When she got closer, she realized that the snorer was Qilin.
Ji Ling couldn't laugh or cry for a moment - Qilin was now guarding the third princess all day long, and no longer followed Bixue and Xiaofenzi around the yard like before.
It has been four months since the third princess was born, and she has gained weight visibly to the naked eye.
She stretched out her hand and patted Qilin's head gently. Qilin's four little paws scratched it - it was probably still running in its dream.
At this time, it was woken up by Ji Ling, and it opened its eyes in confusion. The first thing it did was to look up at the third princess. Seeing that its little master was sleeping with its arms spread out, it turned its head back with relief.
Then he looked at Ji Ling meekly, lowered his head and licked the back of her hand.
Ji Ling looked at the ice bucket in the corner of the room - Qilin would stick to the ice bucket to cool down for a while only when it was too hot during the day. Most of the time, he would stay with the third princess.
"So good." Ji Ling said, and she patted Qilin's head.
Yinzhen was afraid that she would catch cold on the ground, so he came over and hugged her waist, took her up, walked to the bed and sat down.
In summer, when summer insects chirp and the hot air invades the windows, naturally we don’t miss the bed as much as we do in winter.
The two of them chatted leisurely for a while under the candlelight, and then Yinzhen mentioned the palace painter again.
Only then did Ji Ling know that the person who was going to paint her portrait the day after tomorrow was the famous court painter in history, Lang Shining, who had served in the Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong dynasties.
"He is very famous!" She almost subconsciously blurted out this sentence to Yinzhen,
Fortunately, the words reached her throat and she swallowed them down.
She held Yinzhen's arm and listened to Yinzhen telling her interesting things about the foreign portraits. Then she realized that Lang Shining was even involved in the design of the pavilions in the Old Summer Palace, which showed the fourth master's trust in him.
The two of them were still talking, and the light incense on the table was floating in wisps, and the gauze of the bed curtain was swaying slightly. Seeing that Yinzhen's mouth was a little dry as he talked, Ji Ling got up and poured him tea with his own hands.
Yinzhen took the tea cup and put it aside, but did not let go of Ji Ling's hand. He just looked at her with a smile.
Neither of them spoke a word. They listened to their daughter sleeping soundly behind the cubicle. Even if they didn't say a word, it was completely warm.
Ji Ling leaned relaxedly in Yinzhen's arms, grabbing his cuffs and watching the patterns on them flowing under the lamp. He was playing with them in his hands when he suddenly heard Yinzhen's warm voice: "In the past, you were bold and called me.
I have used your name several times, but now I haven’t heard you call me out for a long time.”
Ji Ling curled her lips slightly and said with a smile: "It's obviously the emperor who stopped me from shouting, so why do you still blame me?"
Yinzhen also smiled, and suddenly he lifted her up with a strong force on his hand. Ji Ling was caught off guard and held in his lap. Yinzhen kissed her forehead gently, then took her hand and held it in his palm.
After a while, he smiled and whispered: "Call me again and let me listen."
Originally it was not difficult to shout these two words, but when he asked her to shout them so deliberately, Ji Ling felt very embarrassed.
He held her like a big baby and stared at her with piercing eyes. Ji Ling felt like he was about to suffer from embarrassment!
She lowered her head, hugged his arm and twisted around, trying to beg for mercy from him.
He didn't ask for mercy, but it made Yinzhen angry.
He grabbed both of her hands and kissed the corners of her mouth. Seeing that she refused to scream, he reached out to her waist and squeezed her hard.
Ji Ling burst out laughing, her whole body jumped, and she fell forward. Yinzhen was holding her sideways, and he couldn't control his balance.
Ji Ling moved too much and leaned on him again, causing Yinzhen to rush backward and fall down.
The bed was covered with thin summer cushions, so it wouldn't hurt if she fell off. Ji Ling lay on the Fourth Master and looked at the Fourth Master - he also looked at her with a smile and a frown.
Yinzhen used his arms and turned over neatly, and the two of them were upside down.
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At about three or four o'clock in the night, Fourth Master got up. Seeing Ji Ling move a little, he turned around and held her down, and whispered: "I have someone to take care of me. You can sleep a little longer without getting up."
Ji Ling rubbed his eyes, got up sleepily, and said, "It's okay, I'll serve the emperor."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but yawned loudly.
Seeing her like this, Yinzhen knew that she was unwilling to leave by herself, so he wanted to hold on and talk a little longer.
He raised his hand to hold her hair, and she fell into his arms as if she had no bones.
Yinzhen said softly: "Be good, I have a lot of things to do this morning, and I won't be free after noon. In the evening, I will have someone pick you up to come to Jiuzhou Qingyan Portrait."
After he finished speaking, when Ji Ling didn't respond for a long time, he gently patted her cheek: "Lingling?"
Ji Ling was already sitting on the edge of the bed. In this position, she fell asleep leaning on his arms again.
She slept so soundly that her saliva was drooling.
Yinzhen bent down slightly, picked her up and put her back on the bed. He tucked her in a thin summer quilt, took her hand and stuffed her into the quilt, and then called the servants to come in and serve her.
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Suddenly, he heard Ji Ling ask him in a daze: "Should I wear a Ji uniform for painting?"
Yinzhen was startled, his mind was still awake?
He was about to answer her when he saw Ji Ling holding the quilt, turning over, and murmuring to herself: "Actually, I want to wear Ji clothes. The rabbit diamond that the emperor gave me last time was very exquisite. I
I want to wear it... and join Xi'er in the painting..."
At the end of her speech, her voice became smaller and smaller. Yinzhen was stunned for a moment before he realized: Lingling was talking in her sleep just now.
Yinzhen suddenly sat down, stretched out his hand to touch Ji Ling's head lovingly, and tugged on her little ears. He sighed silently and said in his heart: This little fool, he spoiled her so much that she was so scheming and careless.
There is no palace in the city, all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy are written on a face, and what is on my mind all day long is nothing more than what to eat, what to drink, rouge, gouache, and such small things as beauty.
Even though she is now a mother, in fact, if you look at it carefully, she is still confused in her little head.
The only good thing about him is that he has a calm temperament and is able to remain calm in times of trouble.
But in this harem, it is useless to just keep calm.
Yinzhen raised his head and looked coldly into the distance. The night was like ink. He thought about the Wanshou Festival portraits again - fortunately, Lingling brought these few portraits from the west courtyard of Jingyang Palace when he was in Hanwei.
Although he is a slave, he is still loyal and useful.
The morning passed quickly, and Ji Ling urged Qixi to find the Jade Rabbit Dagger - her favorite one, which was full of little rabbits and carved from lavender jade.
Qixi helped her comb her long hair, first put on the snow-grey hair tie to prevent scratches on the skin of her forehead, and then put the hairpin on her.
The earrings also come with a matching pair of bunny earrings.
Ji Ling had an idea and wanted to put a pink hat with bunny ears on the third princess and hold her together for a portrait. Finally, she thought...it's better not to be too unrestrained.
After all, she can draw portraits. It is estimated that few of the concubines were picked up by the emperor to enjoy such treatment.
So she honestly put on a mini version of the princess costume for the third princess - the princess costume was definitely a bit too big at this time, and it dragged on the third princess. With a wave of her chubby hand, it looked like the water sleeves of an opera singer, which was super funny.
The third princess looked unhappy:...Bah! (??ˇ?ˇ??)
However, the color of the princess uniform is dark purple, which is exactly the same color as the flag outfit she is wearing, making it a standard mother-daughter outfit.
Anyway, didn't Fourth Master say, "The darker the color, the better it will look in the painting"?
