When Yinzhen heard her say "Huang Ama", he smiled and stretched out his hand, dragged her in front of him, stretched out his hand and hit her on the back several times.
Ji Ling tugged on his sleeve, laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, and begged him for mercy.
Qixi and the others who were guarding the door listened to the laughter and laughter inside, and they also had smiles on their faces.
Just talk and laugh. Long live the Lord and Master, after all these years, they are still the same and have never changed.
Buddha bless!
Yinzhen originally planned to stay at Chengqian Palace that night and listen to what the third princess had to say, but since his daughter was shy and embarrassed to talk to him, Emperor Amado, he could only discuss it with Ji Ling.
"It's not that there aren't any candidates, but the family is a bit inferior and is not worthy of our Xi'er." After Yinzhen took a bath, his whole body was still filled with the fragrance of soap locust, and there was water mist on his eyelashes.
Ji Ling walked over, raised her hand to wipe it for him, and then said: "What kind of family background does the emperor mean by 'poor'?"
Yinzhen mentioned a few casually.
Ji Ling took a breath after hearing this.
Such a family background is called poor! No wonder it's hard to choose someone - there are only a few people with famous surnames who can catch Yinzhen's eyes.
In such a family, when choosing a prince-in-law, one has to consider appearance and temperament. Of course, there is no choice!
"Actually, the age is not necessarily two or three years older than Xi'er. It can be the same age or a few months younger." Ji Ling gave Yinzhen some ideas.
Yinzhen's eyes lit up. If he followed this idea, there would be several suitable candidates - several capable young sons, but he didn't consider them.
Yinzhen stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brow. He stared at the palace lantern in the Nuan Pavilion and was lost in thought for a while. Then he thought of something again, so he raised his head and said to Ji Ling: "Hongxin, you should also be careful, don't let the servants below use dirty thoughts.
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Ji Ling knew what he meant - he was afraid that the prince would be secretly seduced by the bold palace maid before he got married, so he nodded and said: "The people around Hongxin are all old people who are used to it, so don't worry."
Yinzhen responded and said: "There was a national funeral last year, but it won't happen this year. Later, Hongxin's direct descendant Fujin should not be carelessly selected. I will definitely check it carefully!"
As he said this, he looked up at Ji Ling meaningfully.
Ji Ling also happened to raise his face. The two looked at each other under the lamp for a moment, and Ji Ling's heart skipped a beat.
She pursed her lips and said nothing. For a while, the room became quiet, and she could only hear the sound of wind and snow falling outside.
It is already the fourteenth year of Yongzheng's reign.
Ji Ling thought to herself: The thirteen years of Yongzheng that made her fearful have finally passed.
After a while, she heard Yinzhen patting her hand and saying in a deep voice: "Lingling, rest."
Ji Ling raised her hand to untie the bed curtain, but Yinzhen held her back and said, "I'm here, you lie down."
As he spoke, he supported her and gently let her lie down.
The earth dragon in the Nuan Pavilion was burning hot, and he didn't feel cold at all. The quilt was as soft and light as a cloud. Ji Ling lay down and saw that Yinzhen had already blown out the palace lantern. This series of actions did not let the servants come in to serve him, but him
Do it yourself.
When he got on the bed, Ji Ling naturally moved aside to make room for him, and then lifted up the quilt.
As soon as Yinzhen lay down, Ji Ling smelled a faint smell of medicine on his body - he couldn't tell what kind of medicine it was, but he felt that he had smelled it faintly before, but it was not common.
She subconsciously sniffed it hard several times.
"Is this a dog?" Yinzhen smiled and held her hand under the quilt: "What are you doing?"
"Did the emperor put plaster on his body?" Ji Ling turned over and lay on Yinzhen's chest and asked him, her long silk-like hair covering his neck.
Her first reaction was: Fourth Master, don’t you think you’ve hurt your waist by reading too many memorials and put some plaster on it, right?
When she thought about it, she subconsciously reached out to touch his waist.
Yinzhen accidentally touched the itchy flesh on her waist.
He gasped, held her hand, smiled, glared and said, "Don't make trouble."
Although his eyes were glaring at Ji Ling, the tone of his words was extremely endearing.
Ji Ling smiled, and as expected, she let go of her hand obediently, and lay down next to Fourth Master. After a while, she heard the breathing of the person next to her pillow became thin and long.
Why is Fourth Master so sleepy recently? So sleepy?
He fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow. Compared with his previous poor sleep quality, he didn't look like the same person...
Ji Ling thought to herself: She remembered very clearly that Yinzhen's sleep had not been very good before. If there was a little movement at night, he would open his eyes alertly and get up early in the morning.
But now, after falling asleep, he looked at ease.
Like this, if it were in modern times, she would really wonder if Yinzhen had taken sleeping pills.
She still got closer to smell the scent of Yinzhen.
Deja vu.
It's not the scent of agarwood.
Ji Ling lay quietly in the darkness for a while and suddenly came to his senses.
It's cinnabar.
It is cinnabar used in alchemy.
…
As soon as the first month passed, rumors began to spread all over the Forbidden City, saying that the emperor was about to designate the imperial concubine as queen.
At first, the sound of wind was only in a few places, but gradually, like ripples spreading across the water, this saying was heard all over the Forbidden City.
Yes, if you look at it from the perspective of the harem and concubines, there is nothing wrong with this statement.
The empress was newly mourned, and the imperial concubine assumed the power of the sixth palace, which was already equivalent to the empress in a practical sense.
Besides, as a queen, you don’t need to be favored by the emperor, but you must gain the emperor’s full trust.
From this point of view, there is no problem with Emperor Ji's concubine - the emperor has been the only one who has been favored for many years, and the couple... ah no, the emperor's concubine has a deep relationship.
This is the best evidence.
Besides, in previous dynasties, there have been cases where the empress died and the imperial concubine was replaced.
After all, no matter how "noble" the imperial concubine is, she is still a concubine.
The queen is the "queen"
Doing things and taking charge can be done by the imperial concubine.
However, for example, during the winter solstice when worshiping heaven and ancestors, paying homage to ancestral mausoleums, etc., these are occasions where the emperor and empress must be present. The imperial concubine cannot directly assume the position of the empress and do it openly.
But there are also many people who secretly criticize it - although the mother's family of Imperial Concubine Ji is being promoted again and again by the emperor, it still rises too quickly and has too little foundation.
Not to mention the Han military flag.
How can the descendants be the Han military flag?
In the Yangxin Hall, Yinzhen heard the news and his eyes were still fixed on the memorial in front of him, but a sneer appeared on his lips.
It's just that this smile is more cold and less smiling.
Interesting, he thought.
There was a concubine first, and then a queen. The examples of the two people are not clear yet.
In this harem, there are still people who think that life is too good and they are itching to live, so they insist on something happening.
This is because he is impatient and wants to drive his spirit to the forefront of the storm.