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

Soon, An Lingrong learned the news that Zhen Huan had returned to the palace.

That night, she ordered Baoping to disguise herself and wander around as a new palace maid, and asked Baoping to pretend to get acquainted with Huanbi the next day.

Baoping quickly won Huanbi's trust through sugar-coated bullets and her clever looks from time to time.

Then, a few days later, when An Lingrong was sleeping, she mentioned Zhen Huan's dark history in front of the emperor.

With this statement, the emperor's heart, which should have spared Zhen Huan, became as solid as a rock again.

Seeing that the plan was completed, An Lingrong smiled and waited for Huanbi to start performing.

Early morning, Broken Yuxuan.

Huanbi squeezed out her tears, ran into Suiyuxuan crying, knocked on the door, and said to Zhen Huan: "Miss, master, master, master, he's gone!"

This surprise is really no small matter.

Before Zhen Huan could process these words in her mind, she felt a muffled thunder explode in her mind, and she fainted completely.

After a long time, she didn't know how long it took, she woke up slowly, opened her eyes and looked at the cold starlight outside the window. The faint white light of the stars was so cold that it penetrated to the bottom of her heart.

Her father died like this?

Huanbi stood beside her bed and sobbed: "I heard that when the master was dying, only his wife and second sister were left in front of the bed."

Zhen Huan's hot tears flowed down her skin and she felt a stinging sensation. Her soul had already flown to her old boudoir.

She only heard her own voice asking hollowly: "How could this happen? My father has always been in good health. Besides, he has so many relatives in the house. Are they all dead?"

Huanbi stiffened when she heard this. She had forgotten how to lie to Zhen Huan about this matter.

Fortunately, Zhen Huan did not pursue this issue.

After all, Huanbi is also her father's daughter, so there is no need to joke with her about this kind of thing.

As a result, Zhen Huan was so heartbroken at this moment that she didn't notice anything strange about Huan Bi.

After a while, Zhen Huan opened her eyes and let her tears cover her eyes.

"What kind of illness did my father have? That made him die so fast?"

Huanbi said: "The person who reported the news said that he was not well since last autumn. He had blood in his phlegm intermittently. When I woke up this morning, a mouthful of phlegm came up and blocked my throat. He passed away before he could call the doctor."

Zhen Huan struggled to get up, threw herself outside the door, and cried: "Huanbi, I want to see my father, see my father one last time!"

Huanbi hurriedly grabbed her and said: "Little master, little master, don't be so sad. It's not that we can't get out. It's not that we won't be able to get out for the rest of our lives!"

Hot tears burst out, as if they were going to blind the eyes.

She was trapped here, like a nightingale that lost its cry, a bird that had its wings broken, and was trapped here for life.

Even when she was in the most embarrassing and painful time, she had never hated it so much. She hated that she was in Suiyuxuan and would not be free for the rest of her life.

She was exhausted from crying, and fell down by the door. The cold moss under the wall was almost touching her face, and the wet and cold moss melted with her tears.

"The old man passed away like this, and I...I couldn't even see him for the last time, and I couldn't even kowtow to him."

Zhen Huan's heart trembled, she leaned back and almost fainted.

Huanbi hurriedly supported her, hugged her body and said: "My lord, my lord, please take care of yourself. If you get hurt again, our house will really have no hope at all."

Zhen Huan pressed her head against the cold mud to cool her mind.

"Hope?"

She laughed at herself and cried, "Is there still hope?"

That night, she could hardly sleep.

The originally slightly cool weather was wrapped up by the sudden cold wind and rain, which made her body hot and cold, just like her heart being fried by boiling oil and ice chips.

After two nights of tossing and turning like this, she felt extremely tired, but she couldn't sleep.

The rain outside was falling endlessly, as if it was shedding tears for her.

Finally, while staring in confusion, she was so tired that she closed her eyes.

She was woken up by herself from her drowsy sleep, sweating profusely, leaning against the wall where powder was falling, gasping for air.

Huanbi wiped it for her uneasily, but did not dare to alert others, so she could only whisper: "My lord, my lord, are you having a nightmare?"

Zhen Huan held Huanbi's hand tightly and said hoarsely: "It's not a nightmare, but it's my nightmare that I should wake up from."

Enough is enough, really enough is enough!

Zhen Huan cheered up and said to Huanbi, "Did you keep more of the paper money before?"

She had always known that in the past, Huanbi had the habit of secretly burning paper money in the palace every year in order to save her biological mother from poverty.

So after Zhen Huan thought about it clearly, she immediately asked Huanbi if she had any paper money so that she could burn some for her father.

