After finishing his business, Yinzhen finally had time to return to the back hall.
Ji Ling was still concerned about her seventh brother, and accompanied Yinzhen to have dinner at Yangxin Palace, and then Yinzhen accompanied her back to Chengqian Palace.
After teasing the seventh elder brother, Yinzhen was tired. He sat in the Nuan Pavilion and continued to approve the papers for more than an hour before he got up.
When Ji Ling saw him getting up, he knew that he wanted to wash up, so he ordered someone to bring in the hot water for bathing that had been prepared long ago.
After tidying up and freshening up, Yinzhen changed into a clean white undershirt, and there was still a scent of soap locust in the bungalow.
There were clothes hanging on the hangers. Yinzhen just leaned on the bed and said tiredly: "Let's take a rest early today."
Ji Ling looked at the desk - the fourth master didn't approve many discounts today, and in the last hour or so, the total was less than ten.
It is conceivable that there must be several difficult problems that are extremely thought-provoking and exhausting.
Don't be afraid of hard work, be afraid of hard work.
No wonder he is so tired.
He rarely said that he wanted to take a rest. Most of the time, he would turn off the lights and stop writing when he saw Ji Ling yawning and felt sorry for her to go to bed early.
So I'm really exhausted today.
I don't know if it was due to habit, but the fourth master still held a book in his hand. Ji Ling went up to look at it and saw that it was a political opinion record compiled by the minister below.
This kind of book is thick, has small characters, and is densely stacked, making it the most tiring to read.
Ji Ling reached out and took the book with some strength.
Yinzhen raised his head slightly, looking at her with surprise and amusement in his eyes: "... Lingling?"
Ji Ling said softly: "Get some rest. It will be the same if you read again tomorrow. If you are tired, you will not be able to read for several days, which will waste your time."
What she said was reasonable. Yinzhen smiled bitterly, reached out to hold her hand, and stopped talking.
Ji Ling used his free hand to put the book in the small book basket next to the couch. After thinking about it, he seemed to be afraid that Yinzhen would take it back again, so he simply stretched his legs and pushed the book basket away.
Yinzhen:……
He patted her hand: "What Lingling said just now makes sense. I have been too tense these days and I should relax a little."
He paused and then said warmly: "Don't worry, I know my own body."
Ji Ling said worriedly: You have so many ghosts! This year will be the 13th year of Yongzheng...
She thought for a while, then suddenly stretched out her arms, hugged Yinzhen silently, and lay on his shoulders.
Yinzhen thought she was going to act coquettishly, so he stretched out his hand and hugged her waist with a smile, but he saw that the person in his arms was just so quiet, lying down obediently, and made no other movements.
His heart moved, he reached out and stroked Ji Ling's long, silky hair, and said softly: "Are you worried?"
Ji Ling moved slightly and made a noncommittal sound from his nose: "Yes."
Yinzhen lowered his head and gently rubbed his chin on the top of her head. Suddenly he understood, his face turned cold, and his voice was also unhappy: "Is it Kunning Palace?"
That's right, his spirit, thank you today, besides the Yangxin Palace, isn't it the Kunning Palace?
His hand on Ji Ling's shoulder tightened slightly. Ji Ling knew he had misunderstood and whispered: "No."
Yinzhen was a little doubtful and reached out to lift her face up.
He looked into her eyes and said in a deep voice: "If there is anything, tell me."
Ji Ling raised her eyes and looked at him, seeing that there was clearly a look of distress and suspicion in his stern brows.
Seeing such a look, she felt soft in her heart. She held Yinzhen's wrist, shook it, and said softly: "Really not."
Only then did Yinzhen raise his body slightly, nodded and said, "That's good."
If Kunning Palace still wants to make use of Qiao at this time, he should really suspect that Ulanara's brain has been soaked in water.
He put his arms around Ji Ling and patted her on the back. He thought that Lingling was still too honest after all. If it were anyone else, he would have two sons and one daughter in his hands. She would be the imperial concubine, and she would be holding a photo of the Sixth Palace.
Where can power be as unshakable as it is now?
I'm afraid I can't hold back my desire to win the phoenix position for a long time.
But Lingling never did.
He gave her the power, and she arranged the affairs of the Sixth House in a down-to-earth, diligent and silent manner.
There was no fanfare or publicity.
Lingling has many good qualities, but this is the best.
Sometimes, people who don’t fight for anything actually make people feel more distressed.
That's why he couldn't help but want to give her everything.
I'm just afraid that what I have given is not enough and not good enough.
…
The next morning, the concubines began to come to congratulate the imperial concubine.
This is the second day after thanking the emperor and empress. Later, some wives from the clan will come into the palace to kowtow to the imperial concubine.
Ji Ling sat at the dining table.
The breakfast cooked in the dining room today was hot and sour noodles with honey, brown sugar and sweet cakes. Bixue was waiting beside her, watching her master swallow the hot and sour bites and the sweet ones, without any feeling of conflicting tastes.
I also admire it.
Qixi was at the side, handing over the sign and invitation of the royal wife who was about to enter the palace.
...a thick stack...
Ji Ling had just put a piece of cake into his mouth, and when he looked at the signs, he immediately stopped: "So many?"
she asked Qixi.
Qixi pointed to the side and reminded her: "Master, this is only a small part. Not all slaves have been picked up yet."
Ji Ling silently put down the half-bitten sweet cake.
She suddenly understood Yinzhen's mood when faced with the overwhelming memorials.
The name of the palace is to recuperate, but it is actually a forbidden place. Outside, the sky has been filled with excitement, and there are all kinds of speculations and discussions.
It is said that this concubine of Emperor Ji was a very clever concubine. On the surface, she seemed to be doing nothing, but the emperor gradually lost trust in the queen, until finally, the queen was grounded.
Some people also say that this noble concubine of Emperor Ji is the nemesis in the life of Queen Ulanara. Even if she does nothing, due to numerology, Ulanara will be suppressed and unable to fight back.
There is also a more mysterious theory, saying that the Ji Emperor's concubine was named "Chen", which was actually the reincarnation of Hai Lanzhu from the previous dynasty.
The emperor is the real dragon emperor. It has always been common for emperors and emperors to have three thousand beauties in their harems.
If Hai Lanzhu is not reincarnated, how can we explain the fact that she can firmly lock the emperor's heart?
Ji Ling flipped through the signs in front of him and saw the sign of Si Age Fujin.
She wanted to look down again, but thought of the concubines waiting outside to congratulate her, so she told Qixi to put the sign away first and talk about it later.
In the main hall, after waiting for a long time, the Imperial Concubine Ji finally came out.
Today, in her own palace, the Imperial Concubine is clearly dressed simply and comfortably, exuding a homely kindness. She has a thin layer of makeup on her face, but she looks better, but not as expected as the Imperial Concubine.
Some are gorgeous and gorgeous.
But because of this, he looks even younger.
Concubine Qian looked at Concubine Xi with her eyes.
As soon as Xibi stepped forward, she followed suit.
Kneel down and salute.
The concubines behind them all followed Concubine Xi and Concubine Qian, waving their handkerchiefs and squatting down to congratulate the Imperial Concubine.