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

The harem has been somewhat peaceful these days.

If An Lingrong had to say something unusual, it would be that Qi Guiren's true nature was revealed because of the nightmare incident.

Whenever he didn't get his way, he beat and scolded the palace officials, and even killed the young eunuch who had defected with Pei'er in anger.

When this happened, Pei'er's treatment plummeted.

Because she, like the little eunuch, was once a member of the Zhen Huan Palace.

When An Lingrong saw Pei'er, it was in a small, dark side room next to the antique house, which seemed to be where she usually lived when she was on duty.

Pei'er was dressed in a lifeless attire, with white velvet flowers in her hairpin, and her dull hair was tightly held down with a plain silver hairpin.

Her eyes were red and she looked dull, as if she had no energy. She still looked like the doting maid she once was.

When An Lingrong saw Pei'er dressed like this, she knew that there was a funeral at home, so she asked, "What's going on at home? Is there something in trouble?"

Pei'er stayed far away from the two of them, huddled in a corner of the wall, and sighed sadly: "My friend is dead, and I am here today to collect his belongings."

An Lingrong sighed: "Jinxi, prepare fifty taels of silver for Pei'er, and use it as the funeral arrangements for her friend."

Jin Xi agreed: "Then I will go back to the palace to get it."

Pei'er smiled miserably: "Ms. Concubine An, it's hard for you to still give me some rewards. I don't care that I used to serve the concubine and noble Qi."

It was still cold outside the window, and the veranda was not as warm and warm as the palace where the concubines lived.

An Lingrong stood far in front of Pei'er, listening quietly, feeling a brief moment of peace in her heart.

After years of being upset in the palace, the dust has settled in the cracks of the palace walls. It cannot be picked out or wiped away. It can only be allowed to stay as soft creases of time.

When these frivolous fragments were slowly peeled away from An Lingrong's memories, she was overwhelmed with admiration, but that admiration was also a living fantasy that belonged to the winner.

After all, the person alive now is herself.

Naturally, Zhen Huan's treatment was different from the past, including the palace people who had served her.

She stared at Pei'er with distant and cold eyes, but without losing a hint of compassion.

"The so-called care is for the living. This person has passed away, and there is nothing left to let go of the past. What's more, you are just the slave of Mr. Qi, why should I have any trouble with you anymore?"

"Then the slave came to see Concubine An instead of Concubine Wan. It is indeed not wrong."

Pei'er leaned over and bowed, and sighed: "I have been disrespectful to you in the past, but this bow can be considered as repayment."

She smiled slightly and kowtowed, "But since Concubine An has given me a reward, how can fifty taels of silver be enough? For the funeral of two people, it would be one hundred taels."

An Lingrong's eyebrows were raised carefully, she looked at Pei'er and said, "How do you say this?"

Pei'er's face was the color of yellowing petals, showing signs of gradual decline.

She smiled miserably and said: "My childhood playmate, this slave, died of illness. I have taken care of you for so many days, and I'm afraid I won't be able to escape.

Yesterday morning I woke up with symptoms of vomiting and headache.

I found two red rashes on my arms today, so, ladies, I am so far away from you. "

When An Lingrong heard the word "dirty epidemic", her heart tightened and she took a step back almost subconsciously.

Jin Xi leaned close to her and said calmly: "You have contracted the disease, and you still want to see Concubine An. Do you want us to contract the disease and continue to help Mr. Qi?"

A trace of hatred flashed in Pei'er's eyes, and she shook her head and said: "I know that Xiao Qingzi will never die with his eyes closed, and who he hates the most.

Before Xiao Qingzi died, he couldn't even speak. He still stared at the slave. The slave knew that he wanted the slave not to let go of the person who was a bastard and a snake. "

An Lingrong stared at her for a moment, shook her head and said, "You are like this, why are you still thinking about this?"

Pei'er chuckled and opened and closed her dry lips slightly: "It's because this slave has reached this point that I finally found a way."

She smiled, revealing her strong white teeth, "Before Xiao Qingzi died, I promised him that I would avenge him."

An Lingrong shook her head indifferently and quietly fiddled with the carnelian bracelet on her wrist. It was as red as chalcedony and as translucent as pomegranate seeds, which highlighted her pair of catkins like condensed fat and bright jade.

"Qi Guiren Palace is now heavily guarded, and you can't get in."

She raised her head and glanced at Pei'er casually, "Do you want me to help you?"

Pei'er nodded and said: "Since this slave has contracted the disease, there are more ways to do it.

The slave girl knew that the empress actually hated her just as much. "

An Lingrong smiled brightly: "You really understand my thoughts."

She just thought for a moment and turned her back, leaving only her figure in gorgeous clothes and high temples.

