The Golden Partridge of An Lingrong's Rebirth

"You have such a cruel heart." Qi Guiren's eyes were red with hatred, and he shed tears unconsciously, "Zhen Huan, even if you have no affair with Wen Shichu, do you dare to swear that he has no selfish intentions for you? You and him We have known each other since we were young, and he has been protecting you like a jade and has not married yet!" There was madness in her eyes, and her laughter cut through the air like a crow in the dark night, "Do you dare to let him come over now, in front of everyone, in front of everyone? In front of the emperor, he swore on his family and his parents that he had never had any inappropriate feelings towards the emperor’s woman!”

"Guarjia, watch your words." Zhen Huan's scalp exploded, cold sweat broke out from the roots of her hair, and she clenched her hands tightly. All the previous things were not as powerful as this nonsense. If this seed of suspicion is planted, The emperor could never tolerate Wen Shichu.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Wen does have someone in his heart, but the one he loves is not Concubine Xi!" A clear female voice said. An Lingdan stood at the door panting, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and a twinkle in her eyes. Bright light, "The person Lord Wen loves most is his daughter."

Qi Guiren looked at An Lingdan blankly, laughed suddenly, and then cried loudly, crawling to the emperor: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I am sincere to you. I have served you for many years, why do you only have this heart in your heart?" Remember that bitch who bumped into you! Your Majesty..."

The emperor looked down at Qi Gui's crying face and said softly: "Pull her down." He ignored Qi Gui's screams when he was dragged away, and waved An Lingdan to come forward, "You mean, you have an affair with Wen Shichu The person I love is actually you?"

An Lingdan knelt down without being humble or arrogant, and after saluting, he said: "It's not a personal relationship, it's just a mutual love. Your Majesty, your servant fell in love with Mr. Wen at first sight, but you also know that having no matchmaker or betrothed is fornication. So Mr. Wen promised my daughter to come to propose marriage in the spring of this year." She lowered her eyes slightly, "But the eldest sister did not agree with the matter between my daughter and Mr. Wen. She was worried that my daughter would be bullied in the future if she got married, and she even scolded her. Your Majesty, please have a meal…”

The emperor heard it interesting and couldn't help but ask: "Wen Shichu is about to have a baby now. What do you like about him?"

An Lingdan's face was crimson, and he smiled innocently and brightly, with stars twinkling in his eyes: "My daughter likes him to be serious and responsible in doing things, gentle and attentive to others, and calm and measured in life. She also likes that he is so anxious to make my daughter happy. She was sweating profusely, and she liked the way he racked his brains to bring a gift to my daughter, but was too careful not to take it out..." She looked straight at the emperor, with sincere love in her eyes, "My daughter likes it. He is because of who he is. As long as he is Wen Shichu, no matter what he looks like, all my daughters will like him."

"Haha, Rong'er is so disappointed that he wants to be the one to beat the couple." The emperor smiled loudly, waved his hand and said, "Why should we be afraid of the disparity in family background? Since Rong'er is afraid that you will be bullied after marrying into the Wen family, I will give the Wen family a What's wrong with grace!" He raised his hand to signal An Lingdan to stand up, "Just because of your courage, I will make the decision to grant you a marriage."

Everyone laughed, as if this was a happy and perfect ending.

However, happiness always ended abruptly. Xiao Jinzi ran in and knelt on the ground in grief, kowtowed, and cried: "Your Majesty, Concubine Hui is bleeding profusely and is dead..."

The pear blossoms on the broken Yuxuan tree fell like snow. An Lingrong stood under the tree, looking up numbly at the slightly white sky. Mrs. Shen's sharp mournful voice came to his ears, cutting through the gloomy pre-dawn mood. In the darkness, she closed her eyes, and a drop of rain fell on her eyebrows. Then, the continuous drizzle turned into a heavy rain, hitting her body painfully. The moss under the palace wall grew wantonly in the humid air, spreading into her heart, reflecting A deserted place as cold as death.

