After transforming into An Lingrong, he became the King of Juan and was crowned the Sixth Palace.

Originally, there was no Zhen Huan in the palace, and An Lingrong took the initiative to avoid being favored.

In addition to staying with Concubine Hua, the Emperor also took advantage of the situation with the other concubines in the harem, so he no longer had to guard the vacant house.

Among them was the elderly Concubine Qi.

It's just that Concubine Qi's luck is really bad. Just a few days after she won the emperor's favor, her third elder brother fell ill.

It is said that he contracted a cold and took a cold shower, which made him fall ill all of a sudden.

No, Concubine Qi and Noble Fucha just came over from the elder brother's house. When they saw the third elder brother who was ill, his face was purple, his breathing was short, and he felt like he was in trouble.

When she saw the concubines playing and playing in the distance, she was so angry.

The wealthy and noble man observed his words and shouted, "Who is there?"

When Yin Guiren heard the voice, he felt panicked for no reason. He hurriedly put away the Overlord Whip and knelt down and said: "See you, Concubine Qi, noble Fucha."

The noble Fucha was very displeased, his hibiscus face looked as if it had been frosted, and he scolded: "Concubine Qi is worried about the third brother's illness and is in a bad mood, yet you are still here happily playing tops."

Concubine Qi's always gentle face was as cold as ice and she said: "She is completely heartless!"

Cui Guo persuaded her in a delicate voice: "Concubine Qi, please don't be angry. Yin Gui has always been on good terms with the Empress and does not associate with other concubines. She is known for her playful temperament. She insists on gloating here." For a moment, let her play with a spinning top and let her go. How long will it take for a villain to succeed?"

Yin Guiren hurriedly leaned down and said humbly: "Concubine Qi, please calm down. Concubine Qi, please calm down. I don't know that the third prince is seriously ill. I am just playing with the top here. I am not taking pleasure in others' misfortune!"

Noble Fucha sighed and said, "It's no wonder that Noble Yin is still in the palace. Even Mrs. Gaoming from outside came to the palace several times to visit. Noble Yin is really indifferent."

Concubine Qi became more and more angry and lost her former gentleness and calmness. She was shocked and angry: "I and the emperor are worried and upset about the third elder brother, but she doesn't care at all. She is still so happy here, which is simply heartbreaking. "

The noble Fucha took advantage of Concubine Qi's anger and simply stepped on the hand of the noble Yin.

The soles of the flowerpot-soled shoes worn by the concubine were made of tall paulownia wood. The texture was extremely solid, and she stepped on them with extra force.

Yin Guiren only felt heart-wrenching pain and tears fell down.

The noble Fucha shook his head and sneered: "I am shedding tears now. You know you are not the third elder brother who cares about Concubine Qi. How can he be inferior to livestock?"

Concubine Qi said disgustedly: "You like to put spinning tops in the imperial garden so much, so why don't I kneel here and think about it."

"Oh, I'm afraid it's going to rain."

The noble Fucha looked at the sky and suddenly smiled and said, "Your Majesty, for those who don't know how to advance or retreat, punish them by kneeling in the rain. If they get a good soaking in the rain, their heads will be clear."

Yin Guiren couldn't help it any longer, raised his head and said, "Fucha Guiren, you have also been punished by the rain. Why do you do to others what you don't want others to do to you?"

The rich and noble man's beaded head swayed with a dark light as cold as sharp light under the increasingly gloomy sky.

"This is how I am sober enough. So Yingui, you should also have a taste of this."

Concubine Qi's tone was cold and concise: "Then, just kneel here and wait for the heavy rain to wash away such a despicable and dirty heart like yours."

Concubine Qi left angrily and stepped on the back of Yin Guiren's injured hand. Her whole body almost slipped, but fortunately she was firmly held by the maids.

Concubine Qi looked at her with disgust and said, "If you put your hand in an inappropriate place, why don't you put it away?"

After saying that, Concubine Qi left worriedly.

Cuiguo and Fucha nobles held Concubine Qi's arms on the left and right as they moved forward.

Cui Guo smiled apologetically and said, "Concubine Qi, please don't be angry. Wind and cold are common. There are so many famous doctors in the palace, so please be at ease."

Concubine Qi was worried: "But the imperial doctor said that the third elder brother's wind-chill has been recurring and has turned into lung fever. He often has difficulty breathing and can be fatal if he is not careful. It is really worrying..."

Yin Guiren was kneeling there, and the palace maid hurriedly looked at her hand. The back of her hand had been stepped on by the solid bottom of the paulownia flower pot, leaving two deep purple and red blood marks.

Yin Guiren was so painful that he bit his lip, trying his best to endure it and not let the tears of humiliation fall.

She watched as the gloomy clouds became denser and denser, finally gathering into a rare pouring autumn rain.

