Chapter four hundred and fifty first earthy love story
Yinzhen immediately stopped standing by the lake, raised his hand to lift the collar of Ji Ling's cloak, and took her hand to go back to Tiandi Family Spring.
The two were walking and talking at the same time. Ji Ling didn't even sit on the imperial concubine's shoulder, but as soon as she stepped into the courtyard of Tiandi Family Spring, she sneezed again.
I'm afraid I might catch a cold.
Qixi immediately went to ask someone to cook ginger soup and bring it to ward off the cold. Ji Ling knew that she was wearing too much clothes, and she was covered in sweat when she was exposed to the sun. In addition, she caught a cold due to the wind blowing from the lake.
If it was just the wind blowing, she wouldn't be so weak, otherwise she would have gotten sick many times in these years.
"It doesn't matter to me, just take a rest and you'll be fine." She told Yinzhen,
After having lunch with him, Yinzhen had another meeting with the Military Aircraft Department in the afternoon. Ji Ling sent him out. When he came back, he felt weak all over and had muscle aches. He lay on the bed and slept for a long time in the dark.
In the evening, when she woke up, she had a splitting headache. It felt like a knife had been cut in her throat. It hurt to swallow and move her eyes. Ji Ling knew that this was because the blood vessels in her head were congested after catching a cold.
The conjunctiva is congested and swollen.
When Yinzhen heard the news that Xiao Yangzi had come to report, he was not vague at all, so he dropped the book in his hand and came over.
Ji Ling was still sitting in the main hall wearing a cloak and desperately wiping her nose. When Yinzhen came in, he glared at Qixi and ordered Ji Ling to go to bed and lie down.
He gave orders inside and outside the room, asking Su Peisheng to call the imperial doctor immediately. When someone came over, took the pulse and diagnosed the disease, and found that there was nothing serious, Yinzhen's frown relaxed a little.
"You're sick, I can't even make up my mind about it." He sat on the bedside and told Ji Ling.
Ji Ling: Which one is better at rustic love words...o(╯□╰)o
She was leaning on the head of the bed, with two pillows behind her. She was tightly wrapped in a quilt, with only her head exposed: "How can a person not get sick if he eats whole grains? Besides, how long has it been since I got sick?"
It’s time to give birth once so that the toxins in the body can be eliminated!”
Yinzhen frowned, glared at her and scolded: "Nonsense!"
Ji Ling shrank his neck and said nothing.
She stretched out her hand to push Yinzhen: "Your Majesty, please go out and don't get infected by me."
Yinzhen couldn't push it at all, so he still sat there with a slight frown on his eyebrows and said: "Don't worry about me, just take care of yourself."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to tighten the quilt for her, then raised his hand to touch her forehead - it was still warm.
After a while, Qixi hurriedly walked in with the cooked medicine, and Yinzhen reached out and took the medicine bowl.
Ji Ling glanced at the thick black concoction in the bowl. Before he drank the medicine, he felt nauseated in his stomach.
Yinzhen scooped up a spoonful, blew it on his lips for a long time, then tested the temperature, handed it to her lips, and said simply and roughly: "Drink the medicine."
His tone left no room for negotiation. Ji Ling lowered her head and took a sip, her eyes and eyebrows wrinkled together: Damn it! She just had a low fever, a headache and a runny nose, and she didn't want to vomit.
Now after drinking this medicine, I even have symptoms of nausea and vomiting.
Yinzhen didn't give her a chance to breathe. He transformed into a black-faced medicine feeding machine and fed her spoonful after spoonful. Ji Ling struggled and stretched out his hand and said: ""Seven joys! Seven joys!"
Qixi was rubbing her hands beside her in worry. At this time, she hurried forward and said bravely: "Your Majesty, why don't you let your servant serve the imperial concubine?"
Yinzhen didn't even look at her, he just kept silent for a moment and handed the medicine bowl to Qixi.
Qixi came forward and gave Ji Ling a spoonful of medicine and a spoonful of preserves to drink.
