When the two of them entered the house, Bixue had already gone to the dining room to deliver a message. Soon, meals warmed with hot water on a red lacquered grid were served, and a table with a dazzling array of items was gradually laid out.
While the servants were busy arranging the layout, Yinzhen knocked on the table and said to Ji Ling: "I remember telling you about your father before - I asked him to leave the capital for training.
That’s what I was planning for today.”
When he said this, he thought about how Lingling's father was facing him in the court today, his face was red and embarrassed, and he was somewhat at a loss.
On the Dragon Throne, the more kindly he looked to Ji Qian, the more Ji Qian became frightened and uneasy, to the point where his tongue was almost tied.
When Yinzhen thought about it, he felt a little helpless - he thought that Ji Qian was also an honest person. Although his ability was not outstanding, he was good at his job and worked conscientiously so that nothing could go wrong.
Now that he has been promoted to the third rank, he is only given relatively unimportant positions so that he can get a prestigious idle job and spend the rest of his life peacefully.
If it is done well, it will be better. If it is not done well, because it is placed in a clever position, colleagues can also move it.
Here he was, carefully planning his future career for her father.
When he raised his eyes, he saw that Lingling had already washed her hands in the copper basin held by the slaves, dried them with a dry towel, and was waiting for him eagerly.
Yinzhen looked at the dishes on the table and felt a little hungry.
He only had one meal in the morning today. After going to court in the morning, he discussed politics until noon - and then had a simple duty meal with the ministers at the Qinzheng Qinxian Hall.
Duty meals are working meals, usually prepared for ministers who discuss political matters.
The so-called "simple" is just that compared to the imperial dining room in the Emperor's Kyushu Qing Banquet, it is actually very rich.
In order to show his love and care for his ministers, Yinzhen would often discuss political affairs late. He would also sit among his ministers and have a meal together, during which they would discuss unfinished political matters - that kind of exchange between monarch and ministers, but it was
It's a different kind of smoothness.
At the moment, Ji Ling heard that he told her father that he had originally arranged to leave the capital and take up a local post in preparation for today's promotion. Although she knew it in her heart, she heard Yinzhen explain it to her again in such a serious manner.
, it’s different after all.
Ji Ling blinked his eyes and said with emotion: "The emperor treats me so well."
After a pause, she took Yinzhen's hand again, squeezed it hard, and repeated sincerely: "The emperor treats me so well!"
Yinzhen felt a small sense of accomplishment in his heart, so he held her hand with his backhand, smiled and said with emotion: "Lingling is also very good, and has given me a lot of joy and relaxation."
Ji Ling shrank his neck slightly and his face turned a little red.
This was the first time she heard Yinzhen praise herself so directly in public.
Well, happy, relaxed... Fourth Master likes to be with her so much.
Yinzhen smiled when he saw her eyes bright and a little intoxicated.
He patted the back of her hand, raised his chopsticks, and said concisely and concisely: "Have a meal."
Just do what makes you happiest!
Although Kyushu Qingyan's small stove is only for pregnant women, situations like "the emperor went to the concubine's place to have dinner" will inevitably be taken into consideration.
Tonight, Xiao Zao cooked two types of dishes: one is suitable for the pregnant lady Chenbi - they are all mild and moderate meals that follow the doctor's advice to nourish qi, kidneys, and nourish yin.
Ji Ling: No, this is not rice, this is obviously a table of medicinal food!
She looked at the meal on the table and regretted not letting Xiao Dazi cook it - at least Xiao Dazi could still use his brains and try his best to give her some flavor. Xiao Dazi had been serving him for a long time, so much so.
I understand her thoughts, and I can measure all tastes just right.
But Jiuzhou Qingyan’s small stove didn’t dare.
Then she glanced towards Yinzhen: Good guy! Everything in front of Fourth Master is her favorite food! Fried, spicy, spicy, sweet and sour...
You can definitely eat sweet and sour food, that's no problem - she pushed Qixi's hand and motioned Qixi to hurry over and pick up the food.
Qixi lingered for a while, sticking to Ji Ling's table and not moving.
Next to Yinzhen, the eunuch serving the meal also saw the little movement of the concubine, and hesitated slightly, wondering whether he stopped his chopsticks or what?
He has seen it all. How could Yinzhen not notice it because he is such a keen person?
He was just teasing her and pretending not to know.
Yinzhen lowered his head and swallowed another mouthful of rice, chewing it, but finally couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
He reached out and personally picked out a piece of sweet and sour West Lake crispy fried fish and put it on the plate in front of Ji Ling. He looked carefully at the plate and found that there were no condiments that were taboo for pregnant women. Then he knocked on the table and ordered: "Eat."
Bar!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lingling immediately lowered her head and followed the order to eat.
It's so fragrant! The puff pastry is not fried directly in the pan, but baked bit by bit on the grill. Although this method is time-consuming, it does not absorb much oil and will not be greasy, and the whole fish skin is
The roasting is done at a moderate temperature, and the layers are wrinkled and stacked in an orderly manner, and are crispy and crispy yellow. It looks like a piece of gold foil paper, which is really beautiful.
