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

The banquet ended quickly.

Because Chungui was pregnant, all the dishes were delivered with fresh ingredients from the imperial dining room, and then cooked in the small kitchen of the side hall of Yongshou Palace by the cooks whom Chungui asked someone to find. It was not careless.

An Lingrong, who was invited over, looked at the dazzling array of dishes on the table and smiled unconsciously: "No wonder sister, the ulcer at the corner of your mouth heals so slowly. You eat so much fish and shrimp every meal, and you hurt your appetite when you are full." Mouth."

Chungui said embarrassedly: "Sister An doesn't know something. Chun'er doesn't like the smell of fish and shrimp, but the Queen said that eating like this is good for the body..."

While An Lingrong listened, she motioned with her eyes to Jin Xi and the others to help Chun'er pick up the food. At the same time, she took these things to the Imperial Hospital and quietly showed them to Imperial Physician Jiang.

Although Concubine Hua scolded the two Jiang brothers openly, Jiang Shen, as the younger brother, was still willing to do things for An Lingrong.

After all, with An Lingrong, he had a smooth journey, and his status in Taiyuan Hospital also increased.

And An Lingrong's purpose of doing this is also very simple. It is simply that the queen also understands the principle of nourishment and mutual restraint.

Seeing that the queen was not satisfied with having Xia Dongchun's fetus first, she even planned to frame Chun'er's pregnancy on her head.

Therefore, An Lingrong had to be more cautious.

But Chungui has a good appetite, thinks little, and eats a lot in succession, which makes him happy.

It was quiet for several days in a row. Because the emperor was worried about the affairs of the previous dynasty, he often stayed in the imperial study, and inevitably ignored the Yongshou Palace.

Since An Lingrong knew the emperor's thoughts, she just took good care of Chungui and no longer thought about him.

That night Hongli finished school and stayed in An Lingrong's room to have dinner together.

An Lingrong was already good at calligraphy, and she was very pleased to see that Hongli's calligraphy had improved greatly, so she personally watched him practice calligraphy and recite.

After Hongli memorized everything he had learned today to An Lingrong, he suddenly felt a little depressed.

"Mom, my son studies hard in the study room every day. I just hope that the emperor will be happy when he comes to ask about his homework. However, the emperor has not come to ask about his son's homework for many days."

An Lingrong smiled and stroked his forehead and said, "Then don't you study hard?"

Hongli shook his head and said: "That's not true. Regardless of whether Huang Ama asks or not, his son will study hard."

An Lingrong smiled lovingly and said, "That's it. No matter whether others ask or not, just do your own thing well, because you live for yourself and strive for yourself, not just for others."

Hongli seemed to understand somewhat and nodded vigorously: "My son understands."

An Lingrong smiled slightly, took his hand and said: "However, it is naturally better if you can please others while working hard. E Niang remembers that Huang Ama asked you a few days ago if you are reading historical records? You Did you say you’ve read it?”

Hongli said: "Yes, I have learned most of it."

"That's good, E Niang will teach you an imperial poem by your emperor. You should memorize it and recite it. When he sees your emperor one day, recite it to him. He will definitely be very happy."

Hongli immediately smiled and said: "Then Mother, hurry up and teach your son."

An Lingrong held his hand, took the pen, and wrote the poem with his hand.

Hongli nodded solemnly, read it again, and finally said: "My mother, my son has been following you for many days, and now I know that my mother can write, but my son's mother cannot read."

An Lingrong hissed softly, took a piece of Ning silk material with dark blue and dark Ruyi moire patterns, and sewed it.

"If you have any skills, don't show them all at once. What others don't know may become your own skill one day. If you show everything and let others know about it, wouldn't it be possible for others to see through it? "

Hongli's eyes turned cleverly: "My son understands."

He looked at the material in An Lingrong's hand and asked, "It's already dark, what are you doing sewing clothes? It hurts your eyes to look carefully."

An Lingrong smiled and said: "Good boy, go ahead and recite your poem. The weather is getting warmer, and I want to sew a thinner dress for you. Those slaves' hands and feet are too thick, and the stitches are all left on the dress." On the back, I'm afraid it will make you uncomfortable.

I will do it myself and will pay special attention to inserting the stitches into the interlayer to make it comfortable for you to wear. "

Hongli's face was full of gratitude, with tears in his eyes: "My mother treats her son so well..."

An Lingrong's smile was gentle and loving: "You should treat your son well, right? Be good, go read your book."

Hongli sat aside and recited silently, while An Lingrong took the needle and thread and slowly started sewing.

The candlelight flickers, and the screen window reflects the graceful branches and leaves of the peach blossoms, and you can faintly smell the fragrance that burns the flowers and leaves.

The mother and son were looking at each other warmly, when suddenly there was a loud noise outside, and the maid beside Chungui rushed in with a bloodless face, crying: "Concubine An, it's not good, it's not good! Our noble lady is in trouble!"

