The Golden Partridge of An Lingrong's Rebirth

Chapter 95.superior

Enduring the soreness on the tip of his nose, An Lingrong said in relief: "Sister, even though I wasn't there that day, I can still guess. With Yinian's temperament, she may let you go if you bow your head and beg for mercy, this child I can’t keep it, it’s God’s will.”

Zhen Huan just shook her head in a daze, complaining to herself: "Why should I be favored? If I were unknown, Nian would not hate me and would not put me to death. Even if Nian cut him into pieces, it would not be enough to vent his hatred, but what about me, I Isn't it a big mistake." She looked down at the apron, and wept again, "I happily embroidered this apron for my child, and now the apron is still there, but my child can no longer come to this world."

An Lingrong panicked in her heart, and she also shed tears: "Sister, what happened this time is not your fault, don't blame yourself too much. Jinxi told me that you stayed up all night and didn't sleep, always Crying is really not beneficial to oneself, and even if the body recovers in the future, she will suffer from the problem of crying at the wind. I heard from Aunt Zhuxi that the Empress Dowager fell into the root of the disease in this way."

"The Empress Dowager's blessings are profound, but I can compare them." Zhen Huan couldn't help herself, her eyes were swollen from crying and she couldn't stop.

An Lingrong sighed: "Sister is crying like this. If the emperor comes to see it, it will arouse each other's sadness. If things go on like this, do you want the emperor's favored sister?" She wiped Zhen Huan's tears with her handkerchief, "Back then, sister Mei stayed away from the emperor, and my sister persuaded her together. Now that it's me, why don't you care about it at all? The emperor cares about her sister, and Nian said she was in the cold palace. It's about understanding."

"It's only been half a month since I lost this child. As a mother, can I put on makeup and wear red and green to force a smile?" The emperor will inevitably think of this, I really can't laugh."

An Lingrong could only remain silent, and suddenly heard a very soft sigh from outside the door, looked up, and seemed to see a bright yellow slowly walking away.

After finally coaxing Zhen Huan to sleep, An Lingrong got up and left, raised her eyes and casually glanced at the East Side Hall, a little strange: "Isn't Chun'er here today?"

"Yes, Zhenchang often goes to the Queen's Palace to listen to training recently, and the slaves don't know why." Cui Jinxi replied.

A strange feeling flashed across An Lingrong's mind, and he faintly felt that something was wrong, as if the window paper was right in front of him, but no matter how he stretched out his hand, he couldn't pierce it.

Zhen Huan's miscarriage cast a haze over the harem. The queen looked through the files of the respect room, and frowned tightly: "The emperor has not summoned anyone for more than a month?"

"Yes." The head of the House of Internal Affairs couldn't even squeeze out a smile, "Except for the night of the [-]th day when I came to accompany the empress and the occasional visit to the Chunxi Palace, I haven't seen any of the other little lords and emperors."

"Do you hand out the sign every day?" The Queen asked again.

"Yes, but the emperor doesn't even look at it."

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, there was a loud singing voice outside the door: "The emperor is here——"

The queen hurriedly got up to say hello: "May the emperor be safe."

The emperor asked her to get up casually, and sat cross-legged on the couch. Seeing the queen put away the files in the respect room, he felt a little strange, but he didn't say much, just said: "I passed by here, come in and have a look."

"It's so hot outside, it's very hot. Your Majesty, drink a bowl of jujube tea to moisten your throat." The queen handed over a cup of fruit tea.

"It's too sweet, it doesn't taste like tea." The emperor took a sip and put it aside.

The queen was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "The concubine asked someone to exchange a cup of lotus seed soup."

"No need, I just come in and sit for a while." The emperor waved his hand sleepily.He was not happy, the incidents of Nian Gengyao in the previous dynasty happened one after another, news came from Lenggong that Nian was unwell, he held back, but Sui Yuxuan didn't appreciate it at all.

Seeing that the emperor was in a bad mood, the queen said, "The emperor has lost weight, is he busy with government affairs?" She sighed, "The emperor is busy with government affairs, so there must be caring people by his side to serve him. Just in time for the third year of the emperor's enthronement, if the emperor feels that there is no one in the harem, why not choose some new people to accompany the emperor?"