Yinzhen originally didn't like the sweet and sour fish dish, but seeing how delicious it was, he became a little curious and took a chopstick to try it.
It turned out that it was really delicious, but the sweetness was too strong. If it wasn't served with rice, it would be a bit boring.
So in order to relieve his tiredness, Yinzhen tried Ji Ling's pregnant women's meal.
The result of such a mess, tasting each other, is that both of them are full...
Fourth Master: ...I am a person who has always been restrained. This was an accident.
Ji Ling originally wanted to drag his sleeves and let the fourth master accompany him to walk in the yard, eat, and then look at the stars, admire the moon, chat and hold hands, how romantic!
But Yinzhen was smiling at first, but when she mentioned it, he immediately said with a straight face that she wanted to rest and not move around much.
He decisively rejected Lingling's request.
Then the two people went to the back room.
As usual, Yinzhen began to happily change the rules again - Ji Ling knew that as long as the Fourth Master sat down, he would never get up for an hour or two, and any other chores around him would not disturb or affect him.
Ji Ling was bored: In this era, she didn't have any recreational activities in this house, so she couldn't go to bed so early and sleep, right?
She first sat on the beauty's couch under the window, while Ge You lay paralyzed for a while.
Then I thought that this posture, with the spine twisted, might be bad for the fetus, so I quickly sat up straight again, supported my head with both hands, and looked at Yinzhen in a daze for a while.
Yinzhen was watched by her eyes. If he noticed it, he suddenly raised his head under the lamp.
He smiled at her, pursed his thin lips, raised his eyebrows, and then lowered his head as if nothing had happened.
It's my heartbeat. Oh no, I can't avoid my eyes.
Ji Ling's heart suddenly skipped a beat when she was seduced by Fourth Master's look.
She had a sudden idea, fumbled for a piece of paper from the desk, and began to draw the fourth master changing the fold under the lamp.
Well, a portrait of Fourth Master!
In fact, before she traveled through time, she was quite talented in drawing - Ji Ling remembered clearly that when she was a child, when she was still in kindergarten, she drew several picture books in one go, based on the cartoon animals in the small picture books.
, painted colorfully with watercolor pens, and the children were passing it around to look at it while they were shouting and dancing.
Later, these picture albums were kept by her mother, euphemistically calling them childhood memories.
Later, when she went to school and her classes became increasingly heavy, she stopped painting much.
Speaking of those albums - they were drawn with pencils and watercolors.
But this was the Yongzheng period, and Ji Ling was holding a soft pen, which was not as easy to control as a hard pen. Especially when drawing details, her wrists trembled slightly.
She tilted her neck and painted carefully, stroke by stroke, for a long time without noticing the passage of time.
When it came to the last step - starting to add details. She lay there and drew the pleats on the fourth master's sleeves little by little.
As she painted, she suddenly felt a warmth on her shoulders.
As soon as Ji Ling raised his head, he was enveloped in a familiar and warm embrace, and he heard Yinzhen's low voice saying with a smile: "What are you doing so absorbed in it? It's rare."
I saw that Yinzhen had already arrived behind her without knowing when.
Yinzhen smiled slightly and reached out to pick up the drawing paper. Ji Ling was so embarrassed that he reached out to cover it, but his movements were not as agile as Fourth Master's.
With a smile on his face, the fourth master picked up the drawing paper, illuminated it under the lamp, and looked at it carefully for a moment, and then with some surprise on his face, he asked Ji Ling: "Is this me?"
Ji Ling: ...Who else could be there besides you? Is it possible for me to paint Su Peisheng?
She stretched out her hand and placed the pen on the hill pen holder. Her ears felt a little hot. She nodded and whispered: "I'm not good at drawing. Your Majesty, don't laugh."
Yinzhen held the drawing paper seriously and looked at it for a long time.
Ji Ling was a little embarrassed and pulled the fourth master's sleeves coquettishly: "Your Majesty, please stop staring! If you like it, I have to draw one carefully and carefully. I haven't practiced this one for a long time and my level is not good!"
Yinzhen smiled slightly: "Who said that the painting is not good?"
He paused, stared at the painting in his hand, and said slowly: "This is the first portrait Lingling painted for me. I like it very much."
Ji Ling suddenly remembered: By the way, I seem to have read it in Xianshu before - it was said that Emperor Yongzheng was particularly fond of portraits, and even asked a Western painter employed by the court to draw many portraits of him. He wore various clothes.
Various clothes, such as dressing up as a Taoist priest, dressing up as a hunter, etc...
Ji Ling smiled as she thought about it.
Yinzhen hugged her into his arms, and the two of them looked at the painting together at the small window under the lamp. Then they heard Yinzhen say in a deep voice: "There are many skilled painters in the world, but it is difficult to paint eyebrows and eyes, all because the spirit has me in its heart."
, to be able to draw so well.”
After hearing what he said, Ji Ling's heart suddenly trembled, and she felt a little enlightened - she lowered her head to look at Yinzhen in the painting.
On the paper, the man's demeanor was noble and elegant, his eyebrows were stern and graceful, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which was very similar to the gentle way he usually looked at her when he smiled.