Su Peisheng got up, thinking that Concubine Qian was still in the side hall, waiting to sleep with the emperor, and suddenly felt that the ending was a bit tricky...
He sent Xiao Chenzi to inform Empress Qian.
Xiao Chenzi turned around with an expression of "What can I say?" and walked away.
He followed Su Peisheng on weekdays and fully learned the art of master's euphemistic language, which came in handy at this time.
What he said was so confusing that he didn't understand it at all.
She understood clearly: The emperor asked her to stay in Yangxin Hall tonight and there was no need to leave.
Isn't this what sleeping means?
Concubine Qian blushed and said happily: "Concubine, I will obey the emperor's will."
Xiao Chenzi looked at Concubine Qian's coy look and knew she had misunderstood.
Let it be a misunderstanding, she will know sooner or later anyway.
The modest concubine's cheeks were flushed and her face was full of shyness, which made Xiao Chenzi feel dazed for a moment and her mind became agitated.
He even thought to himself arrogantly - it was really pitiful for such a beauty to be left out in the cold by the emperor.
…
Concubine Qian gradually understood it in the latter half of the night.
At first, she was sitting in the side hall a little delicately, waiting for the maids from the Yangxin Hall to come and wait on her to bathe and burn incense. She was going to be wrapped in a brocade quilt and sent to the Yanxi Hall to wait for her to sleep.
As a result, I kept looking around and waited, and finally someone from the palace opened the door and came in, politely saying that I wanted to wait for the concubine Qian to go to bed.
"Where is the Emperor?" Concubine Qian blurted out subconsciously.
The leading palace servant still had a respectful expression on his face, as if he didn't hear what she asked, and repeated the words again: "The servants are waiting for the concubine to go to bed."
As soon as she finished speaking, the maids next to her slowly walked out holding washing utensils and lined up in a line.
Concubine Qian was so angry that she almost exploded - but she endured it forcefully.
This is the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart. Unless she has eaten the gall of a leopard, who would dare to be presumptuous?
The anger was suppressed, but tears came to my eyes.
It wasn’t until this moment that Concubine Qian realized that the emperor really just “kept” her in the Yangxin Palace for one night!
What is this called?
Just now along the way, people outside were eagerly watching her modest concubine enter the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart - where in the Forbidden City are there not eyes and ears?
Seeing that Concubine Qian had not come out for a long time, the entire harem must have thought that she had offended the Emperor by "falling down in front of the Emperor", and that night she finally fell into Concubine Chen's favor.
I'm afraid that the jealous concubines are already scolding each other behind their backs.
When being served to take a bath, Qianbi's whole heart was as cold as a stone.
The disappointment after eager anticipation is ten thousand times more painful than never seeing hope.
As soon as the heat steamed up, she covered her face with her fingers and shed tears silently.
In the end, Concubine Qian could only comfort herself - there was still some hope. If the emperor really hated herself, he wouldn't have brought her back to the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart, would he?
She is still young and has a long time, so take your time. The emperor can let her sleep in the Yangxin Palace for one night. She is already the kind of treatment and favor that those concubines who have been forgotten by the emperor can never ask for.
Didn’t Concubine Chen Ji have to be ill for almost a year before the emperor remembered her?
…
Chengqian Palace.
In the Nuan Pavilion, Ji Ling was eating supper.
The supper is three kinds of sweet porridge, plus a plate of Dingsheng cakes - each piece of pastry is made into the shape of a five-petal flower, thick and solid, with a smaller bottom and an open top like a flower in full bloom.
Dingsheng cake is made of fragrant rice, and is wrapped in a thick and dense layer of bean paste. It is soft and fragrant, and has a texture similar to that of a sponge cake.
The entire Dingsheng cake has a light pink color and is served in a snow-white porcelain plate with light yellow stamens dotted in the middle.