Huanbi held her hand knowingly, nodded understandingly, and said: "Don't worry, little master, I have asked someone to bring the news to Concubine An and Concubine Hui. I believe it won't be long before the two concubines will be together." You can bring the best paper money to the palace and use it for us."

Zhen Huan closed her eyes, exhaled a breath, and said: "That's it, in the end, we still have to count on Lingrong and Sister Mei..."

Hearing this, Huanbi smiled awkwardly, clenched her fists, and looked at Zhen Huan without saying a word.

At first, she had no intention of deceiving such a sad young lady.

But when she thought that Zhen Huan had never cared about her or protected her after she lost her mother, it made Huanbi feel a little happy.

Right now, she just needs to continue to follow the instructions of the new palace maid, deceive Zhen Huan properly, and act out a play with her...

When the time comes, the emperor, status, and father will all belong to her Huanbi, not Zhen Huan.

It has been raining in Bauhinia City for several days, which makes it feel more refreshing and cool.

The queen was sitting in the warm pavilion in the palace, looking at the newly bloomed bowls of lotus flowers in the large celadon vat in the corridor. They were full and delicate, one next to another. Their pink color was like peach blossoms in the rain, and they were full of flowers.

The queen admired the bowl of lotus and teased a colorful feathered parrot on the copper wire stand beside her, and asked: "The emperor really asked Mr. Qi to move into Yikun Palace alone?"

Fang Dong straightened up and said respectfully: "Isn't that right? Now that Mr. Qi has gained the emperor's favor, he is acting more and more recklessly!"

The queen took a jade hairpin and teased the parrot with a smile: "What do you think this palace should do?" "The queen is the master of the harem. It stands to reason that Mr. Qi will get a new residence and become the owner of that place." Your Majesty, you should come here every day to honor the Queen and listen to her teachings."

Fang Dong smiled apologetically and looked up at the queen's face.

Seeing that Fangdong still didn't understand people's hearts and calculations, the smiling queen suddenly stopped moving.

If Jianqiu was not executed by the emperor because of the third elder brother, why would she train new people?

Therefore, the queen just gave her a cold look, and then her face became calm and gentle again.

"Ever since the Queen Mother and I felt that the harem was unlucky and recruited some new favorites, the emperor's new favorites have been trying their best to dominate the emperor. It is a good thing for noble Qi to be favored and to be favored by the emperor. I will go and blame this. What to do? As long as the emperor doesn't dote on those young and charming people, that's all."

She raised her eyebrows slightly, touched her thin white jade wrist, and sneered: "As long as Mr. Qi is lucky enough to give birth to a prince, then the child in Mr. Chun's belly will not be healthy even if he is born, and I will have no chance. Raised..."

Fang Dong said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, the Holy Ming."

The queen smiled politely and said: "I am not a saint, but Concubine Qi's third elder brother is like a hot potato. How can I interfere? It is better to be a quiet and virtuous queen and let them be jealous." "

Fang Dong took the white jade lotus hairpin from the Queen's hand, straightened it on the plump Baoyue bun for the Queen, and said with a smile: "I understand, this slave."

The queen smiled lightly: "You just said that the nobleman's father Zhen Yuandao is dead?"

Fang Dong said hurriedly: "Yes, the news we just got is a bit unlucky and not considered an important person, so the news was delivered a little slowly."

The queen said "Oh", held her temples like cicada wings, and said softly: "Although it is a little slow, it is an important matter in the end. It is also a pity for the nobles. First, he was imprisoned in Shai Yuxuan, and his father went there again. You Find a way to ask someone to send her some paper money and tools, and let her burn some for her father to do her best."

Fang Dong was startled: "But the palace regulations strictly stipulate that these things are not allowed to be burned in the palace..."

The queen smiled gently and plucked the parrot's bright red beak.

"Gong rules are palace rules. It's difficult for her to maintain her filial piety in the cold palace. You should handle it properly."

This night, the moon was setting and the crow was crowing, which coincided with the Ghost Festival on July 15th and the seventh day of Zhen Huan's father's life.

The sun sets before it gets dark, and the setting sun has a sad blood-red color, as if someone poured a whole bucket of blood into the sky and let it overflow and slide down.

Gradually, the sky became dark, and the blood became dried blood stains, sticking to the horizon in black and red.

The trees in the palace are lush and lush, and countless palace crows are flying with black feathers.

Like dark clouds covering the moonlight, swirling in the sky, reflecting the dim sky, as if blending into the endless darkness.

Only ah." The mournful cries scattered far away layer by layer, throbbing in the palace where the yin energy was getting darker.

