Yin took a bite and frowned unnoticeably, but seeing Ji Ling's eyes full of earnestness, he couldn't bear to disappoint her, so he put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Not bad. There are shredded chili peppers in these shrimp dumplings, which is your favorite flavor.
, this servant in the kitchen is really thoughtful, what’s his name?”.
Ji Ling turned around and urged Qixi: "Call Xiao Dazi here quickly."
Xiao Dazi was still busy in the dining room. When he heard that the emperor wanted to see him by name, he was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.
He trotted over very quickly. As soon as he entered the door, he didn't even see the direction clearly, so he lay on the ground in fear and said hello.
Su Peisheng stepped forward and kicked him: "I'm blind! The emperor and his master are here!".
Xiao Dazi raised his head and glanced, immediately turned around, saluted again, and said in a trembling voice: "My eyes are stupid, my servant deserves to die!".
Yin picked a shrimp dumpling with chopsticks and asked him with a smile: "Is this what you serve your master on weekdays?".
Hearing his pleasant tone, Xiao Dazi felt a little more at ease. He kowtowed his head and replied quickly: "Back to the emperor, I am lucky. Thanks to your noble master, I don't despise my craftsmanship. If you sometimes get it from the kitchen of Changchun Palace,
The ingredients can still be processed, or the time is too late and it is inconvenient to pick up the meal. They are all servants serving the nobles' meals."
Yin nodded and said: "I don't have enough ingredients, but you can still make it like this, and it suits your noble master's taste. It shows that you are a diligent slave, very good!".
Yin glanced at Ji Ling who was eating shrimp dumplings, pointed at Xiao Dazi, turned his head to Su Peisheng and smiled: "Reward."
Xiao Dazi was so happy that he was so happy!
He knelt on the spot, forgetting to even thank him, and just looked at Yin with trembling lips, not knowing how to answer.
Ji Ling was also happy for him. She wrapped a piece of dough with sweet and spicy sauce and put it into her mouth. She looked at Xiao Dazi with a smile and urged him in a low voice: "Xiao Dazi, are you so happy? Why don't you hurry up and give it to the emperor?"
Thank you!"
Xiao Dazi woke up from a dream, kowtowed to the ground with a plop, and shouted several times: "I thank the emperor! I thank the emperor!" He raised his head and saw Qixi winking at him, signaling to retreat.
Only then did Xiao Dazi stand up, his hands hanging in front of him, his face filled with joy. He walked backwards in small steps to the door, turned around and went out.
It's not as thin as soups and soups, and noodles are the most filling.
After eating a thin piece of pancake, Ji Ling felt relieved in her stomach.
At this time, Bixue served a large bowl of warm mung bean porridge.
The mung beans are very small. When put into the pot with the japonica rice, they will be cooked quickly. In addition, the grains are plump. When exposed to fire, the pods will bloom. The japonica rice soup will also be as green as sapphire. Sprinkle some dried sweet-scented osmanthus after it is out of the pot.
, it becomes a refreshing and thirst-quenching home-cooked rice porridge.
Ji Ling scooped a bowl for Yin with his own hands.
Yin picked up a small spoon, took a few mouthfuls and put it into his mouth. He felt that the fragrance of mung beans, the soft glutinousness of japonica rice, and the sweetness of osmanthus, the three flavors were paired together to relieve tiredness and refreshment.
He took spoonfuls of it slowly and unknowingly, he drank half the bowl.
When Yin put down the bowl, he saw the Jigui man opposite him holding the bowl, raising his neck, drinking at twice the speed of him...without a spoon, and drinking deliciously.
Yin:……
He put down the bowl and spoon, raised his hand to signal the servants to remove the dishes, but in his mind he thought of the private banquet with Nian Gengyao, Nian Fei, and several other clan ministers this afternoon.
Thinking of Nian Gengyao's extravagant words and deeds at the private banquet, Yin's face slowly turned cold.
After the private banquet, he wanted to find a quiet place to settle some thoughts, but he didn't want to go back to the Yangxin Hall and face the cold papers in the case until dawn.
Finally, his footsteps involuntarily came to the Ji family in Jingyang Palace, the most remote place.
Ji Ling saw a slight change in Yin's face, so he handed the bowl and chopsticks to Qixi. He stood up and walked behind Yin, stretched out his two hands and put them on his shoulders and gently kneaded them a few times silently.
Yin held Ji Ling's hand, tilted his head back, and asked Su Peisheng, "What time is it?".
Just as Su Peisheng was about to open his mouth to answer, Yin had already said again: "Go! Prepare some hot water for others. I will stay with Mr. Ji Gui today."
This is against the rules...
Su Peisheng gave Ji Ling a grimace.
Originally, it was a rule that existed before the Ming Dynasty that the emperor lived in Qianqing Palace.
The late Emperor Kangxi also lived in Qianqing Palace for decades.
Although there is no strict customization yet, the Qianqing Palace is located on the central axis of the Forbidden City, and it has become a natural place for the emperor to live in the eyes of everyone.
But in the Yongzheng Dynasty, what Yin focused on most was "efficiency" and "hard work."
For the sake of diligence and convenience, this gentleman simply moved to Yangxin Hall.
There is a west wall room in the back bedroom of Yangxin Hall, which is the room where concubines and concubines sleep and wait!
But ever since the emperor fell in love with Ji Guiren, the door frame of Xiwei's house has been gathering dust...
Hot water was delivered quickly.
Ji Ling just saw that Yin was worried.
Obviously this worry had nothing to do with her, but in order to prevent the fire at the city gate from affecting Chiyu, Ji Ling resolutely kept her mouth shut and just pretended that she was mute.
After taking a bath, both of them put on clean underwear and sat on the edge of the bed.
The servants gently put down the bed curtains, then walked out silently backwards, and closed the door again.
Ji Ling picked up the small oven, used a brocade towel, wiped the wet hair on Yin's back from top to bottom, and dried it again and again.
Yin kept his eyes closed.
With Ji Ling's gentle movements, the cold edges on his face slowly melted away, and the expression between his brows became much more relaxed.
After drying her hair, Ji Ling hung the towel on the shelf nearby and heard Yin's gentle tone: "Stop being busy and come here."
After hearing his words, Ji Ling knew that nothing was serious, so he turned around with a smile, walked over in small steps, stood in front of Yin, and said: "Your Majesty."
Yin held her hand.
Ji Ling shook Yin's hand and took advantage of the situation to hold his big hand tightly. She felt that his body was usually hot, but now his palms were slightly cold.
With a little effort, Yinwei and Laji Ling sat down side by side and patted the back of her hand, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything. After a while, she said: "Go to sleep."
After extinguishing the candle, the two of them lay down side by side on the bed.
It's not like Ji Ling has never slept in the same bed with Yin.
But that was all after the love affair, and she was so tormented by Yin that her whole body was about to fall apart, so naturally she fell into a particularly sweet sleep as soon as she touched the pillow.
But like today, it is still rare for two people to lie down together quietly after taking a shower and changing clothes.
After lying there for a while, Ji Ling couldn't help but turn her head to look at Yin.
I saw that the fourth master's breathing had stopped evenly, and he was probably asleep. The moon's shadow was projected on the window screen, and his profile was vaguely outlined.