Thinking of Ce Leng, who was always cautious, Yin couldn't help but think of Nian Gengyao, who was completely different from him.
Recently, there have been many rumors in the court, pointing out that Nian Gengyao was too arrogant and despised the emperor because of his outstanding military achievements. There were also secret reports from behind, saying that Nian Gengyao bought and sold official positions, enriched his own pockets, and amassed money crazily.
Yin's eyes glanced away from the big characters, sinking.
He retracted his thoughts, looked at Ji Ling in front of him, put down the big calligraphy in his hand, and said: "It's good if you want to practice calligraphy. But there is a method for everything, and groping like you are just in vain."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the table and said, "Hold the pen and show me."
After Ji Ling heard this, he walked over, picked up a pen from the pen holder, and held the pen according to some memories from his childhood before the time travel.
Yin looked at it and shook his head, saying: "I know that your posture of holding the pen is probably wrong, and that's true."
After he finished speaking, he stepped forward to take the pen from Ji Ling's hand and said, "That's how it should be."
Ji Ling learned to hold it a few times, and finally got a bit of a look. Yin nodded and encouraged her: "Now try to write a big character."
Ji Ling laid out felt paper, put pen to paper and tried to write a horizontal line. Sure enough, after changing the posture of exerting force, the posture of the wrist became much smoother.
Yin looked on from the side and saw that she still didn't understand the key, so he stepped forward and held her hand from behind, saying: "If you want to write well, you must be calm and hide your edge."
He squinted slightly and stared at the paper in front of him with sharp eyes, as if it was not paper, but thousands of troops, the bright moon, the rivers, the mountains and the world.
Those thousands of miles of splendor can only belong to his Yin, to him alone, and to his Yongzheng Dynasty!
Yin said word by word: "So, you must always remember: if you want to go left, go right first, if you want to go up, go down first. If you want to weaken something, you must strengthen it."
After he finished speaking, he used his wrist to move her hand and decisively left a stroke on the rice paper.
Ji Ling felt Yin's breath falling warmly on his ears, blowing a few hair strands and making them itch uncomfortably on his face.
She couldn't help laughing, turned her head dishonestly, and looked at Yin with laughter.
Without thinking, Yin raised his hand and put the pen and ink on her forehead, smiling and scolding: "This is my first time teaching my concubines how to calligraphy, but you are not paying attention!".
The wick formed a flower and made a "crackling" sound. Ji Ling let out an "ouch", covered her forehead, squinted her eyes and smiled and said: "Your Majesty, please spare me!".
Yin slowly raised the pen and threatened: "If you don't pay attention, every time you lose your mind, I will put an ink ball on your face, and you are not allowed to wash it off for three days, and you will go to see people with this little painted face every day."
Bar!"
outside the house.
Su Peisheng and his men trotted back all the way, holding clothes. Seeing that there seemed to be no movement in the inner room, he quietly asked Qixi, "Has the emperor already stayed?"
Qixi smiled and answered him in a low voice: "Eunuch Su, Long live the Lord is still talking to the noble master!".
Su Peisheng had an "Oh...I understand" expression on his face and handed the clothes and the tray to Qixi. After thinking about it for a while, he still felt uneasy. He slightly raised the corner of the door curtain and squinted one eye to look inside.
He softly said "Ouch!", quickly raised his hands to cover his eyes, put down the door curtain and turned around.
Eye-catching!
In the room, he could see clearly just now: the emperor was actually holding a pen and drawing a little tiger on Ji Guiren's face!
Look at the tenderness and love on the emperor's face just now...
He has been with the emperor for some years, and he has never seen the emperor show such an expression to any other mistress!
Tsk tsk, if Concubine Nian saw it, the world would be turned upside down.
Early the next morning, after Yin left, Qixi and Bixue helped Ji Ling wash up, put on makeup, and eat. Xiao Fenzi reported to Ji Ling at the door: the most lively banquet was going to be held in the palace recently.
It will be the birthday party for the Nian Concubine twenty days later.
I heard that the Ministry of Internal Affairs started preparations two months in advance, and the gates of Yikun Palace were filled with congratulatory gifts from General Nian's subordinates.
Ji Ling listened silently.
Today's breakfast was quite simple, consisting of porridge and side dishes, and the only dish was osmanthus pulled cake, with milk kneaded inside the glutinous rice.
Ji Ling took a bite and felt that the taste was neither fish nor fowl.
Originally, glutinous rice is soft, glutinous and sweet, but adding milk would make it too creamy and lose the original meaning of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
She frowned and put down her chopsticks. When Qixi saw it, she immediately stepped forward and removed the plate and said: "Master, there are still some raw noodles in the kitchen. Can I ask Xiao Dazi to make you some sauce fish noodles?".
As the scale of the east side hospital gradually increased, the roles and tasks of each person gradually became stable. Xiao Dazi gradually became the logistics support because of his best skills.
Ji Ling nodded and said: "The soy sauce fish noodles are okay, let the small kitchen make them. By the way, how is Rouge?".
After hearing this, Qixi's expression changed. She looked at Bixue and said, "My master is kind and begged for her. She finally became less arrogant and has restrained herself a lot since last night."
Ji Ling said "Oh" and said, "Let her come over and serve me dinner together."
Qixi looked reluctant, but she couldn't disobey her master's wishes, so she put down the chopsticks in her hands, turned around and went to the slave's anteroom to call Yanzhi.
Rouge came over after a while. Ji Ling raised his eyes to look at her and saw that her face did not have the rouge and gouache of the past. Even her hair and clothes were a bit more plain and plain. Only a pair of watery eyes were full of uneasiness, and they appeared from time to time.
Look at Ji Ling.
Qixi and Bixue stood beside Ji Ling, one on the left and one on the right, like two great protectors.
Qixi said coldly: "You caused such a big trouble to the master yesterday and you still didn't kneel down to apologize!".
Rouge's knees softened, her body tilted, and she immediately knelt down.
Ji Ling raised his head and glanced at Qixi, and said angrily: "Why are you so harsh and harsh? Look, this little girl is scared by you!" After saying that, he shook his head and said: "Okay, there is no need to keep kneeling, get up and serve me.
Your Majesty, please enjoy your meal."
Yanzhi looked at Ji Ling hesitantly and did not move.
Ji Ling looked calm and said softly: "Although you got into trouble yesterday, it was an unintentional mistake. Just remember to be careful in the future. I will not punish you."
She paused and then said: "Since you followed me, Qixi, Qixue, and Bixue will all be members of my east courtyard from now on. The three of you must remind each other to be careful and work together. You need to know that if one person makes a mistake, he will be punished."
It’s everyone’s fault.”
She raised her head and glanced at Qixi, and said sternly: "What happened yesterday is also your fault as the person in charge. You don't mention her much on weekdays. After all, she just came here."
Qixi felt aggrieved and looked at Ji Ling, only to see a hint of cunning flash in Ji Ling's eyes, giving him a subtle wink.
Yanzhi finally felt relieved after hearing Ji Ling's words. As he stood up, he thought, this Ji family is still young after all. Although the servants around him are powerful, there is nothing that the master is soft-tempered and easy to handle.
Thinking like this, she gradually felt at ease and regained a sense of complacency in her demeanor.
