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

Chapter 2 The Xia Family Troubles
Seeing some doubts in Zhen Huan's eyes, An Lingrong nodded quickly, smiled softly, turned around and looked away, which had become cold at some point.

It was this inadvertent turn that caused the teacup to break and the woman's exclamation to ring in her ears.

An Lingrong, who suddenly felt bad, stepped back, raised her head and glanced directly ahead.

A teacup filled with tea hit Xia Dongchun's feet, stained with dust, and splashed on the other party's clothes.

Sure enough, what was coming was still unavoidable.

"Which show girl are you from? You are so careless! The hot tea almost spilled on my clothes. Look at the dust here splashing on me. Are you jealous of me wearing Su embroidery? ah!"

Xia Dongchun's voice sounded like a life-threatening ghost, which made An Lingrong's eyes, which were already upset, become even colder.

It would be a pity for a stupid and well-established person to die under the influence of Concubine Hua.

Since you like jumping around so much, it's better to become a chess piece in her hands and be used by her.

"I'm sorry, sister. I didn't bump into this sister on purpose. If I offended my sister, please forgive me."

An Lingrong pretended to be aggrieved and took the lead to kneel down and salute. Her frightened and extremely humble look made many beautiful ladies who were jealous of her clothes slightly restrain their thoughts of plotting against her.

This trick is useful for those high-ranking ladies who look down on ordinary people, but it cannot play a decisive role. Fortunately, An Lingrong is not a fool, and she already has a way to deal with it.

Being humble first and then being arrogant, and convincing others with reason, are Zhen Huan's common tactics.

"Which family are you from! The etiquette is pretty good, but I wonder if you can have a sisterly relationship with me!"

Xia Dongchun refused to give up. When he saw An Lingrong squatting down first, his face became even more proud, and he came to stand next to her with great power.

"My name is An Lingrong, and my father is An Bihuai from Songyang County."

"Sure enough, he is a small family from a remote village. Why bother to participate in the selection all the way and be looked at by outsiders, and then come to the palace to humiliate himself?"

Xia Dongchun arrogantly expressed his very personal opinions, and even invited people from small families around him to participate in the selection like An Lingrong. The expressions of the few showgirls who finally squeezed in changed slightly.

An Lingrong lowered her head and sneered at the corner of her mouth. Her tone was as usual, "Lingrong's candidacy is Lingrong's blessing and a gift from the emperor. I wonder about my sister's family background...?"

"Me? I am Xia Dongchun, the daughter of Baoyi Zuoling's family, a big shot you can't afford to offend!"

Hearing this, the expressions of the beautiful ladies present became even worse. In fact, dressing up was nothing, especially after their family came up with such a thing. Of course, everyone no longer wanted to curry favor, and they were all ready to go home to give their father a chance. Impeach Xia Dongchun’s father.

Knowing that everyone's emotions had been aroused by Xia Dongchun, An Lingrong stopped squatting and stood up gracefully, looking directly at Xia Dongchun who was being used as a target.

"Lingrong once heard that the Xia family is brave and good at fighting, loyal to the country, and never goes to jail. Lingrong knows that my sister who grew up in such an environment is kind-hearted and kind-hearted. Please calm down and be noble."

The corners of Xia Dongchun's mouth curled up after being praised. Then, she looked at An Lingrong's skirt and said, "You are telling the truth, but your Su embroidery suit is really not worthy of your family background, so you might as well take it off." Give it to me, so that I don’t have to go to the side courtyard to change my clothes later. If you don’t want to, then kneel down and beg me, and I have plenty, so I can let you go.”

This time, An Lingrong's clothes were indeed very good compared to others, so even Xia Dongchun, who came from a prominent family, couldn't help but want to take away what belonged to her.

But thanks to Xia Dongchun's repeated disco dancing in everyone's minefield, now he wants to strip her clothes off in front of everyone, or make her kneel down and beg for mercy.An Lingrong, who was not going to bow her head, chose to fight to the end.

Just when she was about to retort, and shocked everyone, Zhen Huan, who was also dressed in pure clothes, seemed to have found a confidant, and came to her side regardless of Shen Meizhuang's obstruction, and started to argue.

"Sister Xia is so magnanimous, how could she do such an unreasonable thing?"

"Which show girl are you from? How dare you talk to me like this?"

"My father, the Young Minister of Dali Temple, is it possible for me to fall in the eyes of Sister Xia?"

"Young Minister of Dali Temple? He's not a high-ranking official."

This time, in order to prevent Zhen Huan from being a good person, An Lingrong said quickly: "No matter whether you are high or low, just talk about principles!"

"I have taken the lead in bowing my head to my sister and admitting my mistake. Today is the election of the Han Army Flag. If my sister wants my clothes in public like this, I am afraid that it will alarm the Holy Master. If Long Yan is furious and ends the election of the Han Army Flag as soon as possible, it is not as good as the Mongolian and Manchu tribes. Everyone What should we do with the sisters who have traveled thousands of miles away?"

Moistening her throat, An Lingrong ignored Zhen Huan's eyes full of exclamation and added, "Even if the emperor doesn't know, if other people's gossip reaches the ears of the emperor in the future, my sister is afraid that her sister and the family will be humiliated! This is an insult to the Han military flag. Is my sister really going to do this for face?"

Xia Dongchun was neither advanced nor retreated by the double singing of Zhen Huan and An Lingrong. She could only point her fingernails at An Lingrong's face, as if she had nothing to say but was unwilling to give up. look.

"If sister really wants it, Lingrong will take off her clothes right now and change clothes with her!"

After a strong dose of medicine was taken, Xia Dongchun had not yet spoken. Many beautiful ladies of the Han Army Flag who could not stand it came forward one after another and said: "Sister Xia, just go down. In case the Holy One really doesn't want us, the beautiful girls of the Han Army Flag." If we choose, how will we live in the future?"

"Yes, yes, you are a daughter of the Xia family, do you really covet the plain Suzhou embroidery that others wear? It's really not a shame."

"I will remember you! An, Ling, Rong!"

Xia Dongchun, who shouted An Lingrong's name word by word, ran away.

Xia Dongchun returned disappointed, but it was not Zhen Huan who succeeded, but An Lingrong, who was neither humble nor overbearing.

An Lingrong, who had won the battle, took Zhen Huan's hand and said falsely: "Thank you sister, I wonder what my sister's name is...?"

"Just call me Zhen Huan. I can't bear to see that she doesn't like the way we dress soberly. Obviously that cup of tea has nothing to do with you, but she insists on going against you."

Hearing this, An Lingrong snorted in her heart.

Sure enough, Zhen Huan seemed to be defending her, but in fact she was defending her own sober appearance.

It's a pity that the former An Lingrong couldn't see it. She really thought that Zhen Huan liked her and was willing to help her out, so she left Xia Dongchun, who was outspoken and not flirtatious.

But now, it's time for her to show off her style, share the Han army flag's sacred favor, and bring glory to her mother.

(End of this chapter)