The Golden Partridge of An Lingrong's Rebirth

Lian means inheriting the ancestral vessel.

The emperor is not his legitimate son, and being born as a concubine has always been a pain point for him. Looking back, since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, from the ancestors to the holy ancestors, to the late emperors and himself, they have all been concubines. Therefore, after Yonglian was born, the emperor placed his highest hopes on him. In order to meet his high hopes, he secretly established the crown prince on Yonglian's full moon day and designated him as the crown prince.But now, Yong Lian died before his first birthday, which was a devastating blow to the emperor.

"Yonglian is the queen's son, my legitimate son. He has noble character and extraordinary spirit. He chose this name to imply the meaning of inheriting the ancestral weapon. I, the empress, abide by the inheritance style, personally write a secret edict, and call all the ministers to hide it in the palace. After the official announcement of the Qianqing Palace, he has been appointed as the Crown Prince although he has not yet been registered. Now that he has passed away, all ceremonies will be marked with the Crown Prince Ceremony..." The Emperor wrote in his own handwriting, every word is filled with blood and tears, and he finished the last word Later, he lay at his desk and cried endlessly. The cold wind whistled wantonly outside the window, and the candlelight in the Hall of Nourishing Heart flickered.

In Jing'an Manor, the Queen endured day by day, almost blinding her eyes from crying. She was devastated from the beginning, and now her heart is as gray as death, as if her soul has been drained out, and her soul has been drained. Crushed to pieces, Yuguiren stood by her side without saying a word, like an unconscious sculpture.

"Queen, it's late at night, let's go back." Sui Lan walked to the Queen holding the cloak, and put the cloak on her with worried eyes, "If you stay up like this, don't make me suffer, Your Majesty." According to the decree, the second elder brother was buried with the ceremony of the crown prince, and the posthumous title of Duanhui was given..."

"Yong Lian is dead, who did he do this for?" The queen's voice was hoarse, and her dry eyes could no longer shed a single tear.

Sui Lan was speechless and lowered her head deeply.

Prince Duanhui passed away, and there was no joy in the palace. White palace lanterns were hung at the entrances of each palace. When they were lit at night, the dimly illuminated long street became more and more cold and lonely. There were people crying in the hall day and night, and the gloomy darkness was mixed with it. The wails of the miserable wind and rain, and the splendor of the palace were all turned into lifeless chaos at this moment.

The queen was grieving excessively, and the funeral ceremony was completely delegated to Zhen Huan. She personally took care of everything, even the smallest details, and everything was thoughtful and decent. Time passed by in the pain day after day. As time went by, unknowingly, the power in the palace once again moved closer to Zhen Huan, and the queen was immersed in the pain of losing her son and no longer had the energy to deal with the affairs of the Sixth Palace.

"Since Prince Duanhui died of illness, the pure concubine has been having nightmares for the past few days, and her spirits have deteriorated a lot. Weichen has repeatedly told her to have a good rest, but she still stayed awake at night, telling her that someone wanted to harm her, and Weichen also It's impossible." Wei Lin reported to Zhen Huan back and forth, speaking sincerely, "Please ask the Queen Mother to take care of the pure concubine and the dragon fetus in her belly. If she continues to suffer like this, I'm afraid..."

Zhen Huan sighed softly: "He is also a poor child." She raised her eyes and said to Cui Jinxi, "Go there in person and tell her to be at ease and take care of herself." After a pause, she added, "Let me go again. The captain of the guard will dispatch a team to Zhongcui Palace and be sure to protect the pure concubine mother and son."

Cui Jinxi leaned over and accepted the order and left.

An Lingrong was sitting aside peeling peanuts and asked quietly: "Physician Wei, the Ai family has heard that Chunbi has been having a fever these days. Is it okay?"

"Back to the Empress Dowager, pregnant people will have body heat during pregnancy. This is normal, as long as it is not a high fever." Wei Lin's eyes flickered, he raised his head and looked straight at An Lingrong, which meant a lot. She laughed heartily, "Besides, the pure concubine has a strong qi and blood, so it is not surprising to have fever occasionally. Even the doctor Qi said that the pure concubine has a gentle constitution, which is a good foundation for pregnancy."

"That's good." An Lingrong slowly crushed the peeled peanuts with a slight smile on his lips.

The woman who got pregnant had a good foundation, but unfortunately, the person who got her pregnant had a completely bad foundation.

The pure concubine's child was born after the first lunar month. She suffered for a whole day and night before she struggled to give birth to a frail prince. She stopped breathing as soon as she hit the ground. The emperor looked at the infant child who was as thin as a sick cat. , kept muttering "Impossible, this is impossible", and Chunbi fainted directly after learning that the child had died.

