The world is heavy and late

Chapter 212 Ji Ling ([-])

Looking at Xiang Cang's indifferent back, Ji Ling bit her lower lip hard with her teeth, her complexion pale.

She lay on the bed and stared at the curtain above until her eyes were sore but she was no longer sleepy, her heart was in a mess but she couldn't make up her mind.

Her life seemed to be like this all the time. When she was a child, she thought she would be fine when she grew up. Before entering the palace, she thought that she would be fine after entering the palace. Now she only thinks that it would be better if she died.

Xia Qing came much earlier than Ji Ling thought, and the long-term cranky thinking couldn't withstand the effect of the medicine, she finally fell asleep, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Xia Qing sitting beside the bed.

Xia Qing was playing with the little gourd in her hand. In fact, she liked Ping Anfu more, but that Ping Anfu looked so fragile that she could only cherish it and cherish it again. He didn't leave either.

"Are you awake? Want some water?"

Ji Ling felt her throat was dry and hot, but she didn't know how to speak for a while, she knew that Xia Qing might already know everything, she had never dared to underestimate Xia Qing, why is she still so indifferent now.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Xia Qing went straight to the tea table, touched it and said, "Have someone bring a pot of hot water, and the little maid on duty today will carry the lamp at night."

Ji Ling heard Qiao Huan's voice outside, her eyes hurt a little, and finally couldn't help but turned to Xia Qing, Xia Qing still came over with a glass of water.

He reached out to help her up, and fed her with a cup of water. Ji Ling froze. She couldn't accept others approaching very well. Xia Qing naturally felt it, but she took a look and said calmly: "I need you." feed you?"

Ji Ling didn't speak, and reached out to take the teacup in Xia Qing's hand. Even at this point, Ji Ling's demeanor and posture all contained inner beauty. A familiar shadow.

In the past, Xia Qing was just wondering why Ji Ling entered the palace. After all, even if he was not a wealthy nobleman, he should be a heir to a family of poems and books.

But she didn't ask too much, and she didn't care too much. She always made friends only to see if she could talk.

Xia Qing watched Ji Ling drink the water, took the cup in his hand and smiled, "You are lucky, since I entered the palace, I have never served tea and water to anyone except the empress."

After delivering the meal, Xia Qing laughed. Fortunately, the people around her looked better than her.

Ji Ling looked at Xia Qing, who was talking and laughing, and suddenly the heat in her eyes couldn't help it. It was the first time she shed tears in the palace. She didn't know whether it was more grievance, guilt or regret. She stretched out her hand He covered his cheek with a handkerchief, as if he was ashamed to be seen.

Xia Qing sighed: "Is it something you put in the pastry?"

Ji Ling wiped away the tears on his face, like a walking corpse, his voice was still soft, but his tone had a withered taste no matter what.

"Yes."

The two looked at each other speechlessly, and Xia Qing said after a long time: "I don't like the way you ask for help. You know my temperament, so you should just speak up."

Ji Ling turned her head in a huff, looked at Xia Qing, Xia Qing also looked at her seriously, and said slowly, "I thought that in our relationship, we should not use this kind of careful probing method, it would be too hurtful. Mutual affection, besides, friends should pull each other, or you didn't want to treat us as friends at all."

Ji Ling couldn't help tears from the corners of her eyes again, her eyes widened and she let the tears slide down her face, but this time she didn't reach out for the handkerchief to wipe it away.

Xia Qing didn't reach out to help her wipe the tears off her face. She watched Ji Ling open and close her mouth quietly, as if losing her voice.

"who are you?"

After a long time, Xia Qing asked.

"I'm Ji Ling, and my surname is Gongyi."

Xia Qing's brain trembled, his pupils shrank, and he felt thunder and explosions in his ears, which seemed to be roaring in the clear sky, and there was a long silence, but Xia Qing was speechless instead.

She opened her mouth several times, but finally she only asked: "Who are you, the former Sikong Gongyi?"

