Chapter 853 Except Me, Everyone Is Reborn (43)

This night, Ji Yuan did not come.

It's rare for Xia Ling to sleep peacefully, but it's also strange, he finds him annoying when he's around, but now that Ji Yuan is away, Xia Ling sleeps on the bed alone, tossing and turning, but the bed is a bit empty.

He didn't sleep well all night, Xia Ling finally slept with Ji Yuan's pillow in his arms.

The faint ambergris poured into her nostrils, accompanying her to sleep peacefully at night.

The next day, Chuchun called her to get up and eat.

Xia Ling got up, had a meal, and only a while after washing, the palace servants came to Chunhua Palace to pass.

The Duke's wife came to visit the palace and asked to see the noble concubine He.

Xia Ling's eyes lit up when he heard Ling's mother coming.

She greeted her in front of the palace gate, and watched Mother Ling following behind the palace maid not far away.

Seeing that familiar figure from afar, Xia Ling was a little excited. In the palace, she didn't even have anyone who could talk.

Being able to chat with Mother Ling made Xia Ling feel much better.

Mother Ling: "I've seen Concubine He Gui."

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

She was wearing a jade-colored palace skirt with lotus-colored crane patterns embroidered on it. The layered palace skirts did not look cumbersome at all, but only made people look soft and luxurious.

With such good material, there may not be more than three horses in the entire capital, and they are all used on the girl in front of me.

"You don't need to be too polite, Mrs. Guo, get up quickly." Xia Ling supported Mother Ling.

The two greeted each other in front of the gate of Chunhua Palace, and Xia Ling immediately led Mother Ling into the main hall.

According to the palace rules, visiting relatives like Ling's mother can only be done for one hour, and Xia Ling wants to save time.

As soon as the two entered the main hall, Chu Xia and Chu Qiu tactfully guarded outside the gate of the hall, leaving only Chu Chun to serve inside the hall.

Sitting on the low couch by the window, Ling's mother looked at the fruits and snacks on the table, which were not available in this season.

The bodhi fruit and the small bergamot are even more difficult to buy, there is no market at all, and they can only be seen in the palace. Seeing that the girl is so rich in food, it seems that these are all brought to the Chunhua Palace, and she can take whatever she wants.

When she was outside the palace, Ling's mother heard that Ling Wangxi was domineering in the palace, but she didn't think she could be so domineering.

But now, Mother Ling sees Chunhua Palace being treated like a queen, she finally knows what domineering is...

This is completely not giving other concubines a way out.

Xia Ling: "Mom, why are you here?"

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

His eyes fell on Xia Ling's stomach, and Mother Ling's expression became more relaxed, "Wangxi, I heard from the palace people on the way, are you happy?"

Xia Ling: "Well, it was diagnosed by the imperial physician yesterday."

Mother Ling nodded and gave Chuchun a look.

Chuchun poured tea, knowing that the masters had something to say, and immediately retreated.

Finally, there was no one else in the palace, Mother Ling sighed, and stopped holding it, looking at Xia Ling worriedly.

"Wangxi, seeing how good you are, my mother always feels uneasy."

"I'm not wishing you bad, but I feel that everything about you is like a dream. My whole body is floating, and my heart is also tormented. I don't know where to go at all."

Looking at Mother Ling, I knew her worries.

Across the small table, Xia Ling held Mother Ling's hand and smiled.

"Mother, look at my daughter now, inside and outside the palace, who doesn't know that the sage is good to her daughter? Yesterday, he was diagnosed with slippery pulse. Today, the sage was afraid that his daughter would be in a bad mood, so he called her mother?"

"Look at this harem, except for the daughter, who can have this kind of treatment?"

"You..." Mother Ling sighed, "I don't know how good the saint is to you. I heard that the pictures of Luoshen hanging in Shang's study are all drawn after you."

Pure hand, tortoise speed. A thousand words have been written so far. It's two thousand words short, and I'll make up for you at noon tomorrow.