Yin was wearing casual clothes, which were the clothes the emperor wore in daily life after he went to court.
Although it is casual clothes, after all, the Nine-Fifth Master cannot be careless in the slightest.
On the chest, a five-clawed dragon with dark gold embroidery jumps out, lifelike. On the sleeves connected to both sides of the shoulder line, there are also two dark blue seawater dragons.
But this button... seems to be deliberately trying to make Ji Ling make a fool of himself.
If you ask it to go east, it will go west.
After a while, Ji Ling saw that this button was completely different from the previous ones. It was a pattern button that she had never seen before. It was shaped like a coiled dragon and had a concave wishful knot in the middle.
I can’t untie it! I can’t untie it!
Ji Ling wailed in her heart: If she could bring zippers from modern times when she traveled through time, she would be the first to recommend them to the sewing room of the Ministry of Internal Affairs!
She raised her eyes and glanced at Yin, and saw Yin standing with his hands behind his back, calm and relaxed. But he had no intention of helping!
Even...it seemed that the corner of Yin's mouth twitched imperceptibly.
He's actually holding back his laughter?
Ji Ling had to suspect that Yin was deliberately watching his own joke!
After gritting her teeth and struggling with the buttons for a long time, the first button finally came loose.
Once I found the trick, the next buckle went much more smoothly. The second one... the third one...
Finally, Yin's bright yellow undershirt was exposed.
Ji Ling let out a breath and was about to turn behind Yin and help him take off the entire coat, but felt a heat on his waist.
One of Yin's hands hugged her without any explanation, and then he pushed forward.
…
She raised her head and met Yin's chin.
There is also a green, short beard stubble on Yin's chin, with a stubble poking out from the skin.
Ji Ling didn't dare to move.
She saw Yin's Adam's apple sliding up and down, and said in a low voice above her head: "You are a person who is full of fancy ideas about eating! How come you are so stupid when you serve me?".
Stupid? The emperor said she was stupid!
Ji Ling was a little frustrated, a little embarrassed, and a little unconvinced: she was not Su Peisheng, who dressed and undressed the emperor every day, so naturally she could handle any kind of clothes!
You know, she is a modern person after all, and it has not been a year since she traveled through time.
It is not easy to be able to establish a foothold in the harem of the Qing Dynasty and get used to the life of the Qing Dynasty so quickly.
Just as Ji Ling wanted to speak, she felt her head sink, and it was Yin's chin that rested on top of her head.
Such an ambiguous and intimate gesture...
Gillington dared not move.
Yin ran a hand down her back a few times like a cat or a dog, rubbed the back of her head gently, and then let her go.
He walked to the bed and sat down, patting the edge of the bed and motioning for Ji Ling to come forward.
Ji Ling walked over, was polite, and sat down directly next to Yin.
Yin didn't say much, stretched out his arms, and easily held her on his knees.
As expected, the roots of Ji's ears turned red a little bit, which reminded people of the New Year painting dolls during the Chinese New Year.
What a cute little boy.
He was in a good mood and felt that most of the fatigue from the day's political affairs had dissipated.
Yin laughed a few times, tugged Ji Ling's warm ears, and asked her casually: "What did you do during the day?".
Although Ji Ling was embarrassed, when he heard this question, he still thought about it and said silently: There is a lot to do! But the most important things are only two things: eat and sleep!
Of course, she wouldn't answer that way.
Yincai said she was stupid. If she answered like that again, wouldn't it prove that she was a loser?
Ji Ling lowered her eyes, wrapped her fingers obediently, and whispered politely: "I... practice calligraphy." After saying that, she covered her ears and glanced at Yin quickly.
Yin, this is such a bad idea!
"Oh?" Yin Rao turned her ear, raised his eyebrows, smiled interestingly, squinted his eyes and said, "What's the word for Xi?".
Ji Ling kicked off her legs and got off Yin's knees.
She now wears flat embroidered shoes every day, and her movements are much lighter than before.
Yin watched her walk to the desk under the window in three steps. He lowered his waist and dug around in the desk drawer for a while. He actually took out seven or eight pieces of paper like a treasure.
It was late at night, and a silver moon like a wash of water had already hung on the treetops outside the window.
The window panes are covered with light blue soft smoke sand, and the flowers planted in the small yard on the east side are delicate.
There was no wind, and the sweet fragrance became stronger and stronger, trickling into the house through the window screen.
Yin saw Ji Ling standing under the window and glanced at him, looking a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and roughly sifted through the papers a few times, selected the one he was most proud of, took it in his hand, and rushed
Came over on his own.
When she came closer and handed it over, her hand slipped and a piece of paper floated away and fell to the ground.
Yin did not pick up the fallen paper, but took the rest and held it up under the candlelight on the bedside to look at it carefully.
You can see the large characters on the paper showing through the big ink balls, arrogant and arrogant. Although it is completely disordered, it can be seen that the person who wrote it has spent a lot of "effort". Every big character penetrates the back of the paper, and one character is because of the ink.
It's too thick and the paper is almost torn!
Ji Ling rubbed his hands, pointed at the big characters, and added an explanation in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the concubine is written in Liu style."
Her grandfather taught her calligraphy when she was a child and asked her to start with Yan style, but she just liked Liu style.
Yin glanced at her.
This dog crawls like a dog, but still has a willow body?
Yin connected the big characters and read them one by one: "Spring has ended and the peach blossoms are all over the mountains. I regret that the spring break has been late on the way north. Everyone is intoxicated with the spring season, and the government is at the time when the south of the Yangtze River is broken."
He glanced at Ji Ling and said, "You actually know Yelu Zhu's poems?"
Ji Ling was confused: Who is Yelu Zhu? Who is it?
This poem was something she saw on the desk calendar distributed to everyone in the company before she traveled through time.
There was a poem for each month on the desk calendar. The desk calendar was placed next to the computer. She also read this poem accidentally for a month, and naturally memorized it.
Seeing her confused look, Yin said: "This poem was written by Yelv Zhu, a minister in the early Yuan Dynasty, who was the youngest son of Yelu Chucai."
Yelu Chucai was Genghis Khan's most valued minister.
Among the four great tiger generals of the Yin Dynasty, in addition to Nian Gengyao and the other two, there was also one Borjijit Celeng.
He is a descendant of Genghis Khan.
Thinking of Ce Leng, his silent and depressed face appeared in front of Yin's eyes.
Unlike Nian Gengyao, who was proud of the spring breeze, since the 49th year of Kangxi, Ce Leng has rarely seen a smile on his face.
Even in front of Yin, he just forced a smile.
Yin was very considerate of his beloved general, not to mention that the deceased wife whom Ce Leng loved deeply was Yin's imperial sister, the sixth princess of the Kangxi Dynasty, and Princess Chunqi who died in the 49th year of Kangxi.