After transforming into An Lingrong, he became the King of Juan and was crowned the Sixth Palace.

The unpopular palace maids who clean the courtyard outside Suiyuxuan were sent to take care of the sick Concubine Duan.

Zhen Huan took Huan Bi away and was about to leave when she suddenly heard someone talking. Her heart moved and she subconsciously pulled Huan Bi behind a tree.

The people walking in front of her were none other than the emperor whom Zhen Huan had longed for, as well as An Lingrong and the palace officials accompanying them on their walk.

At this moment, An Lingrong was very close to the emperor, talking and smiling.

This situation is just like Zhen Huan's before. The only difference is that Zhen Huan and the emperor keep one step away.

With such complaints in her heart, Zhen Huan's eyes showed hatred and dissatisfaction that she didn't even notice.

At this moment, Lingrong was wearing a magenta pipa-breasted top with peach-pattern brocade and gold threads, and a satin skirt with silver-white sparkling beads underneath.

On her head was a long golden hairpin with beads and tassels, which gave her a delicate yet gorgeous look, which made her look even more intoxicating.

She spoke gently: "Your Majesty has not been to Sister Wan's place for quite some time. Are you going to go to Sister Wan's place tonight?"

The emperor looked hesitant and said with regret: "It's not that I don't want to see her. I'm also sad that she lost her child, but her temperament is really too stubborn. It's not good for a woman to have such a stubborn temper."

These words are the emperor's heartfelt thoughts. Zhen Huan has recently regained his favor, but she has not completely regained her favor.

The reason lies in Zhen Huan's hatred for Concubine Hua, as well as taking care of his food and clothing, including her behavior when sleeping, which is not what a qualified harem concubine should do.

But An Lingrong was different. An Lingrong meant so much to the emperor that the emperor was willing to tell her about it when they were chatting and walking.

This is blaming Zhen Huan, and also slapping An Lingrong, who has not made any mistakes.

As he said that, the emperor smiled slightly: "It would be great if she had half your peace."

When Zhen Huan heard these words, she was almost stunned. Her eyes seemed to be stabbed hard by something, making her feel sore and uncomfortable.

Her vision suddenly became blurry, and she could see that the straight tree trunk was also twisted.

Huanbi was also surprised. The emperor actually thought that the young lady was too stubborn to be gentle and gentle. Such an abrupt move made the emperor dissatisfied with Zhen Huan.

What's more, the emperor criticized Zhen Huan like this in front of his beloved concubine.

Zhen Huan felt ugly, so she found a reason to let Huanbi go back first.

Huanbi didn't want to leave, but due to Zhen Huan's offensive eyes, she was unwilling to leave.

An Lingrong felt funny in her heart, but on the surface, she still thought about it and whispered: "If my sister is dissatisfied with the emperor, please forgive her for the pain of losing her son. In fact, my sister is also very hard."

The emperor was a little dissatisfied: "She worked hard, and I worked hard too. Why doesn't she think about me? There are so many right and wrongs in the palace, and it's hard to even look at her smiling face. After all, I spoiled her in the past."

Zhen Huan laughed silently, her pain of losing her child turned out to be his fault for spoiling her.

An Lingrong pretended to be panicked and said hurriedly: "I don't mean this."

The emperor sighed: "Actually, Huan Huan looks very pretty when she smiles."

However, hearing her blame herself, she consoled her: "It's none of your business. In fact, I miss her a little. I'll go see her when I'm free."

After thinking about it, the emperor added: "You and Huan Huan are sisters, and you know her temperament. Now that she is sad, I am actually embarrassed, and I can't bear to see her frequently."

An Lingrong whispered softly: "Yes, my sister has a good family background and good talents and learning. I admire my sister very much, and I hope that the emperor will still like her as before.

But the concubine thought that her sister didn't understand it now, so she was always sad and couldn't serve the emperor well.

If my sister figures it out in the future, she will naturally come around.

It would be better for the emperor not to see his sister for now, lest there be some conflict in words which would be bad.

I'll see you again when I, my concubine, have gone to persuade my sister and my sister has figured it out. Wouldn't everyone be happy? "

As she spoke, she looked at the emperor carefully and said, "This is just my humble opinion. Your Majesty, don't be disgusted by my concubine's talkativeness."

The emperor said: "You are so considerate of me and Wangui, how can I say anything wrong?"

An Lingrong's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and she said with a slightly sad expression: "The emperor has given me a compliment. I only like the emperor to be happy all the time. In fact, I am immoral and incompetent. I am not as good as my sister who can always help the emperor to solve his problems."

The emperor said: "Rong'er, why do you need to belittle yourself like this? In my heart, you are not the same as Wan Noble."

