After a while, Qilin could no longer stay on Ji Ling's knees and slid down.
The third princess stretched out her hands to hold its two hind feet. While crying, she asked people to bring the puppy house and put Qilin in. Ji Ling also asked people to bring all the toys that Qilin loved when he was a child and surround him.
Qilin rested his little head on the toy and looked a little more relaxed.
The third princess stroked the fur on its back again and again, not daring to use force on the areas burned by the fire, but just touched them gently.
Bixue felt uncomfortable being there - she had always taken care of Qilin, and now this scene was very heart-wrenching.
Qilin slowly moved his body, and finally aimed in the direction of Sixth Brother Nuange. He opened his eyes and looked there with infinite persistence.
The third princess suddenly understood: "Eniang! The unicorn is waiting for the younger brother! It wants to see the younger brother one last time."
She grabbed Ji Ling's sleeve and cried loudly while shedding tears.
Bixue wiped her tears beside her and said, "Brother Six will probably be very sad when he sees this scene. Master..."
Before she could finish her words, she suddenly saw Qilin using all his strength to stand up. His black eyes were like two crystals, and he turned to take one last look at her.
Then she felt her hands heavy.
Qilin's little head rested between her palm and a toy, motionless.
Its expression was peaceful with regret.
There is peace in the regret - its short life is ultimately a happy life of being carefully cared for by its owner.
Ji Ling reached out and covered her face, burying it in her hands for a while to prevent her daughter from seeing her sad expression.
She lowered her head and buried her face on Qilin's back, and her tears quickly wet all the hair on Qilin's back.
Before she traveled through time, she didn't have any dogs at home. She only had dogs at her good friends' homes.
Now, she finally understands people who have owned dogs - saying goodbye to a pet that has been with them for many years is really a very heavy thing.
That can't be summed up by just two words: "sad".
It's like a piece of flesh and blood has been dug out of my heart, and there is suddenly a void.
Infinitely sad.
After a while, as the third princess cried, Ji Ling held Qilin's still warm little paws and whispered: "Good Qilin, although you have left us temporarily, we will meet again one day.
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The third princess raised her face, crying and asking her in disbelief: "...is it possible?"
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Qilin's tomb was built in the backyard of Chengqian Palace. When the sixth elder brother came back, he was really sad when he found out about it. He asked the third princess what it was like when Qilin left, and his eyes turned red as he asked.
He was a boy, and he tried his best to hold back the tears, but his lips kept trembling. When he got to the backyard, he went to see Qilin's tomb.
Qilin's small tomb was built with great solemnity.
Originally, the emperor loved dogs, and the royal dogs in the palace, whether they died of old age or illness, had a special place to bury them.
But Qilin has been with Ji Ling for so many years, so naturally she couldn't bear to let him leave her side.
So the tomb was under the pear tree in the backyard.
Qilin's beloved toys and tiger head clothes were all buried inside.
The food it usually likes to eat are also piled in front of the grave.
Now is not the time for the pear blossoms to bloom, Ji Ling thought. When the pear blossoms bloom, looking from a distance, a tree full of flowers will look like pieces of snow-white clouds, rolling and floating lightly.
At that time, Kirin's puppy grave will probably be completely covered with pear petals like broken snow.
Yinzhen is a dog lover. Although he doesn't spend as much time with Qilin as Ji Ling, he couldn't help but sigh when he found out about it.
When the day came in September, he saw that Ji Ling was getting better, and said: "Qilin's puppies are still there, and they are all grown dogs now. It is a comfort to keep them anymore."
He stretched out his hand to comfort Ji Ling.
Ji Ling shook her head and lowered her head: "I won't support you anymore. I won't support you anymore. I don't want to feel this feeling of separation again."
Yinzhen reached out to hold her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed her gently, then said: "My Lingling has a pure heart, which is really rare."
Mostly to entertain Ji Ling, in September, a rare Double Ninth Festival opera was held in the Forbidden City.
In fact, Yinzhen is a standard opera lover.
During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Kunyi and Yi were both known from the official to the private sector - the court regarded Kunyi's opera as an elegant music, while Huabu played indiscriminately and was not elegant, but it was deeply loved by the common people, and there were loyal audiences wherever they went.
follow.
When Yongzheng dealt with folk music, he issued many edicts to local officials: "...Foolish men and women from the countryside gather and mix together, which not only corrupts the customs, but also secretly commits banditry. If it is not strictly prohibited, it will lead to serious consequences over time."
It becomes a disaster because of the truth and not the details."
In the Forbidden City, a three-story opera pavilion called Tongyuan was built just in the spring of the twelfth year of Yongzheng's reign - the style is very similar to the one next to Fuhai in the Old Summer Palace, but the scale is half smaller.
But it's enough.
Ji Ling was sitting in the middle of the front row - Queen Uranala was now confined to Kunning Palace and had no power in her hands. Both the imperial concubines and the servants in the palace regarded Concubine Chen as a queen in name only. This
The position is absolute C position.
Except for Concubine Chen, the C position is something that no one else would even dare to think about.
Ji Ling had just sat down, but before she could sit firmly, the concubines had already surrounded her like stars and the moon, vying for the position closest to Concubine Chen.
But now, no one dares to touch Zhang Guiren's position.
Zhang Guiren took his seat calmly, sitting on the left rear of Ji Ling. The third princess lay on the back of the chair, talking to her at random.
At this time, the opera booklet had been sent up for the imperial concubine to order.
Ji Ling was not in the mood, so she raised her hand and motioned for the book to be sent to the back for the concubines to order.
After a while, only the sound of silk and bamboo was heard, and the actors began to take the stage.
Ji Ling sat bored on the chair, leaned back on the backrest, stared at the middle of the table, reached out and took the salted egg yolk lotus cake next to it and started eating.
The bottom of the lotus cake is also wrapped with a layer of light green crisp paper, which unfolds like a lotus leaf, and on top is the pink lotus cake with petal tips.
The outside of this pastry is puff pastry, and there are actually two salted egg yolks inside. When you take a bite, the fragrant red oil flows out, and it just overflows onto the light green crisp paper, so it doesn't get dirty on your hands.
On the stage, the story began to get better, but the plot was a bit cliché - it was about a young scholar who was newly married, and the young couple were in love. It was the time of love, and it coincided with the imperial court opening a subject to recruit scholars.
Although he was extremely reluctant to leave his wife, his parents scolded his wife as a vixen and forced him to take the imperial examination.
Ji Ling was speechless when she saw this: It's obviously your son who doesn't want to take the exam, so why do you blame your daughter-in-law for all the mistakes?
As a result, the scholar protagonist has a halo to protect his body and fights monsters with golden fingers all the way.
In the end, no one else won, and he won the first prize.
At that time, the prime minister cried and shouted that he wanted to marry his beautiful daughter.