While thinking this, Yinzhen silently stroked Ji Ling's back.
Ji Ling lowered her head. She knew that her emotions just now must have been completely seen through by Yinzhen.
He saw through it but didn't point it out. This was already a very delicate and considerate sentiment.
Ji Ling was somewhat frustrated.
She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, but she felt in her heart that the world was vast and all things were insignificant - as if everything around her was empty, and only Yinzhen in front of her was warm and the warmest reality.
She hugged his arm, rubbed her head on his arm, and a thought suddenly crossed her mind: Yes, the concubine in front of her was at the time when the fire was cooking oil and the flowers were blooming.
What next?
There is an election for show girls every three years. In the eyes of the concubines nearby, Ji Ling is definitely the luckiest and most blessed among this group of show girls.
But what about after the next election?
Possessiveness is always entangled with sympathy and love, like cold vines, creeping up the human heart unknowingly.
Ji Ling hugged Fourth Master tightly. Yinzhen lowered his head and reached out to touch her cheek, but he waved his hand on her forehead and felt a thin layer of sweat.
...This Lingling was so anxious that she even broke out in sweat.
Although Yinzhen felt distressed, he felt inexplicably want to laugh.
He suppressed a smile, shook off the sweat beads on his hands, and then raised his voice and called the slave to come in.
Qixi came in in response and heard the emperor clearly ordering him to prepare a towel and copper basin.
After a while, she brought Bixue and brought in all the face washing utensils. After the two palace maids were waiting for Ji Ling to wash her face again, Qixi was about to raise her hand to help the master dry his face with a clean towel.
Moisture, Yinzhen raised his hand and said: "Give it to me."
He shook his head outwards, and the two palace maids immediately packed up their utensils and fled out quickly.
Yinzhen held a towel in his hand and saw Ji Ling sitting next to him obediently, with his face washed by the warm water, revealing a thin blush on his cheeks.
Yinzhen reached out and gently lifted her chin, and then wiped her carefully with a towel.
How could he be someone who understands these service skills?
After all, men are not as light-handed as Miss Qixi, and Ji Ling is delicate-skinned. When he rubbed her, she couldn't help but let out an "Ouch!" and ducked her head to the side.
Yinzhen couldn't help but laugh, and both of them laughed.
Ji Ling's bun before going to bed was usually simply tied up by Qixi with a hairpin - it was convenient for her to sleep in. At this time, he casually fumbled around her temples, and Ji Ling's long hair fell all over her shoulders.
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He originally wanted to talk to her again, but he saw that she looked a little tired - pregnant people are inevitably sleepy and should get more rest.
What's more... Yinzhen just remembered that when he came here tonight, he was already ready to rest after seeing the scene in Ji Ling's house.
He wiped her face with his own hands and gently carried the person in his arms to the bed.
Afterwards, Yinzhen himself also lay down.
He held the person in his arms and listened to Lingling's breathing gradually getting deeper and deeper.
After a while, she nodded her head on his arm and slowly slid down, as if all the weight on her body had been lifted.
Yinzhen only felt the weight on his arm getting heavier and heavier - he knew she was asleep.
He turned his head and slowly tried to pull his arm out, but Ji Ling seemed to be aware of it, and his body twitched slightly. He was still in his dream, but his hand subconsciously grabbed Yinzhen's sleeve.
Yinzhen was silent for a moment and did not move again.
He hugged Ji Ling and listened quietly to the sound of water outside the window.
Natural pictures and the clear waters of Jiuzhou surround the back lake of the Old Summer Palace - on a windless night, the lake is calm and calm; when there is wind, it is just waves lapping at the shore.
Always a hundred kinds of tenderness.
Jiuzhou Qingyan symbolizes peace in the world and tranquility in Jiuzhou.
The natural pictures are like another rural residence, where the fourth master, who has been tense all day, can completely relax here.
The emperor who ruled the world finally fell into a deep sleep.
In the dream, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are picturesque.
…
Frank and forthright.
The lights in the palace were bright, but not a single servant was visible. They were all sent out by Hua Rong, and she herself served Uranala.
Heidegger was kneeling on the ground, with his eyes as hollow as a wooden stake.
Ulanara sneered, turned to Hua Rong and said: "Go and get the flower tea newly delivered by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and ask the Master of the Sea to have a taste."
Haishi trembled slightly, and could hear the anger and ridicule in the queen's voice - she was a promise, what kind of "Master of the Sea" was she?
Hua Rong responded, but hesitated at his feet.
Ulanara looked at her, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and shouted sternly: "Go!".
Hua Rong trembled and turned around immediately.
Only two people, Ulanara and Hai, were left in the palace.
Ulanala leaned on the armrest and looked at Haishi silently for a moment. How could Haishi not know that the Queen was looking at him?
She steeled herself and said in a low voice: "Queen, please calm down. I am a useless concubine. Please, please..."
Uranala couldn't help but raise her hand to stop Hei from continuing.
She squinted her eyes, tightened her grip on the armrest, and said slowly: "Do you think this place is a stage for you to perform monkey tricks? Are you allowed to ruin my promotion over and over again?"
She didn't say it was okay, but when she said it, she thought of the previous times: she had worked hard, hoping that Heidegger would regain his favor and become her help - after all, since the emperor ascended the throne, among the newcomers, Heidegger was the only one who was favored.
At its peak, it even attracted the attention of the concubine Nian.
Who knows how many times Ulanala made great arrangements, but Haishi failed.
No such fate!
Heidegger knelt on the ground, first covering his face and sobbing, and then his voice gradually became louder.
She wailed in front of the Queen regardless - her voice was full of grievance and despair.
Yes, the once glorious Hai Guiren has fallen to this current situation. What else does she have to lose?
When the queen saw her in front of her, she was as unhappy as howling in mourning, and her heart was filled with dark fire, and she couldn't help but feel angry.
She wrinkled her nose and sat condescendingly on the phoenix seat. She looked at Heidegger with a pair of phoenix eyes with utmost disdain. She tapped the side of her left hand on her knee and said word by word: "For your sake, I,
How much effort did it take? I never thought that you just couldn't stand up!
If I had known that you were so unsatisfactory, hey, I might as well just promote someone casually, I'm afraid they are better than you!"
As she spoke, she pointed out that Hua Rong had made the tea with her own hands and was holding the tea cup. She carefully leaned against the door curtain and came in. When she saw Ulanara pointing at her, she thought that the Queen Master was urging her.
He immediately walked over quickly and respectfully handed over the tea cup.
Hua Rong has a long face, is gentle and approachable, and has a slim figure. She said softly: "Queen, please have some tea." But when she looked up, she saw the Queen looking at her blankly, her eyes seemed to be thinking.
…
Natural pictures.
More than half of the night passed, the moon faded into the night, the sky outside the window was still dark, and Yinzhen had already opened his eyes.
Afterwards, he woke up and sat up with quick movements.
Compared with the Forbidden City, which has many ancestral structures, the Old Summer Palace with its lakes and water is obviously much more relaxed and fast.