An Lingrong then showed her face, her smile was light and delicate: "Then does the emperor like Rong'er more, or does he like his sister more?"

The emperor did not hesitate at all, and said with a half-smile: "You don't have to ask me, of course I like you more, Rong'er."

Hearing this, Zhen Huan's throat tightened behind the tree, as if she could not breathe.

Such words turned her sadness on the verge of tears into pain and disappointment on the verge of tears.

It was as if a pair of hands had grabbed her heart, rubbing and squeezing it.

The wind was hot and cold, and my face felt itchy like insects crawling over it.

Zhen Huan just felt that all the efforts and affection she had put in in the past were not worth it! not worth it!

However, she stood stunned, unable to take a step to escape.

The emperor was about to say more and coughed two or three times in succession.

Lingrong hurriedly stroked his chest and said with concern: "Your Majesty, you have worked hard for the state affairs. I personally picked the loquat leaves and asked someone to stew them with rock sugar. Your Majesty, after drinking it, it will relieve cough and phlegm, and the taste is not bad." It’s bitter.”

After a long time, the emperor and Lingrong were far away. The falling clouds hung down from the treetops, as red as a blood-splattered painting, filling half the sky, and there was only silence and silence all around.

Occasionally, a bird would fly up, and soon it would fly far away with a strange "swish" sound.

Zhen Huan walked numbly, with no tears in her eyes, her heart pounding and her lungs aching, feeling empty and uncomfortable.

Zhen Huan's hands and feet felt cold, and she didn't know where she was going.

Liu Zhu and the others would naturally be worried about her if she went back to the palace like this.

But if she doesn't go back, the palace is so vast, where can she live?

My feet felt weak and weak, as if I were stepping on a thick pile of cotton. I walked slowly for a long time before I stepped onto the smooth and hard bluestone slab of Yongxiang.

Liu Zhu came up to her with an anxious face. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zhen Huan. She hurriedly put the embroidered cloak in her hand on Zhen Huan and said, "It's all my fault. Coming and going has delayed time and caused misery to the queen." wait."

Seeing that Zhen Huan was in a state of despair, and her hand was trembling with coldness when it touched Zhen Huan's, she became even more anxious and frightened: "What's wrong with you? You just went somewhere, and you made me so anxious."

Zhen Huan wiped away the dried tears from the corner of her eyes and said reluctantly: "It's nothing, the wind blurred her eyes."

Liu Zhu didn't dare to delay, and said worriedly: "I am afraid that the cold wind has hit me to warm up my body. I will wait for you to go back and rest."

Back in the palace, everyone was frightened when they saw Zhen Huan like this, and they didn't dare to ask any more questions. Zhen Huan didn't even allow the imperial doctor to be invited, and just sent them out one by one.

It was getting late, the candles had not yet been lit in the hall, and there was a deep and profound silence. Heart is also the color of being.

Zhen Huan covered herself with the quilt and held back the tears for a long time before they fell. A little bit of them were wet on the thick and soft quilt, moist and hot.

At this time, Zhen Huan did not know that Huanbi had kept all this in mind and revealed the news to Baojuan early the next morning.

When Baojuan brought the news to Yongshou Palace, An Lingrong was dyeing her nails and looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window.

After hearing the news from Huanbi, An Lingrong smiled. She felt that someone was looking at her yesterday, but she never thought it was Zhen Huan and Huanbi.

The arrogant Zhen Huan may not have heard the emperor's words in her heart, and is complaining about herself.

In this way, she seemed to be the sister who stole the eyebrows in Zhen Huan's eyes, taking away the emperor, and even the noble people who were chatting and accompanying her...

"Since she starts to hate me, I won't go. Baojuan, send this news to Sister Mei, she will have some ideas."

Baojuan took the order and obeyed.

Not long after, Mei Zhuang hurried to Sui Yuxuan after receiving the news.

This trip lasted for several days.

From the beginning when Meizhuang came to see Zhen Huan, she was always silent, and then she often stayed with her quietly for most of the day, and then looked at me with an indescribable look, with a complicated look on her face.

After about three or four days of this, Zhen Huan still couldn't hold back her temper and asked, "Why does sister always look at me like this?"

Meizhuang, who learned Zhen Huan's thoughts from An Lingrong, smiled slightly: "I was just thinking, what would it be like if you were really discouraged and despairing of the emperor?"

Zhen Huan asked back: "Sister, do you think I'm not discouraged and despairing of the emperor?"

She said calmly: "What do you think? If you give up on the emperor, how can you still be lingering in the illness and unable to extricate yourself?"

Zhen Huan was speechless and said for a moment: "Huanbi told sister you this news. I really hope I can never see him again."