An Lingrong recalled in a trance that winter, when Zhen Huan had just left the palace, and they were very weak to the queen. It happened that she had just become pregnant with Hong Hao. Shen Meizhuang was worried all day long, worried that she would be hungry, so he cooked delicious food every day. He asked someone to bring her, but he was worried that she would be frozen, so he brought a lot of red radish charcoal and burned Weiyang Palace warm.

That day, An Lingrong was taking a nap. When she opened her eyes dimly, she saw Shen Meizhuang sitting on the bedside embroidering a tiger head hat. He smiled and scolded her: "How old are you? You still kick the quilt when you sleep, and you are not afraid of getting a cold stomach." Her smile was beautiful and peaceful. The golden sunlight reflected behind her through the window and fell on her eyelashes. It was so beautiful that it was unreal. "Come and help me look at this tiger head hat. I can't embroider this tiger beard well." .”

An Lingrong held her hand and stood up, playing beside her and laughing together.

The memory shattered suddenly, like a mirror falling, shattering into silver light all over the ground.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. In the bedroom, Wen Shichu cried until her voice became hoarse. Shen Meizhuang, who was lying in his arms, looked as pale and transparent as fresh snow. She whispered softly: "Shichu, live well and grow up with your child, forever and ever. , Don't let him be bullied... If there is an afterlife..." She leaned gently on Wen Shichu's chest, slowly closed her eyes, and her plain white hands fell on the snow-white bed.

The cold wind howled outside the window, and the coolness penetrated in, like a sharp knife piercing the heart.

It's so cold.

In the rain curtain, there was a person running towards me. It was Zhen Huan.Her skirt was soaked, her dancing eyes flashed with uneasiness, and she looked at An Lingrong with despair and a hint of hope. Then she swayed for a moment, pushed her away, and stumbled into the bedroom.

A moment later, Zhen Huan's grief-stricken cries came from the bedroom. An Lingrong fell down on the cold bluestone bricks in front of the palace, wailing uncontrollably.

Sister Mei is gone, and Sister Mei, who has been with her and Zhen Huan for many years, will never be seen again.

The rain on that day lasted for the entire spring, and the harem was shrouded in a wet sadness. A deep shadow was cast in everyone's hearts, and no one mentioned anything that happened that day.

The Queen Mother deeply regretted the death of Shen Meizhuang, and ordered that all funeral ceremonies should be carried out according to the rituals of the imperial concubine, so as to honor her after her death. She also named the ninth elder brother Hong Yang, and after learning what happened that night, She asked the queen to take good care of her health and not to have to interfere with palace affairs in the future, leaving all the power to Zhen Huan.

After the funeral, An Lingrong fell seriously ill and never appeared in public again. On this day, Zhen Huan came to Weiyang Palace to visit her brother Jiu. "Look at you, you have been sick for more than a month and you have lost weight again." Zhen Huan scooped a bowl of red date soup for An Lingrong and told her to drink it while it was hot. "The emperor's imperial decree for Dan'er and Wen Shichu's marriage has been issued. The wedding is scheduled for next spring, so you have to hurry up on the engagement." After a pause, she hesitated and asked, "Does Dan'er know about Wen Shichu and Sister Mei?"

An Lingrong drank the red date soup slowly, looking down at the clear soup base: "I guess I've guessed it."

On the day Shenmeizhuang sealed the coffin, An Lingdan saw with his own eyes that Wen Shichu placed a small jade pot in Shenmeizhuang's hand when no one was around, with deep affection in his eyes.After she came back and cried a lot, she started embroidering the wedding dress again the next day, as if nothing had happened.

An Lingrong asked her if she had any regrets. She said, "If I don't regret it, I would be satisfied if I could be by his side."

"Since it's the path she chose, let her go." An Lingrong said lightly, put aside the red date soup that he didn't drink twice, and turned to look at Zhen Huan, "Sister, have you been paying attention lately? Have you passed Yurao and Shenbeile?"

"Shen Beile?" Zhen Huan opened her eyes slightly in surprise.

"On the third day of Crying Spirit, I saw Yurao sewing the cuffs of Shen Beile at the door of Broken Yuxuan. The two of them were very close to each other and their gestures were intimate. I saw that Shen Beile was somewhat interested in Yurao." An Ling Rong said slowly, her eyes falling on Hong Yang in Zhen Huan's arms, "Sister, all of her focus has been on Brother Ninth lately, so I guess she didn't notice this."

