Chapter four hundred and seventy seventh grass mustard
The voice was so familiar that Ji Ling turned around without even thinking about it, and Yinzhen's tall figure came into view.
Apparently, he just came back from the morning session at noon.
Ma Changzai indeed chose a good time to sing - at this time, after the emperor went to court, he was quite tired and often took a walk by the back lake to rest.
Seeing the emperor approaching, Xi Concubine immediately lowered her body and said: "Concubine, please send your greetings to the emperor. May the emperor be blessed with peace of mind!"
Before Ji Ling could speak, she had already frowned and said gently and gently: "Your Majesty, Ma Changzai doesn't understand the rules. In this Old Summer Palace, when the mood got up, he started to sing a song and almost disturbed the purity of the imperial concubine.
, Thanks to the imperial concubine for being tolerant and not arguing with her, the concubine is talking!"
Ma Changzai stood by silently, not daring to raise his head, and only occasionally glanced at Xibi aggrievedly.
Ji Ling immediately caught the grievance in her eyes.
Ma Chang's eyelashes were trembling slightly, she was shrinking and pitiful, but her figure was charming. She raised her face slantingly to look at the emperor, bit her lip gently, and looked extremely weak. That look was really something I had never seen before.
pity.
It's a pity that the emperor's attention is only on the imperial concubine, and his look is one of pity.
Just... it's as if the imperial concubine is made of crystal. If she doesn't look right, she will be shattered!
Yinzhen held Ji Ling's hand, his voice was low and magnetic, he came close to her, and said gently: "It's just walking around, why do you run so far?"
Ji Ling thought to himself, "I haven't gone very far. Haven't I been hanging around behind your Jiuzhou Qingyan Palace for a long time?"
Yinzhen looked at her and saw a slightly unconvinced look flash across her face.
He smiled, patted her hand and said, "I will take you back."
Ji Ling: ...You just came out and are you going back?
But thinking of Ma Chang Zai and Xi Bi next to her, she really didn't want to stay here any longer.
She was about to speak, but she felt a discomfort in her throat. She unconsciously raised her hand to cover her mouth, and acid water rose up in her stomach again.
Seeing this, Qixi quickly stepped forward to support her: "Master, listen to the emperor. I will wait for you to go back and rest!"
Ji Ling nodded, but his stomach felt like it was being pulled. His stomach felt uncomfortable, and he felt like vomiting uncontrollably.
I have never had such severe morning sickness before.
It seems that the child in the belly is becoming more lively and naughty as the months grow older.
Yinzhen frowned in distress, leaned over slightly, and hugged Ji Ling's waist. Just as he was about to take her back with his own hands, Ji Ling heard Xi Bin's voice behind him scolding her harshly: "Ma Chang Zai! It's all you who caused the collision.
Dragon Fetus, why don’t you quickly go and apologize to Concubine Chen?”
When everyone turned around, they saw that Ma Changzai had been pushed gently by Xibi and arrived in front of Yinzhen.
As soon as she raised her head and met Yinzhen's unruffled eyes, her knees softened and she knelt down.
She was so frightened that she bit her lip and looked up at Yinzhen, saying in a trembling voice: "My concubine deserves death. Please forgive me, Concubine Chen!"
Although these words were "Please forgive me, Imperial Concubine Chen", she kept looking boldly at the Emperor with a pair of tearful eyes.
Only then did Ji Ling discover that Ma Changzai's eyebrows were very good. Although her eyes were not big, they were in line with the aesthetics of traditional Chinese classical beauty. The tips of her eyes were slightly tilted toward the temples. Although her eyes were not black, her gaze was full of affection.
Qixi frowned, glanced at Ji Ling, tugged on the master's sleeve inconspicuously, and moved her lips silently, meaning that I will send her away quickly for you!"
Before Ji Ling could say anything, Ma Changzai kept kowtowing.
Xi Concubine sighed, then came forward, stretched out her hand to support Ma Chang on her shoulders, and said softly: "Your Majesty, you don't know something. Ma Chang sang this song very well. There are so many "Handan Ji"
, Ma Changzai knows all the lyrics clearly. It’s no wonder that seeing the beautiful scenery around the lake, he suddenly sang this song on a whim!"
Ma Changzai knelt down and said pitifully and softly: "Your Majesty, on Ping... Pingsha Embankment. After the banquet, thousands of officials gathered at the door to look at me. When I returned, my robes had long sleeves, and the smoke from the royal furnace was rising. How much the emperor's kindness is. Such as
Tian Guang."
This was another libretto from "The Story of Handan", but she used it to flatter her. Her voice was soft, and even though it was just a small recitation, it sounded like pearls falling on a jade plate.
As expected, Yinzhen's expression softened a bit, but he didn't say much. He looked at Ji Ling, and then looked at Ma Changzai thoughtfully. He looked back and forth between them, then turned slightly sideways and picked up Ji Ling.
And go.
Concubine Xi knelt down and said loudly: "Concubine, I respectfully send you to the Emperor, and I respectfully send you to Concubine Chen."
He carried her all the way back to Tiandijiachun.
Countless palace people knelt down.
Enter the door, enter the front yard, enter the main hall, and enter the Nuan Pavilion.
He didn't put her down until she reached the edge of the bed.
Qixi was behind, running panting all the way, still barely able to keep up with the emperor. At this time, he entered the Nuan Pavilion and immediately put a quilt and pillow behind Ji Ling's waist.
Yinzhen didn't even look at her, he just said quietly: "Go down."
Qixi glanced at Ji Ling, who nodded.
When she and Yinzhen were the only two people left in the Nuan Pavilion, he held her hand, gently touched her forehead, and whispered: "What do you think now?"
Ji Ling shook his head, cleared his throat, and said with a smile: "It's okay. I felt like vomiting just now, but the emperor hugged me back, and now I feel less uncomfortable."
Yinzhen also laughed in a muffled voice. After laughing for a while, he raised his face and joked: "Concubine Chen, no matter where you go from now on, you don't need to use a colorful gift - I will carry you there."
Ji Ling burst into laughter, buried her head in his arms, lowered her head and reached out to gently touch her belly.
The child in her belly had been lively for a while, but now she was obviously tired and began to settle down. Yinzhen stretched out his hand to cover hers. Suddenly he remembered something and said, "Lingling, you like to listen to operas, I'm worried about you."
It's too boring to stay in the Nuan Pavilion all day, how about asking Ma to sing to you every day?"
Ji Ling:……!Σ(⊙▽⊙“
Besides being shocked by Fourth Master's thinking.
She suddenly had another feeling: Probably in Fourth Master's heart, only his Lingling was the treasure, and everyone else was just worthless...
Yinzhen pointed at the outer courtyard and said, "I took a look at it when I came in. It's a nice place. If you like it, it's up to you to let her sing outside or inside."
Ji Ling didn't answer and looked at Yinzhen with his eyes blinked.
Yinzhen was immersed in his own thoughts, nodded and said pertinently: "She has a good voice! I just came up with this idea - although it is not as good as the troupe, it is not easy for outside troupes to enter your place. The Ma family is a harem
Everyone, how convenient is it for you to come and go?"
He actually became more serious the more he spoke.
Ji Ling thought: No wonder the Fourth Master just looked at Ma Changzai several times. It turned out that this was his idea...
She reached out and grabbed Yinzhen's sleeves, and suddenly muttered: "I also think Ma Changzai has a pretty good voice."
