Although the heat has not abated since the Mid-Autumn Festival, autumn has gradually entered.
In the Old Summer Palace, the color of the vegetation everywhere gradually lost the green color of spring and summer, and took on a layer of autumn.
Ji Ling's belly is getting bigger day by day.
For her previous two children, their bellies were not very visible in the first and second trimesters, but in the last three months, their bellies inflated like balloons.
But this baby’s belly was already quite big in the second trimester.
Grandma Chen looked worried and said several times in a circumstantial way, saying that the imperial concubine must be more under control to prevent the fetus from becoming too large and difficult to give birth in the future.
The fate of the master is the fate of the slave. Without the master as a backer, no matter how glorious the slave is, he is still a grasshopper after autumn, unable to jump for a few times.
Even though the imperial concubine now has a son and a daughter in her hands, she is favored by the emperor, and her scenery is endless. No one in the Old Summer Palace can compare with her.
But since ancient times, women have had to go through hell when giving birth. Is there anything that is not dangerous?
People say that when the moon is full, it will be in loss. Don't look at the good days that are like burning oil. If Concubine Chen really has a lot of troubles for this third child.
What to do with the third princess and sixth brother?
What should Nanny Chen do?
With this level of worry, when Doctor Di came over again, Nanny Chen looked for an opportunity to talk to Doctor Di.
Of course, it was fun to eat and sleep, but for the health of the fetus in her belly, Ji Ling still did not dare to indulge herself too much and insisted on going out for a few laps every day.
Fortunately, the lake and water in the Old Summer Palace were beautiful, and the scenery was already very good. Although it was already the season when the forest was dyed with color, it still had a unique beauty of loneliness. She immediately thought of Rabindranath Tagore's poem: Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as gorgeous as summer flowers.
As quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
Stop it! What a life and death thing, there is still one in the belly.
Bah bah bah!
Ji Ling was raising her hand to cover her mouth when she suddenly heard the sound coming from the Peony Terrace.
It seems like someone is singing a song? It’s babbling, babbling, and melodious.
The sound is delicate and tender, like an oriole or a silver bell, and it is quite pleasant to hear.
Ji Ling looked around - she started her walk from Tiandijiachun, along the back lake of the Old Summer Palace, towards the northeast, passed by natural paintings, and finally planned to walk to Ciyun Puhu and then come back.
Qixi and Bixue also heard the noise. They looked at each other and confirmed - the sounds came from near the Peony Terrace.
Peony Terrace... Peony Terrace... That's where Princess Cheng lived.
Could it be that Concubine Xi went to sing for Concubine Cheng?
Ji Ling thought about Xi Bin's dignified and meticulous face on weekdays... This was too inconsistent! Impossible.
After turning a corner, under a shady flower tree, the back of the singer suddenly appeared in front of them, with a slender waist and a graceful figure.
It turns out that Ma Chang is there.
Ma Changzai didn't realize it and was still singing.
Ji Ling didn't have a deep impression of Ma Chang Zai. Every time he saw her in his memory, she was always with Qian Bin and Li Guiren.
Appeared later.
So Ji Ling subconsciously looked around. Where could Concubine Qian and Guiren Li be seen?
Ma Changzai came here on his own.
Ma Changzai's voice was full of emotion, and he was singing, "I no longer think about fireworks and old friends, and I no longer think about gold and jade dragging me down. After all, I am traveling in immortality and dreaming peacefully, and I am talking about human relations and worldly wisdom..." are exactly the words from "Handan Ji".
The word "Lun" was bitten in her mouth, causing twists and turns.
Ji Ling thought that this little girl used to be very hidden. She watched the theater for three days without showing any signs of movement. Listening to her singing skills, she knew that she had not practiced for a day or two in private. She was full of charm and could sing three times a day.
sigh.
Bixue looked at Ma Changzai warily.
This place is really too close to the Emperor's Jiuzhou Qingyan Palace, so close that one has to doubt Ma Changzai's intentions.
The Old Summer Palace is so big, where can you sing well? If you have to squeeze in to the peony stage, do you want to flatter the thighs of Concubine Cheng and Concubine Xi?
Why didn't you sing it before, and why did you have to sing it only after the emperor also watched the play?
It happened to be when Concubine Chen was pregnant.
Ma Chang made a graceful figure with a face full of devotion, turned around slowly, and unexpectedly raised his eyes to see Concubine Chen, who was surrounded by people behind her.
She suddenly became excited, and the remaining half of the lyrics suddenly choked in her throat, like a lark that was suddenly strangled by the neck, unable to hum.
"Concubine... Concubine, I would like to pay my respects to the Imperial Concubine Chen. May the Imperial Concubine be blessed with peace and prosperity!" Ma Changzai's voice was like a mosquito's humming, which was almost inaudible.
Ji Ling smiled: "Get up."
There was no hint of happiness or anger in her expression. Ma Chang couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart, but he also thought that people usually said that the imperial concubine was the most good-tempered.
Bixue looked at Ma Changzai with a look of disgust on her face. She leaned into Ji Ling's ear and whispered: "Master, Ma Changzai is not simple in mind. Can I find an excuse to drive her away for you?"
Qixi glanced at Ji Ling, with unmistakable approval in her eyes.
The master is now pregnant, and Ma often sings near the Jiuzhou Qingyan Palace in such a pretentious manner. What he is pregnant with is simply Sima Zhao's, and everyone on the road knows it.
Ji Ling said nothing.
Ma Changzai only sang in front of the Peony Terrace, but did not go in. In other words, she was only active in the public area of the Old Summer Palace.
However, with her status as a noble concubine, let alone holding half of the palace power now, it would be very easy to take down Ma Chang Zai. She could just find any excuse and she could win it in one go.
However, Ma Changzai has never been a person who likes to show off, and today he sang this song so well and breathtakingly, obviously he came prepared...
Is this really just what Ma Chang Zai means?
The door to the Peony Terrace suddenly opened. Ji Ling raised his eyes and saw a group of servants walking out of the room, surrounded by Xi Concubine. Apparently Xi Concubine came to take care of the concubine.
The two young eunuchs in front of her were leading the way.
As soon as Xi Bi raised her head and saw Ji Ling, she came over and knelt down to greet her respectfully. Then she turned around and glanced at Ma Chang Zai.
De Shen, such a good voice is not much worse than An Hongjiao'er in the capital a few days ago."
As soon as he said this, Ma Changzai suddenly looked humiliated, but he did not dare to say a word due to his high status.
Xi concubine continued: "I was listening inside, and the voices were earnest. I thought it was another theater in Fuhai, but I didn't think about it. I never thought that it was Ma Changzai who opened his voice - this place is far away from Jiuzhou.
Qingyan Palace and Peony Terrace are so close, aren't you afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the Emperor and the Dowager Queen?"
As she spoke, her voice gradually turned colder, with a sense of accountability.
Bixue couldn't help but said: "I'll forgive you, my dear concubine Xi, but I'm sorry to say anything more - Concubine Chen is still here. Whatever happens if Ma Chang is here, Concubine Chen will deal with it on her own."
Who are you? You are jumping around in front of our master? If you want to teach Ma Changzai a lesson, it is not your turn.
Ma Chang usually followed Concubine Qian and Guiren Li on weekdays, but rarely when he was alone like this, he immediately panicked.
Caught between Concubine Chen and Concubine Xi, she was like a little mouse drilling into a bellows. Her face turned red for a moment. She looked like she wanted to defend herself, but she couldn't say a complete sentence.
At this moment, I heard a surprised voice from behind: "Lingling?"