Please settle down on this trip, everyone has their own thoughts.
In the end, Concubine Qi's matter was finally settled, and she stopped coughing.
After exiting the open door, Ji Ling saw that water was flowing across the ground, and a thin layer of mist floated between the sky and the earth. Although the rain was less intense than before, it was still difficult to walk.
Xiao Fenzi had already gone out to set up a guard of honor when she was greeting her, and changed the shoulder carriage into a sedan chair. Now he was holding an oil paper umbrella with his own hands, bowing at the waist, and waiting respectfully at the door of the sedan chair.
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Seeing Ji Ling coming out, Xiao Fenzi leaned over with an umbrella in one hand and raised the sedan curtain with the other hand. She didn't forget to ask: "Master, it's raining a lot right now. Do you want to wait a while before leaving?"
Ji Ling was worried about her daughter, shook her head and said: "It's not far in the first place, just go back early!"
Xiao Fenzi said no more and agreed neatly. He raised his hand to block the top of the sedan chair and saw his master getting into the sedan chair. He was about to lower the curtain of the sedan chair when he heard his master say: "Wait a minute!"
Ji Ling looked up just now and saw Zhang Guiren coming out.
Maidong held an old oil-paper umbrella in his hand. One of the umbrella's branches was broken. It looked like he had borrowed it from a palace official.
Zhang Guiren was not favored, and most of the servants in the palace were just dishonest. Although they knew that Zhang Guiren and Chen's concubine were close before, seeing Chen's concubine give birth to the princess and her status became higher and higher, the gap between Zhang Gui and her became wider and wider.
What's more, there are several concubines surrounding the concubine Chen, making it even more difficult for Zhang Guiren to get along with her, and he can't help but feel neglectful.
Zhang Guiren lives far away from Jiuzhou Qingyan and Tantandandaang, so when she came to pay her respects to the Queen, she went out earlier than most people. The sky only became overcast halfway through the journey. She didn't bring an umbrella.
Nature was caught off guard.
"Shengjian!" Ji Ling shouted.
Zhang Guiren hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and saw Ji Ling in the sedan, but hesitated before walking over.
Her hesitation, even though it was only for a moment, was still noticed by Ji Ling.
Ji Ling felt a little sad.
Xiao Fenzi was still holding the umbrella for Ji Ling. The umbrella was tilted, and the rainwater dripped down like a string of beads.
Through the rain, Zhang Guiren knelt down and said, "My concubine, please pay my respects to the concubine!"
Before she could finish her sentence, Ji Ling pulled her up.
She stared at Zhang Guiren and asked her bluntly: "Why don't you call me Sister Ji anymore? Don't you come to see me either?"
Zhang Guiren blinked, pursed his lips, and whispered: "Sister Ji."
Ji Ling directly dragged her to the natural pictures.
After sitting down in the inner room, Bixue went to order the kitchen to cook brown sugar and ginger soup to drive away the cold for the master and Zhang Guiren. She also brought a dry towel to Zhang Guiren to wipe her wet hair on the temples.
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Zhang Guiren didn't feel the cold outside just now, but now he shivered when he entered the inner room.
The first thing Ji Ling did when he came back was to visit his daughter. He saw the third princess lying on the crib and playing with the unicorn's tail. The unicorn stood next to him and obediently put his tail through the railing of the crib for the third princess to play with.
When I saw my mother coming back, I raised my head and waved to her with a "Hmm!"
Ji Ling reached in and gave her a finger.
The third princess's little hand was warm and fleshy. She grabbed one of her fingers and squeezed it carefully before letting go.
After seeing her daughter, Ji Ling felt relieved. She walked back with determination, only to see that the brown sugar ginger soup had been cooked and served. The ginger soup dispels wind and cold, activates blood circulation and warms the stomach. After getting wet in the rain, she quickly drank a bowl of it.
It's more than suitable.
It turned out to be in the dining room. When Xiao Dazi saw that it was raining after his master went out, he had already ordered people to stay up.
Ji Ling sat down, picked up the ginger soup bowl, and drank a few sips before she saw Zhang Guiren was embarrassed to pick up the bowl - seeing her drinking, she followed suit.
When did you become so reserved?
A few strands of Zhang Guiren's hair stuck to her face, and she wiped it with a dry hand towel like she was doing embroidery. Ji Ling saw that she was acting inappropriately, so he stood up, took the dry towel from Zhang Guiren's hand, and covered her
He rubbed his head and said in a whisper: "You have to rub it like this to dry it quickly."