"Great-grandfather."

Xia Qing is a little confused. The granddaughter of the former important minister secretly ran into the palace to become a palace maid. Why is this plot becoming more and more familiar? Could it be that she and the emperor should have a deep sadomasochistic relationship, and then because of the hatred of destroying the family, the family, the country, and the sea of ​​blood? The reasons for the chaos had to be separated, and finally turned into a plot of her running away from him?

The way Xia Qing looked at Ji Ling suddenly changed: "You, you want to rebel? Or do you want to restore the former dynasty? You don't like the emperor, do you?"

The most important thing is, what does this plot have to do with her? Why did she have anything to do with the restoration of the previous dynasty?Is it really okay to enter the palace without a political review?

Her scalp went numb all of a sudden, she couldn't remember being hurt by a friend, her mind was full of bloody plots and whether a war was about to happen.

Xia Qing was really afraid of the flames of war. Even if she had all kinds of thoughts, if the current situation was turbulent, what would happen to a person like her who couldn't hold a knife, and Xu Zhong didn't seem to be able to fight against a hundred.

In just a short moment, Ji Ling in Xia Qing's mind played all roles from romance heroine to career queen.

Ji Ling seemed bewildered by the question, she looked up at Xia Qing incredulously, then shook her head and said, "No, the previous dynasty had already destroyed the country, and the Great Ancestor killed the grass and roots, so how can we restore the country."

"My great-grandfather was punished by the late emperor, how can I please His Majesty."

Xia Qing: ...Although he breathed a sigh of relief, he seemed to be at a disadvantage for no reason. I'm really upset.

Ji Ling knew that Xia Qing had committed the problem of wild thinking again, and his thoughts were all kinds of strange, always unexpected.

But strangely, after Xia Qing asked this sentence, the atmosphere in the room became less stagnant, as if the surrounding air began to circulate slowly.

Xia Qing was stupid, but he didn't want to admit it at all: "Then why did you do this? Your great-grandfather must have long since passed away. Although the Gongyi clan is no longer the aristocratic family of the past, the accumulation of hundreds of years can keep you safe and blend in." What are you doing in these things?"

Ji Ling was a little silent again, looking unconsciously at the towel in her hand. She is an eighth-rank rare envoy, and the material she uses is already very good, but it is still not as good as the one she uses at home. At home..., that's true. Is it her home?

Ji Ling unconsciously clenched the handkerchief in his hand, his knuckles were clean and his veins were obvious, making it difficult to speak.

Xia Qing was not so tense because of the thought deviation just now, she reached out to get herself a cup of tea, and then said slowly:

"Since you have asked for help, there is nothing else you can't say."

"How do you think I'm calling for help?"

Xia Qing put down the teacup and looked at Ji Ling with clear eyes: "You don't need to drug me, isn't it just to let me know?"

Ji Ling seemed helpless and smiled bitterly: "I didn't know what I was thinking at the time, but I was a little desperate. Now after hearing what you said, I realized that it was no different from asking for help."

Xia Qing sighed, it was impossible not to get hurt, not to mention why Ji Ling took the medicine, and whether what she did was in line with her status as a friend.

Just because of the meaning she gave, she would rather tell Ji Ling directly about any difficulties she has. She is a mountain of swords and fire, and she is willing to go there for the sake of her friends. She underestimated Xia Qing.

"What did you give the empress? Why can't the imperial doctor see it? Do you have any worries?"

Ji Ling shook her head, at this point there is really no need to hide anything: "No need, it's just something that makes people sleep badly. If you can't sleep well, you will naturally look bad and tired. The empress was punished to kneel in the snow when she entered the palace early. You also hurt your body when you jumped into the lake, adding some cold things will make you feel uncomfortable for several days."

Xia Qing nodded, it wasn't sick, the imperial doctor naturally couldn't tell.

"Then why did you do that?"

　Dragon Boat Festival Ankang, I slept late in the morning, and now I start coding.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)