Sweeping my thin body along with the fallen leaves in the autumn, I became a little bit of Qiuping floating in the heavy rain.

It was windy and rainy at night, and Yin Guiren was suffering from high fever. He couldn't bear the grievance anymore, so he ran out of the palace alone with an umbrella and rushed to Yongshou Palace.

During the stormy season, even the eunuchs hid in the veranda and refused to come out. Yin Guiren knocked on the corner door, finally alerting An Lingrong who lived inside.

Yin Guiren raised the back of his injured hand, finally no longer trying to hold it on.

She began to ask An Lingrong about her brother's health and when she would stop being bullied...

Jian Xia Dongchun finally figured it out.

An Lingrong's voice sounded particularly cold and hard in the howling wind and rain, and her eyes flashed with unknown meaning.

"Yin Guiren, if others despise you and trample on you, you must live a better life."

Yin Guiren cried sadly and helplessly, but An Lingrong calmed her mind with a few short words.

Yin Guiren tried her best to wipe away the tears on her face, but found that her tears had already been mixed with the rain, making her wet.

She was groggy, dragging her heavy legs, walking in the vast rain curtain.

The heavy rain whipped the earth like a huge rope, and the water droplets as hard as pebbles were splashed again and again.

Her body was scalding hot, but she felt like she had become a thin piece of paper. Letting the rain wash over her, she felt not only deeply cold, but also deeply cold.

The autumn water in the Forbidden City is so cold that it rushes down and rolls countless fallen leaves and flowers into the ditch together, drifting to nowhere.

She suddenly thought that if she died like this, her mother's family would be the only one in the world who would grieve for her.

So today, she should think more about herself. Holding An Lingrong's thigh and surviving does not seem to be a shameful thing.

When such thoughts finally crossed her mind, she had already walked back to the door of Yanxi Palace.

Two palace maids were guarding the door with umbrellas. When they saw her coming back in confusion, their faces finally looked a little more human.

She hurriedly went up to meet her and said in a tearful tone: "My little master, you have been in the rain for several hours during the day and have a high fever. Why are you still wet in the rain now? Where is your umbrella? Little master, please speak, don't scare me. Ah! Little Master!"

Yin Guiren listened to the palace maid's voice shouting in his ears. He couldn't bear it any longer, leaned back, and fainted in the pouring rain.

Yin Guiren's high fever subsided after three days.

When she woke up, a ray of bright sunshine, like a faint golden cream, shone slanting in from the long hollow window.

The sun shines through the light smoke and the flowing water of magpies climbing on the plum blossom pattern. Like a light curtain flowing slowly, the heavy scent of red sandalwood lingers in the air.

She sat on the bed in a daze, looking at the lush flowers and bamboos outside the window, and the warm sunshine. It was nothing more than a solidified desolate shadow, and the palace garden was covered in dust and the beauties were falling into dust.

Yanxi Palace has really been vacant for too long... The maid came in with the medicine and saw that she was awake. She burst into tears for joy: "My little master finally woke up."

Yin Guiren slightly opened his chapped lips: "You have worked hard these days, has anyone come to see me?"

The palace maid was a little embarrassed, but she still said: "Only Concubine Xin brought some things with the palace maid, and she also sat on your bedside for a while."

Yin Guiren smiled slightly: "In this palace, only Concubine Xin is interested, but she is also a pity person."

She thought about it, struggled to sit up, and stroked her hair, which was messy from sleep.

"You go and prepare some gifts in return. I have to go and thank Xin Bin in person, and then let Xiao Hua come in to help me dress up. I've been sick for the past few days and it must be very ugly."

The palace maid happily agreed and went out.

Under An Lingrong's guidance, Xia Dongchun, who looked away from Yin Guiren, began to pull Xin Bin's way and draw closer to each other.

Xin Bin was a straight-tempered person, and her relationship with Xia Dongchun got much better as she chatted with her.

She held Xinbin's hand and looked at the third elder brother together in his place, regardless of the previous grudges. She felt much better.

Lian Xinbin also praised: "She changed the color of her clothes and dressed up properly. She is really a beauty. She looks much more energetic."

Yin Guiren smiled and said: "Yes, I have always been miserable. From spring to summer, now it is autumn. I really feel that I have lost all my energy."

Yin Guiren then asked: "Is Third Brother still the same?"

Concubine Xin smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't it true? Concubine Qi's tears almost burst into tears over and over again."

Concubine Xin and Guiren Yin stood under the window, watching the imperial physician coming in and out of Third Brother's room, busy at work.

Several palace maids were standing in the corridor, drying the third elder brother's pillow and quilt.

Xin Bin shook her head and said: "It's just pity for such a good person to suffer so much from illness. I heard that Third Brother's cold turned into lung fever, and he almost lost his breath several times if he wasn't careful.

