The two were together again, chatting leisurely for a while, and then Yinzhen suddenly said: "A few days ago, the queen came to Yangxin Hall again, reminding me insinuating that it's time to draft a girl."
When Ji Ling heard Yinzhen talking about "drafting", he was drinking tea and stopped moving his hands.
What did Fourth Master mean when he said this to her?
Speaking of the draft, does he finally want to recruit new talent into the palace?
Ji Ling shook her hands and put down the tea cup. Suddenly, she felt the heat in the tea cup fill up and rush into her eyes.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became quiet.
Yinzhen looked at her face - this fool had misunderstood before he finished speaking.
Maybe she thought she was hiding it well, but in fact her eyebrows were drooped, her face was full of sadness, and she was about to cry.
After all, she is the person she cares about most, so why would she let her be like this?
Yinzhen held Ji Ling's hand, pulled her whole body into his arms, let her sit on his lap, and scolded her in a low voice with a smile: "What are you thinking about? You idiot.
, I meant what the queen meant - and I didn’t say I agreed, could it be that Kunning Palace in turn commands me and becomes my master?"
Ji Ling turned her head and looked at Yinzhen, her nose was red and she frowned slightly.
She couldn't control the sadness in her heart - she didn't even realize that she was so sad.
She has a son and a daughter, but she is not like before...
She hasn't cried for a long time.
But just because you don’t cry often, crying can be very damaging.
Yinzhen couldn't bear to see her shed tears - not even "about" to shed tears.
His heart suddenly clenched, and he immediately stretched out his hand to smooth out Ji Ling's eyebrows. Her small earlobes showed a faint pink color in the sunlight, and there was a row of fine down on the back of her neck.
He kissed the corner of her mouth very tenderly, then held her hand tightly and said in a low voice: "I have a spirit, which is enough."
Ji Ling trembled and noticed that she took a slight breath.
She almost heard her heart gurgling and falling back into her stomach.
Yinzhen whispered: "However, the queen's move reminded me that Hongli and Hongzhou's two children should marry their direct descendants, Fujin."
According to the rules of our ancestors, when a prince in the Qing Dynasty reaches the age of fourteen or five, it is time for the clan government to apply for a title and marriage selection.
Both of these matters are important and should be done step by step - without any delay.
Granting a title may not necessarily obtain the emperor's approval, but as the prince reaches his age, getting married is inevitable.
Whoever is the prince's direct successor is determined by the emperor, so it is called "referential marriage". Except for a few candidates who are favored by the emperor in advance, most of them are selected among the selected women.
After the decision is made, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will conduct Wenqin Tianjian and select an auspicious day to announce the decree to Fu Jin's father.
Fujin's father entered the palace and accepted the decree at the Qianqing Gate. He knelt three times and kowtowed nine times before leaving the palace. He then selected auspicious days to hold the Wedding Ceremony, the Acceptance Ceremony and the Welcome Ceremony in sequence.
As for the prince's concubines, Fujin and Gege, the qualifications for selection were relatively loose - they were not legitimate wives after all, but most of them were selected from among the most beautiful women.
Hongli and Hongzhou are indeed old enough to get married.
Yinzhen paused and then said: "I thought about this last year. The state affairs at the end of the year were very heavy, and it was interrupted and delayed again, but it doesn't matter."
He hugged Ji Ling into his arms and whispered: "Why choose a beautiful girl? I already have a promising candidate - the daughter of Mi Sihan's fourth son's family is very good, just suitable for Hongli's temperament
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He paused and then said: "Concubine Cheng, the daughter of Vice-Capital Wushiku, mentioned it in front of me once. It seems that it was Xi's concubine's wish to become Hong Zhou's direct descendant."
As he spoke, he patted Ji Ling's back slightly and said, "Looking at Concubine Xi, you know that Princess Qiucheng is coming to me, and she expresses her intention so openly. She must have been preparing for a rainy day in private for a long time."
He looked at Ji Ling with gentle eyes and said: "In the future, if our Hongxin and Xi'er find someone who catches their eye, remember to come and tell me earlier so that I can take a look at that child's character and talent as soon as possible.
how."
Ji Ling was still frightened by the thought that the fourth master was going to draft a girl, and his emotions had not yet fully recovered. When he heard this, he just hummed in a low voice, without the usual joy and excitement in his voice.
Yinzhen naturally understands the reason.
In the evening, Yinzhen stayed. After dinner, Ji Ling went to the East Nuan Pavilion in the front hall and told the sixth brother a bedtime story for a while - I don't know if he understood it or not, anyway.
Just giggling and laughing happily.
Seeing that Mammy blew out the big palace lantern in the Nuan Pavilion and only lit a small lamp in the far corner to guard the Sixth Brother, Ji Ling came out with peace of mind.
The third princess had already laid down. After all, she had devoted her efforts to the pastry business during the day, and she slept very soundly when she was tired from playing.
Ji Ling looked at both the children and then went back with confidence. Qixi followed her all the way, but she was worried that her master would catch cold, so she kept holding up the collar of her cloak to tighten it for her.
When he returned to the warm pavilion in the back hall, Yinzhen had already changed into white underwear and was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book.
Every time he wears white, his eyebrows and eyes look extra clean, giving off a refined and elegant aura, which is very different from the stern image he wears in a black hood during the day.
Ji Ling sat next to him and laid her head on Yinzhen's chest.
Yinzhen held the book in one hand and stroked Ji Ling's hair with the other: "Have the children read it?"
Ji Ling said softly "Hmm".
Seeing that she was still in no mood to speak, Yinzhen simply put down the book in his hand, and then whispered: "If I had known you were worried like this, I wouldn't have mentioned this sentence - I had no intention of drafting in the first place, so why bother letting you do it again?"
Very uneasy."
He reached out, took Ji Ling's hand, pulled her upwards, and held her in his arms.
The warmth in the Nuang Pavilion was as warm as spring. Both of them were wearing single clothes. After a few tossings, they started to sweat a little.
Ji Ling had just taken a bath, and now he was worried that he would sweat again. Taking a second bath would be too troublesome, so he quickly lay down and stayed still.
She closed her eyes and smelled the fragrance of sinking water emanating from the fourth master next to her. As the person's body temperature increased, the fragrance became more intense.
It smells really good.
Ji Ling doesn't understand fragrance, but she feels from the deepest part of her heart that this is probably the most reassuring scent for her in this time and space.
She has smelled it for nearly six years.
The smell then enveloped her.
Ji Ling didn't open her eyes, she only felt a hand holding her hand and pressing it slightly above her head.
It was Yinzhen's slender fingers intertwined with his, palms touching each other tightly.
His kiss fell, with the meaning of comfort and grabbing, and he whispered: "Don't be afraid, Lingling - I always keep my word."
Ji Ling closed her eyes and quietly responded to Yinzhen's gradually deepening kiss. She put her arms around Yinzhen's broad shoulders, but thought over and over again in her mind: He was right - it was the phrase "I