"I will not do this."

Pei'er still refused to give up: "Concubine An..."

An Lingrong waved her hand, turned to Pei'er, and said decisively: "I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Seeing Pei'er's sudden change of expression, she said even more calmly, "I know you want to take revenge on Mr. Qi, but I am powerless now."

After An Lingrong said that, she turned around and went out.

The two stood quietly, the sound of wind being squeezed by the deep walls standing on both sides, causing tigers to rush around and make whimpering sounds.

An Lingrong turned her head sadly and saw Chun Bin walking slowly with her maid, probably coming out of the Yangxin Hall.

When Chun Concubine saw them, she was busy doing her best, her eyes were clear and clear, and she was filled with sincere joy and enthusiasm.

"Happy Concubine An."

An Lingrong straightened her face and nodded slightly.

Chunbi walked up to An Lingrong, her face filled with self-effacement.

"It's such a cold day, why is Ms. An standing here? She's caught by the wind and cold."

An Lingrong's politeness was laced with alienation: "I'm sorry that Chun'er is worried about me, I'm about to go back."

After that, she left.

Chunbi turned sideways, but had no intention of letting her pass. She only said, "Does Concubine An still hate concubines so much?"

An Lingrong smiled faintly: "I don't understand Chun Bin's words."

Chunbi waved her hand to signal the palace maid to go away, and said: "The empress always thought that the concubine was a person who clings to the dragon and the phoenix and does not miss the old relationship, so she kept being cold to the concubine, but she didn't know that the concubine also had her own difficulties."

"The reason?"

An Lingrong brushed her wind-blown temples, and the corners of her raised lips outlined an arc of disdain.

The cold wind along the long street suddenly lifted up her jade-colored robe, which was paired with a green tasseled golden silk embroidered pearl sachet tied on the button, making it look more and more like the thin sunlight behind the clouds, indistinct and inaccessible.

"Why are you walking step by step? I've watched you with my own eyes, so how can you say "difficulty"?" The corners of Chunbin's silver-red robe were blown by the wind, trembling like a butterfly that wanted to fly but couldn't fly high. With wings.

"I heard that Concubine An was born, and thought that when Concubine An entered the palace, she would not forget her family, so she worked hard.

The same is true for concubines. How can a noble person like the empress understand this?

But the concubine did not forget the family's heart, and she was the same as the empress. "

An Lingrong sighed silently: "But you have betrayed your sincerity after all."

Chun Bin smiled mockingly to herself: "For people like us, after entering the palace, our own glory will be integrated with the glory of our family. We will be both honored and humiliated.

Especially concubines, since their parents and clansmen cannot bring any honor to the concubine, the concubine must make herself live a comfortable life.

If you can't let go of such a private thing sincerely, you have to let go of it. "

An Lingrong tightened her cloak and responded indifferently.

"The path you choose is as long as you are happy."

Chun Concubine bowed and sighed: "I hope the empress will no longer despise me. I am grateful for this congratulations."

An Lingrong left alone. The palace maid approached Chun Concubine and whispered: "Why do you need to pay attention to Concubine An? Concubine An's attitude towards you is getting worse than before. In addition, we have already lived separately, so we have nothing to do with her."

Chun Bin chuckled, her bright eyes like the thin crescent moon in the sky.

"Why is it irrelevant? Although the Queen is pregnant with a child, her health is much worse and she cannot sleep with her most of the time.

And Concubine An has the power to co-manage the Sixth Palace, so I naturally have to be extra careful. "

She glanced at the palace maid and said, "By the way, I asked you to see what kind of medicine Yin Guiren has been using. Have you seen it?"

Lan Cui said: "This servant made an excuse to go to the minister's room and said that the green head brand of the empress was a bit dark, so she secretly put some Yin Guiren's medicine in a bottle and took it out. She immediately sent it to the imperial hospital and asked the imperial doctor to prepare one for the empress. .”

Chun Concubine nodded and said: "Go quickly! Ever since my child was taken away, even if the emperor is promoted to a concubine, she is just a little concubine. How many years and months will it take for her to become a concubine?"

There are so many pregnancy-inducing potions in the palace, and everyone is drinking them. Only Yin Guiren’s was personally rewarded by the emperor, so it must be particularly good! "

The palace maid hesitated and said: "His Majesty Keyin drinks it every time after going to bed, and she has never been pregnant."

Chun Bin was a little disdainful: "That's because she is not blessed. It's possible that she will continue to be unlucky."

She hesitated for a moment, "But you still have to let people see if it is a good pregnancy medicine."

Lan Cui agreed and went, Chun Bi stroked her flat belly and let out a long sigh of hope.

