In fact, last year's Dragon Boat Festival, he also had a shocking experience. On that evening, while he was still in Yangxin Hall, a eunuch came to quietly deliver the funeral news.
Prince Yun, the deposed prince of the previous dynasty, Yin's half-brother, and the legitimate son of Kangxi's Queen Hesheli, died quietly in the twilight of Xian'an Palace in the Forbidden City on the Dragon Boat Festival in the second year of Yongzheng's reign.
The deposed prince experienced ups and downs of honor and disgrace in his life, but finally ended up dying in the forbidden palace. He did not close his eyes until he died, looking straight in the direction of Qianqing Palace.
And beside him, there was only an old eunuch who had served him all his life and was weeping on his knees.
When Yin thought about these things last year, he felt that the days really passed quickly. Year after year... it seemed long, but half of it passed in the blink of an eye.
He put back his thoughts, patted the back of Ji Ling's hand with a smile, and asked her Wen Yan: "What, you also want to play the game of shooting rice dumplings with a golden bow?".
Ji Ling loosened his sleeves and said with a smile: "That's not the case, it's just that I heard from Bixue that the Dragon Boat Festival in the palace was very lively in previous years, so I asked."
"Oh?" Yin narrowed his eyes with interest and said to Ji Ling: "The slave in your courtyard is still telling you this?"
Bixue seemed to feel uncomfortable hearing these words, her heart pounded, and she quickly knelt down in a panic: "Your Majesty, forgive me! It's a slave who has overstepped the bounds! I'm talking too much!".
Ji Ling didn't think anything was wrong at first, but when she saw Bixue kneeling like this, she became inexplicably nervous, so she stood up and protected Bixue and said: "Your Majesty, it's all my fault! It's me who insists on asking Bixue, is she being taken care of by me? I just said it because I couldn’t help it!”
Yin stretched out his hand and pressed Ji Ling to sit down.
He just asked casually and didn't take it seriously. At this time, he took a chopstick of rice wine stewed deer tendons from the plate in front of him and put it into his mouth.
The deer tendon is made from sika deer tendon, served with white radish, cabbage, wolfberry, pheasant, and old chicken soup.
Deer tendon is very elastic, and after being simmered with radish in a large earthen pot for three hours, it tastes fresh without any fishy smell.
The soup is stewed with pheasants and old hens. The old hen soup is warm and tonic, while the pheasant soup is delicious. It also contains mushrooms, calamus leaves, and wolfberries. It is not greasy or fat, and has a unique game flavor.
When Yin was still Prince Yong, every time Mulan came back from the paddock, the guards would take the game he had caught and immediately send it to the dining room of the Prince's Mansion to make this dish.
Now that he has ascended the throne and become the emperor, the person in the palace who is best at making this dish is not in the imperial dining room of Yangxin Palace, but in the dining room of Jingyun Gate.
This dish is also brought from Jingyunmen Kitchen.
There are also rice wine-drunk lake shrimps, golden silk Huairou chestnuts, etc. on the dining table.
Because the nobles of Jingyang Palace love sweets, the snacks served by Xiaojing in Jingyunmen Kitchen include tea and food cut with a knife, almonds with bergamot, a box of fried crispy apples, double plates of Italian cakes, and sweet potatoes in gold-painted boxes. Eight kinds of preserved fruits are snacks.
Ji Ling is a little confused. She still doesn't know where the Jingyunmen Dining Room is! How could someone know her taste so clearly?
Bixue was still kneeling. Ji Ling looked at Yin's face and gestured to her, urging: "Get up."
When Bixue thought about it, she realized that her hands and feet were sore.
Qixi greeted Xiao Fenzi, came up and half-supported, half-hugged the person to the ground, forcefully pulling her up.
After dinner, Yin and Ji Ling went to the back room.
The fourth master had just entered and sat down at the dining table, so Ji Ling didn't pay attention. At this time, he was standing tall, and Ji Ling caught a glimpse of the dark blue pouch that he made with his own hands.
It's hanging precariously around Yin's waist...
He actually didn't mind it and even hung the purse on his body!
Ji Ling was touched and a little bit embarrassed. She had known that the emperor would value her purse, so she specially picked it out and hung it on her body. Even if she stayed up for several long nights, she must make this purse more exquisite!
This is great! This purse with such poor sewing skills is hanging on Yin's body, it is like a walking sign...
When she was embroidering the crescent moon, she refused to let her servants help, and allowed Qixi to thread the silver thread for her.
Qixi squinted while threading the thread and laughed.
Ji Ling still remembered that after she finished embroidering the moon, she happily called Qixi and Bixue to come in and take a look.
When the two girls lifted the curtain and came in, Qixi thought she was embroidering a sickle, the kind used by folk for farm work.
Bixue's imagination was closer to the Dragon Boat Festival theme and a little richer. She thought that her master was embroidering rice dumplings in the shape of horns.
The two also argued for a few words.
Ji Ling wanted to flip the table over at that time, but stopped!
In the end, she spent an hour tinkering with stitches under the gauze lamp, and finally embroidered the moon by herself.
"I pricked my hands trying to embroider this purse!" Her eyebrows and eyes wrinkled together, and she raised her hand and stretched it out in front of Yin to show him, with a coquettish tone.
Yin actually held her hand and looked carefully under the gauze lamp: "Where is it?".
Ji Ling retracted his hand, took a look, and said: "The emperor came too late, the wounds have healed!".
Yin also laughed, picked up the purse and showed it to her, deliberately teasing her: "Did you really do this yourself? It doesn't look like it to me!".
As soon as Ji Ling heard the words, she almost jumped up: "Why doesn't it look like this! I've stayed up for several late nights. Your Majesty, look, the outer corner of my left eye is still red!".
As she spoke, she opened her left eye and moved pitifully in front of Yin to prove it to him.
Yin could see clearly under the lamp, and saw that there were indeed a few bloodshot eyes in the corners of her eyes, but they were not serious. How could they be as exaggerated as she said, "red and red"?
He hugged her smoothly, like holding a big baby, and lifted her whole body into his arms. He lowered his head again, kissed her forehead gently, and said warmly: "I understand what you mean.
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Ji Ling's face became happy, she no longer covered her eyes with her hands, she sat close to Yin and stopped making a sound.
Yin stretched out his hand and rubbed her chin with his thumb, and gently rubbed Ji Ling's skin with his jade finger. After a while, her chin became more and more rounded. If you look closely, you almost have a double chin!
Ji Ling also looked at him, and suddenly put the entire weight of his chin on Yin's palm.
They talked tenderly under the lamp for a long time. Seeing Ji Ling yawning again and again, Yin called his servant to bring in hot water.
The two of them washed up and rested. It was already getting late. Since the Dragon Boat Festival was approaching and the affairs of the previous dynasty had recently come to an end, it was rare for Yin not to bring a book to read.
Qixi gently lowered the curtain, bowed her knees and exited, closing the door to the back room.
In the darkness, Ji Ling suddenly smiled.
Yin originally closed his eyes and was about to go to sleep. When he heard her voice, he opened his eyes and turned to look at her. He saw half of her head huddled in the bed, looking mischievous and not knowing what she was laughing at.
Yinhan asked her with a smile: "Why are you laughing?".
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his arms, hugged her, patted her back, and scolded her like a baby: "Sleep well!".