When the imperial concubine expresses her gratitude, it is customary for the concubines in the palace to come and watch the ceremony.
The queen sits on the phoenix throne, and the imperial concubine should serve beside her. The noble lady should kneel down and bow twice to express gratitude.
But no one came to Kunning Palace.
No one came to see the imperial concubine bend down and kowtow to the empress.
Ji Ling stepped forward and saluted Uranala.
Her attitude is respectful, her posture dignified, and impeccable.
Ulanara didn't scream for a moment, but slowly picked up a tea cup from the table beside him and took a sip in a leisurely and leisurely manner, as if it was still the old days.
Rong promised to be by the side, looking at the queen, and felt in his heart why the queen was doing this?
The situation is already in such a complete state of failure, but outsiders are still stubbornly holding on to the last bit of dignity as the empress of the palace.
Without the emperor's heart, no matter how high your status is, it is empty.
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After coming out of Kunning Palace, Ji Ling went to the imperial concubine Zhai Yu, and then went to Yangxin Palace.
The sun had just passed noon, and counting the time, it was almost time for Yinzhen to go to court.
Just as she expected, Yinzhen entered the back hall with his front feet, and announced outside the back hall that the imperial concubine was here to thank the emperor.
Yinzhen smiled when he heard this and ordered someone to let her in. Sure enough, he saw that Ji Ling was already dressed in a golden imperial concubine uniform, walked in quickly, knelt down to thank him.
They separated only in the morning, but seeing her serious look now, Yinzhen still couldn't hold it back.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a gentle arc.
It was very quiet in the Yangxin Hall. The palace people were standing far away in the corner of the hall. It was the quietest time in the afternoon. The sunlight came in through the window panes, and the dusty light pillars in the air floated slightly.
The canonization of an imperial concubine is a happy event, and it is a rule to kowtow to express gratitude to the emperor. Yinzhen asked someone to bring a mat. When Ji Ling finished kowtowing, he stretched out his arms and helped her up.
Ji Ling did not forget to hold the crown of imperial concubine on her head. The crown was shaking with the movements. Although the jeweled claws were tightly grasping her scalp, she still felt like it would fall off in the next second.
illusion.
Yinzhen helped her straighten it up with his own hands, and joked: "In terms of value, this imperial crown is worth half of the small palaces in the Forbidden City."
This was originally a joke, but the imperial concubine took it seriously and raised her hands to support Chao Guan.
Yinzhen smiled.
He reached out and held her to his chest.
Ji Ling held his hand, her ears feeling a little hot. She looked up at him, glared at him again, and tugged hard on her sleeve - the palace people were still watching.
After thanking him for his kindness, Ji Ling naturally used his lunch in the Yangxin Hall.
The imperial dining room knew that the imperial concubine was dining in the Yangxin Hall, so he paid more attention to the food and catered to her taste.
The people below didn’t dare to think too deeply about the emperor’s preferences, but they also didn’t dare not to think about it. In the past, they could only cross the river by feeling the stones, spending money, smiling, and begging the eunuchs serving the emperor to give some directions.
Come.
But when they heard that the imperial concubine and the empress were dining together today, everyone in the dining room breathed a sigh of relief.
Ji's favor is like the emperor's pet, and he is always holding it in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting.
Therefore, Ji had the most time and opportunity to accompany the emperor to dine in Yangxin Hall.
After so many years, the people in the Imperial Kitchen gradually realized one thing: no matter what dishes the Imperial Kitchen made, Ji always praised them in front of the emperor and never said a word about the poor craftsmanship of the Imperial Kitchen.
At the beginning, the entire imperial dining room only regarded the imperial concubine as a little Chang Zai from back then, and even had a bit of malicious disdain. They secretly said in their hearts: In the harem, everyone has his own way of fighting for favor, and he starts from a low position step by step.
What kind of world can you see and what good things can you taste if you climb up?
Why bother to taste that good stuff?
Until later, when I saw the third princess, the sixth elder brother, the seventh elder brother...
And she has also been promoted from concubine Chen, concubine Chen, noble concubine Chen... all the way up to the imperial concubine she is today.
Facing the craftsmanship of the imperial kitchen, the imperial concubine remained as generous and peaceful as ever.
The imperial dining room was filled with fools from top to bottom, but now it came to its senses.
With the imperial concubine's current status and her importance in the emperor's heart, if she felt that a dish was not cooked well, she could just say so.
I remember that Concubine Nian complained about several dishes before, and the Queen once said that several famous dishes were not cooked well.
As a result, the few cooks who were named carefully packed their packages and were removed from the imperial kitchen. They could only work in the lower-level ordinary kitchen in the palace - to feed the palace servants.
A pair of wonderful hands, buried from now on.
This is pretty good.
In the past, when the concubine was at her peak, it was said that she would only eat the center spoonful of watermelon, and the rest would be thrown away, so she would often use more than a dozen small watermelon cups to clean her mouth after meals.
watermelon.
It is not easy to get watermelons in the palace, so making such a party is very wasteful.
And once again, there was a cook in the imperial dining room who accidentally forgot the special request of Concubine Nian and used a whole watermelon to make a watermelon cup.
As a result, Concubine Nian's face changed after eating half of it.
And the imperial concubine in front of her is really a foodie - she is always picky about any dish, no matter whether it is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, delicious or not?
After finally realizing the reason belatedly, the hearts of everyone in the imperial dining room felt warm.
After the meal, Yinzhen had to go to the military aircraft office in the afternoon to continue discussing things with his ministers. Ji Ling felt sleepy, so he couldn't hold it back at the dining table. He raised his hand and yawned several times, and he couldn't hold it back.
Yinzhen knew that she had not had a good rest for two days yesterday and today, and was busy working on the imperial concubine's appointment and the ceremony of thanksgiving.
He felt distressed in his heart, raised his hand and ordered someone to go to Yanxi Hall to make the bed.
Ji Ling still said: "It will be the same when I go back to take a nap..."
Yinzhen had already blocked her next words: "Right here, I want to see you when I come back at night."
This sentence was said so affectionately that Ji Ling immediately refused.
She looked at him with bright eyes, nodded and said, "Okay."
The two people walked out of the back hall and reached the aisle. Beyond that was the front hall of Yangxin Hall. Yinzhen turned around, raised his hands to tighten her collar, and smiled in the shadow of the aisle.
: "Just wait for me."
He turned around and was about to leave, but Ji Ling grabbed his sleeve, a little reluctant to leave.
Yinzhen turned around, smiled and held Ji Ling's waist, lowered his head and whispered something in her ear. Qixi saw that his master's face immediately became embarrassed and his ears turned red, and he let go in a panic.
emperor.
Yinzhen smiled, turned around and strode away.
In the Yanxi Hall, the palace people moved lightly and quickly, and had already changed all the bedding on the bed. This was the place where the concubine Nian stabbed Ji Ling for a long time after she stabbed her in front of the emperor.
It's also very familiar.
Ji Ling sat down, put his hands on the table, and cast his eyes unconsciously towards the door. Suddenly he remembered that year, when he first met Qilin, it was also in this room.
At that time, a furry little head curiously poked in from the door.
At that time, she didn't know the puppy was called Qilin.
Ji Ling couldn't help but let out a sigh as she thought about the past.