The others also agreed.
Jiang Ling had no choice but to agree.
After all, she was not married yet, and there were differences between men and women. Jiang Lianshan and his companions could not stay for long, so they sat with her for a while and then left the palace.
Meng Wanjie and Tao Yi got Feng Yu's consent and accompanied her for lunch before leaving the palace, allowing her to have a good rest.
Jiang Ling lay on the bed, staring at the curtains in a daze.
She called Fox a few more times, but still no one answered. Jiang Ling couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Zizhen, help me go out for a walk."
She hadn't left the house since she woke up, and hadn't had a good look at the palace.
Jiang Ling's black hair was loose, only half of it was tied up with a jade hairpin. She wore a cloak with a rabbit fur collar that Meng Wanjie had sewn for her. Most of her black hair was casually loose. She had no makeup on, but it set off her bright and beautiful face.
As soon as she walked out of the palace, she saw many trees planted in the courtyard and asked what kind of trees they were.
Zizhen handed her a hot water bottle and said with a smile, "It's a hibiscus flower. This palace is called the Frost-Rejecting Pavilion."
Jushuang is an elegant name for hibiscus, and it sounds nice.
Jiang Ling walked down the stairs and took two steps, wanting to look back at the palace. When he turned around, he saw two wooden plaques hanging on both sides of the palace door.
She couldn't help but hum aloud: "I always wear it on my pillow when I sleep, and I'm afraid it will be soft when I'm drunk in the wind."①
Jiang Ling smiled lightly and said, "What a beautiful poem."
She heard footsteps behind her and turned to look. She saw Zhou Jing'an standing at the palace gate, wearing a dark fox fur cloak. He was tall and slender, looking at her gently.
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① From Wang Jian's "Reply to Furong Guanzi Tang" in the Tang Dynasty:
Like a lotus leaf, it first opens to reflect the quiet water. Though it has been made by a child, it cannot be compared to an old man's.
I often wear it on my pillow when I sleep, and I am afraid it will be soft when I am drunk in the wind.
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