Chapter 62: Whispers in the Hall of Mental Cultivation
Ji Ling got up and walked forward, and saw that the Nuan Pavilion was extremely deep, with several thick and thin bright yellow curtains covering each other, each hanging low.
A pair of court ladies stood silently with their hands folded. Every time she passed a curtain, someone would gently open it.
It was quiet in the Nuan Pavilion, and only the sound of the Western clock could be heard. Yin's imperial desk seemed particularly empty.
The ground is covered with a thick long floral velvet carpet with dragon patterns. Ji Ling didn't notice it at the door just now. Now her flowerpot-soled shoes are stepping on the carpet, as if every step is stepping on clouds, swaying,
If you are not careful, you will fall into it.
Ji Ling: It’s so difficult for me...
After finally moving to the imperial desk, he saw Yin leaning over the imperial desk again and continuing to write without raising his head, but slightly raising his chin.
The two grinding eunuchs immediately stopped their hands, saluted Ji Ling, and then walked down in small steps backwards.
Yin finally raised his head.
He glanced at her, tapped the table with the thumb of his other hand, and asked her, "Do you know what this is?"
Ji Ling turned her head to look at the words on the table. She was standing opposite Yin, and she was reading the words in reverse. It was naturally difficult to read, and it took her a long time to read them. It took her a long time to figure out: What Yin wrote was "The fragrance of lotus flowers wraps around the hanging whip sleeves."
The breeze in the willows plays with the flute boat."
Why does it look so familiar?
Ji Ling thought for a while... No! These fourteen words were seen on the drawings of the new kitchen.
Didn't Xiao Chenzi also say that the emperor would personally inscribe her the entrance to the east courtyard of Jingyang Palace!
Ji Ling squatted down with a smile and said: "Go back to the emperor, I know! This is the inscription written by the emperor to the east side of the concubine's body, to be placed at the door. Thank you for your grace!"
Yin's face still had the same indifferent look, but finally there was a smile in his eyes. He reached out to hold Ji Ling's hand, pulled her around the desk, and pulled her to his side.
He didn't say much, just held Ji Ling's hand, straightened his back, looked at his handwriting, raised his head and said loudly: "Su Peisheng!".
Su Peisheng immediately hurried in quickly: "I'm here!".
Yin pointed at the paper on the table and said: "Send it to the manufacturing office to be framed. Cut it into a smaller and more elegant size. Once framed, send it to the east courtyard of Jingyang Palace immediately."
Su Peisheng bowed his waist and said with a smile: "I will do it immediately!" He stepped forward and picked up the paper edge. Before the ink was dry, Su Peisheng held it out very carefully, and bumped into Xiao Chenzi's little eunuch holding it out.
Hot tea will be brought in.
Su Peisheng laughed angrily, grabbed the little eunuch's arm, and shouted with spittle flying: "Are you blind? Didn't you see that the emperor was talking to the noble man?"
Even holding hands!
In Dongnuan Pavilion, Yin held Ji Ling's hand, looked down at her eyes, and asked her: "You know my inscriptions and have read the drawings carefully?".
Ji Ling didn't know what he meant by asking. He thought for a moment, raised his head, and answered him thoughtfully: "Back to the emperor, I have indeed read the drawings carefully."
Yin put the imperial pen down on the table and said: "The drawing is so suitable for you, you haven't changed it at all?".
When Ji Ling saw that his face was pale, he gradually stopped smiling, hunched his neck and whispered: "Your Majesty has reviewed it, of course there is nothing wrong with it. I have not changed anything about my body...".
After hearing this, Yin seemed to be choked by her words and seemed to pause.
The atmosphere in the hall fell into silence for a while.
Ji Ling looked at the change of expression on his face and probably guessed which sentence he said wrongly.
Yinwu sat down on his own, raised his head and glanced at Ji Ling, and saw that she probably knew that she had made the emperor unhappy. She hung her head in frustration and stood there without moving, like a child who had done something wrong.
He said in his heart: He deserves it!
It was almost half a year since he called her to sleep with him for the first time after the incident with Hai Guiren.
She is so timid...
She asked for the dining room herself, and he sent someone to do it. He also reviewed the drawings sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs with great interest, revised them, and wrote inscriptions...
He remembered that at that time, he also said something to Su Peisheng: "If Jigui wants to change anything, let her feel free to do it."
Not to mention the people in front of the emperor, but also the concubines and slaves in the entire Forbidden City who are more thoughtful, who can't see that the emperor really likes Mr. Ji!
She is so timid!
Being aware of current affairs and keeping one's duty; being aware of propriety and knowing how to advance and retreat have been the way of survival for women in the harem for thousands of years. But if he is too rigid in everything, this person... doesn't look like a real person.
Under the surface of her always playful smile, is she cautious, cautious, and guarded...or is it clear that she is still not close enough to him to dare to make any demands?
Yin was still thinking, but he only felt his sleeves tightening. It turned out that Ji Ling came up and gently pulled his sleeves.
He looked up at her and saw Ji Ling whispering with an aggrieved look on her face: "Your Majesty, it's not that I don't like this dining room. Your Majesty treats me so well. It's too late for me to be happy. It's just that there is a concubine in Jingyang Palace."
Madam, besides, she is the hostess... If the new dining room is modified repeatedly, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble. When the time comes, I'm afraid that Madam Mao will not be able to save face."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head, closed her mouth and stopped talking.
Yin looked at her pitiful look and felt a little distressed: It turned out that she kept silent because she wanted to take care of the face of the main concubine.
It's such a simple reason! But my own eyes, which have seen too many people's hearts, see her as complicated and think complicated.
It's no wonder that no matter how favored you are, your status is just that of a noble person. Living in the same palace, if you don't take care of the concubine who holds a high position, you will not feel at ease in the end.
It’s not easy for this poor little guy!
He patted the court case beside him and said in a low voice: "Come here.".
Ji Ling hesitated and walked over. Yin stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and unconsciously slowed down his voice.
But he didn't look at her, and just said leisurely: "You don't know, when I was six years old, according to the rules of my ancestors, I had to go to school, so that year... Huang Ama personally selected a martial arts warrior who was skilled in the Eight Banners' bow and horse for me.
Member, be my expert, teach me riding and archery...".
When Ji Ling heard him talking about his childhood memories, he raised his head and listened attentively. He saw Yin's eyes looking into the distance. The focus of his eyes was a nine-curved, folded-legged crane-shaped incense-burning bronze tripod in the distance that was exhaling light smoke.
At this time, green smoke was blowing out, and he seemed to be listening wordlessly.
Yin said calmly: "I am new to learning how to bow, horse, ride and shoot, and I am very young, so I am very happy. I have been asking Shuda to teach me my skills all day long!".
He paused and continued: "How can anyone learn to ride and shoot without falling? I have fallen, been injured, and broken bones..."
