The Golden Partridge of An Lingrong's Rebirth

Prince He stood there with a blank look on his face and scratched his head: "Empress Dowager, I'd better forget it. If the emperor wakes up and finds out that I am taking care of the court, he must kill me directly." He waved his hands repeatedly. , with a face full of rejection, and even though Prince Zhuang winked behind him until his face almost cramped, he remained unmoved.

An Lingrong didn't expect that Prince He would say such words directly, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

It was Zhang Tingyu who stood up to the rescue and said: "It's just a false name. If Prince He really cares..." He turned to look at An Lingrong and said loudly, "Why don't Prince He, Runbeile and Ruibele manage the government together? Things can be easily negotiated."

"That's fine." An Lingrong nodded, "Prince He, you are the eldest, so you should take more care of your brothers."

"Okay, I will comply with the emperor's decree." Prince He curled his lips and agreed reluctantly.

There is no need to worry about the affairs of the court for the time being, but the affairs of the harem are heart-breaking. On one side, the emperor is seriously injured and unconscious, and he is lying on his back. On the other side, the concubine is frightened and has difficulty giving birth, and is in a hurry. Over at Qinzheng Hall, Zhen Huan has passed away, and her life is long. Naturally, An Lingrong stayed behind to take charge of the palace.

The mournful screams of the concubines came from the side hall. The maids were carrying basin after basin of blood in and out. The rich smell of blood spread. The pure concubine who was accompanying An Lingrong couldn't help but cover her mouth. She walked aside and retched, clutching the handkerchief tightly, as if remembering the scene on the day she gave birth, her face turned pale.

An Lingrong noticed her discomfort and said quietly: "It's enough that the Ai family is here to watch. You should go back to the palace to rest first."

"Thank you, Queen Mother, for your concern. I am fine." The pure concubine's face turned blue, but she still managed to stay. Her hand firmly held the hand of the maid next to her, as if this could alleviate some of the fear in her heart. , "The Imperial Concubine is unwell, and Concubine Xian's sister was injured while trying to save the Emperor. If I only care about myself, I really am not worthy of being a human being."

An Lingrong nodded silently and followed her.

Waiting always makes people feel anxious, especially in such a situation. Although there is a brazier in the side hall, it can't be warmed up. The cold wind leaks in from the gaps in the windows, intertwining with the warm heat. It makes my heart feel hot and cold, as if it is divided into two seasons, alternating back and forth between cold winter and warm spring.

She didn't know how long it had passed, but An Lingrong finally heard a faint cry of a baby. The fatigue from staying up all night dissipated in an instant. She was just about to get up and go in for a look, but she heard noisy and panicked noises coming from inside. He couldn't help but asked in a cold voice: "What's going on?"

Po Wen rolled out of the side hall and knelt down in front of An Lingrong with trembling hands and feet: "Reporting to the Queen Mother, Concubine Jia gave birth to a little brother, but, but..." She trembled violently. After a moment, he closed his eyes hard, "But the little brother was not pregnant enough, so he passed away right after he landed."

"Ah!" Chunbi let out a short scream, her eyes widened in horror, and she covered her mouth with both hands, tears suddenly pouring down her face.

An Lingrong just glanced at Po Wen deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Bring the child over and show it to the Ai family." She was as calm as if nothing had happened, and asked again, "How is Concubine Jia? "

"Ms. Jiazong suffered from collapse after giving birth and passed out before she even had a chance to take a look at her little brother." Po Wen saw that An Lingrong had no intention of punishing her, so her fear calmed down a little.

"Yes." An Lingrong said in a low voice, "Chun concubine, you and Concubine Jia are in the same boat, so you have to persuade her not to have any thoughts of committing suicide." Then he ordered Dill, "Find a few people. , carry the concubine Jia back to Weiyang Palace and arrange for the imperial doctor to treat her."

Dill responded.

But Chun Concubine stood there crying and refused to leave. She looked at An Lingrong and said sadly: "Empress Dowager, my concubine's child also died as soon as it fell to the ground. I thought it was my concubine herself." My body is not up to par, but seeing that Sister Jiabi is like this now, I am terrified, I am afraid that someone did this deliberately."

"You mean, someone is plotting to kill the emperor's heir?" An Lingrong followed the concubine's words, her eyes as if covered with a thin layer of cold frost, making it difficult for people to see clearly the sadness and desolation in her eyes, "The harem is pregnant. It is always difficult to have children, and it is common for children to die in infancy. Chunbin, you think too much." Before Chunbin could refute, she continued, "I heard that during your pregnancy, you always imagined that someone was going to harm you. Your schedule was reversed day and night, and your diet was reversed. There is even more irregularity, and the anti-fetal medicine is drank like water. As the old saying goes, medicine is three parts poison, and your child is your own fault."