Ji Ling drank it, but still couldn't lie down - there was a tendon in his head, which was throbbing and painful. As soon as he lay down, the pain became more obvious. When he was half-leaning on the head of the bed, he still felt...
a little better.
Yinzhen sent someone to Jiuzhou Qingyan Palace to deliver all the unfinished memorials. He sat down behind the table in the Nuan Pavilion as before and ordered his people to clear away all the clutter on the table.
Go, leaving only bright yellow memorials piled up on the table.
There was a thunder outside the house, and the March spring rain poured down.
Yinzhen had his dinner brought in. He took a few bites and quickly read the book. Ji Ling leaned on the bedside, looking at Yinzhen's figure sitting behind the lamp, and suddenly felt that this scene
Very familiar.
She remembered that a long time ago, when she was still a noble nobleman, Yinzhen was already in the east courtyard of Jingyang Palace, reviewing papers and accompanying her at the same time.
After so many years, everything is still the same, which is great.
She smiled slightly as she thought about it.
Yinzhen put the fold in his hand to the side, and when he looked up inadvertently, he saw Ji Ling smiling in ecstasy. He became happy and said, "What are you laughing at?"
Ji Ling suddenly came back to his senses and shook his head.
There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and rainwater washed over the eaves, crackling. Although the flowers in the yard had been moved under the eaves long ago, there were still plants and trees that could not be covered by the oilcloth, and the branches and leaves were withered by the rain.
Inside the house, Ji Ling's voice was almost inaudible amid the sound of rain.
Yinzhen raised his voice and ordered his servants to come in, and added some warm basins to the room. Then he bent down and reached out to touch Ji Ling's forehead.
Ji Ling heard him whisper to himself: "Has the fever gone away?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and touched Ji Ling's head. The two were so close that his lips touched Ji Ling's cheek.
Ji Ling was afraid of infecting him, so he couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his mouth and nose. Only then did he hear Yinzhen say with a smile: "It's the fever."
Ji Ling heard the teasing tone in his voice - Fourth Master really did it on purpose!
He reached out and took away her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand. Then he looked at Ji Ling tenderly and whispered: "Do you have an appetite now? I will let them follow the imperial doctor's advice.
The porridge is cooked, and there are various flavors, so get up and try it."
Ji Ling responded, gently shook Yinzhen's sleeves, and said coquettishly to him: "I don't want to eat in bed. I've been lying on the bed all day. Can you let me go for a walk?"
Yinzhen lowered his eyes, which was his default expression.
As Ji Ling said this, he was about to get up, but he forgot that he was almost wrapped in a quilt and turned into a huge silkworm chrysalis.
Yinzhen reached out and took her arm, hooked it around his neck, and hugged her whole body including the quilt.
He stood up holding her in his arms.
Ji Ling nestled in his arms, wondering if the Fourth Master wanted her to leave the Nuan Pavilion in this look?
She felt embarrassed immediately and whispered to Yinzhen: "Let them bring all the dinner into the warm pavilion, and the emperor will also use some with me."
Yinzhen nodded, carried her to the small table, and carefully put her down. Qixi came in with Bixue and Eyun.
Both Bixue and Qixi looked calm as usual. Only Evian blushed slightly and put out the dinner cloth with trembling hands.
Ji Ling took one look and understood what Yinzhen meant by "all kinds of flavors" - this is simply a feast of porridge, okay?
They were all brought directly from the imperial dining room to the east of the Qingyan Palace in Jiuzhou. The food boxes were wrapped in a layer of oilcloth, with raindrops still falling on the oilcloth.
Evian was too busy alone, Qixi was holding hands beside him.
Ji Ling took a bite of the shrimp and ingot millet porridge. The so-called ingots are actually small meatballs made of vegetarian meat. They are silky and delicious. The meat of the shrimp is transparent pink, one bite at a time, and it is even more tender. It is a bit like Chaoshan casserole porridge.
She took a bite and pointed, "This is good."
Yinzhen turned around and said to Qixi: "Go and tell Su Peisheng to have the imperial kitchen make another cup immediately, and bring the whole thing to the imperial concubine, including the heating pot."
