The Golden Partridge of An Lingrong's Rebirth

Chapter 163.send spirit
Like a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from, An Lingrong couldn't tell the difference between day and night. She just felt that she had shed many, many tears. All the sounds came in like a tide, and then faded away, blurring into a silent scene. She sat there blankly. In front of the soul, guard your health and never leave.

Shen Meizhuang put a thick cloak on An Lingrong and said softly: "Rong'er, it's too cold in Jing'an Village, let's go back."

"Cold?" An Lingrong raised her head dully, and tried to recognize the pronunciation of Shen Meizhuang's words. After a long time, she asked dullly and slowly, "Then my Ankang, lying in there alone, is she cold?" Woolen cloth?"

The tip of Shen Meizhuang's nose felt sore and she burst into tears. She quickly raised her hand to wipe them away and comforted with a trembling voice: "No, Longyue gave Ankang a little tiger, and the sixth brother took Ankang's machine bird, All the dolls were put in, Wen Yi took her favorite Western music box, and Huai Shu also sent many picture albums that Ankang liked..." After saying the last part, Shen Meizhuang choked up and was speechless for a while.

How come it's not cold?

The golden coffin was so big and empty, Ankang was lying in it alone, his small body couldn't even fill half of the golden coffin.

"When she fell to the ground, did it hurt?" An Lingrong looked up at Shen Meizhuang with delusional eyes, and took her hand absently, "Sister Mei, I seem to hear Ankang calling me, listen Reached?"

"Rong'er, don't be like this." Shen Meizhuang burst into tears and hugged the lost An Lingrong, "How can Ankang leave with peace of mind if you act like this?"

"Where are you going? Where is Ankang going?" An Lingrong regained consciousness a little bit, and murmured palely, "She hasn't done her homework today? Didn't Mother Qin say that she would teach her the etiquette of birthday greetings? Where did you go? I'll go find her..." She staggered up and walked outside, "Ankang is always disobedient, she is so old, and she runs around all day long, I will punish her..."

"Ronger!"

The last scene before An Lingrong fell into a coma was the figure of the emperor rushing over. She fell into a warm embrace, and exhaustion swept over her, instantly engulfing her.

In her dream, she heard Ankang calling "Eniang" one after another.

"Ankang, have you finished writing today's big characters?" An Lingrong followed the voice and pushed open the door of Xiuchun Pavilion. He saw Ankang sitting on the couch with a cute face, holding a brush in his hand and writing on the rice paper spread out on the table. It was written in large characters upright, and there was a crookedly embroidered purse beside it. When he saw her coming in, a sweet smile appeared on his face and he shouted crisply.

An Lingrong breathed a sigh of relief.

Her health is here and she has not gone anywhere.

"Look, mother, I can write my name now." Ankang jumped down from the couch, ran to An Lingrong, held her hand and walked over, pointing at the rice paper and saying.

An Lingrong looked down at Ankang's little hand holding hers, and frowned distressedly: "Ankang, why are your hands so cold?" Fu raised his head again and asked, "It's been cold these days, why are you so cold? Are you wearing the single clothes you only wear in autumn?" She reached out and rubbed Ankang's hands, but they couldn't keep them warm.

Looking up again, Ankang lost his smile and just looked at her quietly.

Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Mother, I have to leave."

"Where are you going?" An Lingrong suddenly panicked and hurriedly took Ankang's hand, "Eniang will never force you to learn the rules again. You don't like to write big characters, so we won't write them in the future, okay? She couldn't help crying, "Ankang, can you stay with E Niang..."

Ankang's body was slowly glowing, a glass-colored bracelet flew out of An Lingrong's hand, and turned into a cloak of illusion, wrapped around Ankang's arm, and flew up with her body.

A ray of breeze came from nowhere, blowing away the dark clouds in the sky, and the bright stars fell in front of me.

"Mother, I was originally a soaring flower in the illusory realm of Taixu. I came to this world after many calamities. Now that the calamities are over, it's time to go back." Ankang's face showed some maturity that she had never seen before, and she faced An Lingrong slowly smiled and flew higher and higher, "I really feel very happy to be able to be my mother's child in this life."

"Ankang..." An Lingrong held Ankang's hand tightly, tears falling uncontrollably.

