Chapter five hundred and thirty sixth painting mother
Ji Ling stretched out his hand to hold the book in Yinzhen's hand, smiled and drew it out, and wrote lightly: "Your Majesty, stop reading and have a good meal."
Yinzhen didn't hold his hand tightly, and she pulled it out immediately.
He looked up at Ji Ling quite unexpectedly. Ji Ling just pretended that he didn't know, reached out and gave the Taoist scripture to Su Peisheng who was waiting next to him.
Su Peisheng was like picking up a hot potato. It didn't matter whether he took it or not.
The imperial concubine is really the imperial concubine now, he thought.
Ji Ling had already reached out and filled a bowl of porridge himself and placed it in front of Yinzhen: "What does the emperor say to me on weekdays?"
Seeing the slight doubt in Yinzhen's eyes, Ji Ling smiled and recited a poem that Yinzhen had taught her before: "If you don't follow the sect, you won't know Zen. When you're hungry, you'll eat and you'll sleep when you're sleepy. Usually, you'll rely on your big fists, Leng Diqian wins the empty tribulation."
This is a verse written by the Song Dynasty. The sentence "when you are hungry, you have to eat, and when you are sleepy, you have to sleep." At that time, Yinzhen praised it a few times. The Tao is to do things with one heart and in accordance with the nature. The Tao is simple and the Tao follows the law. Naturally, practice lies in daily life.
In fact, people in the world don't need to work hard at all. They can do it without any intention and just act naturally.
"Isn't it?" She shook her head and said to Yinzhen plausibly: "The emperor eats when he eats now. He is so absorbed in reading, and in the end he doesn't eat well, and he may not be able to read much of the book."
Yinzhen smiled muffledly, shook his head slightly, and suddenly took her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it.
The minions are still around!
Ji Ling immediately blushed.
She could understand the look in Yinzhen's eyes, and the general meaning was "You can do it now! I never thought that I could be defeated by Lingling..."
Ji Ling shut her mouth and continued to eat with an obedient expression.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, she is indeed becoming more and more bold in front of Yinzhen. For example, the act of snatching the book just now - this is something that even Yinzhen can handle.
If it had been ten years ago, no, even five years ago, this would have been something she would never have done.
But now it is done so naturally, with the familiarity of an old couple.
Aren’t you really old?
Although there was time in Yuhua Pavilion, it only made time go slower.
After breakfast, Yinzhen took the handkerchief and handkerchief that the eunuchs served him, rinsed his mouth and wiped his mouth, and went to court.
After Ji Ling saw him off, he got on the imperial concubine's carriage and went back to Chengqian Palace.
After all, Beidi Qiuhu is very powerful. Along the way, the light reflected from the floor tiles of the Forbidden City made her mouth dry. Ji Ling immediately thought of the Old Summer Palace.
If we were in the Old Summer Palace, the lake and water would be so beautiful, even in autumn, it would not be so dry and hot.
It must be a different scene.
Before they even arrived in front of the Chengqian Palace, they already saw Concubine Qian, Concubine Mao, Li Guiren and others in front of the gate of the Palace of Chengqian. They were surrounded by flowers. From a glance, they knew they were here to pay their respects to the Imperial Concubine.
In the eyes of everyone in the harem today, after the queen ascends to heaven, it is okay for the imperial concubine to walk sideways in the Forbidden City.
It turns out that although it is already noble enough, there is still a queen of the middle palace sitting on top of it.
Now that the queen is gone, there is no one besides the emperor to look after the imperial concubine.
But it just lacks the title of queen. What is the difference between the queen and the queen?
Ji Ling felt a little headache when she saw these people from a distance. She raised her hand to support her head and asked Qixi to take care of them. She said that she was not feeling well today and the sisters did not need to come to say hello. After a few days, she felt better. , and then called everyone to drink tea and talk.
This was said very politely, and Concubine Qian and others left with smiles on their faces.
After everyone left and Ji Ling entered Chengqian Palace, she finally understood why the queen always had headaches and felt unwell.
In addition to being really weak, it is actually quite a headache to have a bunch of concubines crowded in front of me every day.
She entered the hall and sat under the flower window to look at the sun outside.
The sun has risen little by little, and the flower bed planted by the third princess has now taken shape. The flower seedlings have gradually grown a lot taller, and they are a soft new green.
These are heat-tolerant varieties. The stronger the summer sun, the more they grow happily, and they don't look like they will be dried out by the sun at all.
7Up brings fruit tea, which is iced. The tea leaves are green, the tea soup is like jade, and the orange strands in the middle are full of fresh fruity aroma.
Ji Ling drank two-thirds of the pot in one breath and wiped the sweat on his forehead and neck with a towel for a long time.
Seeing how hot her master was, Bixue immediately asked several second-class maids to bring in the ice buckets outside.
The air-conditioning curled up.
"Where is the princess?" Ji Ling turned to ask the palace man.
Mammy smiled and said: "Returning to the imperial concubine, the third princess is taking the seventh prince to paint a portrait in the back room!"
Portrait? What does she look like?
Ji Ling stood up and walked into the Qi Age Nuo Pavilion to take a look.
After entering, I discovered that Brother Seven was actually being held by his wet nurse on her lap, holding his beloved little toy in his hand. He was laughing so much that his saliva was drooling, with a silly look on his face: "Sister...sister...
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A painting shelf was set up in front of the third princess, with drawing paper spread on it. She held the brush in her hand, glanced at her brother, then drew one stroke on the paper, looked at it and then drew another stroke, just like an artist, really serious.
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Ji Ling leaned over and took a look at her daughter's painting, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.
"What did you draw?"
The third princess's whole mind was focused on the drawing paper. Unexpectedly, E Niang was suddenly behind her. She was caught off guard and her hand shook in fright, causing the brush to fall to the ground.
The maid next to her quickly knelt down and helped her pick it up.
The third princess put her hand on her chest and complained: "Mother, why are you acting like Huang Ama now, coming in without saying a word, scaring my daughter!"
Ji Ling turned her head and looked at her painting: "Is this your younger brother?"
The third princess nodded. When the seventh brother saw E Niang coming, he was already smiling. He kicked up his two chubby hands and legs and danced to get out of the wet nurse's arms.
"Hug! Hug!" he shouted in a sweet voice.
Who do you want to hold me? Of course it’s my mother-in-law.
Ji Ling went over, bent down, and took the milk-scented Seventh Brother into his arms with his own hands, and kissed him hard on his fleshy face.
The seventh elder brother was so happy that he burst out laughing. While laughing, he stretched out his hand and waved his hand. Ji Ling was caught off guard. Although he turned his face, his movements were still not fast enough and he was rubbed by his son several times.
The wet nurse came over quickly and reached out to hold Brother Seventh for her.
Ji Ling shook her head, tightened her arms, and sent the fragrant little buns upwards, only to see that the third princess was already brushing quickly on the paper.
I also drew her.
Ji Ling saw her daughter's abstract painting and looked at her big face and green bean eyes...
There is also the seventh prince's face as big as a silver basin, and his disproportionately small body - just like a tadpole.
She thought to herself that the next time the palace painter painted again, why should the third princess go and see it?