The Golden Partridge of An Lingrong's Rebirth

Chapter 153.timid

"If you like it, next time in the draft, I will pick a few good ones from the aristocratic families and keep them for you." The emperor smiled meaningfully, seeing that King Guo was uncomfortable for a while, so he could only laugh it off as naughty.

After talking for a while, An Lingrong looked at the sky and said, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, it's time to go back."

"Well, it's getting late." The emperor nodded, held down the king of Guojun who was about to get up, and said a few more words of concern, then left the Qingliangtai, An Lingrong followed closely, and the wet nurse hugged the moon as well. follow up.

Only nobleman Wan was so weak from crying that she couldn't even stand up.

An Lingrong glanced back, a little unbearable: "Your Majesty, my concubine should go and persuade nobleman Wan."

"No, if she wants, she will return to the palace. If she doesn't want to, let her stay in Qingliangtai. You can go back wherever you came from." The emperor stepped onto the imperial sedan chair without looking back. .

An Lingrong looked surprised, looked back, and finally got on the sedan at Su Peisheng's urging.After sitting down, she looked at the emperor's face which was completely different from the one when he was joking just now, and asked anxiously: "Your Majesty, what did you mean by that sentence just now?"

"The last time I summoned Mrs. Wan, I woke up in the middle of the night and heard her whispering and calling 'Your Majesty'. I became suspicious and asked someone to investigate. I found out that Mrs. Wan had been living in Qingliang Terrace before entering the palace. "The emperor shook the beads in his hand, "Just now, as soon as Mrs. Cai Wan entered the palace, she wished she could pounce on Old Seventeen directly. It's too obvious. Is it okay to think I'm dead?"

An Lingrong opened his mouth helplessly, but he didn't know that there was still this level of temptation and verification. After thinking about it, he still said: "It was all before entering the palace. After Wan Gui entered the palace, there was no such thing." I’ve met Prince Guo.”

"I have pampered her for so long for nothing." The emperor seemed oblivious. He opened the curtain and glanced at Wan Guiren, who was staggering out with Wu Qian's support. His eyes were full of coldness, but his face was a little better. "If it weren't for her face, I would have killed her long ago."

An Lingrong glanced at Wan Guiren who was sitting on the sedan with some sympathy, and sighed helplessly in her heart.

But in the next second, she reacted again.

Lady Wan is so similar to Empress Chunyuan. Could it be that the county king is against Empress Chunyuan... An Lingrong abruptly stopped this guess, and denied it with a jerk, but what followed was another A conjecture that I really want to come up with-could it be that the person whom King Guo loves is Zhen Huan?

Once this idea popped up, there was no way to stop it. All the details before and after were connected together at this moment. An Lingrong gritted his teeth hard so as not to let himself show a frightened expression.

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out so!

In the blink of an eye, An Lingrong suddenly remembered that almost inaudible cry - that was Zhen Huan!Zhen Huan is on the balcony!

In an instant, An Lingrong became anxious, only thinking that Yu Jia would go faster, faster, and get out of here as soon as possible.

In the Qingliang Terrace, Guojun Wang stood there holding the old purse, silent for a long time, until Zhen Huan came out from behind the screen, he said sadly: "This is what you were leaning on when you first entered the palace. I have been carrying the little portrait hanging on the tree when I prayed in Meiyuan. The first time I saw Mrs. Wan, she was poor and destitute when she first entered Beijing. I was staying at the inn, and I happened to pass by and rescue her, and put her in the cool terrace for a while. One day, she accidentally bumped into this small portrait. She thought it was her appearance, so she begged me to give it to her... ..."

"My lord, you don't have to explain so much to me. These have nothing to do with me." Zhen Huan said with tears all over her face, her head bowed.

"My lord?" Guojun Wang's expression changed slightly, "Huan'er, why do you call me that again?" Just half an hour ago, she still called him "Yunli" so intimately.

Zhen Huan wiped away the tears that were about to fall, shook her head and apologized: "Just now, Mochou has lost his etiquette. Please forgive me, and please still call me the same as before."