"E Niang, get well soon, Ankang will be watching you in the sky." Ankang couldn't help crying. She slowly let go of An Lingrong's hand, and her body flew higher and higher, "E Niang, don't worry about me. I’ve been sad for too long…”

"Ankang—"

The door of Xiuchun Pavilion was pushed open suddenly, and the emperor strode in. He hugged An Lingrong, who was crying into tears. He looked at the rice paper in her hand, looked around, and his eyes fell on that There was only a crooked purse, and the circles under his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"Huang Ama, Huang Ama, Grandma Qin is teaching Ankang Nvhong recently. When Ankang learns it, can you embroider a beautiful purse for Huang Ama?"

This is not a heavy rain, but a long period of humidity for the rest of my life.

The pain in front of you will gradually fade away one day, but in the future life, every detail and every moment, when you think of "if she is still here" but "no longer", is the deepest moment. The most painful time.

Just like pure yuan.

The emperor held An Lingrong, who was crying until he collapsed, and burst into tears: "Rong'er, stop crying..."

can't come back...

never coming back...

It has been the 49th day of the Seven Seventh Day since the death of the soul. The sky is slightly bright on this day, and the first heavy snowfall of early winter is ushering in. The Buddha and the monks are opening the door to break the prison, pass the lamp to illuminate the deceased, attend to the Lord of Hell and the ghosts of the capital, and invite Ksitigarbha to a banquet. On the golden bridge, banners and banners were drawn, Taoist priests made declarations to pay homage to the Three Pure Ones, kowtowed to the Jade Emperor, Zen monks walked incense and lit candles, put flames on their mouths, worshiped in water, and hung lanterns of the same color along the road, illuminating it like daylight.Just hearing the sound of a gong and the playing of various music in unison, the people accompanying the spirit began to cry bitterly, and for a while, the sound of crying filled the field.

Shenmeizhuang helped the spirit out of the palace, and the princes and officials in the capital held sacrifices along the way. Wherever the golden coffin was placed, everyone knelt down and kowtowed to see it off. People shouted "Farewell Princess Yi'an Zhaoren", which was an overwhelming and grand scene.

They were sent all the way to Ganlu Temple and stopped at Shenmeizhuang. Going further was to Princess Tomb, and she couldn't go.

Standing at the gate of Ganlu Temple, Shen Meizhuang watched the team walk away with tears in her eyes. She finally stopped her tears. She walked slowly into the temple and asked the host in a deep voice: "Is Mochou at Ganlu Temple here?"

The host kowtowed and shouted "Hui Concubine Empress Jin'an" and then hesitated to speak. Hearing her question about Zhen Huan, she was so guilty that she dared not say a word, but Jingbai leaned forward and said with a smile on her face: "Mo Chou She is not in Ganlu Temple now, she has invited herself to practice at Lingyun Peak, if the empress wants to see her, I will send someone to call her over immediately."

Shen Meizhuang frowned and glanced at Jingbai, raised his handkerchief and wiped his tears: "No need. Pick up the moon, prepare the sedan chair, and I will go to Lingyun Peak in person."

"Yes." Caiyue bowed and bowed, then stepped back and ordered someone to prepare the sedan.

Jingbai and the host's expressions suddenly turned ugly. Jingbai repeatedly advised: "Mother, the snow has just stopped. The mountains are high and the roads are far away..."

Shen Meizhuang didn't listen at all.

She couldn't guess that the people in Ganlu Temple were no different from the people in the palace. They all watched the dishes. The Queen Mother stopped letting Fang Ruo out of the palace last year. It's strange that these people can treat Huan'er leniently.She didn't have an attack now because she wanted to see Zhen Huan's condition first.

Lingyun Peak is remote and secluded, and there are a few fat wild cats at the foot of the mountain. Thinking that Zhen Huan is most afraid of cats, Shen Meizhuang's heart hangs in an instant. Fortunately, all the way up the mountain, the wild cats can't be seen, but the surrounding area is very deserted. , the shadows of the trees are thick and thick, and it is unavoidable to be a little gloomy.

After finally arriving, Shen Meizhuang got off the sedan chair, walked up the steps, and saw a dilapidated hut around the corner.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Zhen Huan standing up to greet her. Before she said a word, she shed tears: "Huan'er, it's my fault that I didn't come to see you until now." She was pulled by Zhen Huan to sit down by the bed, holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes. He couldn't help but hold back and said, "We sisters have only seen each other after so many years. Why are we just crying?"