In the middle of winter when the snow is falling, the weather is so cold that people can't help but shiver, as if someone has stuffed a large piece of ice into their body, so cold that even the blood freezes.

Yu Guiren watched helplessly as the blood under the pure concubine grew more and more, flowing to the ground and blooming into a bloody flower. She raised her head and saw that the emperor's face was as pale as paper, as if he had aged in an instant and was no longer there. He lost his former heroic self, with despair and confusion all over his body. He seemed confused and grieved. His pale lips were constantly moving. As he got closer, he vaguely heard a few words: "It's impossible...forever." Zhang and Yongzhang should...should not have died young...Why...are they all lying to me? Could it be...that they are all fake..."

The emperor raised his head with some collapse, and suddenly looked into Mr. Yugui's eyes. His voice was trembling: "Haiyuan, why...why did another child of mine die? Why did my children die one after another after I ascended the throne?" Is God punishing me?" He stretched out his hand to tightly restrain Yu Guiren's arm, his expression almost crazy, "Do I have to lose the prosperity of future generations after I have gained the glory of the Nine-Five Supreme Being?"

Yu Guiren looked at him quietly. Waves of sharp pain came up in her arms, but she seemed unaware. She looked out the window, and the white palace lanterns in the corridor had not been removed. She thought of the queen's thin back in the Changchun Palace, when she was crying. The hanging neck was so fragile that it seemed that it could be broken with just a little force. Her mind suddenly moved. She pushed the emperor away with some disgust and staggered out of Zhongcui Palace.

"Your Majesty, be careful."

Yu Guiren was helped by someone, and after taking a look, he saw that it was Dill next to An Lingrong.

"The road is slippery in the snow. You should be careful when walking. It will be bad if you fall." Dill smiled lightly. After bowing to Mr. Yu, he was about to walk into Zhongcui Palace, but he was stopped by Mr. Yu. .

Yu Guiren walked up to Dill and forced her to look at him: "The two children in succession are the fault of your master?" Her pupils shook violently and she lowered her voice, "Prince Duanhui, what happened? How did you die?"

Dill's smile was flawless. She shook her head silently, lowered her eyes and bowed again without saying anything.

Yu Guiren stood stiffly on the spot, feeling extremely cold all over his body.

If something happens to two princes in a row, there will inevitably be rumors in the palace.

Some people say that someone deliberately murdered the emperor's heir in order to cut off the royal lineage; others say that the emperor's virtue is not worthy of the throne, which leads to the repeated deaths of the princes; others say that there are too many innocent souls in the palace and the evil spirit is so strong that the emperor should Do a great ritual to save the souls of the dead.

There are countless others like this. In the end, Zhen Huan controlled these rumors with thunderous force and investigated at all levels. Anyone who made such remarks was not let go. For a time, the palace was filled with panic and everyone was in danger. Even Hui, who was usually high-profile and public, was in danger. The imperial concubines closed the palace doors tightly and did not leave the house.

However, as soon as the rumors in the palace subsided, rumors spread outside the palace. The most common saying was that "the emperor's virtue is not worthy of his place, and God is giving warnings one after another." "He should be very worried now." An Lingrong looked lovingly at Honghao who was writing big characters in the distance, but his words seemed to be mixed with broken ice, "I heard that he mentioned it to the previous court a while ago. Zhang Tingyu retorted on the spot about the attack on Jinchuan, and the emperor was very angry." She supported her chin and slowly took out the waste charcoal from the stove, "Zhang Tingyu is a veteran of three dynasties, and the emperor's anger angered a lot of people. Old minister."

Zhen Huan just smiled and said: "There are already people in the court who are dissatisfied and secretly planning to surround the new master." She dipped her fingertips in tea and slowly wrote a five-character sentence on the table, "The late emperor once said when he was still alive. However, I was naughty with the prince, and I never cared about him as a countryman. Now that the Holy One has lost his virtue, someone actually has his idea and wants to make him the new king."

"I have never seen this prince." An Lingrong raised his eyebrows slightly, "I heard that he behaves wildly, spends his days drinking and drinking, and also likes to handle funerals for others. Who wants to support him if he is so out of tune? he?"

Zhen Huan said an unexpected name: "Prince Zhuang."

An Lingrong was stunned for a moment and repeated in disbelief: "Prince Zhuang?"

