In the evening, Ji Ling was left directly in Qingyan, Jiuzhou, and even the procedure of turning over the green head cards was omitted.
After bathing, she dried her hair, sat in the emperor's chamber, and looked at this "Bust Portrait of a Concubine in Jifu" in her hand. There was a line of small vertical characters on the lower left side of the portrait: Painted by Lang Shining, August of the fourth year of Yongzheng's reign. Twenty-nine.
Castiglione painted well, so this "Bust Portrait of a Concubine in Auspicious Clothes" was directly retained by Yinzhen, saying that he wanted to take a closer look and finally make it into a painting screen.
Finally, when Lang Shining left, Yinzhen also rewarded him with two large paulownia wood painting tables, thirty-six copies of various studio paints, and twelve manuscripts of "big paintings" for him to ponder.
She was still watching under the lamp. Yinzhen had already walked into the inner hall. While adjusting his sleeves, he asked her: "I have asked someone to take you to Qingyan, Jiuzhou. After all, this evening's light was not in vain?"
Ji Ling squinted and nodded with a smile.
Yinzhen looked at her unseen look and felt a little want to laugh, but also felt a little guilty. He reached out and touched her head: "I didn't know you liked portraits so much. You never told me before. If you are happy, ——I will just ask people to draw portraits of you from time to time."
Ji Ling thought: The portraits we have there are not that complicated. Just take out your mobile phone and use the original camera or the beauty camera to take pictures as you like.
Yinzhen paused, nodded and said: "There are not many Western painters in this palace. I don't like too many missionaries in the palace. Lang Shining is a very outstanding one, and he was used by the previous dynasty. What's even more rare is the figure." , animals, flowers and birds, landscapes, everything is involved, and he is master of everything, otherwise I would not let him lead painters in the inner court."
He saw Ji Ling's face lifted up and listened in rapt attention, so he stretched out his hand to pull her in front of him, clasping her little paws, staring at her with scorching eyes for a long time, and then asked with a smile: "I You say your paintings are good, why are you so humble?"
Ji Ling knew that Fourth Master was talking about what he said, "You painted me beautifully."
She smiled sheepishly and said to him seriously: "If the emperor doesn't like my modesty, I won't be modest anymore."
Yinzhen snorted, took her hand, squeezed it in his palm, and said, "What you said is childish."
Ji Ling hugged Fourth Master's arm and hung on him like a koala.
Yinzhen grabbed her from beside him, dragged her in front of him, raised his head and stared at her deeply and said: "It's a good thing that you are modest, but there is no need to belittle yourself."
He thought of what Lang Shining had said today about the concubine "belittle oneself", and thought that this foreigner was really right.
He looked at Ji Ling and said: "It doesn't matter today, but in the future - if I lift you up, don't jump down on your own stupidly, you know?"
He touched her head and thought that there would be more times when he wanted to push her up in the future.
If I don't warn you like this today, I'm sure this little fool will have to refuse.
Ji Ling tugged on Yinzhen's sleeves and saw his serious expression, so he didn't dare to smile playfully anymore.
She nodded honestly.
Yinzhen patted his legs, let Ji Ling sit in his arms, hugged her, and said softly: "There is a story called Huang Gong is so humble. Lingling, have you heard of it?"
Ji Ling shook his head and whispered, "I haven't heard of it."
She raised her hands and hugged the fourth master's neck, shrinking into his arms.
Yinzhen chuckled, lowered his head and kissed her cheek tenderly, and then slowly said: "Once upon a time, there was a Mr. Huang in Qi State, who was very humble. He had two daughters who were waiting for marriage, and Mr. Huang often spoke humbly.
In front of others, he said that his daughter was ugly, so that later on, everyone believed it to be true. When his two daughters reached marriageable age, no one proposed to marry them.
Huang Gong was helpless. At this time, there was an old and wifeless man in Weiguo. He married one of his daughters. He was surprised to find that his new wife was very beautiful. So he went around and told others: Huang Gong likes to be modest and deliberately belittles his daughter.
After hearing this, the young people rushed to marry the other daughter, and found that the bride was really beautiful and fragrant."
Ji Ling was dumbfounded when he heard this, and couldn't help but said to Yinzhen: "This father...Didn't this father make his daughter miserable?"
Yinzhen hugged her into his arms and said: "The stories are naturally exaggerated. You just need to remember one thing: modesty is a good thing, but being too modest is not - too much is not enough."
He raised his hand and pinched Ji Ling's cheek, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he just said in a deep voice: "Lingling, you have a soft temper. I dote on you so much, and everyone in the palace will naturally smile at you.
There are many things that you cannot see at the moment. But you must know that blind humility is not necessary. Since I have raised Xi'er by your side, I will tell you these truths sooner or later."
Seeing his serious expression, Ji Ling slowly sat up straight, nodded and said softly, "I remember everything."
Yinzhen nodded and then whispered: "If you should behave, behave generously. Get what you deserve and say what you should say. The so-called modesty does not mean giving away the benefits that you should have received."
Let people, 'fight' or 'not fight', just depends on whether you meet a gentleman or a villain."
As he spoke, something touched his mind, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes when he thought of the past events. He was silent for a while, and then snorted slightly.
Ji Ling swallowed and said nothing.
After a while, Yinzhen was pulled out of his thoughts. He stopped talking, raised his hand and pinched Lingling's cheek, and said gently: "Take your time, you fool - don't be anxious, I'll teach you.
, also teach Xi’er.”
He hugged her and saw her sitting obediently on his lap, relying on him wholeheartedly. He thought to himself that I have raised two princesses...
"I know how good you are. There is no one in this palace like Lingling who can be sincerely open to me and be close to my heart." He buried his head in the crook of her shoulder and suddenly whispered.
Ji Ling was very moved after hearing this.
She was still moved, but Yinzhen spoke calmly and slowly pushed her down on the bright yellow dragon bed.
In the depths of his eyes, there were two small clusters of flames burning. He reached out to fumble for the buttons on her collar, and while groping, he said slowly: "As the emperor, once I say something, it is hard to chase it back. Remember my portrait today."
Did you say anything at that time?"
Ji Ling: Fourth Master, your style of painting has changed too quickly!
She smiled and shrank into the satin quilt behind her.
The bright yellow quilt was as smooth as water. The moment Ji Ling hid it, she felt like she had turned into a little fish.
But the fish's tail was pulled out unceremoniously by Fourth Master.
He leaned over and pressed her shoulders, frowned, and asked her with a low voice and a smile: "Huh?"
Ji Ling curled up into a pitiful little shrimp on the bed.
Seeing that the Fourth Master would not let her go, Ji Ling could only raise her hands to cover her face and said, "The Emperor said... that he would kiss me on behalf of Xi'er."
Tsk tsk... After she finished speaking, she felt goosebumps all over her body due to her own numbness.
Yinzhen buried his head in her shoulder and laughed.
After laughing for a long time, he finally raised his face and looked at Ji Ling seriously - he liked to see the way Lingling blushed the most, she was really pitiful and cute.
Yinzhen put one hand behind her head and pressed her hand with the other. First he kissed the corner of her mouth gently, and then his movements gradually became more forceful.