The pure concubine froze in place with her face pale, her lips trembling and unable to speak a word.

An Lingrong looked away as if he couldn't bear it: "The Ai family has no intention of blaming you for the pain of losing your son. Don't say such disturbing things again in the future." Then he softened his expression and said warmly, "Okay. You are tired too, go back to the palace."

"Yes, I will leave." Concubine Chun shook her hands and leaned over to salute, then slowly retreated.

Wen Po held the child and passed by the concubine Chun. She walked to An Lingrong and knelt down, holding the infant child high above her head.

An Lingrong lowered his eyes and saw that the child looked like a pink dumpling, nestled neatly and quietly in a rose-colored swaddling clothes. The fleshy little face still had a pinkish color that had not faded, and one hand He curled up and put it to his mouth, as if he wanted to grab something. He closed his eyes and was as quiet as if he was just sleeping, with a smile on his lips.

An Lingrong couldn't help but his eyes turned red and he looked away: "Send the child back."

Xiao Yinzi bowed to the side and took Wen Po down.

An Lingrong sat alone in the side hall for a long time. After returning to Shoukang Palace in a daze, she knelt in front of the Buddha statue and chanted sutras for a long time, as if she was repenting for sins that could never be washed away in her life.

The wind in the twelfth lunar month is very cold, especially at night. The night wind is like a knife cutting into the face. In the distance, it seems that one can hear the heart-wrenching cries of the concubines coming from the Weiyang Palace, and the guilt in my heart disappears. Magnify infinitely at this moment.An Lingrong opened her eyes and looked intently at the compassionate Bodhisattva. Her heart grew colder by the second. She stood up and walked outside the hall, only to see snow drifting in the air from nowhere, so fine that it was confusing to the eyes.

The coldness of the snowy night invaded the bone marrow silently. "The emperor's injury is too serious. According to the doctor's orders, he has to stay in bed for half a year." Zhen Huan rubbed her swollen eyebrows. She was a little tired, but she still cheered up and said, "Concubine Xian's rescue was successful this time. Her injuries are obvious." It's bloody, but it didn't hurt her vitals after all. I plan to make her a noble concubine and take charge of the affairs of the Sixth Palace, so that Concubine Hui can rest in peace."

An Lingrong nodded, and then said: "In this case, how should we arrange the people who serve the sick? The concubine Jia is not fully recovered, and the pure concubine is too tired. There is only one concubine Qing, but she is too young after all. I'm afraid I won't be able to shoulder this important responsibility." She picked up a chess piece and placed it on the chessboard, then said casually, "There is only one noble person left in Qiandi, so why not make her my concubine as well? , so that you can take care of the emperor’s left and right people.”

Zhen Huan glanced at the chess game on the table, her eyes bottomless: "That's fine."

Time has passed leisurely for the fourth year of Qianlong's reign. Time has left no trace in the Forbidden City. The red walls and green tiles remain the same as before. Day after day, shadows flow round and round between day and night, intertwining to create a beautiful scenery. The beauty and charm of this palace city.

"It's summer again." Zhen Huan stood on the porch, looking at the clusters of blooming flowers in the yard, such as roses, poppies, pomegranates, jasmine, etc., growing wantonly in the sunshine, "The flowers in this palace Women are like these flowers. After one bloom, there will be another one, as if they will never wither."

"It's really hard for them. The emperor's injuries have been repeated over the past six months, and he never gets better. He doesn't even have the time to look at them. How can they fight so hard." An Lingrong held the fish food beside the fish tank. Feeding the fish, his voice was as calm as water, "Concubine Xian is suffering, and there are endless lawsuits all day long."

"I never saw that she was so capable before." Zhen Huan sighed with emotion, "She has made some progress after all the time."

An Lingrong pursed her lips and smiled, a dark light flashed in her eyes: "Concubine Yu and concubine Qing have taken good care of the emperor. Maybe one day we will receive good news." She put away the fish. Shi, looking at the koi carps scattered around, smiled faintly, "The emperor probably never thought that back then he pushed out concubine Yi to take the blame, and now she would die because of it."

"The cycle of cause and effect is all retribution." Zhen Huan's eyes flickered, and she looked fixedly at a point in the void in the distance, seeming to sigh and murmur, "The emperor's dragon body is restless, and the emperor's heirs are withering day by day. It is time to think about the foundation of the country in advance. It’s over.”