At Xu hour, she could hear the sound of drums and cymbals in the distance, and the shouts of Buddhas shouting loudly to the sky. Zhen Huan knew that it was the ceremony of setting off the flames in the water and land dojo of the Ghost Ghost Festival in the palace.

Because the Empress Dowager believed deeply in Buddhism, the palace invited monks from Fayuan Temple, Taoists from Baiyunguan Temple, and lamas from Miaoying Temple to hold religious services and do monastic rituals to express her sincere intention to look back on the past and remember her old friends, so as to appease the souls of the dead and pray for peace and tranquility in the palace.

Not only the concubines in the palace, but also the palace people can participate.

At this time in previous years, when the concubines would put on lotus lanterns to express their remembrance of their old friends, Huanbi would secretly remember her biological mother in a deserted corner.

Now, it was her turn, Zhen Huan.

And I can only secretly burn some paper on the porch of the yard and send it to my father who died young.

Zhen Huan squatted beside the pile of burning paper, and the fire light shone warmly on her body, which made her feel warmer.

Unlike the first few days when her father went there, she always felt cold.

Huanbi said: "These paper money were brought in with great difficulty. It was said to be the intention of Concubine An to express her condolences to the young master."

Zhen Huan nodded: "It's hard for her. It was stuffed in the doorway where food is delivered, and no one knows it."

Huanbi said: "Don't worry, little master, the concubines are not in the palace. Everyone must have gone to pay homage. No one will notice."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sharp sneer from outside: "Is it true that no one noticed? You are too bold and lawless!"

Zhen Huan suddenly heard the sound, and all the paper she was holding fell into the fire. The fire became even hotter and almost burned the corners of her clothes.

Before he could react, the door of Suiyuxuan suddenly opened, and Fang Dong, who was beside the queen, led the way in and said arrogantly: "What a bunch of desperate people. Burning incense, offering paper money, etc. are strictly prohibited in the palace. How dare you guys still dare to do that?" Hiding in the harem secretly burning paper money! It’s really a crime worthy of death!”

When Zhen Huan and Huan Bi suddenly saw Fang Dong come in, their faces changed with fright, and they could only kneel aside and remain silent.

Fang Dong was scolding when a female voice said kindly: "The Sui Yuxuan is a forbidden area in the palace ordered by the emperor. It is certainly wrong for them to burn paper money, but Fang Dong, you are too ignorant of the rules to make a noise in the Sui Yuxuan." ”

When Fangdong heard this, he was so frightened that he bent over and stood guard by the roadside.

The queen held her hand and walked slowly in. She glanced at her and said with a faint smile: "Someone in the palace reported to me that on the Ghost Festival of the Ghost Festival, someone dared to burn paper money in the harem without permission. It is really bold."

Zhen Huan and Liu Zhu had not seen the queen for a long time, but they felt that she was getting better and better. She was dressed in a green gauze with a hair full of red gold and Hetian jade, which made her even more energetic.

Seeing everyone's silence, the queen then looked around and said, "I thought you were staying here peacefully. How dare you violate the taboos in the palace? It's so unlucky to burn paper money here."

Liu Zhu was frightened and said hurriedly: "Queen, calm down, Queen, calm down.

The young master’s master, Zhen Yuandao, the young minister of Dali Temple, passed away, and today happens to be the seventh day of his life.

The young master did not intend to offend the palace rules, and please ask the queen to be considerate of the young master's filial piety. "

There was no clue in the queen's expression, like a calm lake with no waves.

"Filial piety is private, and palace rules are public. How can we disregard justice for selfish reasons? Fangdong, how should we deal with it according to palace rules?"

Fang Dong raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Burning paper money without permission is against the palace rules, and you should be punished with a red lotus."

The queen slowly moved the red gold-inlaid Hetian jade armor in her hand and said in a deep voice: "The palace regulations are as big as the sky, so reward them!"

The so-called "Bu Bu Hong Lian" is to use a ruler to pull the long caltrops to the soles of the feet and beat them down with a beating. There is no good flesh on the soles and insteps, and all the muscles and bones are exposed.

The tortured person's feet have been disabled since then. When he was lifted up and walked, the bones touched the ground and left blood-red marks, like red lotuses blooming. This was one of the seventy-two tortures of the Shenxing Division.

When Zhen Huan heard this, she couldn't help but break out in cold sweat, which immediately spread to her neck and soaked her collar.

Liu Zhu almost fainted and hurriedly kowtowed: "Queen, Queen, please spare my mistress, spare my mistress."

The Queen shook her head slightly and said calmly: "Once you do anything, you must bear the consequences. Just accept it."