The entire Nuan Pavilion was silent. The slaves stood aside with lowered eyebrows and folded hands. Ji Ling was holding the pastries and eating very seriously and attentively. Qilin was lying on his master's shoes, hugging his own little pillow and narrowing his eyes.
, about to fall asleep.
Yinzhen sat next to Ji Ling and watched her eat with a smile.
Seeing that she was eating well, he couldn't help but reach out and touch her head over and over again - the back of Lingling's head was round, a bit like the head of Shi Qilin at the entrance of the palace, and it felt very good to the touch.
After being touched by his big hand for a while, Ji Ling tilted her head back coquettishly, and fell directly into Yinzhen's arms, including the pastries.
She leaned on him, squinting her eyes in contentment, and heard Fourth Master laughing and scolding in a low voice: "It's getting more and more shameless!"
He raised his hand and drove all the slaves out of the room.
When everyone went out, Ji Ling also finished eating the Dingsheng cake in his hand.
Seeing her little paws reaching for the plate on the table, Yinzhen reached out and knocked it down: "That's almost it."
It's not like he hasn't heard his grandma tell him - it's natural for pregnant women to have a good appetite, but if they indulge in eating blindly, the pregnant woman will be in danger when she gives birth.
Ji Ling was hurt by his beating and let out an "ouch". Yinzhen took her hand and squeezed it gently, saying: "That's right!"
He hugged her shoulders tightly and asked her: "What did you use for dinner?"
Like a big boneless insect, Ji Ling leaned up in his arms and told him the names of the dishes in detail, and finally whispered: "I have a big appetite, and the emperor won't let me finish my midnight snack."
, I will be hungry when I fall asleep."
Yinzhen laughed dumbly, kissed her hard on the cheek, stretched out his hand to touch her belly, and scolded: "You are greedy! You are not hungry."
Ji Ling raised her face and smiled twice at Yinzhen.
Yinzhen sighed, touched the top of her head, and said loudly: "When the child is born in a few months, let's eat freely! During this period... we still have to exercise restraint, Lingling, I don't miss you.
risky."
When he said this, he immediately regretted it - what Lingling was afraid of was the stage of giving birth, how could he still mention it like this?
Ji Ling was okay. He nodded thoughtfully and grabbed Yinzhen's sleeve.
Yinzhen hugged her back like a baby, turned around, shook her in his arms, and then said: "Is Lingling sleepy?"
Ji Ling yawned, couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and nodded.
Yinzhen raised his head and was about to call the servants to come in and wait for Ji Ling to wash up, but Ji Ling held him back. She buried her head in the crook of his shoulder and said dullly: "Your Majesty, can you talk to me for a little longer?"
Yinzhen was startled and knew that she had misunderstood - she had misunderstood that he wanted to go back to Yangxin Hall at night.
Lingling thought he was leaving.
He patted her back and said softly: "Don't worry, I was originally going to be with you and the child tonight."
Sure enough, Lingling's eyes lit up immediately.
Yinzhen laughed dumbly—it's no wonder she thought she was leaving.
I had already come here in the afternoon, firstly to see if Lingling was okay after traveling all the way back, and secondly, to see how the Chengqian Palace was decorated.
Then he returned to Yangxin Hall to attend to government affairs.
No wonder Lingling thought he came over this evening just to "see her"!
After the two of them washed up, they went to bed and lay down. As soon as Yinzhen stretched out his arms, Ji Ling plunged into his chest.
She was like a big caterpillar in his arms, her head moving happily.
Facing the woman he loved, Yinzhen almost got angry with her.
He immediately tightened his grip on her and took a few long deep breaths. After she calmed down, he hugged her and said slowly with a smile: "I know you first moved to Chengqian Palace. It's so big."
The place... you are used to living in a small courtyard."
He paused and said, "Sleep well, I'll stay with you."
Yinzhen turned his head sideways and stared at the familiar carvings on the windows of the Chengqian Palace. Things had changed and people had changed. Only the past events in his past were vaguely in his mind.