Three days later, at dusk, Su Peisheng summoned An Lingrong to the Yangxin Hall to have dinner together.

After An Lingrong changed her clothes, she put on a smoky purple Ruyi cloud-patterned brocade robe. It was an elegant color. The cuffs were only slightly darker twigs and Xinyi flower patterns. She wore a gold thin smoky emerald green satin fox fur waistcoat, which made her face even more colorful. A little gentle and charming.

An Lingrong wrapped her body tightly in a peacock pattern red feather satin cloak and walked slowly into the hall.

A steaming pot of golden chrysanthemum stewed pheasant has been set up on the hot table. An Lingrong smelled the aroma and said with a smile: "It smells so good."

The emperor stood up and took her hand, looking intimate.

"Tonight's dinner is all about your favorite dishes. The sesame herring preserves are extremely well made. I asked them to try making them more than ten times. Only this time, there was no fishy smell at all.

The gold-inlaid white jade version made of spinach and tofu is very sweet and melts in your mouth.

Especially this drunken shrimp dish, which combines the freshness of the shrimp itself with the sweet flavor of the wine, so I urge you to come. "

An Lingrong's dimples are round and her brows are full of emotion.

"Today is not a big day. How come you have prepared so many dishes that I like to eat? And they are all rare."

Because she came in from the outside, her hands were cold. The emperor held her hands and breathed softly: "It must be cold outside. I thought that you have been busy in the harem for so many days, so I will give you some relief."

He was also somewhat contented, "Now that the world is rich and the straw ropes used to string copper coins in warehouses are rotten, even if the things you like are rare, if I want to get them, it won't be difficult."

An Lingrong's heart was filled with warmth. She held the emperor's hand and said, "The only way I can thank the emperor is to eat all the food on the table."

In this case, the two emperors and concubines sat opposite each other, not asking anyone to serve them, but just using their chopsticks freely.

The emperor saw her greedily eating a few mouthfuls of drunken shrimps and liked them very much, so he happily said: "Although greedy eats slowly, after all, there is wine in it.

Huh? Why are you blushing without taking a few sips of wine? "

An Lingrong smiled and touched her face: "Does the emperor like the new eye makeup?"

She talked and smiled, with a hint of blush on her jade-like cheeks, like the dispersing glow of dawn.

The eyebrows and eyes turned into a light hibiscus light red, and the bright eyes were as bright as stars, looking forward to Yun Yang.

The emperor reached out and touched her gently: "Rong'er, I hope you will always be so happy."

The heartbeat was a little fast, mixed with the warm breath of red charcoal, which warmed the scent of agarwood incense in the temple, and slowly filled the air.

An Lingrong lowered her head, smiled, and gently scratched the palm of his hand, like a small fish pecking.

It was so tender until the little eunuch who brought wine came in, and then it stopped slightly.

Su Peisheng then came in and said, "Your Majesty, last time you said that you wanted to ennoble the young Master Fu before the end of the year. You asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to draw up the titles. The Ministry of Internal Affairs has already drafted three and sent them to the Emperor."

The emperor nodded slightly, Su Peisheng clapped his hands, and the young eunuch from the Ministry of Internal Affairs entered respectfully holding a red-grained wooden plate.

There is gold-sprinkled paper on it, with three big characters written on it: Ling, Ke, and Mu.

The emperor glanced at them and said casually: "The last two are vulgar.

Ling, Ling, beauty is Ling, this word has never been used by predecessors, so it must be this word Ling. "

"Your noble person? It is said in the book, 'Like Gui, like Zhang, when you hear and look at you, you are praising a person as beautiful as jade.'"

An Lingrong read it softly and looked at the emperor with a smile, "The emperor seems to like her very much."

The emperor was quiet for a moment, and the smile in his eyes became stronger and stronger. His eyes were almost like crescent moons when he smiled, and he said a little narrowly: "Rong'er, are you jealous?"

An Lingrong's face turned slightly red and she turned her head away from the emperor, deliberately complaining: "Is the emperor making fun of my concubine?"

The emperor leaned closer to her, bit her earlobe and said in a low voice: "It refers to the love between two people, which jointly contributes to the joy of flying. Do you think I dote on the Fu family too much?"

An Lingrong pouted, her face turned redder, and she tried her best to control herself and said: "I don't think so. It's the emperor who likes to be careless and have random thoughts."

"Okay, that's just my wild imagination.

But even if you have random thoughts, it will not be Fu Shi, but you. "

The emperor took the back of her hand, which was as white as gelatin, and kissed her softly. Listening to him speak such affectionate words, he was not unsettled, and was reminded of the love of the past.

However, after An Lingrong heard it, she spat lightly and laughed it off.

"If the emperor thinks it is to your liking, then he can ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to handle it."