After dinner, two dishes of red date and longan soup were served. The soup was burnt red and very clear in the snow-white porcelain bowl. The longan meat had been pitted and had absorbed the water. It swelled abundantly in the soup, half floating and half floating.
After it is bleached, a few wolfberry berries are placed in it to adjust the color.
Yin took a few sips, then put it down and said in disgust: "It's too sweet."
Ji Ling's taste was on the sweet side, and he thought the soup was very delicious. When he heard what Yin said, he was stunned for a moment, and saw that he had already picked up a volume of memorials that he had brought and started reading.
Ji Lingku sat next to him: since the emperor didn't tell her to leave, she couldn't leave at will; but since the emperor was still reading the memorial, she couldn't interfere or move around at will.
Qixi stood at the door, exposed half of her body, and gestured with Ji Lin in lip sync. Ji Ling watched for a while before reacting.
Qixi was asking her: If she is going to bed later, should she prepare in advance now?
Going to bed?
Ji Ling turned his head and glanced at Yin, and saw that he had just turned over a page of the memorial and was immersed in it. His sharp brows were slightly wrinkled, and his long and powerful fingers turned over the yellowish paper of the memorial. His thumb
The fingertips made of mutton-fat jade are smooth and shiny.
The candlelight in the room flickered red, and it was unusually quiet for a while.
She turned back and gently shook her head towards Qixi, indicating for her to leave first.
Yin seemed unaware and just flipped through the thick memorials without raising his head, which seemed to be endless. Ji Ling saw that his face was getting closer and closer to the paper. It seemed that the light was not very good and he could not see clearly.
It looked like it was very difficult, so he slowly got up, tiptoed to the head of his bed, took a small palace lantern, and looked for a fire fold.
Huozhezi is a small bamboo tube-like thing. It looks small and exquisite, but it has a lot of stories inside: people pound sweet potatoes, cotton and reed wadding and dry them, then add sulfur or other things that are easier to burn, and finally
Put them all into this small bamboo tube. In this way, although there is no open flame, there are sparks. When you need to use it, you can directly use the fire stick as a guide to light the lamp and candle.
Ji Ling had seen Qixi use it easily and conveniently. He tried several times but couldn't start the fire. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He heard a gentle voice behind him, saying: "Let me do it." Ji Ling turned around and
Kan Yinzheng stretched out his hand towards him, indicating that he would hand the fire folding piece to him.
Ji Ling walked over and saw that Yin quickly lit the lamp, so he held it up and stood next to Yin to shine the light for him. Yin raised his head and glanced at her and said, "I don't need you to make a candlestick, just put it on
Here." Although he said it disgustingly, his smile was warm, and he stretched out his hand to press the back of Ji Ling's hand, signaling her to sit down.
Ji Ling sat down obediently, but Yin did not take his hand back, and still put it on the back of Ji Ling's hand. Ji Ling lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand. Although he was pampered, there were still slight veins bulging out, and his nails were smooth, and each one was visible.
Crescent moon. Probably because I spend too much time at my desk. In fact, if you look closely, the dragon pattern on the sleeves is not as bright as it is from a distance, but has faint threads. When you get closer, you can still smell the faint fragrance of sinking water.
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Yin seemed to be aware of her gaze and reached out to gently turn it over. What Ji Ling never expected was that he actually held her hand instead.
When Yin left, it was already late at night. Ji Ling sent him off with a group of minions. When he turned around, he saw the four minions with disappointed expressions on their faces, which they couldn't hide even if they wanted to.
Originally, I thought that the emperor had already had dinner here and stayed so late, so the matter of sleeping with him must be a nail in the coffin. Who knew that the emperor actually used this place as a study room, and just read the memorial in red sleeves at night
Come.
Ji Ling yawned loudly, then swallowed and said, "Qixi, I'm hungry, is there any leftover food?".
Qixi looked surprised: "Chang Zai, are you hungry again?".
The main hall of Jingyang Palace.
Jasmine quietly closed the door, not letting any sound get out, and then walked gently to the door of the inner bedroom.
The spring was cold and the night was as cold as water. Her feet stepped on the floor tiles of the bedroom step by step, and her hands unconsciously went into the cuffs of her sleeves. She didn't stop until she reached the concubine's bed, and smiled in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty.
I left without staying overnight!".
For a long while, there was no movement behind the bed curtain.
Jasmine thought her voice was too soft and the concubine didn't hear her, so she raised her voice again and repeated: "Your Majesty, I have seen it. The emperor left and did not stay with Ji Chang at all!".
There was still silence behind the bed curtain. Jasmine thought that Concubine Xu had fallen asleep, so she stopped talking and walked gently back to the outside, then lay down on the mat at the door that belonged to the night palace maid.
She soon fell asleep.
On the bed in the palace, the concubine quietly turned over and opened her eyes.
She silently stared at the swaying tassels on the top of the bed tent, and after a long while she seemed to be saying to herself: "If the emperor really stayed overnight, it would be nothing. The emperor only came here to have a meal with her, and this would be fatal!"
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It was a sunny day early the next morning, and Ji Ling slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up. Originally, he didn't have to go to work or go to school, so it would be great to be a Qinggong Mi Chong!
She yawned and sat down in front of the dressing table. After learning this lesson, she no longer dared to be unkempt in her yard. What if the emperor came to see her on a whim again?
Qixi helped her wash and dress up, and together with Bixue served Ji Ling's breakfast.
Then a room full of slaves began to prepare to move.
At this time, the advantages of having a family with four walls become apparent.
Although in Ji Ling's opinion, the original owner was extremely poor and didn't even have a few sets of decent clothes, but because of this, the move was very quick. Apart from a clothes box and a few quilts, she brought them from the space herself.
Cosmetics and some copper basins for washing are basically gone.
The east and west courtyards had to pass through the atrium of Jingyang Palace. Ji Ling didn't want to be too showy in front of the concubines, so he asked a few servants to take as many as they could at one time without making any noise. In this way, a group of people in the west courtyard ran back and forth four times.
, and took everything out.
Xiao Fenzi looked at the window paper she had pasted with her own hands and sighed with a bit of pity: "Chang Zai, if I had known I was going to move, this window paper would not have been papered, and I couldn't tear it off and take it with me anyway. What a pity!".
Xiao Dazi was holding the chessboard in his hand. When he heard this, he laughed and said: "Look at how angry you are, how much does this window paper cost? Let's go to the east courtyard and paper it up again."
Ji Ling was sitting under the tree in the courtyard, holding a handful of boiled peanuts in one hand and eating them. When he heard this, he raised his finger and pointed to the east side courtyard, and said vaguely: "When you get there, you can use gauze to paste it.