The Golden Partridge of An Lingrong's Rebirth

The night was deep, the moonlight was as clear as frost, and a small sedan slowly walked along the silent long street. Su Peisheng carefully escorted it all the way until the sedan was carried into the Yongshou Palace, and he did not feel relieved to leave.

Su Peisheng's front foot had just left, and An Lingrong's back foot had arrived.

There was no one serving in the Yongshou Palace, and even Liu Zhu and Xiao Yunzi were temporarily detained. Except for the candlelight lit in the main hall, this palace that had been graced with constant grace was as cold as a cold palace.

Approaching the main hall, An Lingrong heard Cui Jinxi whispering in a low voice: "...The emperor must still want to hear what the empress has to say, so he ordered to go to the Yangxin Hall tomorrow to have an audience. The empress must make plans early..."

An Lingrong didn't hear Zhen Huan's answer. She walked slowly into the side hall and asked Dill to put out the cakes he brought one by one. Then he asked her to retreat outside and wait. After a long time, Zhen Huan finally brought a Walking in steamy.

See you again, it seems like a lifetime away.

An Lingrong and Zhen Huan looked at each other and couldn't help but blush slightly. They held hands tightly and silently expressed their longing for each other.

"The past year when you were in a coma, life in the palace was really boring. Concubine Jin has been disheartened since she lost her child. She chants sutras all day long and keeps company with green lanterns. Originally, she thought she Her life is not long, but now it seems that God has favored her and spared her life." Zhen Huan slowly talked about what happened in the palace over the past year, "Ms. Wen Gui is young and energetic. She can't bear the loneliness and is living alone with the guards. The imperial concubine was caught on the spot. In order to save her face, the imperial concubine had her strangled to death. The public only said that Wen Guiren died suddenly. But because of this, the imperial concubine's health became worse and worse. Kang Guiren was at peace. Quite a few, but now I can talk to Concubine Xin, and she always invites Fu Gui and Sun to agree to go to Chuxiu Palace to play leaf cards. Concubine Jing is devoted to taking care of the sixth brother, Concubine Shun is guarding you every day, and Concubine Ning is serving in front of the emperor. More."

"Sister has said so much, why didn't she mention herself?" An Lingrong held a piece of golden fish antler for Zhen Huan with chopsticks, raised his eyes with a smile, tilted his head slightly and said, "Sister, every ten days He would come to see me once and sit in Chengxi Hall for a whole day. Honghao was always taken care of by his sister. In order to take care of him, her sister also sent Yang'er to Concubine Xin and my mother's house. Since I After his father died of illness, Uncle Zhen took great care of Xuan'er..."

Zhen Huan ate slowly, and when she heard the last word, she couldn't help but look up: "Have you met your wife?" Things in the palace were fine, as Concubine Shun and Dill would always say, but things outside the palace were not so good. Asked.

"The next day after I woke up, Madam came to the palace to visit and told me a lot." An Lingrong said it lightly. In fact, Zhao Xuan didn't know much. Most of it was Zhou Nan who came from Ji He. Got the news.

Zhen Huan nodded clearly and said with a smile: "In fact, I didn't take care of much. With your father in front of you, Mr. Xiao An is very important to the emperor. He will definitely be an important minister in the court in the future." After a slight pause, he continued, "It's not easy. I wait until you wake up, but I don’t want you to have to work hard for me as soon as you wake up.”

"I've been sleeping for too long, and I've become stiff. I just want to use this matter to refresh my brain, otherwise I'll become a fool." An Lingrong joked, making Zhen Huan smile, and then said, "Now that the matter is over, Sister, have you ever thought about becoming a prince?"

Zhen Huan was slightly startled: "Prince Guo?"

"Today afternoon, Duke Meng entered the palace with a gold medal for immunity from death. The emperor forgave Prince Guo for his crime of treason and made him a prince. He led the troops to garrison at Yanming Pass. He is not allowed to return to the capital without an edict." An Lingrong slowly said He said, "Meng Guogong made this decision probably because of Meng Jingxian's consideration. It is said that he dotes on this daughter very much."

"Seventeen Fujin has a deep love for the prince, and the Meng family has devoted all their efforts for the prince. This is the true golden marriage." Zhen Huan's face was calm, with tears flashing in her eyes, but there was a relieved smile at the corner of her mouth, "Rong'er, the world is so big and the years are so long, but the time that belongs to him and I has come to an end long ago. There is nothing to be attached to anymore. My happiest time stayed at Lingyun Peak. No matter whether he is sincere to me or not, I have a clear conscience.”

"This is the Zhen Huan I know." An Lingrong nodded, smiled and stretched out his hand to hold her, "The palace is lonely, but my sister has me and the children, so she can always live her life."

Zhen Huan raised her eyebrows and smiled, finally able to face everything calmly, whether it was Prince Guo or the Emperor.

"This matter is caused by my concubine, and I am willing to accept the emperor's punishment." The next day, Zhen Huan came to the Yangxin Hall dressed up, and her conversation was as calm as water.

The emperor's voice seemed to come from far away. I don't know if it was Zhen Huan's illusion, but she always felt that there was a bit of intolerance and pity in this voice: "Of course I want to punish you, but I want to punish you for more than just one thing. It's just that several crimes are punished at the same time, which makes me confused about where to start." He sighed softly, "I see you have lost a lot of weight, I must be thinking about your mistakes in the Old Summer Palace. Su Peisheng, please take Concubine Xi back to the palace. .”