Zhen Huan saw that Shen Meizhuang was now dressed with dignity and her face was bright, and she knew that she was living a good life in the palace. However, her eyes were black and blue, and she looked a little haggard, and she couldn't help but feel a little bit in her heart.

Shen Meizhuang turned around and looked around, feeling dissatisfied: "You are so good, why do you ask my sister to live in such a remote place? It takes half an hour for me to come from Ganlu Temple, even by sedan chair. Ganlu Temple is Is this how you take care of a lady who leaves the palace to practice?"

"I've been sick some time ago, so I moved here to recuperate." Zhen Huan had long since lost her previous resentment. Instead, she thanked Jingbai for framing her back then and forced her to leave Ganlu Temple. Otherwise, how could she be the same today? Because of his marriage to Prince Guo, he no longer had the aura to guard Shenmeizhuang. Instead, he opened his mouth to save the host and said, "I don't do the host's business."

The host looked grateful: "Don't be merciful."

"Yes, yes, Mochou was moved out because he was ill." Jingbai hurriedly stepped forward to show his face, for fear of being punished.

Shen Meizhuang frowned, but didn't say anything more. He just said with a cold face: "You all go out and wait. I still have something to say to Mochou." Everyone responded and was about to leave, but she again He opened his mouth and said, "Let's just leave it to others. Master Jingbai is physically strong, so just sweep away the remaining snow on the road back to Gongshan for me."

Caiyue on the side was smart and immediately cut off what Jingbai wanted to say: "To show your filial piety to Concubine Hui, please complete it independently."

Jingbai's face was frozen for a moment. She looked at the host, then at Shen Meizhuang and Zhen Huan. Seeing that no one spoke anymore, she could only nod her head: "Yes."

The mountain road is high and far away, the heavy snow has just stopped, and the ground is covered with snow. This is really difficult and physically demanding work.But Jingbai also knew that Shen Meizhuang was standing up for Zhen Huan, and she had indeed bullied Zhen Huan, and she dared not beg for mercy now, but she felt irritated by Shangliu Zhu's sneering eyes.

"Why do you bother her like this?" Zhen Huan said with a wry smile.

Shen Meizhuang pursed his lips, only held her hand and said, "You have been wronged a lot in Ganlu Temple." Seeing her lowering her eyes and refusing to admit it, he added, "You are still hiding it from me like this, you are looking at me and you don't even know? You were deposed from the palace and sent away. There is no one in this world who doesn't worship the superior and despise the inferior. Even Buddhist temples are not exempt from vulgarity. I just wanted to see you, but Jingbai resisted. One said it was cold and the road was slippery. , I only said a few words in front of you, and she felt guilty like that, which shows that she bullied you a lot." She slowed down and then said, "I insulted her in front of you, and called her She has learned a lesson. Secondly, she will not think that you instigated me and make things more difficult for you."

Zhen Huan felt warm in her heart: "It's hard for my sister to be so careful."

"It's okay, it's okay. I just thought that you had suffered a lot, and I heard from the host that you were seriously ill and moved out of Ganlu Temple. I was so flustered on the way here. Now that I see you look good, I also I can rest assured." Shen Meizhuang said, tears welling up in his eyes again.

Zhen Huan saw something strange and couldn't help but ask: "My sister is now a concubine. What kind of important things require my sister to leave the palace in person? It's almost the end of the year, and the palace should be the busiest. At that time, did Rong'er ask her sister to come out of the palace to find me?"

Speaking of An Lingrong, Shen Meizhuang burst into tears. She calmed down her emotions so as not to lose her composure. She choked and said, "Rong'er, she can't hold on anymore..."

"Okay, what happened?" Zhen Huan's expression changed drastically.

She knows An Lingrong, she has always been strategizing, and her ability is especially superior to hers. I heard that she gave birth to a prince and became a noble concubine. Not long ago, she raised the flag with her family. The queen should not be able to shake her no matter what, but look. Shen Meizhuang's expression clearly indicated that something serious happened.

She suddenly remembered just now, and seemed to hear the mournful music of a funeral. She suddenly thought of something, and asked tremblingly: "Who died? Is it, is it... is it Hazy Moon?"

Shen Meizhuang shed tears and shook his head, crying: "It's Ankang."

(End of this chapter)