Ji Ling was here, immersed in ordering people to tidy up, and at the same time ordered his servants to carry the dining table to the third princess's warm pavilion, and first served the third princess for breakfast.
The third princess ran over, poked her head at her door, and invited her warmly: "Mom, come with me! How can we have separate meals?"
Ji Ling hesitated for a moment, then shook her head at her daughter and said, "Mother, I have no appetite right now. Be good and use it yourself first."
The third princess came forward, reached out and touched Ji Ling's chest, with a sad look on her face, and said, "Are you not feeling well? Huang Ama has said that if you feel uncomfortable, you should call an imperial doctor immediately."
As she spoke, she turned to give orders, but there was a commotion outside. It turned out to be Su Peisheng coming from the Jiuzhou Qingyan Palace - bringing the sixteen breakfast items that the emperor had given to the imperial concubine.
After Ji Ling thanked him, the little eunuch from the imperial kitchen who followed Su Peisheng brought all the breakfast rewards.
Here Evian and Qixi both took over.
After receiving all the dishes, Su Peisheng said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Emperor has said that you will come to Tiandi Family Spring to have a meal with your Majesty in the evening. The Emperor also said - there is no need to prepare too much, just feel free to do everything. Servant
Resign!"
He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. He took small steps back to the outside of the hall, flicked his fly whisk, stepped back, and in a blink of an eye, he turned around the corner and no one could be seen.
Ji Ling glanced at the table for a few times. The craftsmanship of the imperial dining room could not be bad. Every dish looked like a work of art. There was a signature next to each dish, and the names were elegant and appropriate.
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She ordered everyone to be sent to the third princess.
During lunch time, Su Peisheng came over again.
"Your Majesty gives a piece of roasted winter melon balls with scallops to Concubine Chen!"
"Your Majesty bestows a dish of vegetable dandelion and pan-fried meatballs to Concubine Chen!"
"Your Majesty bestows an assorted meat hotpot to Concubine Chen!"
…
He has a good voice, and even when he announces the names of dishes, he does so in a cadence, with a winding and lingering tone at the end.
Ji Ling probably understood something - Yinzhen was very busy during this period and never had time to see her. He was probably giving food to express "Although I am busy, I have always thought of you."
Okay, let's meet in the evening.
Su Peisheng made two trips a day just to deliver food.
Ji Ling saw that he had arranged all the dishes in place like a delivery boy, so he raised his sleeves and wiped his sweat.
Su Peisheng also stamped his feet in his heart: Come on! Why don't you just take the imperial concubine to the back hall of Jiuzhou Qingyan Hall just like the Yanxi Hall in the Yangxin Hall in the past?
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Before evening, the fourth master came over in the evening.
Ji Ling was taking a nap in the afternoon and felt sleepy. She woke up when she heard a sound of greetings outside.
It was after lunch when she went to bed, and she slept all afternoon. The light in the hall became dim.
In order to let her sleep easily, Qixi did not light a lamp. In the evening, the sky became dark so quickly that it was difficult to see clearly in the temple.
Ji Ling lifted the quilt and sat up. Just as he was about to get out of bed, Yinzhen had already walked in.
As soon as he came in, he saw her about to get out of bed, and immediately stepped forward to hold her down, and put the quilt back together for her. Then he kissed her forehead and said in a deep voice: "If you are sleepy, you can sleep for a while."
, no problem.”
Ji Ling rubbed her eyes and obeyed his words without getting out of bed.
The light in the room was really too dark, Qixi also thought of this, hurriedly followed, and lit a small palace lantern in the corner of the room.
Ji Ling sat on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and nodded to Yinzhen in an exaggerated manner. Halfway through, she burst into laughter.
Yinzhen also smiled, held her hand, smiled lovingly, and said very gently: "Don't make trouble."
He asked the palace maid to bring hot water in and waited on Ji Ling to wash her face and rinse her mouth on the bed. Ji Ling indeed felt much refreshed.
Yinzhen asked her in a low voice: "Is Lingling hungry?"
Ji Ling shook his head: "I'm not hungry."
Qixi had just taken over the washbasin and had not yet gone out. When she heard her master's words, she hesitated to speak next to her.
Yinzhen noticed something, glanced at her, squinted his eyes, and raised his chin slightly.
Ji Ling didn't even have time to hold her in his arms, Qixi was like pouring beans through a bamboo tube, and reported all the food and drinks of Concubine Chen that day.
The master didn't eat breakfast in the morning, but moved two chopsticks of rice at noon, and in the evening...looking at it like this, he probably couldn't eat anymore and had no appetite.
The more she spoke, the tighter Yinzhen's brows furrowed.
Ji Ling quickly held his hand and shook it and said, "I just have no appetite. Really, I don't feel well at all. I must have eaten too much last night!"
In order to increase her credibility and persuasion, she immediately raised her hand and added to Yinzhen: "Later, we had midnight snacks, all spicy pots! There was also a full plate of brown sugar pot helmets!"
It's true. The brown sugar pot helmet was a common snack in the Qing palace. Xiao Dazi often makes it now - the tough and solid white flour is wrapped with brown sugar filling. The dough is soft and chewy, and the filling is sweet and smooth.
It's not greasy, and when you eat it hot, the brown sugar is still fluid and very hot.
You have to be careful when biting it down, otherwise it will be like burning your tongue accidentally like Xiao Long Tang Dumplings.
"Call the imperial physician." Yinzhen ignored her rhetoric and directly asked someone to call the imperial physician.
Ji Ling burst into tears:...(╥╯^╰╥)
don't want!
When she mentioned the word "imperial physician", she almost had a conditioned reflex and immediately thought of the bitter medicinal smell that permeated the entire palace.
vomit……
Suddenly her stomach twitched, and a surge of sour water came back to her.
Qixi, with her sharp eyesight and quick hands, picked up the empty basin next to her, but Ji Ling only retched a few times, but nothing came out, and she shook her head with tears in her eyes.
She raised her head and suddenly saw a light of joy flashing in Qixi's eyes.
Yinzhen also sat up straight, his voice full of expectation and caution, and loudly ordered: "Send to the imperial physician immediately!"
He raised his hand, took Ji Ling into his arms, let her lean against him, and said softly: "Lingling, I'm here, don't be afraid."
Ji Ling sniffed and looked at Yinzhen hugging her like a crystal glass person. She muttered in her heart: How can I be so delicate...
Fortunately, Yinzhen arrived early - if it were later, the palace gate would have been unlocked, so it would inevitably take some time to invite the imperial doctor to come in and out.
Not long after, Imperial Physician Di arrived. He knelt down and kowtowed to the Emperor and Concubine Chen. After being called by Yinzhen, he stepped forward and separated the curtain, placed a pulse diagnosis pillow, covered Ji Ling's hand with a silk handkerchief, and then
Start taking a pulse.
Qixi and Yiyun were both staring at him, with nervousness and anticipation on their faces, which almost made a hole in Doctor Di's face.
Doctor Di's face was very calm.
Qixi looked at his calm face, and her high-pitched heart slowly sank - looking at this calm expression, it seemed that the master was not pregnant.
Since it is not bad, but you have no appetite and are retching, then there is something wrong with your stomach...it needs to be treated quickly!
Evian thought the same thing as her.
In the silence, Imperial Physician Di withdrew his hand, clapped his sleeves with both hands, and knelt down solemnly. Only then did the smile on his face bloom: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations to Concubine Chen, Concubine Chen, this is your happy pulse.