Ji Ling stood up and followed him into the house. Yin sat down in no hurry and looked around with great interest.
This is his first time here since Ji Ling moved to the east courtyard.
The small carved red sandalwood embroidered pier in the room looks familiar. It was made by Suzhou craftsmen. The pattern is exquisite and elegant. The four legs are decorated with plum blossoms and moon patterns inlaid with gold lacquer. Although it seems a little unattractive, it is very suitable for the harem.
woman.
Isn’t Ji’s just a little girl?
He still remembered that after breakfast that day, the steward of the Manufacturing Office waited outside for an hour. When he went out, he rushed over to present the goods, saying that the Suzhou Craftsman Office had donated a new batch of furniture and presented it to the emperor.
look.
As a result, he caught sight of these two embroidered pillars at a glance, and then he thought of Ji's shabby house.
Think about Ji's narrow west courtyard, which doesn't even have a few decent embroidery piers!
Looking at that house, it's also cold in winter and hot in summer. No wonder one illness can last a year.
In fact, at that time, a thought had already crossed his mind: It would be better to promote the Ji family to a noble person, but later, he suppressed this thought forcefully.
Hai Guiren is not the first woman to become pampered once she is favored in the harem.
Don't be in a hurry, we have a long way to go, let's see what this Ji's temperament is like.
Ji Ling saw Yin walking around the room with his hands behind his back, looking around, but wouldn't sit down.
If the emperor didn't sit down, naturally he couldn't sit down either.
Uncle, please sit down quickly! Ji Ling shouted in his heart.
She looked down at her feet and felt like crying. Her feet, which were wearing flowerpot-soled shoes, began to swell and hurt again. The soles of her feet were particularly painful because all her weight was pressed against the square on the soles of her feet.
After all, from morning to now, apart from taking a nap, she was either standing to receive the title or walking on the way to and from Kunning Palace.
It’s simply more painful than the high heels I wore before traveling through time!
After all, I have been wearing high heels for a long time, but the soles of my feet will hurt in the front; but flowerpot-soled shoes are different. That terrible square is in the middle of the sole, just like a brick is stuck in the sole of the foot. It is still the hardest kind, and the sole is thin and difficult to walk on.
You still have to keep your balance on this brick!
Seeing that Yin wasn't paying attention, Ji Ling reached out and slowly moved two steps, reached out to support the huanghuali wood dining table, put his weight on the table, then rubbed his right foot on his left leg, and silently moved his right foot
I took a little bit out of my flowerpot-soled shoes.
Although this posture is a bit obscene, my feet are really comfortable! They no longer hurt instantly!
So Ji Ling couldn't hold it back and pumped out a little, then a little more...
After Yin finished admiring it, he turned around and looked at Ji Ling with a smile and said: "How does it feel to be a nobleman?"
Ji Ling didn't expect him to turn around as soon as he said it. It was too late to put her feet back quickly. She immediately knelt down and said with a grateful look on her face: "Ah... I am so virtuous and capable. I have to be favored by the emperor.
, I became a noble person, and I came to see me in person! But I haven’t thanked you yet, thank you for your grace!”
Yin was very satisfied. Seeing that she was still squatting there, he said in a good mood: "Okay, let's get up." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to Ji Ling.
When Ji Ling squatted down, the hem of his flag uniform just covered the flowerpot-soled shoes. At this time, he secretly stretched his feet in front of the shoes and slid them in.
She took a breath and stood up. When she saw Yin reaching out to her, she quickly stepped forward.
Who knew that when she took off her shoes just now, her socks slipped out, but she didn't know it.
The Qing palace wore Manchu socks.
The so-called Manchurian socks are the socks worn by the Manchu people. Men's and women's socks are the same. During the Yongzheng Dynasty, most of the Manchurian socks in the palace were made of silk and satin. The soles of the socks were several layers thick and could be worn regardless of the left or right foot. The craftsmanship was based on silk
Mainly weaving, embroidery and hand-painting.
The emperor's socks are naturally patterned with clouds and dragons, but the concubines of the Qing Dynasty are different. The queen wears crested cotton socks, while the concubines can only wear socks with flower and butterfly patterns, bird patterns or landscapes.
However, there is also a simpler kind of socks, which does not use satin but cotton, which is sweat-absorbent and breathable. The pattern is a bumper harvest, which expresses the hope that the folk will have good weather and a good harvest. So they are called grain socks.
The grain socks also come with long white cotton strips next to the socks, which are a bit like foot wraps. They are used to adjust the tightness of the socks for concubines, and are usually wrapped around the ankles and heels.
During the Kangxi period of the previous dynasty, the concubines in the harem liked to wear these socks. During the Yongzheng period, the concubines wore more flower and bird silk and satin socks, and no one wanted to wear the grain socks.
What Ji Ling wore today was a pair of grain socks.
Just when I was taking off my shoes and putting them back on, the strip of cloth on the stockings came loose and fell to the ground.
As soon as Ji Ling took a step, she stepped directly on the garter belt. She swayed and lost her balance.
Qixi was originally at the table instructing Bixue, Xiaofenzi and Xiaodazi to prepare the meal. At this moment, she caught a glimpse of Ji Ling's condition and it was too late to rush over to help Ji Ling.
Yin saw that the noble man was about to stand up, but his body tilted and he plunged directly into his arms.
With quick eyes and quick hands, he hugged her and then took a deep look at Ji Ling.
I really can't see this Ji family.
Ji Ling was in shock. She held Yin's shoulders and raised her head to look at Yin's meaningful eyes, knowing that he had misunderstood.
He misunderstood that she fell down on purpose so that he could hold her softly and warmly.
No!
She quickly pointed to her flowerpot-soled shoes and explained: "I've been standing all day, and my feet are really hurting. They were loosened just now, and I didn't know that I couldn't step on them firmly, so I fell off..." As she spoke, her voice gradually became quieter.
Come down.
Yin stared at her with a narrow expression, a smile on his face, but still said nothing.
Ji Ling felt that no matter how she explained, it all sounded like she was covering up. What did she say? Explanation is covering up, and covering up is the truth!
Ji Ling was about to say something else, but Yin raised her eyebrows, stretched her arms a little, and picked her up. Then she took a few steps forward and kicked open the door to the back room.
Several of Bu Shan's servants looked at each other, dumbfounded.
Qixi was stunned for a moment, and then she was the first to react. She waved to Bixue to come over.
Two people stood in front of the door to the inner room, one on the left and the other on the right.
Xiao Dazi had just put down the dishes. At this time, he was holding a hot pot on a short copper triangular pole and asked Qixi in a low voice: "Sister Qixi, then... are you still distributing food?".
As soon as she finished speaking, Bixue glared at him, covered her mouth with her palm, and made a silent gesture.
Qixi lowered her voice and spoke almost breathlessly, "You guys put it on the kitchen stove to heat it up. The master will be late for dinner tonight."