The emperor sighed deeply: "Concubine Guan lost her dragon fetus, and the queen mother was sad and ill when she heard it. My son and heir are not guaranteed, and my filial piety has not been fulfilled. I am already exhausted. How can I think about drafting? If you say that you are a sweetheart, Ronggui often I can talk to me, but she is about to give birth, and I don't want to bother her all the time."

"The concubine only wants the emperor to be happy." The queen said softly.

"My heart is happy, it doesn't matter if I have more women to serve me. This is because women not only have to be obedient and sensible, but also understand me and understand me." After the emperor finished speaking, he added, "But don't understand too much. , as long as you can talk to me. I don’t like it if you know too much or don’t understand too much.”

The emperor's original intention was to let the empress persuade Zhen Huan, but the empress had other ideas: "The concubine understands."

After the emperor left, the queen was silent for a long time.

Jian Qiu asked from the side: "Why did your empress bother to mention the draft? It made the emperor unhappy."

"There is no man who doesn't like fresh ones, especially the position of the emperor, not to mention that according to the usual practice, this year is supposed to be the year of the draft, but because of the delay due to the epidemic, I always want to mention it, and the emperor himself said no. That's all." The queen sat down again, "The emperor doesn't invite people to sleep, and he doesn't choose a talent show, because he hasn't let go of the loss of Concubine Wan's son."

"That's right, when the nobleman of Fucha lost his son, he never saw the emperor feel so sad." Jianqiu said, "But I haven't seen the emperor visit Concubine Guan more recently."

The queen glanced at her, and said: "You have eyes, but you can't see through your heart. There is a saying that you are more timid if you are close to the country. The more the emperor is like this, the more he can't let go." I know too much, and Bengong also knows too much. Is Zhenchang studying hard recently?"

"Zhenchang is practicing hard every day. The masters in Nanfu say that Zhenchang is very talented. Although he has no dancing background, as long as he works hard every day, he can practice this dance." Jian Qiu smiled. said.

The queen nodded: "That's good."

On this day, Shen Meizhuang came to look for An Lingrong, and brought two stable women over. Zhao Xuan questioned them repeatedly, and only managed to find out the eighteen generations of their ancestors.

"Your aunt really treats you sincerely." Shen Meizhuang boasted, and then said, "Don't worry, I asked my father to find these two from outside the palace. They have clean backgrounds, clean family backgrounds, and honest people. The workmanship is also good. I checked the mother Zhou and mother Zheng that you mentioned to me earlier. This week, there is a gambler son in the mother's house who is always asking for money. She is short of money. Who is she? She will listen to whoever gives her the most money, and Mother Zheng was not born as a serious medical girl in her early years. She was a country woman who was used to delivering pigs and cows. Later, by chance, she learned a few tricks and got married with Concubine Mi, the late Emperor Shunyi. Only the way to enter the palace. None of them are good."

Shen Meizhuang is so caring, An Lingrong can't refute her face: "I let my sister bother."

"There are a lot of pregnancies in the palace this year. At the end of the day, you are the only one who is safe and sound. Seeing that you are going to be full-term, how can I not be careful." Shen Meizhuang sighed, "I just wait for you to be born and get rid of it properly." Once you get rid of the bad luck in the palace, you are a very lucky child."

An Lingrong slightly pursed his lips and smiled, then turned his eyes cold: "I heard that Nian Gengyao has made trouble recently? He just arrived in Jiangsu and Zhejiang a few days ago, and rumors abounded there, saying that he blamed the emperor for listening to slander and blaming heroes. , and also uttered the rebellious words of "the emperor went out of Sanjiangkou, the battle field of Jiahu", and the emperor was very angry when he knew about it."

"It's more than that. When Nian Gengyao just arrived in Yizheng, Jiangsu, he stayed on the sidelines and ordered others to retain his post as governor of Sichuan and Shaanxi." Shen Meizhuang said, "The emperor angrily reprimanded Nian Gengyao for delaying to wait and see. He just made a decree a few days ago. , and demoted him to be the guard of the city gate of Hangzhou."