"Is it because of the imperial brother?" Prince Guo reached out to grab Zhen Huan, but she turned away slightly, "Is it because of Long Yue?"

Zhen Huan just shook her head: "The arrival of the emperor will only make me more sober, I was confused just now, and I offended the prince."

After hearing Ah Jin say that in order to cool her down, King Guo had frozen in the ice and snow for a whole night, Zhen Huan did have a momentary trance, thinking that he had to meet a lover, and he would not marry him just because he was the emperor. A woman like her would despise herself, and she would not regard her as a substitute just because she looked like Queen Chunyuan. It was really only for a moment that she wanted to be with the man in front of her for a lifetime.

However, things in the world always go wrong.

The emperor has never been to Qingliangtai, but he just came today.Zhen Huan never thought that she would be able to see the moon again, but the emperor brought her to Qingliangtai today.

The facts gave Zhen Huan a blow. Tell her, you have had a husband before and you are pregnant with children. How can you afford Yunli's pure love?

She doesn't deserve it.

"The snow outside has already melted, we will leave tomorrow and go to Lingyunfeng's meditation room." Zhen Huan wiped away her tears and stopped going to visit King Guo, "Thank you, lord, for coming these days."

King Guojun looked at Zhen Huan's leaving back, his nose suddenly became sour, his fingers tightly clenched his purse, and hatred surged from the bottom of his heart.

Yinzhen, it's because of you again!

Why?I already planned to let you go, why did you come to grab me!
Along the way, An Lingrong felt a little uneasy, she knew that Zhen Huan was definitely not in Ganlu Temple, if the emperor found out, the consequences would be disastrous.But she thought about it all the way, but she didn't think of a suitable excuse to persuade the emperor to go back home.

Just when An Lingrong was at a loss, the emperor himself said, "Forget it, let's not go."

"Your Majesty?" An Lingrong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly raised his breath. Today's events followed one after another. She didn't want to have any more accidents, so it was better to ask clearly, "Okay, why don't you go?" gone?"

The emperor's face darkened slightly: "The appearance of the nobleman just now reminds me of the way Huanhuan questioned me that day. She definitely doesn't want to see me again, so why should I make fun of myself." After finishing speaking, he ordered Su Peisheng to turn back to the palace. .

An Lingrong was dazed, and suddenly realized that the emperor was timid because of his closeness to his hometown.His yearning for Zhen Huan has reached its peak, but he is not sure whether Zhen Huan misses himself as much. If she is still ashamed and sees him avoiding him, wouldn't it be embarrassing for the dignified emperor?
Looking at the Ganlu Temple that was getting farther and farther away, An Lingrong couldn't tell what mood he was in.

It was a little sour and a little painful, like being soaked in the vinegar jar after being pierced by densely packed needles.But fortunately, it was just that, An Lingrong touched his heart, controlled the heartbeat that was about to get out of control, and slowly calmed down.

After returning to the palace, it was a day-to-day life, as if nothing had changed, but also as if something had changed.

An Lingrong's position is naturally unshakable, except for Duanfei Jingfei Shenmeizhuang and other old people, the most favored one now is the newly promoted Concubine Min, who was formerly Hu Guiren, just like Fang Chunyi back then, innocent and romantic , but with a sly cleverness, he entertains every day and sings every night.

Then there are concubines Zhen, Yuguiren and Shunguiren. Kang Chang is still favored mediocrely despite his hard work. It might as well be better than the dull and seldom-spoken Sun Xu.

Concubine Qi used up the healing glue An Lingrong gave her, and the wounds on her face healed in sevens and eighties. Although it was incomparable to before, but because she was the daughter of a hero, the emperor still met her once a month, even if it was Mrs. Jin was occasionally summoned by the emperor, but Mrs. Wan, who was favored the most before, suddenly lost all favor.

The day when nobleman Wan had an accident was the Shangsi Festival on the third day of March.

