightest bit of affection for Heidegger, but being teased by Heidegger's warm and fragrant jade, he was somewhat aroused.
A little bit of waning interest comes.
Later, he went to the Natural Pictures - but he was unhappy at the Queen's place, so he wanted to go somewhere he liked and meet the people he liked.
But at this moment, I saw my beloved woman right in front of me, talking and smiling.
He faced Lingling, and the little flame in his heart suddenly burst into flames like a spark igniting a prairie fire, spreading out of control at a speed that even surprised him.
Yinzhen strode to the bed, leaned over and put Ji Ling down.
Then, he stretched out his hand and pulled off the bed curtain neatly.
He lowered his head ferociously and went to kiss her, but she did not respond to him as gently as in the past. She just shrank her shoulders slightly, hunched her back, and ducked back like a lost dog.
When Yinzhen was in love, how could he allow her to escape? He stretched out his hand, pinched her shoulders, and caught her back without any explanation.
Then he glanced down and glanced at Ji Ling's hand.
Ji Ling covered her belly with one hand and shielded him with the other, creating a space between his body and hers - a space to protect the child in her belly.
Her eyes were full of worry and tension, but she held it in stupidly, not making a sound, just looking at him eagerly.
Yinzhen looked at her eyes, and suddenly something clear came over his head - he thought of the child in Ji Ling's belly, and even more of the imperial doctor's instructions: "Be in control, the emperor must be in control."
Confused!
Yinzhen closed his eyes and raised his hand to cover his forehead.
He was really passionate just now - even the temperature in the palm of his hand was hot. If he hadn't put it on his slightly cool forehead, he wouldn't have noticed it.
Yinzhen tried hard to control the thoughts that were constantly surging in his heart, but he felt a little bit unspeakably frustrated - when he was still young, he was already a little bit proud of his self-control and self-cultivation.
Later, he repeatedly warned himself: Even among the brothers, the one who is the most forbearing and restrained in his actions and hides his secrets is not something to be proud of - as long as a person has a trace of pride in his heart.
If you don't have your thoughts and feelings, you can't really calm down.
Later, after many things happened, his self-cultivation skills became deeper and deeper, and he became accustomed to not showing his thoughts and speaking and doing things freely. It is hard to imagine that he would be so out of control now.
After a while, Yinzhen gradually calmed down his breathing, then reached out and patted his side, motioning for Ji Ling to sit over.
Ji Ling had already taken advantage of the effort he had just made to wrap himself up in a quilt, turning himself into a turtle with a protective shell.
Yinzhen snatched the little turtle whole, even with the person wearing the quilt.
He reached out and touched her cheek, then ruffled her hair, and then whispered: "Lingling, it was my fault just now. I forgot my feelings for a moment."
He paused, with a bit of remorse on his face, and asked her, "Are you not scared?"
Ji Ling shook her head and said nothing. First she looked at him with a big smile on her face. Then she stretched out her arms and tried her best to hug him from behind and put her face on his back.
Yinzhen patted her gently with his backhand, trying to catch her from behind, but Ji Ling resisted and refused to raise her face.
She was rarely so stubborn in front of him.
Yinzhen turned around and saw that she was like a large snail, with her head down and her face hidden on his back.
He felt something was wrong and wanted to lift her chin, but after thinking about it, he took his hand back.
He didn't force her to look up.
Sure enough, after a long time, he heard Lingling's voice muffled behind him: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid I won't be able to... during this period of time. Will Your Majesty...?"
Before she could finish speaking, he said decisively: "I will accompany you."
He could hear the frustration and uneasiness in her voice. She was afraid that he wouldn't have enough to eat and would find someone else.
But she couldn't tell the truth - telling the truth would only increase her worries.
Yinzhen reached out and touched the back of her head, stroking a piece of fluffy and messy hair, and then used a little force on his arm to forcefully drag her out from behind him.
He saw that there was a red spot on her forehead, which was all from her pillow on his back.
The eyes seem a little red too?
Yinzhen didn't know if it was his imagination, but when he took a closer look, Ji Ling had already turned his head with a smile.
Yinzhen pulled her into his arms and stroked Ji Ling's back with his right hand.
Then, he raised her face, stopped smiling, and just looked deeply into her eyes.
He earnestly repeated to the baby in his arms: "I am with you."
There was silence in the inner room.
Thinking about what happened to Hei Shi tonight, Yinzhen felt a little unhappy: when the queen was in the dormitory as the direct descendant of Fujin, she was still calm and composed, and she could keep her composure in anything.
But now it's getting worse day by day.
For example, now that Erhai agrees to this matter, the queen's hand is stretched too far!
To put it crudely and directly: Which woman does Yinzhen like, which woman does he like to love, and which woman does he not want to touch? Is it possible that he is still under the control of her Ulanara family?
Is it possible that this kind of love affair is happening? She still wants to give instructions and arrange it for him?
Simply ridiculous!
But after thinking about it, Yinzhen also knew very well: The reason why the queen took advantage of Lingling's pregnancy to immediately take advantage of the opportunity to promote Haishi was because everyone in the harem could see with the naked eye that the empress Chen's concubine had more and more importance in the emperor's heart.
It's getting heavier.
But so what?
Yinzhen snorted silently in his heart, and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly provocatively: My Lingling, I will definitely love you!
He hugged Ji Ling's arm tightly.
He didn't have an attack today, just to save face for the Queen - the Queen must have some face if she wants to unify the Sixth Palace.
Otherwise, how can we suppress the distracting thoughts of the concubines below?