"This is really all the way to the Qingshui Yamen." An Lingrong sneered softly, and slowly took a sip of tea, "The one in the cold palace is about to get up." She sighed, "She doesn't know what way to find , someone sent a letter of love to the emperor, the emperor was quite moved after reading it, and heard that she was seriously ill, and told Su Peisheng yesterday that she should return to Yikun Palace to recuperate. I am afraid that when she recovers, the emperor will miss the old love It will also raise her status, so that she can take care of her retirement in the palace."

"There is such a thing?" Shen Meizhuang was surprised, "Why is there no news at all?"

An Lingrong shook her head and smiled wryly: "As long as the emperor doesn't want others to know, it will naturally be kept secret." She heard the emperor said that day that she just moved to the cold palace, and she had expected such a day, "But it doesn't matter, even if she After returning to Yikun Palace, there is also a way to let her die quietly, but it is just to save some face after death."

Shen Meizhuang sat on the couch feeling disappointed: "Yes, Nian Shi has served the emperor for more than ten years, how can anyone else compare to him."

The two sat in silence for a long time before Shenmeizhuang opened his mouth again to break the stagnant air: "Tomorrow, the Empress will hold a banquet in the Hall of Preservation and invite all over the harem, and the emperor will also go. I think you are heavy now, so don't go."

"Sister Wan should be recovering, will she go too?" An Lingrong asked.

Shen Meizhuang nodded, and sighed again: "The body is already healed, but it will take some time for this heartache. A few days ago, the emperor went to Suiyuxuan to see her, and he didn't know what he said. I heard that the emperor's face was quite bad when he left. " She was worried, "If this continues, I'm really afraid that the emperor will completely neglect her."

An Lingrong was also worried for a while, the two looked at each other and sighed in unison.

The next day, the boisterous silk and bamboo pipe music could be heard from far away from the Palace of Preserving Harmony, intermittently, but it was also so noisy that An Lingrong couldn't concentrate on reading, so she asked Doukou to find out the news.

After a while, Cardamom came back dripping with sweat, wiped off his sweat and said, "The Palace of Preserving Harmony is so lively, it's full of blowing and blowing, and Zhenchang danced on the drums, wearing a flowered dress, jumping on the big and small drums. She's pretty, like a butterfly, and the emperor made her a nobleman as soon as he was happy."

An Lingrong was stunned for a moment, then stood up abruptly from the couch, his voice changed slightly in shock: "Chun'er has been named a nobleman?"

Suddenly she felt dizzy, and there was a buzzing sound in her ears, and she slipped and fell to the side.

"Little Master!"

"Ronger!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, and a pair of thin hands hugged her tightly, holding her firmly in the air.

The dizziness receded slowly, and the eyes brightened little by little. In a trance, An Lingrong seemed to see his mother, but when he looked closely again, it was not.She stood firmly on her feet and stabilized her figure: "Aunt Zhao, why are you here? Didn't you go to the small kitchen to make lunch?"

"I, I've already done it, so I'll come out and take a look." Zhao Xuan was nervous for a moment, then quickly covered it up, and turned to look at An Lingrong worriedly, "Master, go back to the room and rest, this is the most taboo time Standing up suddenly, pregnant people will be short of energy and blood when they are about to give birth, so you must be careful."

An Lingrong stared blankly at Zhao Xuan, and after a long time said in a low voice: "Thank you, Auntie, for your concern, I understand." She held Dou Kou's hand and went back to the room to rest.

It was her.

Actually, it was really her.

An Lingrong let Cardamom back down, and sat alone on the couch, her mind was in a mess, countless voices joined together in her ears, and when it finally burst like a bubble, she also wanted to understand everything.

Fang Chunyi's behavior trajectory is exactly the same as that of An Lingrong in her previous life. The queen's routine can't escape these things. This layer of window paper was pierced, and the weird details that were once thought to be weird can be explained.It's no wonder that sister Wan's pregnancy is not as good as in the previous life when she didn't use Shuhen glue in this life.No wonder Chun'er is not in Suiyuxuan all the time, but always goes to the Queen's Palace when asked.

No wonder, no wonder...

There must be something wrong with that silk fan!

An Lingrong gritted her back molars fiercely, closed her eyes, and tears fell into her mouth, filled with bitterness.

Chun'er, why is it you?
How much I don't want to be the second "I", it's you.

　It's over~ The next update will be announced in early August
　　
　
(End of this chapter)