Mei Zhuang smiled softly and shook his head after being silent: "You are different from me. The relationship between me and the emperor is shallow, so after I had a child, he was just dispensable to me, and I didn't need it. Very concerned."

Mei Zhuang stared into Zhen Huan's eyes: "You and I are different. You don't have any heirs yet. If you get emotional, you won't understand the rules."

Zhen Huan asked her in a low voice, and also asked herself: "Is it because I care more about the emperor than you do?"

"If you no longer have any feelings for the emperor, then I will not be sad at all because of his words and things."

She paused and said softly: "Actually, you also understand that the emperor is not indifferent to you."

Zhen Huan sighed lightly and raised her eyes to look out the window, "It's just that his thoughts, except for state affairs, are almost all in Ling Rong's heart."

Zhen Huan looked down at her plain white nails, which looked transparent and pale under the light.

The drizzle is gurgling outside the curtain, and the mood of autumn is fading.

The continuous cold raindrops fell on the broad and yellow sycamore leaves, making a dull and rapid sound.

Zhen Huan said: "After all, Lingrong has also interacted with us. Even if her actions and words are not biased towards us, I just have to be wary. Do I really want to go up and compete with her tit for tat for favors because of this matter?"

As she said that, Zhen Huan just looked at the chrysanthemums under the window that were droopy and blackened by the rain. The wind was blowing hard in the evening, and yellow flowers were piled all over the ground.

Perhaps, as Mei Zhuang said, she had not completely given up on the emperor.

If you give up completely, then the disappointment and sadness won't hurt so much.

When Meizhuang heard that Zhen Huan was pushing An Lingrong, he said dissatisfiedly: "You have longing for the emperor and longing for love, so you are so sad, and you are more worried about who he likes.

If you have no interest in the emperor, then you will not be sad, but will focus on trying to win more of his favor.

An unintentional person won't waste time feeling sad there. "

Zhen Huan smiled in confusion: "Sister Mei, am I stupid? I expect some pure warmth and love in the palace, and I expect it from our supreme king."

Mei Zhuang pondered for a moment, pursed his lips into a beautiful arc, and said slowly for a long time: "What if I was once as stupid as you?"

She turned her head, her sorrow dispersed like water, and said with a smile: "Maybe I am more stupid than you. There is a person in this world who is more stupid than you, and that is me..."

Her stupidity does not lie with the emperor, but with the person in front of her.

It's a pity that Zhen Huan and her can never go back.

Zhen Huan looked at Meizhuang in surprise. Perhaps the Meizhuang at this moment was no longer the Meizhuang she was familiar with.

Maybe at a certain moment, she had her change, but she didn't notice it.

Zhen Huan stepped forward and held her hand, saying softly: "Sister?"

She said: "Huan'er, you can be sad, but don't be sad for too long. There are too many sad people in this palace. I don't want you to be one more."

She stood up, and the corners of her skirt looked like incomplete petals on the smooth ground. Finally, she turned around and said, "If you are still so sad, then you will always be a sad person."

Because of a heart ailment, Zhen Huan stayed in bed day after day, and was too lazy to get up due to the continuous cold rain. Anyway, there were not many people coming to the palace.

And An Lingrong had already used Butterfly again to slap her face in front of the emperor in front of the concubines attending the banquet hosted by Concubine Hua.

An Lingrong naturally knows this season. What a dazzling sight it is to be surrounded by gorgeous fluttering butterflies.

At the same time, she also knew that in such a strange scene, it was rare to see her alone in a green dress among the white snow and red plum blossoms.

This is not.

The advantage of this is that, apart from the queen and the concubine Hua, only An Ling is seated closest to the emperor.

Even Concubine Duan was sitting behind her.

Obviously the emperor's attention was not focused on the singer's high-pitched and clear singing voice and the artist's ingenious skills. He always cast his eyes on her sitting next to Concubine Jing.

Concubine Jing smiled and whispered to An Lingrong: "The emperor has been looking at you."

An Lingrong smiled and said, "How do you know you're not looking at your sister?"

Concubine Jing laughed, paused, and said: "As a sister, I am just curious, why do butterflies land on you? Is it really as people say, sister, you know magic?"

An Lingrong laughed: "Sister, you really know how to joke, it's just a gadget."

Concubine Jing smiled: "I just heard Concubine Hua and the others talking about my sister. Did you do it deliberately?"

An Lingrong didn't take it to heart at all, she just smiled lightly and said, "Really?"

Concubine Jing also smiled and gestured slightly with her left hand to the person in charge: "Others say it doesn't matter if you are deliberate, as long as the emperor thinks that you are sincere towards him, sister."