Xia Ling was really traumatized by the matter of grinding ink.
She walked over, rolled up her sleeves, and began to grind ink again... ...
She had used up too much of her energy previously. In a short while, her wrist had become sore.
"Go to the side and rest. "
Ji Yuan did not raise his head, but said.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. " Xia Ling was immediately relieved.
She walked to the side and rested on a low couch by the window.
Ji Yuan said, "little Deng, come. "
Outside the minister's study, a palace servant came in through the door.
He helped Ji Yuan Grind the ink while Xia Ling leaned on the low couch. Not long after, she could feel Ji Yuan's gaze on her.
She stayed in the study room for the whole afternoon.
Ji Yuan looked at her many times before the sky turned dark.
Outside the study room, a lantern was held in his hand.
Ji Yuan put down his brush.
"My beloved concubine, come and take a look. " He looked at the painting in front of him with satisfaction.
Ji Yuan held up the painting scroll. This painting of Luoshen was especially vivid to JI yuan.
Graceful as a graceful beauty, graceful as a swimming dragon.
Luoshen was gentle and graceful, but she didn't lose her dignity. Her eyes were like water and stars, and her bright eyes were kind.
...
But the important thing was that the luoshen in Ji Yuan's painting was 70-80% similar to ling WANGXI's.
Anyone who knew Ling Wangxi could recognize this painting at a glance.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! " Xia Ling's eyes flashed, and she was blessed again.
She also liked this painting very much. She would take that one back to embroider her purse. If she took this one back, she would hang this painting in the most conspicuous place in the Chunhua Palace.
Ji Yuan was an excellent painter, so he didn't paint easily.
Xia Ling must let everyone in the palace know that she was so favored... ...
She reached out her hand, wanting to take the painting from Ji Yuan.
However, Ji Yuan blew on the painting, dried the ink marks, and glanced at her.
"Who said this painting is for you? "
Xia Ling: "If this painting isn't for me, who else can it be for? "
Ji Yuan: "Little Deng, take this painting and frame it. Find a place to hang it, and hang it in this minister's study. "
Little Deng came in from outside the door, took the painting with both hands, and left.
Xia Ling:"... Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to hang it in the study room."
Ji Yuan: "I thought that this painting was very pleasing to my heart and was very natural. I should hang it in the study room and let all the courtiers in and out see my painting skills. What do you think is inappropriate? "
Inappropriate, very inappropriate.
It was a painting of her, which was even more inappropriate!
But looking at Ji Yuan's appearance, he had already made up his mind.
Xia Ling: "His Majesty has already made up his mind. If this painting is hung here, it will naturally be ten thousand times more appropriate. "
She was already sitting in the position of the number one favored concubine. If this show of affection was not showy, she would be a thorn in the eyes of Prime Minister Xie and General Jiang.
Looking at it from another perspective, the luoshen painting was hung here. It was not bad to anger Prime Minister Xie and General Jiang to death.
*
Xia Ling stayed in the Yangxin Palace Hall for a day.
When she returned to the palace at night, Ji Yuan followed her again before she had even settled down for a long time.
The two of them hugged each other and slept for a night without any erotic scenes.
The imperial physician said that Xia Ling must take care of her body and that she must not let herself go too far.
Ji Yuan controlled himself and did not touch Xia ling either.
*
Half a month passed just like that.
The News of Xia Ling's exclusive love for the Harem quickly spread throughout the imperial court and the public.
Prime Minister Xie wrote a memorial and impeached Duke Ling.
Duke Ling sincerely repented and the matter turned over a page.
After that, Prime Minister Xie still wanted to find trouble with the Duke Ling's public house, but after all sorts of attempts, he could only give up.
Since when had the Duke Ling's public house been controlled like an iron bucket.
Prime Minister Xie wanted to arrange for people to enter and fan the flames, so that they could not even enter the Ling Public House.
*
Half a month later, Xia Ling was promoted by an imperial edict.