It was quiet and windless in the middle of the night. An Lingrong was tailoring spring clothes for Ankang and Honghao. Suddenly, a sharp sound of "Water leaked" resounded through the palace. An Lingrong was so frightened that he pricked his finger with a needle, and bright red blood stained the cloth. A small blood flower bloomed on it.

Before she had time to think about it, she hurriedly asked Dou Kou to go out to inquire, but Dou Kou came back after a while to report: "Your Majesty, the Chengqian Palace is on fire, and Lady Wan is still inside. People dare to rush in to save people."

"How did it burn?" An Lingrong was about to change his clothes immediately.

Cardamom faltered, and then said after a while: "It seems that nobleman Wan set the fire on himself." After a pause, she explained, "Before the fire started, nobleman Wan deliberately sent Wu Xi and Baitao away, leaving only myself Alone in the dormitory, and then closed the doors and windows. After being alone for half an hour, the eunuch sweeping the yard saw with his own eyes that nobleman Wan lit the curtain at the head of the bed, and then the door curtain. It seemed that he could smell the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus oil, but In a few moments, the flames ignited."

Hearing this, An Lingrong stopped what she was doing, stared blankly at the burning red half of the sky outside the window, and sighed deeply: "For her, it may be a kind of relief."

When the emperor heard the news that nobleman Wan died by self-immolation, he was reviewing a picture album with Concubine Min in Yikun Palace. Hearing this, he was only silent for a moment, and then said: "It is a serious crime for a concubine to kill herself. Pass the decree on, Chengqian Palace Mrs. Fu, disregarding your kindness, took away her title, demoted her to a commoner, removed all her father's positions, and will never be hired again."

"Yes." Su Peisheng left in response.

Min Bin smiled brightly at the side and turned over the matter in just a few words.

After An Lingrong learned about it, he was silent for a long time, and ordered Dill to find someone to bury Fu Ruyin safely, and then said nothing else.

Whether it was Fu Ruyin's unilateral interest in Guojun King, or she and Guojun Wang's two hearts, in the eyes of the emperor, the trip to Qingliangtai that day was enough to prove that Fu Ruyin's affection for Guojun King was unforgettable. This is simply a great shame!
Now that she set herself on fire, it was the embarrassment that the emperor wanted to dispose of, but was unwilling to dispose of her face.

The death of nobleman Wan is like a fleeting epiphyllum in the palace. After one night, no one seems to remember her except for the dilapidated walls of Chengqian Palace.

No one knows that that beautiful woman danced lightly in the firelight that night. She was not dancing the Jinghong Dance, but Fu Ruyin's favorite Hu Xuanwu. She had golden bells on her bare feet and a graceful waist. Spinning and dancing again and again, with a contented smile on the corner of her mouth, she closed her eyes, as if she had returned to the happiest time—back when she was still Fu Ruyin.

"She is also a poor person." Shen Meizhuang sighed after hearing what An Lingrong said about what happened at Qingliangtai that day.

An Lingrong was silent, glanced at Shenmeizhuang, frowned slightly and said, "Sister seems to be a lot more haggard recently, what's going on?" She looked at Caiyue aside, quite reproachfully.

"I don't blame Caiyue, it's just that I'm tired." Shen Meizhuang patted the back of An Lingrong's hand lightly, and said with a wry smile, "The queen mother is ill again, and the moon is always crying at night for some reason. It took a lot, and now I look haggard."

"Why is the queen mother sick again?" An Lingrong has no time to think about other things recently, and her heart is all on the two children. Honghao just learned how to crawl, and Ankang is noisy again. She just chose to teach the mother two days ago. He let go of his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, "Isn't it much better a while ago?"

Shen Meizhuang sighed, lowered his voice and approached An Lingrong and said, "I heard that because of the emperor's handling of Longkodo's affairs, the empress dowager and the emperor had a dispute, and became ill because of the urgency."

An Lingrong recalled that a few days ago, he seemed to hear a sentence in a daze, that Longkodo died suddenly in Changchun Garden. Now it seems that the emperor ordered to silence him—is the queen mother so sad about it?

(End of this chapter)