As she wiped it, she covered her face in her mind - ever since she became a mother, for some reason, she has acted and spoken in a motherly manner...
Zhang Guiren originally wanted to speak, but Ji Ling came up and wiped him away, and he immediately forgot all the words in his mind.
When Ji Ling finally let go, Zhang Guiren turned his head and looked into the room.
In the back room, Xiao Fenzi made a partition according to Ji Ling's wishes - the third princess's crib is on one side, and is placed together with the concubine's master's desk - anyway, the master can't practice calligraphy a few times a year, and at most
It's painting. Even if I paint, I do it occasionally because of my interest.
Most of the time, the emperor would make changes on this table when he came over.
On the other side of the partition is the master's bed and dressing table.
Especially the dressing table, which is the place where the master likes to hang out most besides the bed, so it must be placed close to the bed.
In fact, Xiao Fenzi originally suggested that people from the Construction Office of the Ministry of Internal Affairs should follow the drawings and add some furniture and small items to design a truly independent space, but the master thought it was troublesome and refused to let it be done.
It is also advantageous that the two spaces are not separate - it is also very convenient for the master to go and watch the third princess.
Another one: Leave a corner to connect the two places together. If there is any movement from the third princess, the master can hear it.
Zhang Guiren wiped his hair dry. He originally wanted to see the third princess, but he was afraid that it would be bad for the baby if he was covered in moisture, so he sat next to Ji Ling's dressing table and did not go there.
Who knows that Ji Ling has already told Bi Xue to find a snow-colored flag dress and come.
At this time, Bixue brought the flag dress over, and Ji Ling took it and said: "Shengjian, change quickly, you can't wear those wet clothes."
Zhang Guiren pursed her lips - Sister Ji's attitude towards her has never changed.
Ji Ling shook out the clothes in his hand and showed it to Zhang Guiren: "We are about the same height, I can wear it, you will be fine, this is the best flowing silver silk, don't look at it now, wait until you see it under the light
When you wear it, there will be a flood of colorful light. The flower branches on the top are from sparse to dense, and there are more flowers as you go down. You can wear it back and take a look at it at night, it is very interesting!"
She was so happy that she slipped out a sentence: "This is new, and it was just a gift from the emperor. I haven't had a chance to wear it yet!"
As soon as Ji Ling said these words, she felt a little regretful.
In the harem, the life of low-ranking concubines was difficult, and the life of low-ranking concubines who were not favored was even more difficult.
Her words sounded like she was showing off her superiority.
Ji Ling shut her mouth and waved to Bixue to close the windows. Then she pushed Zhang Guiren and went around to the back to change her clothes.
When she was changing clothes, she saw the skin on Zhang Guiren's shoulders and back, which was as white as jade, and she couldn't help but poke it with her fingers. Zhang Guiren was so excited that she tickled him, so he avoided it with a smile, and the two of them laughed and laughed.
After joking for a while, Zhang Guiren suddenly hugged Ji Ling's arm and stopped talking.
Ji Ling looked down at her, and saw that her dark almond-shaped eyes were looking at him, and she looked more and more pitiful and cute like a little sister. He reached out and smoothed her hair, pinched her cheek and said, "What's wrong?"
The smile on Zhang Guiren's face suddenly disappeared. She lowered her head for a moment, then suddenly raised her head again, pursed her lips and looked at Ji Ling, as if she had made a lot of determination, and said softly: "Sister Ji, I feel very sad.
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Seeing her heavy face, Ji Ling couldn't help but feel her heart sink slightly. She also suppressed her smile and patted the back of her hand to signal her to be quiet. She pulled Shengjian out and asked the maids to go out and closed the door.
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When they were the only two left in the back room, Ji Ling pulled Zhang Guiren to sit down on the bed and whispered, "What happened?"
Zhang Guiren shook his head and whispered: "Actually, it's not something that happened recently. It's just that I never dared to tell Sister Ji."
As she spoke, she slowly hugged Ji Ling's waist, and finally, like a big baby, she laid her face on Ji Ling's lap, trembling slightly.
Ji Ling stretched out his arms, hugged her, and patted her back gently.
Shengjian didn't say anything for a while, and she didn't rush her.
After filming for a long time, Zhang Guiren finally turned over and sat up, hugged Ji Ling's arm, whispered a few words in Ji Ling's ear.
Ji Ling's eyes widened immediately and he turned to look at Zhang Guiren.
Zhang Guiren's face turned red, but the look in his eyes was that of relief.
"You can't even think about it, unless you fry it, you will die." Ji Ling stared at Zhang Guiren and said word by word.
