Uranala was next to Yinzhen. When he saw the emperor looking at the gift brought by the concubine, his expression froze, and he knew there was something wrong in it. When he was about to look sideways, Yinzhen had already closed the lid of the box with a "snap"
Up.
He put the box aside and said with a smile as if nothing had happened: "I am pregnant, but you still prepare carefully for me as a gift, and you are very attentive."
Although he said this, he did not give the box to the registered eunuch, but only handed it to Su Peisheng.
Seeing this, Ulanara glanced at the box and saw that Su Peisheng had already taken it and walked aside holding the box. She felt more and more strange.
Ji Ling was below, looking up at her gift. Just now she saw the expression on Fourth Master's face change for a moment. She couldn't see what was in the box from a distance, so naturally she didn't know what was going on.
Could it be that the painting she painted was too ugly? It frightened the fourth master? - For a moment, such an almost ridiculous idea even passed through Ji Ling's mind.
But looking at Yinzhen's expression, I knew it was definitely not that simple.
The more Yinzhen toasted and talked and laughed as if nothing happened, the more Ji Ling became upset.
Beside Ji Ling, Qixi lowered her head to serve the master, but did not notice the sudden change in expression on the emperor's face.
…
After finally staying up until the night banquet was over, the bright yellow brocade was already stained by wine.
Outside the palace, a bright moon is like a jade-colored palace lantern, and the stars are like the embers of last night's lantern. The weak light is reflected on the sparkling water of the lake behind the Old Summer Palace.
Everyone retired from Jiuzhou Qingyan one by one, and there were also concubines who could rarely show their faces in front of the emperor. They were reluctant to leave at this time, so they lingered around the two princesses in the front hall of Jiuzhou Qingyan, chatting and laughing.
The light kept looking into the temple.
How could Princess Hehui not know what they were thinking? She was too lazy to talk to the concubines, but Princess Shushen was smiling and helping Princess Hehui cope with it. Princess Hehui just held Princess Shushen's hand tightly along the way.
, after finally getting rid of several concubines, he let out a heavy breath and said disdainfully: "I don't have the ability to please Emperor Ama, so I just hang around me all day long. It's really annoying!"
As soon as she said this, Princess Shushen's eyebrows trembled slightly, she raised her head, and her already pale face became even more colorless.
Princess He Hui suddenly thought of Shushen's situation, and quickly took Shushen's hand and said: "Sister Shushen, I am not talking about you."
When she said this, she felt like she didn't have three hundred taels of silver in this place.
Why is it getting darker and darker?
Princess Hehui stamped her feet, stretched out her arms, and hugged Princess Shushen's neck.
Princess Shushen was thin and had thin shoulders. She staggered when she hugged her like this.
Princess Hehui bumped her head against hers, leaned against her ear, and then said with a smile: "Sister, don't worry too much!"
Princess Shushen glanced at Princess Hehui intently, then slowly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a row of small corn-like teeth, and whispered two words shyly: "No."
Princess Hehui felt relieved, then she relaxed her arms and stretched out her hand to the palace maid at the side and behind.
Seeing this, the palace maid lowered her head and took out something from the purse in her arms, and handed it to Princess Hehui.
Princess Shushen turned around and looked over, and saw that it was a mirror. She also saw Princess Hehui looking at the mirror carefully and carefully rearranging the hair on her temples that had been messed up when she was playing with her.
Strange, when did she become so fond of beauty?
Seeing Princess Shushen staring at her, Princess Hehui blushed and threw the mirror to the palace maid behind her. Then she smiled and said: "Today is Huang Ama's Longevity Day after all, so we also
You have to be well-groomed to be a daughter."
Princess Shushen nodded in response, but secretly thought in her heart: The longevity banquet is over, now you say you need to pay attention to your appearance?
Sister, you can’t even lie well.
She said nothing and looked at He Hui with her lips pursed.
It was then that Princess Hehui thought of something at this moment, and she suddenly seemed to be in a trance. Her eyes were hazy, and there was a gentle smile on her face. She looked like a young girl in love with spring. She had no idea that this appearance had already fallen into the eyes of others.
Princess Shushen didn't say much, she frowned, walked in an orderly manner, respectfully kept half a step away, and landed behind Princess Hehui.
…
On the trail after the Qing Dynasty Banquet in Kyushu, Ji Ling left not too late, but not too early. By the time she got on the carriage, the concubines had already left in twos and threes.
Zhang Guiren was still standing next to Jianyu and chatted with her for four or five times. When he raised his head, he saw seven or eight stars in the sky, and there were still the sad sounds of insects in the autumn grass.
It's midnight at midnight.
Ji Ling's shoulder carriage was followed by four young eunuchs from the imperial dining room, all of whom were ordered by Su Peisheng to deliver jewelry boxes to the concubines back to the natural paintings.
The jewelry box was not light in weight. There were eight of them in total. It was a bit difficult for several young eunuchs to hold two in each hand.
The imperial dining room had never expected that the emperor would have such a wonderful idea to give such a thing to the concubines - he was not very skilled at packing it, and it took him several times to wrap up the jewelry box.
The bright yellow brocade has some appearance.
After Zhang Guiren also left, Qixi ordered Jianyu to get up. Just after walking a few steps, a young eunuch of thirteen or fourteen quietly caught up behind him and said straight to the concubine, please stay.
Ji Ling looked at the child who looked familiar. He was from Qingyan of Jiuzhou, so he raised his hand to signal Jianyu to stop.
The little eunuch slapped his sleeves, knelt down to greet Ji Ling, and then said in a low voice - Your Majesty has an order, please don't go back to the natural painting.
Ji Ling was also thinking about the portrait just now, but it was hard to reveal it in front of everyone.
She followed the young eunuch back to Qingyan, Jiuzhou, and saw that in a palace in Nuoda, half of the lights had been extinguished, making the front hall even darker and deeper.
Xiao Chenzi was waiting in front of the hall. When he saw Ji Ling coming, he greeted her and immediately led her to the west hall.
Su Peisheng was waiting at the entrance of the west side hall. When he saw the concubine arrived, he didn't say a word after saying hello, and directly led Ji Ling inside.
Ji Ling stood at the door of the west hall and saw Yinzhen standing behind the desk, thinking about something at this time.
When he raised his head, he saw that Ji Ling had already arrived, standing at the door but not coming in.
Yinzhen immediately strode over to greet her, held Ji Ling's hand, and led her inside.
As he walked, he squeezed her little paws in his hands to warm them, squeezed them again and again, and then said: "The night is cool and windy, and it's getting late. We'll be in Qingyan, Jiuzhou tonight, so there's no need.
gone back."
Ji Ling nodded obediently. She saw that Yinzhen looked calm - he could keep his composure in anything, but she didn't have the same ability.
She had been holding the matter of the portrait in her stomach for a long time, and finally she couldn't hold it in any longer.
Ji Ling pulled Yinzhen's sleeve and asked him in a low voice: "Your Majesty, my gift..."
Yinzhen's face turned cold, he took her hand and said, "Come with me."
The two of them walked to the table. Yinzhen tapped the painting and said calmly: "Take a look."
Ji Ling glanced at the scroll on the table and was speechless - he saw that in the portrait he drew for Yinzhen, several drops of red were sprinkled on the face of the character, making it look like drops of blood.