He didn't say anything, yet seemed to say everything.

Zhen Huan raised her eyes and looked at the Emperor in surprise. She really couldn't understand the Emperor.On the one hand, he gave her harsh words and asked her to marry Moge, but on the other hand, he let the wedding sedan go and come back, trapping her in Bitong Academy for more than a month. Before coming today, Zhen Huan had even prepared to be raped again. She had made useless preparations, but the emperor, who should have been furious, let the matter pass so lightly, which made her feel a little guilty.Zhen Huan was stunned in place, and suddenly heard the emperor say: "These days you have been ill, your children have missed you very much, and Rong'er. She has not recovered yet, so she misses you very much. Go and see them." ."

In a daze, Zhen Huan seemed to see some love in the emperor's eyes, and her heart suddenly felt intense pain.

The emperor pursed his lips tightly and looked at Zhen Huan's staggering back as she left. There was an inexplicable look in his eyes. He always felt that his heart was filled with panic. He didn't mention it until he was chatting with An Lingrong during lunch: "That's how I forgive Xi." My dear concubine, will you indulge her?"

"The emperor regrets forgiving my sister?" An Lingrong slowly served the emperor with dishes and joked with a smile, "If the emperor regrets it, he can just keep his sister cold during this period and not see her. Why bother to get into trouble by himself? Isn't it about the affairs of the government?" Isn’t that enough for the Emperor to worry about? It’s about the fourth elder brother’s wedding and Wen Yi’s selection of a son-in-law that the Emperor should start to worry about.”

"That's right." The emperor let out a deep breath and took the lettuce and old duck soup from An Lingrong. "In order to honor the Queen Mother, the wedding of Hongli and Fucha was delayed for a year. It should be done. If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid a bastard will be born."

An Lingrong blinked slightly and asked, "Is Ulanara pregnant?"

"It's not Ulanala Qingying, it's Gege who was sent by the Fucha family for a trial marriage. The good news came in February this year, and it's almost seven months now." Speaking of this, the emperor was not necessarily very happy, but rather a little bit Angry, "One of the concubines got pregnant before his wife came to the house. After all, Hongli lost his sense of proportion."

"I think that Fucha Gege is quite capable. He was able to conceive a child in just a few months. I guess he has a good foundation in childbirth." An Lingrong laughed twice and said, "Wait until the child is born. My dear, the emperor is afraid that it will be too late for him to love me."

The emperor couldn't help but also laughed twice: "Speaking of children, I am thinking of our Honghao. That child is very stable and has not yet been enlightened. When it comes to poetry, books and history, he is not inferior to his two brothers. I am thinking In a few years, we will make him the crown prince, Rong'er, what do you think?"

"Your Majesty, Honghao is neither his direct descendant nor his eldest son. He is still less than six years old. He cannot judge whether he is virtuous or not. I am afraid that he cannot afford it." An Lingrong was neither overjoyed nor overly cowardly. He just said matter-of-factly. , "Your Majesty, actually the fourth elder brother is the most suitable candidate."

The emperor was silent for a while, then dropped the topic: "Let's wait a little longer, there's no rush."

The cold autumn wind blows into the Forbidden City thousands of times. The moon goes round and round, alternating with the bright sunshine. Day after day, the life in the harem becomes more and more peaceful as time goes by. Like water.

Occasionally, Zhen Huan would imagine how cold the wind at Yanming Pass must be, and how lonely the scenery outside the Great Wall must be. Apart from that, there was nothing else. Most of the time, she would kneel in front of the bookcase and deal with trivial matters in the harem. Now, Concubine Duanhuang was ill in bed, and she was in charge of the Sixth Palace alone. Under the shroud of power, she was no longer obsessed with the emperor's love, and she no longer relied on the emperor's favor. Although she was still in the position of concubine, she was already in the same position. back.

And An Lingrong became more and more favored by the emperor, and no one in the harem could challenge her status. Unlike Zhen Huan, she preferred to drink tea and chat with her familiar concubines in her free time, and watch the children playing, as if Watching the children grow up day by day, you can count the days as they pass.

It wasn't until early winter came, when the news that An Lingrong was pregnant again and that the imperial concubine was seriously ill and dying came at the same time, did the harem once again stir up trouble.

"The imperial concubine's health was not good to begin with. She looked better after careful nursing over the years. However, during the period when the empress just fell ill, the imperial concubine Xi couldn't bear the blow. When she fell ill, the palace was in chaos. Concubine Xin had a soft temper, and Concubine Xin had a bad temper. Guiwen Wen and Guiren Kang were jumping up and down in the palace and could not live peacefully for a day. As a last resort, the emperor temporarily left the matter of commanding the Sixth Palace to the hands of Concubine Huang, and her body was at that time. It's so overwhelming that since this year, she has been lingering on the hospital bed and can't even get up." Daukou supported An Lingrong and walked slowly towards Yanqing Hall, "Now that Princess Wen Yi's marriage has been decided, the emperor The imperial concubine probably has nothing to worry about anymore."

An Lingrong only felt sad. She gently caressed her flat belly that was not yet pregnant, closed her eyes, let out a long breath, and walked slowly into Yanqing Hall.

"You're here." The imperial concubine was leaning on the bedside, drinking medicine. When she saw An Lingrong coming in, she suddenly raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Sit down quickly."

"Sister looks much better today, I'm afraid she's about to get better." An Lingrong smiled and sat down by the bed.

The setting here is to observe mourning for the Queen Mother for one year.