Yinzhen has never seen Ji Ling with such a "delicate" eating appearance.
He stared at her across the dining table, almost unaccustomed to it.
What about the weak, helpless...but edible rice bucket Lingling?
The table is full of dishes.
Green vegetables - she picked one, swayed it on the tip of her chopsticks, like a swing, looked at it, and then put it down.
Brown sugar crispy chicken - Qixi broke off the lean chicken legs, wrapped them in thick marinade, rolled them in a small celadon plate with brown sugar sauce on the side, and then wrapped the leg bones in oil paper.
Pass it to Ji Ling. This way your hands will not get greasy and dirty.
Ji Ling took it, took three bites, and then put it down.
Just like that, Qixi's face was still shining brightly beside him, as if he was so happy - the emperor was accompanying him to eat, it worked after all!
After putting down the chicken legs, Ji Ling picked up a chopstick of snow-white rice and put it into her mouth in pieces. After chewing it for a while with an unprecedented graceful manner, she wiped her mouth gracefully with a handkerchief.
Forced by Yinzhen being opposite, she did not dare to put down the chopsticks in her hand. She held the two chopstick heads tentatively and dangled them in her hands.
Then, she smiled shyly and politely at Yinzhen, meaning: I've finished eating.
She's really not being pretentious.
Even if she had to be pretentious, as a foodie, she would never be pretentious about "eating" - she had no grudge against herself!
It's really because her appetite hasn't been whetted yet.
Yinzhen looked at it quietly for a while, sighed helplessly, reached out to touch the back of Ji Ling's head, and patted it gently - if possible, he really wanted to eat it for her, so as to be full of these meals and nutrients.
But eating, like love, cannot be forced.
"Eat some more, okay?" He was even a little at a loss and could only coax her with soft words.
The emperor was accustomed to giving orders. Even though it was a question, when it came out of his mouth, it also carried a sense that he could not be disobeyed.
After hearing what Imperial Doctor Di said today, Yinzhen thought that Ji Ling had a loss of appetite and had a smaller appetite. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he was surprised - just kidding! An adult can only eat so much.
Should I go on a hunger strike or ascend to immortality?
It would be strange if there is no problem with the body!
Unknowingly, Yinzhen frowned.
He didn't know that in fact, the way he frowned seemed to Ji Ling... rather fierce.
The atmosphere in the room was so tense that it was almost eerie. Several slaves felt that they had not taken good care of their mistress. Seeing the emperor's dark face, they were even more afraid that he would blame him and the slaves would be left unsatisfied.
The more they thought about it, the more frightened they became. They all lowered their heads and trembled for a while.
The master is the treasure in the heart of the emperor, and now that he is carrying a little baby in his belly, it is even more precious.
Not to mention that she is just dragging her feet and not eating, even if she followed Sun Houhou's example and went to Jiuzhou Qingyan to lift the roof of the imperial dining room, the emperor would not lay a finger on her...
But these slaves are different - failure to serve the master well is the slave's incompetence.
The emperor will not be so tolerant of them just because they are the servants of the concubines.
On the contrary, just because they were serving the concubines, the emperor would demand them with more picky and strict standards.
Ji Ling looked at Yinzhen with a sullen face and felt stressed.
She groaned, holding the chopsticks, shrinking her neck, looking around among the many dishes on the table, trying her best to suggest to herself: "I want to eat as much as possible, eat as much as possible..."
The self-suggestion didn't work at all, but morning sickness started to join in the fun - her stomach tightened, her throat tightened, and she felt an uncontrollable nausea. She tilted her head to the side, covered her mouth and started vomiting.
"Ugh...cough cough..."
Qixi hurriedly took the small copper bowl over and asked her to vomit.
Ji Ling's vomiting was so overwhelming that she felt like she was about to vomit out bile! The gastric juices were burning in her throat, making her wince and make her tears and nose run out.
When the emperor came into the room and asked Concubine Chen why she hadn't eaten for several days, Grandma Chen was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe. Now when she saw Ji Ling vomiting like this, Grandma Chen's nerves were also tense.
It's almost broken.
Just tell her! Pregnant women have all sorts of weird appetites - some vomit to the point of being unable to eat, some are reincarnated as if they were starving to death every day, and some are just like the concubines, who don't eat but are just not hungry.
The more the queen doesn’t want to eat, the less you can force her!
Look, did you force someone to vomit?
Ji Ling vomited out everything he had just eaten, and rinsed his mouth several times with the fragrant tea on the table before he felt better.
She raised her hand and wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and suddenly she saw a piece of silver-like...transparent snot in front of her eyes.
Yes, snot! It's sticky.
It was still swinging back and forth between her nose and cheek.
Ji Ling's first reaction was to turn her face away, not wanting Yinzhen to see her ugly appearance.
It's so embarrassing.
Before she could turn her head, her face was already being held by the Fourth Master.
Ji Ling lowered her eyes in embarrassment, and then she felt something warm under her nostrils. It was actually Yinzhen who wiped away her nose with his hands?
Wiped off...
Ji Ling's heart skipped a beat at first, then she reacted and raised her eyes to slowly look at Yinzhen.
There was no look of disgust on Yinzhen's face.
There was only distress and guilt in his eyes - after all, it was he who urged Lingling to eat, causing her to vomit.
Taking advantage of this moment, Bixue finally hurriedly handed over the handkerchief.
The hand towel had just been boiled in hot water and was still steaming when taken out.
Qixi took it and was about to wipe Ji Ling's face when Yinzhen reached out and took it himself - holding the handkerchief, he held Ji Ling's hand comfortingly with one hand and wiped her warmly with the other.
Face.
His face was so close to hers that Ji Ling could almost clearly see every eyebrow and eyelash, his thin lips that were slightly white and dry due to fatigue, and the serious expression on his face.
So serious, so careful.
When he wiped the corners of her eyes, Yinzhen saw a small teardrop hanging from the corners of Lingling's eyes.
He thought she had vomited and choked just now, so he reached out and pulled it out for her, but after a while, he saw water shining in Lingling's eyes again, and she was filled with tears.
Yinzhen noticed something was wrong and waved his hand to signal all the servants in the room to retreat.
When they were the only two people left in the main hall, he reached out and took her into his arms, increased the strength in his hands, squeezed her shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "Lingling, what's going on?"
Ji Ling closed her eyes, shed another tear, and said confusedly: "I don't know either."
As she spoke, she sniffed her nose, took the handkerchief from Yinzhen's hand, and blew her nose.
Yinzhen thought for a while, and he probably understood.
He hugged Ji Ling's hand tightly and touched her head with his head.
After a while, Ji Ling's mood obviously recovered - she looked calm and calm, and said with a bit of embarrassment, "Your Majesty, I want to eat."
Yinzhen held his forehead: ...Is this little thing finally feeling hungry again because he vomited all his food?