"Yes, you are also surprised, right?" Zhen Huan pursed her lips and chuckled, "Prince Zhuang was assigned by the late emperor to assist the emperor. Ever since the emperor established the Military Aircraft Department again and excluded him overtly and covertly, he has I feel disillusioned, but he really has bad taste and has chosen the wrong person. It is too ridiculous to do things with the prince. He even had a fight with Ne Qin in the court before. How can such a person be the emperor? "

"Prince Zhuang probably has no way out." An Lingrong held the stove and leaned on the soft pillow. "Before the death of the late emperor, he appointed Zhang Tingyu, Ertai, Prince Zhuang and Prince Guo as auxiliary ministers. Now Zhang Tingyu and Ertai has all joined the Military Aircraft Department, and Prince Guo has also been appointed to important positions. Only Prince Zhuang has been ignored and thrown aside. How can he not be anxious?"

"As the saying goes, seek medical treatment if you are in urgent need." Zhen Huan sighed sadly, looking slightly dazed. It was probably because she hadn't heard her old friend's name for a long time, so An Lingrong just mentioned it briefly, and she Feeling nostalgic, "I don't know if Hong Zhao is having a good time with him..."

From Prince Guo's Mansion, the sound of reading could be heard loudly.

"A guest came from afar and left me a piece of silk. We are thousands of miles apart, but my old friend's heart is still there. Literary talents are two mandarin ducks, cut into acacia quilts. The long love is longing, and the relationship is inextricable. With glue and paint, who can say goodbye? this……"

Prince Guo looked tenderly at Hong Zhao, who was reading, and seemed to see his young self, standing by the window, reading fluently.

Seventeen Fujin, who was not far away, looked at this scene with a ruthless light flashing in his eyes. He couldn't help but clenched his fingers tightly into fists. The old lady beside him whispered: "Fujin, the prince is really similar to our prince. This The eyebrows and eyes are as if they were carved out of the same mold. I also heard that the Queen Mother of Shoukang Palace once had an unknown past with the prince. This..."

"Shut up!" Seventeen Fujin scolded in a low voice, but the words of blame were not uttered.

She touched her flat belly. Reluctance and anger filled her heart, making it impossible for her to feel any joy at Hong Zhao's arrival. She gritted her teeth and turned around to leave.What she didn't know was that every move, every word she said, and even the subtle changes in expressions and ups and downs of emotions were caught in the eyes of Cai Lan in the corner.

"Your Majesty, Fujin has just arrived." Cai Lan appeared behind Prince Guo and whispered.

Prince Guo's eyes were still on Hong Zhao, and he only said coldly: "Find a time to deal with it. Since she can't tolerate Hong Zhao, I have no reason to keep her anymore." He said it very casually, and then It's like talking about something insignificant.

Cailan lowered his eyes and accepted the order. Just as he was about to retreat, he heard Prince Guo say: "Cailan, how long have you been following this king?"

"My slave is seventeen this year." Cai Lan replied with a wooden face. She was abandoned by the roadside when she was just born. It was the prince who picked her up. She has been with the prince for as many years as she is.

"My time is running out, Hong Zhao will be entrusted to your care from now on." Prince Guo coughed twice, "Come here, I have something to tell you."

Cai Lan looked at Prince Guo sadly, like a lost pony about to lose the old horse that guided her.

"Try to find a way to tell Concubine Ning in the palace that the current Holy Emperor cannot tolerate me and has someone give me chronic poison, which led to my tragic death." Prince Guo spoke slowly but clearly. "Remember?"

"Your Majesty, that poison was clearly forced by the late Emperor to take it. How could you..." Cailan lost her composure in a rare moment. Her eyes widened in anger and dissatisfaction, and her eyes were filled with mist. "Why are you so protective, Your Majesty?" Where is the Queen Mother of Shoukang Palace? She has obviously abandoned the prince."

"Cai Lan, I know that you like Jingxian, so you have always held a grudge against Huan'er. However, I am about to die and the only person who can be used is you. Don't let me down." Prince Guo's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at Cai Lan sharply, then raised his eyes to look at Hong Zhao, "She is in a difficult situation in the palace, otherwise she wouldn't have tried every means to get Hong Zhao out of the palace. Before I die, I must eliminate all potential dangers for her. He looked at Cai Lan steadily, "Otherwise, this king will not be able to rest in peace until his death."

Cailan knelt down with tears in her eyes: "I will remember what the prince told me."

When the news came that Prince Guo was seriously ill, Zhen Huan was still sewing this year's summer clothes for Hong Zhao. When she lost her mind, she pricked her finger hard with the tip of the needle, and bright red blood suddenly fell down drop by drop. She sat in a daze for a long time. When time almost stopped for her, she asked in a low voice: "How is Hong Zhao?"

"Seventeen Fujin stayed with the prince day and night and had no time to take care of the prince, so the prince took his personal maid Jiang as his concubine and entrusted the prince to her care." Cui Jinxi said truthfully, "The Queen Mother does not need to worry."

Zhen Huan nodded stiffly: "Okay, that's good."

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