Yin Guiren did not answer, but silently watched the people inside busy, not knowing what they were thinking.

At the same time, Yongshou Palace.

An Lingrong, who got important information from Baoping, raised her eyebrows and fiddled with the reed in her hand, which was as light as catkins.

"Is the Emperor very concerned about this matter?"

Baoping said: "Of course, I heard that the emperor will go to the embroidery room every two days to see it in person and supervise the progress."

An Lingrong's smile slowly appeared on the corners of her lips, like a rose that suddenly bloomed, shining brightly in the dark night.

On this day, the emperor went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to check out the birthday gifts for the Queen Mother, and they were all exquisite.

The emperor was satisfied and said with approval: "Liang Duorui, you are quite attentive to your work."

Liang Duorui, the eunuch in charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, accompanied him personally, nodded and said: "The Wanshou Ruyi quilt given to the Queen Mother has been sewn for most of the time, but the phoenix feathers on it are not bright in color, and the embroiderers are having trouble. "

The emperor said casually: "If you want it to be bright and bright, or add more colors, or twist the gold thread, what's the difficulty?"

Liang Duorui looked troubled: "I embroidered it all and showed it to the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother said it was tacky and scolded it back."

The emperor scolded: "You are confused! You can't handle such a small thing. No wonder the Queen Mother is angry. Let me go and see. Why is the phoenix feather so difficult?"

Just as he was talking, the group of people had already moved under the long window of the embroidery room.

Liang Duorui was about to report that the emperor saw the embroiderers surrounding a woman through the long and hollow window. He felt a little curious, waved his hands to signal that no sound was allowed, and stood outside the window to watch.

The woman said softly: "The Queen Mother is used to seeing blooming flowers. In addition, this quilt is used to cover the body. It is too gorgeous and looks dazzling at night. Naturally, she doesn't like it and finds it even more tacky."

An embroiderer asked: "Then what do you think we should do?"

The woman's voice was as clear as a pearl: "The color doesn't have to be too bright. Just use eight strands of dark purple silk thread and twist a thin silver thread into one thread. This way, the color will be soft but not dull, and it will not be eye-catching in the sun." , and has a gentle luster under the candlelight.

"In this way, the color will be stable and elegant, so the Queen Mother will not have any objection if she comes."

After a moment, the woman said: "I have already embroidered a feather. Take a look. Is this okay?"

Before she finished speaking, the emperor had already stepped in and said with a smile: "Then I can also take a look?"

Everyone was startled when they heard the emperor's voice, and hurriedly said: "May the emperor be blessed with peace and prosperity."

The emperor smiled and said: "Where did such a sensitive embroiderer come from? I also want to see what new look she has embroidered and everyone listens to her?"

Everyone hurriedly gave way and the woman stood in the middle of the crowd.

Because everyone was wearing dark purple palace maid costumes, she was wearing a light moon-white lake crepe jacket, only embroidered with a few sparse epiphyllums in full bloom with sapphire blue and silver thread.

For a moment, it looked particularly fresh and eye-catching among everyone, just like the dark clusters of petals were nothing special, but the stamens were particularly pleasant.

When the emperor took a closer look, the woman lowered her head and couldn't see her face clearly, but the clouds on her temples looked like light smoke and dense fog. They were all made of flying gold and clever pearls with silver inlays of emerald plum blossoms.

Only a little amethyst tassel hangs down between the eyebrows, like a hibiscus curling on the waves. It seems to be dressed up casually, but there is a purpose in everything.

The emperor's inner admiration was even greater: "Your voice sounds very familiar to me..."

The woman raised her face, her pink face was slightly dizzy, and she was shy and timid: "My concubine is showing off, which makes the emperor laugh."

The emperor couldn't help but smile: "Concubine An, it's you."

He looked at the phoenix feather she had just finished embroidering. As expected, the color scheme was calm yet warm and gorgeous.

"When I saw the phoenix feathers you embroidered, not only did the Queen Mother have no objections, I was already in awe of it. How did you come up with it?"

An Lingrong's gentle smile was like a newly blooming flower.

"I remembered the rosewood inlaid tourmaline beads that the Queen Mother often held in her hands, so I matched them with this color. If it wasn't the Queen Mother's favorite, I doubt she would keep them with her often."

"Everyone sees it, but you are the most thoughtful."

The tenderness and approval in the emperor's eyes became more and more intertwined. He came closer and asked, "How come I didn't know you had such thoughts before?"

An Lingrong smiled charmingly: "Thoughts are hidden in the heart and cannot be easily seen."

"It's a coincidence that I saw them all today."

The emperor lowered his gaze slightly and said with a smile, "Why are you embroidered with night-flowers on your body?"

An Lingrong Yingying said: "Because it is a fleeting flower, it will fade after blooming. I wanted to keep it longer, so I embroidered it on my body."