If the liquid foundation is really used up, then we can only use the powder that was given as tribute to the palace in this era.
Ji Ling thought of the powder in the palace that was as white as wall plaster and the blood-red lipstick, and she felt a million rejections in her heart.
She was lost in thought for a while as she thought about her own worries. From the corner of her eye, she noticed bright yellow clothes beside her. When she looked up, she saw that Yin had walked beside her at some point.
Seeing that she was about to stand up, he reached out and held her shoulders. He saw that she was holding a box of blush cream and playing with the rouge and gouache in a daze. He couldn't help but smile and thought to himself, Mrs. Ji is really a little girl.
The two looked at each other in the mirror. Yin touched her shoulder, shook her hand, bent down and said in a low and gentle voice: "I didn't know you liked these. I'll bring you some new tribute from Yangzhou tomorrow."
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He held Ji Ling's shoulders to prevent her from getting up. Ji Ling turned around and hugged Yin's arm like a baby. With a smile in her eyes, she raised her head and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!".
Yin looked down at her eyes and smiled.
He reached out and touched the back of her head, grabbed a contouring brush on the table with one hand, glanced at it, and muttered to himself: What the hell is this!
After a while, Su Peisheng came back with a message about the meals from the imperial kitchen of Yangxin Palace. Although Yin just said, "Just pass some food," Su Peisheng didn't dare to simply pass it on.
He made great efforts and personally brought a team of eunuchs from the dining room over. Knowing that Mr. Ji liked hot pots, there were two eunuchs at the end of the team who wrapped their hands in coarse cloths and carefully carried the two hot pots.
Such a super deluxe takeout team walked under the palace wall. It pricked the eyes of many people, and some concubines stood far away and talked softly.
From Yangxin Palace to Jingyang Palace, you have to pass through Yongshou Palace, Kunning Palace, and Zhongcui Palace. The distance is still quite far. Therefore, the eunuchs in the dining room do not carry the table and cover the bowls as usual, but use lunch boxes to cover the bowls.
All meals are placed in lunch boxes to keep them warm.
Fortunately, the weather was getting warmer by now, and the people in the imperial dining room were following Su Peisheng in small steps. When the meal was served, it was still steaming.
The servants arranged the dishes one by one.
Su Peisheng pondered along the way: What is the emperor's intention? Is it really just to pass dishes from the imperial kitchen of Yangxin Palace to Jingyang Palace?
Or is it to support the noble people?
If it is really the latter reason, I think it will not be long before this noble man comes to do it.
Therefore, he saluted Ji Ling with great respect.
To Yin, these dishes are ordinary, but to Ji Ling, they are all delicacies, not to mention that they are sent from the imperial dining room of Yangxin Hall.
The last morning at Yangxin Hall, she simply grabbed a few pastries and ran away, but the fragrance of the pastries made her have endless aftertaste along the way. She simply discovered a new world of Chinese pastries.
After all, it is the number one dining room in the Forbidden City. How can the craftsmanship be inferior?
Now sitting next to the dining table, she looked up and saw duck stuffed with glutinous rice and wine, gourd strips with shredded chicken, diced pork with green radish, fried glutinous rice cake, bird's nest duck with sweet and sour garlic, crispy fire, shrimp with sweet and sour sauce, fresh shrimp with green garlic
Stewed oil beans, spicy hot pot...
...so many delicious things! Especially the glutinous rice fried cake. You don’t need to eat it. It’s fried until it turns slightly yellow. You don’t need to eat it. Just by looking at it, you can tell that it is absolutely fragrant, crispy and soft.
Ji Ling's eyes lit up immediately.
The servants brought a copper basin and handkerchiefs and helped Yin wash his hands. Yin deliberately moved very slowly, but he saw that Ji Ling had already washed his hands quickly, holding the chopsticks, and looking at him eagerly.
I'm almost dying.
She didn't dare to move until the emperor started.
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After finishing the meal, Qixi brought in hot water. Ji Ling helped Yin wash it briefly and changed into clean clothes. Yin then sat at the table in Ji Ling's room and started reading the book again.
Ji Ling, who had occupied the table, had nowhere to go. She folded her hands and sat on the edge of the bed looking at Yin.
Yin watched for a while, then inadvertently raised his head and saw Ji Ling sitting on the edge of the bed, looking around. Knowing that she had nothing to do, he stretched out his hand and said, "Come here."
Ji Ling stood up obediently and walked over. Yin patted his side and asked her to sit down next to him.
He held one of her hands tenderly, but his eyes still did not leave the fold.
Ji Ling tilted his head slightly and counted the books on the table. There were seventy-seven books in total.
God!
She then looked at Yin's current speed... It was estimated that this discount would have to be approved at dawn.
Maybe it was too quiet in the room, or maybe it was the night getting darker. Unknowingly, Ji Ling felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.
Before time travel, she often stayed up late reading books and watching TV shows, and she didn't feel anything wrong when she went to bed at twelve o'clock.
But this way, she would want to stay in bed for a while in the morning. In order to save time, over time, she put a set of cosmetics at the company. After getting up every morning, she just took the time to wash up, apply sunscreen and go out.
When I got to the company, I sat down and concentrated on applying an exquisite full make-up.
But after traveling to the Qing Dynasty, because there were no entertainment activities at night, Ji Ling often went to bed very early as long as Yin didn't come.
She is used to going to bed early, but when her biological clock reaches that point, she will become sleepy and will no longer be able to stay up late.
Yin finished reading a memorial sent by the governor of Hunan in his hand. He frowned and thought for a moment. Just as he was about to reach out and replace the memorial, he felt his shoulders sink.
I saw Ji's head tilted at some point, leaning on his left shoulder, slightly open, snoring, and looking like he was sleeping soundly.
Yin:……
Outside the inner room, Qixi quietly approached the door curtain without daring to lift it. She listened for a while with her ear pressed against the lake satin azure door curtain. She watched the night getting deeper and deeper, but there was no movement in the room.
He couldn't help but frown, and tiptoed back, with a soft voice, and asked Su Peisheng in a low voice: "Eunuch Su, do you want to go in and ask the master when he will be settled?".
Su Peisheng glanced at her with a half-smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "What? You can't hold your breath anymore?".
Qixi said with a sad face: "It's almost Yin time, and there's no movement from the master...".
Su Peisheng lowered his head and patted the dust on his sleeves. He lowered his voice and said unhurriedly: "No movement is good movement. You are still young. You will naturally understand in the future...just wait patiently!"
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He paused, then stretched out his hand and used a handkerchief to carefully wipe the mud on the upper surface of his boots. He glanced at Qixi, raised his finger and pointed to the inner room, and whispered: "The emperor and your master have something to say. It's okay to say it."
I want to be happy. How many ladies in the palace burn incense and worship Buddha, but they can’t even ask for it!”