Xi's concubine seemed to be encouraged, her expression became lively, and she said with a gentle smile: "I can only make bowls of soup, so there is no such thing as hard work. It's just hard work, but it can't compare to the hard work of the emperor who takes care of everything."
Yinzhen snorted through his nose, took out the pair of glasses again, took a bright yellow silk lens wiping handkerchief from the brocade box on the side, wiped them carefully, and then felt a little tired.
He sat down, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, then sighed and said, "How are you these days, Princess?"
Seeing this, Xi Concubine stepped forward and poured the soup into the small ancient celadon bowl that had been prepared. She bowed and stepped forward, presented the bowl to Yinzhen with both hands, and then said softly:
"Returning to the emperor, the concubine is doing very well, especially since she had a bowl of black-bone chicken soup and a bowl of japonica rice meal this morning, which was very good."
Yinzhen said nothing, closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Xi Concubine smiled and said: "This soup is very fragrant. Your Majesty, why don't you try it while it's still hot?"
Yinzhen opened his eyes and glanced at her, thinking that after all it was hard for her to serve the concubine, he comforted her and said: "'Stop it for now, I know you are interested."
Xi Bin heard the perfunctory tone in his voice. The smile on his face gradually dimmed. She just whispered: "Yes, Your Majesty."
She was holding the bowl of porridge, neither putting it down nor putting it away. Seeing this, the palace attendant next to her came forward and took the food box away for Niu Hulu.
Yinzhen raised his head slightly and leaned on the seat.
Xi Concubine looked at the emperor for a moment, and then remembered that when she was in the dormitory, she was just a humble princess, and she had long been accustomed to serving the fourth elder brother Yinzhen cautiously and like a big girl with the same relationship.
Yes, although the emperor had been on the throne for three years, in her impression, she still regarded him as the fourth elder brother of the emperor.
In her impression, after so many years, there was only one time when Si Age was kind to her - that was when she was pregnant with Hongli.
Xi Concubine walked forward silently, stretched out her hands and gently rubbed Yinzhen's temples, and whispered: "Your Majesty, I will rub it for you."
She massaged it gently, her eyes looking a little dazed - as if time had flown back to the time when she was in the dormitory.
Yinzhen lazily closed his eyes and didn't move, but he felt a little irritated for no reason - why is Niu Hulu's family endless?
But thinking of Hongli, his voice couldn't help but soften a little. He raised his hand and gently stopped him: "Okay, I'm fine. Xibi doesn't have to be busy."
When he raised his hand, he accidentally touched Niu Hulu's hand.
Niu Hulu had the courage to reach out and hold the emperor's hand. Then he lowered his head and pressed his face on the back of Yinzhen's hand affectionately. Then his eyes were watery, he raised his head and said softly: "Your Majesty, you are still the best."
Just like back then, when I first entered the prince's palace, your palms were always so hot."
Yinzhen said nothing.
Mrs. Niu Hulu only felt that her face was slowly burning up. Fortunately, the palace people around her had already retreated, and no one saw the scene in the palace.
Yinzhen closed his eyes and listened as Mrs. Niu Hulu finally closed her mouth and stopped making noise, so he let her hold his hand.
In the evening of that day, the news that Concubine Xi went to Qingyan in Jiuzhou and stayed there for a long time spread to the residences of the concubines around the back lake of Yuanmingyuan.
Concubine Yu sneered and just said: "When I was young, I didn't make progress, but now I know how to push myself in front of the emperor with a shy face!"
In the natural painting, while the concubine Chen was sleeping, Xiao Fenzi pulled Sister Qixi into the dining room and told Xiao Dazi about the matter. Xiao Dazi lowered his shiny hands and frowned.
He said: "The emperor hasn't been here for a few days. My master looks happy on the outside, but maybe he is sad in his heart. It's better not to let my master know about this."
Xiao Fenzi nodded and said, "Why don't I know the importance of this? Not to mention that the master is pregnant now, even in the past, there is no need to say that these trivial things made the master sad in vain."
Qixi stood aside, folding her arms and saying nothing. Then when she heard Xiao Fenzi say this, she said steadily: "Okay! After all, he is the emperor, and Empress Xi is just sending some food, look.
Look at your appearance, if the master sees it, she will think that we are hiding some news from her!"
Xiao Dazi nodded repeatedly, but then said: "If the emperor doesn't come tonight, he will already be...".
He turned to look at the date mark written with soot next to the stove, shook his head again, and sighed.
Qixi and Xiaofenzi were both calm at first, but his sigh made them both a little uneasy.
Fortunately, the emperor came to see his master that night.
In the natural painting, all the slaves up and down breathed a sigh of relief.
When Yinzhen came out of the Qinzheng Qinxian Hall in the evening, it happened that Dean had been waiting at the entrance of the hall for a long time - waiting to report to the emperor what happened to the concubine Chen in the past few days.
Yinzhen had some free time today. He finally had a period of rest from the busy work at hand. After hearing the pulse report, he rushed to the natural pictures without even sending someone to pass it on.
Then when he came over, he walked straight over, made a silent gesture from afar, and strode straight in.
Qixi was busy in the main hall, when she suddenly turned around and saw the emperor, her hands shook with fright, and she quickly wanted to say hello, but Su Peisheng raised his hand to stop.
Yinzhen glanced around the main hall and did not see Ji Ling.
He turned around, lifted the curtain, and walked into the back room. He saw Ji Ling standing under the window, wearing a light pink robe, with her black hair tied up with a homely hair accessory, and two small pink flowers stuck in her hair.
The hairpin just matches the white skin behind the ears.
He saw her closing her eyes tightly, bowing slightly, bowing three times to the void, clasping her hands together, and mumbling something.
"What are you doing?" he asked with a smile, which frightened Ji Ling so much that she trembled. When she saw clearly that it was Yinzhen, she reached out and patted her chest and said: "The emperor came in but there was no movement.
, scared me!”
Yinzhen stepped forward, took her hand and sat aside. He raised his hand and touched the thickness of her clothes. He saw that although the color of the cloth was light, the texture was indeed thick. He felt relieved and said warmly:
"It's autumn now, and the evening breeze is very cold. Stand at the window and be careful of catching a cold."
He paused, touched Ji Ling's hair, and then said softly: "You haven't answered me yet, what are you doing?"
Ji Ling's face showed embarrassment, she reached out and scratched her head, and then whispered: "I am worshiping Buddha."
When she was in college, every time she took an exam, her roommate in the lower bunk would very firmly pull her to pray to Buddha.
Her roommate, who was a top student, also told her that because of the presence of the dormitory aunt and counselors, there was naturally no Buddhist hall in the dormitory.
But it doesn’t matter! Gods and gods are all in your heart. As long as your mind is quiet and free of distracting thoughts, when praying to scriptures or worshiping Buddha, imagine that Buddha is in the void, and pray to Buddha for help attentively, it will be useful.