The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

That night, Ji Yuan did not come.

It was rare for Xia Ling to have a leisurely sleep, but it was strange. When he was here, he was annoying. Now that JI yuan was not here, Xia Ling slept on the bed alone. She tossed and turned, but the bed was somewhat empty.

She did not sleep well the whole night. In the end, Xia Ling still hugged JI yuan's pillow and slept.

The Faint Ambergris entered her nose and accompanied her to a good night's sleep.

The next day, early spring called for her to wake up and eat.

Xia Ling got up and ate. After washing up, a palace servant came to Chunhua Palace to inform her.

The High Duke's wife came to the palace to visit and asked to see he guipin.

When she heard that mother Ling had come, Xia Ling's eyes lit up.

She welcomed her to the Palace Gate and looked at mother Ling following behind the palace maid not far away.

Xia Ling was a little excited when she saw the familiar figure from afar. In the palace, she did not even have anyone to talk to.

Xia Ling was in a much better mood now that she could talk to mother Ling.

Mother Ling said, "greetings, he guipin. "

Mother Ling looked at the young girl who was obviously well-raised.

She wore a jade-colored palace dress with lotus-colored immortal crane patterns embroidered on it. Layers upon layers of the palace dress didn't appear cumbersome at all, only giving off a soft and luxurious look.

There were probably no more than three such fine materials in the entire capital, and they were all used on the young girl in front of her.

"No need to be so courteous. Madam High Duke, quickly get up. " Xia Ling helped mother Ling Up.

The two of them exchanged pleasantries in front of the palace gates of Chunhua Palace. Xia Ling immediately led mother Ling into the main hall.

According to the palace rules, family visits like mother Ling's were only allowed for two hours. Xia Ling wanted to save time.

Once the two of them entered the main hall, early summer and early autumn tactfully stood guard outside the palace gates, leaving only early spring to wait on them inside the hall.

Sitting on the low couch by the window, mother Ling looked at the fruits and snacks on the table. They were all not available at this time of the year.

The bodhi fruits and small Buddha's hands were even more difficult to buy with thousands of gold coins. There was no market for them at all, and only a few could be seen in the palace. Seeing that the young girl was eating so well, it seemed like all of these were brought to Chunhua Palace for her to take as she pleased.

When she was outside the palace, Mother Ling had heard that Ling Wangxi was a tyrant in the palace and did not think that she could be a tyrant.

But now, when mother Ling saw that the treatment of the palace was comparable to that of the empress, she finally knew what a tyrant was... ...

This was not giving any other imperial concubines a way out.

Xia Ling asked, "mother, why are you here? "

Mother Ling came back to her senses. "The saint asked me to come. "

Her gaze fell on Xia Ling's stomach and mother Ling's expression relaxed a little. "Wangxi, I heard from the palace servants on the way that you are pregnant? "

Xia Ling: "Yes, the imperial physician diagnosed you yesterday. "

Mother Ling nodded and gave Chu Chun a look.

Chu Chun poured some tea and knew that the masters had something to say, so she immediately left.

There was finally no one else in the palace. Mother Ling sighed and no longer held it in her hands. She looked at Xia Ling with worry.

"Wangxi, seeing that you're so good, mother doesn't feel at ease. "

"It's not that I don't want you to be good, but I feel that everything you're doing now looks like a dream. My whole body is floating, and my heart is also clutching. I can't put it into practice at all. "

Looking at mother Ling, she knew the worries in her heart.

Across the small table, Xia Ling grabbed mother Ling's hand and smiled.

"Mother, look at my daughter now. Everyone in the palace and outside knows that the saint treats his daughter well. Yesterday, he diagnosed my slippery pulse. Today, the Saint was afraid that my daughter would be in a bad mood, so he called mother over, didn't he? "

"Look at this Harem. Other than my daughter, who else can receive such treatment? "

"You... " mother Ling sighed. "How can I not know how well the Saint Treats you? I heard that the luoshen diagram hanging in the minister's study was drawn in comparison to you. "