When he said this, Ji Ling thought of her daughter and her husband-in-law, how loving and loving they were, and she immediately covered her mouth and laughed secretly.
For a moment, the palace was filled with joy.
Yinzhen stretched out his hand to hold Ji Ling's hand, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "It's not that I haven't been worried at first - I'm just afraid that Xi'er has a noble status after all, and has been accustomed to being surrounded by stars since he was a child, so he may not be able to get along with his husband.
It's smooth, who knew everything would be so satisfying."
He closed his eyes slightly and sighed softly: "This is unexpected."
Ji Ling put her hand in his hand and gently scratched it here and there coquettishly.
After the two of them finished eating, Yinzhen stood up and led her to the Nuan Pavilion.
After so many years, he is still like this. No matter where he goes with her, he will always slow down and wait for her, always holding her hand as if he is worried that she will get lost.
Just like how I treated that girl back then.
On the second day, an imperial edict was issued - in October, the emperor once again visited the Old Summer Palace.
Ji Ling has now spent a lot of time as the imperial concubine, and when it comes to handling palace affairs, she is no longer as unfamiliar as before, but is becoming more and more experienced.
After receiving the decree, she first calculated the remaining days, then divided them into three parts, made a time plan, and left time for maneuvering, and arranged it layer by layer, down to the details of each plan.
Finally, by the end of September, everything was ready.
After so many years, there have been fewer and fewer people in the harem, and even the queen has passed away. From another perspective, it is... trouble-free.
Ji Ling personally sent the list of people accompanying him to Yangxin Hall for Yinzhen to see.
Yinzhen crossed out the last few people with his pen.
There were also some old nobles, Chang Zai. He thought about it with great difficulty for a while, but he couldn't remember what they looked like, let alone matching their appearance with their titles.
Concubine Xi was originally crossed out by him.
As a result, Yinzhen's eyes fell on the folding paper in front of him, looking at the Moshan Yanyun octagonal inkstone that his fourth brother Hongli had just given him a while ago.
The inkstone was not expensive, but rare, and it was Yinzhen's favorite color - he still couldn't bear to think of Hongli's expectant face.
Yinzhen sighed and re-ticked Concubine Xi's name with cinnabar.
After he finished ticking, he pushed the paper forward and said to Ji Ling: "Here you go."
There was no one in the Nuan Pavilion, and the servants who were serving the palace had already left when they saw Emperor Ji's concubine and concubine coming.
Ji Ling was startled, then became playful, sat down unceremoniously, tilted his head and asked him with a smile: "You really want me to come?"
Yinzhen smiled and turned the pen in his hand, lifted her chin teasingly, and said in a deep voice: "Lingling makes the decision."
Ji Ling laughed, reached out to cover the piece of paper, and asked her jokingly: "What if I cross out all the people and leave only me?"
Yinzhen smiled slightly, with infinite doting tenderness in his eyes, and said solemnly: "Nothing, I only want you, and you alone are enough."
Ji Ling sat next to him, holding his chin, arching his eyebrows, smiling at the Fourth Master in front of him with a smile on his face.
The two chatted for a while.
Yinzhen didn't want her to leave, and she didn't want to leave the Yangxin Hall either. Not long after, Yinzhen asked his servant to bring some snacks in for Ji Ling to hold.
"Eat well." He raised his hand and touched her head.
Ji Ling instantly felt as if he had transformed into a cute little pet... no, an old cute pet.
This is how two people get along, even if they don't talk for a long time, neither one will feel awkward or bored.
Ji Ling watched Yinzhen approve the papers for a long time. She didn't know if it was because his eyes were wearing love filters. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this man who had loved him for more than ten years was really good-looking.
A straight nose, stern eyebrows, and an angular chin.
Ah, so satisfied!
The day of staying in Yuanmingyuan came soon. The imperial concubine's carriage was very gorgeous, and the long street in front of Chengqian Palace was covered with colorful decorations. In terms of pomp and circumstance, it was almost the same as that of the empress.
A large number of people and horses left the palace gate and headed northwest.
Ji Ling had not had the chance to leave the palace for several years. When he came out, he couldn't help but look out when the wind blew the carriage curtain.
The entire Royal Street has been put under martial law.
Next to the carriage were the accompanying palace maids and the Royal Guards on horseback. They were guarded on three levels inside and three levels outside. In fact, they blocked a lot of sight. If you really wanted to see the street scene, you wouldn't be able to see anything.
The seventh brother stretched out his little head, like a little carrot head, and lay on the car window, completely stunned.
Wow, the sky outside is so blue!
The street is so long and wide, you can’t see the end at a glance!
There are also the signs hanging on the shops on both sides. His brother has begun to teach him how to read, but he still doesn't know how to read them.
Those words are too complicated.
The seventh elder brother lowered his head in frustration, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
He saw Hongxin's back.
Isn't the man on the horse his brother?
The brother who is closest to him and loves him the most.
After the third sister left, Hongxin quickly took the place of the third princess.
He originally wanted to show his dignity as an elder brother in front of this little carrot head, but the seventh elder brother was a natural master of coquettishness and cuteness.
So Hongxin doted on his younger brother even more than the third princess.
He has simply become a doting brother and a maniac.
The seventh elder brother always calls Hong Xin "brother", and he only calls "fourth elder brother" when he is facing the fourth elder brother.
Under the two titles, intimacy and distance are distinguished.
Hongxin was now a dashing young man. He was riding on a black horse, with his hand on the sword on his waist, and his eyes swept across the street with a scrutinizing look.
He was originally guarding the Emperor Yijia with his fourth brother. At this time, he heard a tender and crisp little voice, shouting desperately from behind: "Brother! Brother!"
Hongxin turned around and saw her seventh brother's little head lying on the car window, poking his head out of E Niang's carriage.
The wind blew loudly, rolling up the carriage curtain and hitting the seventh brother on the forehead.
The younger brother was like a little fool who didn't know how to hide. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, while his face was filled with joy and he waved to him desperately.
Hongxin's heart softened into a puddle of water.
He turned the horse's head and walked backwards. Seeing the prince approaching, the guards at the side quickly stepped aside to get out of the way.
The seventh elder brother was even more happy when he saw his elder brother coming towards him. He stepped on the soft cushions in the carriage and kept jumping: "Brother, hug! Brother, hug!"
His entire upper body was almost leaning out of the car window, and he was hugged tightly by the palace attendant.
Hongxin smiled.
When Yang Ma came closer, his face was filled with sunshine, and he stretched out his hand and said: "Come here!"
These two brothers, one dares to do and the other dares to listen.
Brother Seventh screamed and tried to free himself from the hands of his grandma who was holding him. As a result, Hongxin exerted force on his arm and lifted his brother directly out of the carriage window.
The seventh elder brother was like a little dumpling with breasts, and he held him in his arms. His chubby little hands reached out to touch the horse's reins, and he shouted majestically: "Horse! Run! Run!"