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

That night, An Lingrong stayed in the Yangxin Hall.

The emperor was sleeping very soundly, but she was tossing and turning, just letting him hold her hand and fall asleep.

Oh, what a sound sleep.

She stared at the sleeping face of the man beside her pillow. The slightly raised corners of his mouth had a warm and seductive gesture. The new fine lines at the corners of his eyes could not hide his majestic face like a jade mountain.

He is truly a handsome man who will not be let down by time.

She held his hands tightly, silently feeling the passing of each other's years in his familiar palm lines.

An Lingrong was lost in thought and suddenly felt a little cold.

She reached out and grabbed the brocade quilt to wrap her body tightly, but at that moment she realized that it would be a better choice to stay close to the man with a warm body next to her.

However, she still chose to protect herself, even when she was around a man who had had skin-to-skin contact with her.

This kind of subconsciousness forced her into a cold sweat almost instantly.

Yes, maybe deep down in her heart, this man may not be able to protect herself.

Then who will it be, who can protect themselves without hesitation in a dangerous situation?

She thought carefully, searched carefully, and the only person she could think of was her biological mother in this life.

Suddenly, the emperor's moans sounded in his sleep, and he murmured softly: "Chun Yuan, Chun Yuan, Wan Wan..."

An Lingrong looked carefully for a moment before remembering that it was Queen Chunyuan's maiden name.

In her memory, the emperor had never called the queen by her maiden name like this. He had always called her by her status, "Fujin" or "Queen".

She watched the emperor shaking his head in pain in his sleep, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. Finally, she couldn't help but push the emperor awake, and gently wiped the sweat for him.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

The emperor sat up in shock and was dazed for a moment. He looked at everything that could be illuminated by the weak candlelight outside the tent, his breath rising and falling.

An Lingrong asked softly: "Your Majesty, are you having a nightmare?"

The emperor regained his composure, leaned on the pillow tiredly, shook his head and said: "Rong'er, I dreamed of Queen Chunyuan.

She stood in front of my bed and asked me with tears on her face, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, why haven't you called me by my given name for so long?" "

The emperor lowered his head dejectedly, losing his previous expression.

An Lingrong looked at the emperor with a calm and gentle expression, which had the power to calm people.

"No one can replace Queen Chunyuan in the Emperor's heart, so there is no need to talk about it every day."

The shadow of the candle shook the dark red yeye, and the emperor's stern face was not realistic in the dark palace, and his deep eyes were like a bottomless pool of water. After a long time, the emperor breathed a sigh of relief.

The night wind stirred the snow-like gauze of the hibiscus brocade tent, and the hollow silver thread beaded embroidery patterns on the tent shone brightly. The red gold nine-dragon tent hook on the bedside made a slight sound as it swayed, and even the pearl in the dragon's mouth also Scatter out the wandering light.

The emperor lay down again and fell into a deep sleep.

An Lingrong looked at him and felt that there were countless thoughts lingering in her heart.

In the end, I could only close my eyes and try my best to fall asleep.

She slept lightly, and when An Lingrong woke up, the emperor was getting up and getting ready to go to court.

An Lingrong was no longer sleepy, so she simply got up and served the emperor to put on the dragon robe and fasten the gold buttons.

The emperor's eyes had a faint dark blue color. An Lingrong stood in front of him, just reaching his chin. She felt that the warm breath of his breath was sluggish as it touched his cheeks. She said softly: "Your Majesty, last night I didn't sleep well. When you come back later, I'll be waiting for the emperor to cook eucommia, snow ginseng and red date soup." The emperor said warmly: "Leave these things to the servants. You didn't sleep well last night either. I'll go back later. Get some sleep.”

An Lingrong responded in a low voice, followed the emperor to leave, and then also went to Yikun Palace in a soft sedan.

The sky only revealed a light fish-belly white color in the distant horizon in the east, while the rest of the vast sky was just a dark patch of darkness, making it difficult to distinguish between gods and ghosts.

Baoping stayed by her side and asked quietly: "Your Majesty, why is it that after the death of Queen Chunyuan, the Emperor was so affectionate and never forgotten her?"

An Lingrong smiled lightly and said: "Sometimes people's deep love is not only for others to see, but also for themselves.

If you get too involved in the drama for too long, you will even believe it yourself. "

Baoping was a little confused: "I don't understand what I'm saying."

An Lingrong took a long breath: "Why do you need to understand? As long as you know that he treats you well when you are alive, then he is really good."

Thinking like this, An Lingrong wanted to go to Meizhuang to talk about her inner feelings for some reason.

So after washing up, the two of them were talking when the sedan chair stopped and it turned out that they had arrived at the palace gate of Meizhuang.

An Lingrong supported Baoping's hand to get off the sedan, and the palace maid hurriedly greeted her: "Concubine An is finally here. My concubine has entered the Queen Mother's Palace since last night and has not come out until now. But the servants are so worried." broken."

An Lingrong's heart dropped and she immediately asked, "Does anyone else know this news?"

The palace maid shook her head and said: "The people in the palace are all trained by Concubine Hui personally. They know how to measure. They only dare to pass the news to us, and no one else knows."

An Lingrong thought for a while, sighed slightly, and finally couldn't help turning around: "Go to the Queen Mother's Palace!"

When An Lingrong rushed to the inside and outside of the Queen Mother's Palace, the sky was getting bright.

The faint morning light fell from the thick clouds, casting an ambiguous haze over the splendid Queen Mother Palace.

An Lingrong stood for a moment and took a deep breath.

No matter how many times she came to this place, she always felt indescribable fear and distance.

However, at this moment, Mei Zhuang was inside. Although she didn't know why, An Lingrong felt vaguely uneasy.

Although the Queen Mother is in charge of the affairs of the Sixth Palace, she never interferes in small matters, and her subordinates are also very gentle, and they rarely make any serious move to prevent them from returning to the palace.

So the more she walked into the Queen Mother's Palace, the more anxious An Lingrong felt in her heart.

The little maids outside announced their entrance one by one, and what came out was Zhu Xi.

She was not surprised or surprised when she saw An Lingrong, she just said calmly as usual: "Concubine An, please sit down for a while. The Queen Mother has already stood up. After dressing up, you will see your concubine."

The Queen Mother naturally loved fresh flowers, and the Emperor was extremely filial, so the Queen Mother's palace was planted with precious flowers and trees to make the Queen Mother smile.

Flowers such as crabapples, peonies, magnolias, winter jasmine, etc. are all of the highest quality, and they also have the good meaning of "the Yutang is rich and the spring is prosperous".

The flower house also allocated ten veteran gardeners to take care of the Queen Mother's favorite albizia flowers.

Therefore, the Queen Mother's palace is full of flowers, which will always bloom undefeated.

Moreover, the night dew is translucent and dyed with flowers and plants, giving it a different kind of beauty.

An Lingrong looked at the yard. Apart from the flowers and plants, there were only two cranes taking a nap under the plantains. It was quiet and there was no one around.

An Lingrong became more and more worried and asked in a low voice: "Aunt, where is Concubine Hui?"