Zhen Huan sighed softly: "I came to you today because of Yurao's matter." She asked Jiu Age to be carried down, and turned back to An Lingrong and whispered, "A few days ago, the emperor didn't know Why, I suddenly rewarded Yurao with a pair of parallel begonias, and yesterday I fell in love with her again and gave her Cui Bai's "Qiupu Rongbin Pictures". I tried a few words from the emperor, but the emperor didn't say anything else. "

An Lingrong thought of the scene that night when the emperor abandoned Shenmeizhuang to protect his ninth elder brother, and a trace of boredom flashed in his heart: "Sister, do you think the emperor is attracted to Yurao?"

"I hope I'm overthinking it." Zhen Huan's suspicion was not groundless. She had seen some clues in the Queen's Palace that night, but after all, her age was there, and she didn't want to think too much about the emperor, so she moved on. Talking about other things, "The Emperor neglected the Queen, but he was thinking about the old relationship with Queen Chunyuan and was protected by the Queen Mother, so he couldn't help it. After all, he did not punish her severely. As for the noble lady you mentioned..."

An Lingrong's eyes flashed: "She is dead?"

"Well, on the third day after Sister Mei died, she committed suicide by swallowing gold in Yikun Palace. When the palace maid found out, she was already stiff." Zhen Huan was very puzzled and angry about this, "Why on earth did she do this? Do this?" If Lady Yu hadn't let Lu E know the news and alarmed Shen Meizhuang several times, it wouldn't have resulted in a tragedy.

"I probably guessed something." An Lingrong looked indifferent, looking at the smoke rising from the incense burner. He wanted to laugh, but couldn't find the strength. "Back then, Min Bin killed Ankang. I forced her to Damn it, Mr. Yu must have settled this account on my head. As for why he took action against Sister Mei, he probably wanted to use this to make me and the Queen fight to death, and use the Queen's hand to get rid of me."

An Lingrong guessed right or wrong.

Before Min Bin died, she told Yu Guiren that the person who killed her was the queen, and Yu Guiren always kept this in mind. However, she was too weak to shake the big tree of the queen, so she wanted to use her A knife, a powerful knife that can help her take revenge - An Lingrong is this knife.

The noble lady didn't know that An Lingrong had a blood feud with the queen. She had been dormant for so long and even pretended to join the queen to help stir up trouble. The blood test was a God-given opportunity for her.

At first, Shen Meizhuang was alarmed, just to hold An Lingrong back and allow the Queen to trap Zhen Huan. Later, when she was alarmed again, she made up her mind to force Shen Meizhuang to death - whether it was Zhen Huan or Shen Meizhuang, as long as one of them was eliminated, An Lingrong and the queen will fight to the death, and after that, there is no need for the noble lady to do anything, An Lingrong will help her get revenge.

As for suicide...

"The Jade Lady's firmness is so similar to that of Concubine Hua back then." Zhen Huan sighed, "Maybe there is no one or thing in this palace that she cares about anymore."

"Who knows." An Lingrong glanced at the sky outside the window, her eyes filled with desolation. She suddenly asked, "Sister, if I die one day, don't bury me in the imperial mausoleum. Burn me, turn me into ashes, and fly out of this imperial city..."

"Rong'er! What nonsense are you talking about!" Zhen Huan was so shocked that her tone of voice almost changed, and she interrupted An Lingrong sharply, with a trembling voice, "I always dream these days, dreaming about Sister Hemei before entering the palace. When we are together, I always feel that she is still there." She blinked her eyes gently, hiding her sad voice, "I have known Sister Mei for nearly 20 years, and she just left like this, and I never even saw her for the last time... ...Rong'er, besides Sister Mei, you are the only one who will accompany me through thick and thin. When I gave birth that day, you cried and said don't let me leave you, so from now on, you can't leave me." She looked at An Ling Rong said slowly, "Rong'er, take good care of yourself. I'll wait for you to get better."

An Lingrong unconsciously had tears in his eyes: "Okay." (End of Chapter)