In the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart, the emperor coughed until his face turned purple and bloodshot. He lay on the bedside, curled his fingers on the edge of the bed, breathed heavily and propped up his upper body, shouting hoarsely: "Where are the people? Where have all the people died? !”

Concubine Qing walked in slowly with a cup of hot medicine. She looked at the emperor with a sweet smile: "Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine."

The emperor coughed so hard that his heart and lungs were torn apart. He took the medicine bowl and drank it without blinking. He didn't notice Qing Bin's triumphant smile hidden in the shadows at all. He only felt that today's medicine was extremely bitter and he didn't have time to drink it. The brown concoction in his mouth flowed down the bright yellow skirt, and he choked hard: "Help me up, I want to approve the memorial."

Concubine Qing slowly took the medicine bowl and put it back on the table. She said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about government affairs. It's more important to take good care of your health." She picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of the Emperor's mouth. Her voice was soft and melodious, "All the courtiers are here." He said that although Rui Beile is young, he has the demeanor of the Holy Ancestor Emperor. He assigned Master Fu Heng to attack the Jinchuan and Da Jinchuan. Recently, good news has been coming one after another. The concubine feels that Rui Beile is more powerful than the emperor. That’s the right seat to sit in.”

The emperor was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment. He looked at Qing Bin, as if he didn't understand how she could say such rebellious words in such an intimate tone. After a long time, he shook his hands, pointed at her and said: "Presumptuous! Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course I know." Concubine Qing approached the emperor with a smile, and suddenly stretched out her hand to push him down on the bed. Seeing him rolling over in pain, she raised her head and laughed, "I also know that the emperor I won't live long, haha..." In the blink of an eye, she grabbed the emperor's collar with a ferocious look and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, when you unjustly killed my sister, did you ever think that this day would happen?"

"Who is your sister?" The emperor's wound opened again. The severe pain made him unable to distinguish between the present and the past, and dense cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

"Yi concubine, does the emperor still remember?" Qing concubine's voice was like a ghost coming from hell to ask for her soul, gloomy and cold.

Yibin...

The emperor thought for a long time before he remembered this person. She knelt in front of him, crying and begging for mercy. She said over and over again, "I didn't do it. It really wasn't me." His face was so confused that the emperor couldn't remember what she looked like. But now that Qing Bin mentioned her, he suddenly felt that the features and eyes of the two people were very similar.

"I see..." The emperor's chest was soaked with blood. After the initial sharp pain faded, he fell on the bed with some weakness.

Concubine Qing stood up slowly, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and said while pacing: "Since the assassination of Concubine Ning, your fate has been doomed. In the past six months, Sister Yubi and I have served Your Majesty, you have never used the medicine given by the imperial doctor. It is used for external application or internal use. It is all prepared separately. That is why, Your Majesty, your wounds cannot heal over and over again, and your body is getting worse day by day. Weakened day by day, until now, medicine and stone are useless." She covered her lips and smiled, smiling but shedding tears, "You are the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, everyone's life is in your hands, you want to Whoever dies must die, even if that person is not guilty - Your Majesty, now your life is also in the hands of others, how do you feel?"

The emperor looked at Qing Bin with a twisted face in horror. He opened his mouth to say something, but his voice was taken away by the overwhelming pain. He clutched his chest and fell down with a silent roar. Cold sweat suddenly soaked his whole body. After a long time, he It took a lot of effort to squeeze out a few words: "Come on, people... kill this... poisonous woman for me!"

The palace door was pushed open from the outside, making a muffled "squeak" sound, like a sigh from an old man in his twilight years. In the flickering candlelight, a beautiful figure walked in slowly.

The emperor tried his best to open his eyes wide. In his sight, which was filled with sweat and tears, a familiar figure slowly walked towards him: "Hai Yuan..."

"I'm here to see you, Your Majesty." Yubi looked at the embarrassed Emperor, her eyes moved from his sallow face to his bright red chest, and she blinked slightly, "The Emperor's wound has opened again, I'll take care of it for you." Just take a moment."

"No, no need." The Emperor held Yu Bin's hand tightly and looked past her towards Qing Bin, "Kill her for me, quickly..."

"Your Majesty is sick and confused." Yu Bin withdrew her hand forcefully, took two steps back, and stood next to Qing Bin, "I'm here to ask for an order." She slowly leaned over and bowed, "I'm asking for an order from the Emperor. It is said that it is located in Ruibele."