An Lingrong suddenly shuddered, and her heart plummeted. She knew that the Queen would be unfavorable to her, but she didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

She stood up, slapped the table and said, "How could this happen?"

Huan Xin's whole body was shaking, like chaff, and he had to lean against the wall to stand firm.

"My slave didn't know that my master started to have abdominal pain after dinner. Because he was only four months pregnant, he often had abdominal pain. He thought it was nothing. But tonight, the abdominal pain came so quickly that he suddenly started to suffer from abdominal pain. I saw red immediately."

"What about the imperial doctor? Have you gone to invite him?"

Huan Xin said with a crying voice: "I've already gone to invite you. Madam, please go and have a look."

An Lingrong instinctively put down the things in her hands and ran out a few steps. She turned around and remembered that Hongli was still there. She hurriedly said: "Hongli, no matter what happens or what noise you hear, you are not allowed to go to Chungui." Go, do you understand?"

With that said, she ordered Baojuan and Baoping to act according to the plan, and hurriedly took Jinxi to the east hall.

When she rushed into Chungui's room, the room was filled with the smell of blood.

Chungui curled up in the bed and fainted.

Just when An Lingrong was about to hug her body and call her out, the mattress felt warm.

She hesitated for a moment before she dared to lift her hand from the mattress.

Her entire palm was covered in hot and fishy blood. It was not too late when Imperial Physician Wen and several imperial physicians, including Imperial Physician Jiang, arrived.

Several imperial doctors were so busy that they were sweating profusely. They stretched out their hands to pinch Chungui Ren's people, smoked them with mugwort leaves, and poured in a large amount of decoction.

At the end, she said with joy on her face: "Concubine An, the fetus is stable, but if something happens again in the future, there is nothing we can do about it."

Heaving a sigh of relief, An Lingrong said, "Thank you for your hard work, doctors."

After a long time, everyone cleaned up the bloody smell in the room and wiped Chungui's belly with warm water.

An Lingrong saw that everything was developing in a good direction. When she reached out and let Jin Xi help her to move to the door, she looked up and saw the emperor, whose face was as pale as paper.

The emperor originally thought that Chunguiren's fetus was gone, his face was pale and his steps were sloppy, but An Lingrong and others were still there.

He wanted to be the backbone of everyone, so naturally he couldn't panic.

Just as the emperor closed his eyes, preparing to accept the cruel reality, he heard An Lingrong say: "Your Majesty, I lived up to my expectations and saved the noble man's child."

Hearing this, the emperor opened his eyes in shock, looked at An Lingrong with surprise on his face, and said anxiously: "Rong'er, are you serious about this?"

"Ah."

"Good! Good! Good!"

The emperor said three good words in a row, and then went to visit the unconscious Chungui.

Since An Lingrong blocked the news, the queen and the others were unable to get the news that Chun Guiren was famous.

So after about half an hour, An Lingrong had packed up everything and was ready to punish the queen in reverse.

As soon as An Lingrong entered, she saw the emperor looking at Chungui's already shaped belly, and the imperial doctors walked in with unknown red blood.

If an ordinary person looked at the red blood, their subconscious reaction would be to cover their mouth and nose with a look of disgust on their face.

But the emperor didn't. Instead, he looked at An Lingrong and the imperial doctors standing there, glanced at the dark red blood, and said, "What's going on? What else could make you so panicked?"

Dr. Wen and Dr. Jiang looked at each other, hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, Rong Weichen, is careful. The fetus is already stable, but..."

He hesitated for a moment, and then continued boldly: "But there is something wrong with this fetus, it doesn't look like an ordinary red fetus!"

Hearing this, the emperor said angrily: "Luohong is unusual, do you still need to tell me?"

Imperial Physician Wen quickly said: "Wei Chen and Imperial Physician Jiang have been taking turns taking care of Chungui's fetus these days. Judging from the pulse diagnosis, the fetus has always been fine, but today..."

The emperor felt vaguely bad, his temples were beating suddenly, and his face became increasingly ugly. "How is it today?"

Dr. Wen said: "The flesh and blood shed from the mother's body are not like the behavior of a normal woman when she is red. According to Weichen's judgment, Chungui may have been contaminated with something unusual, which caused the mother's body and fetus to almost lose their health." ”

Doctor Jiang said: "This thing is very sinister. Even if a Chungui man is safe enough to give birth, the children he will give birth to will be deformed and ominous..."

The emperor's body swayed slightly, and the tea cup in his hand crashed to the ground. He stood up almost violently and roared: "How could this happen? How could this happen?!"

Doctor Jiang straightened up and said, "If Wei Chen and Doctor Wen guessed correctly, he was poisoned by cinnabar. I don't know how Chungui came into contact with cinnabar. Not only was he infected through his skin, but he also showed signs of ingestion."

"Because the dose was too strong, the fetus was poisoned to death in the abdomen. And if the cinnabar was chronically poisoned and the dose was not so high, maybe the fetus would grow until it was delivered from the mother's body, but it might be a malformation or be born stupid."

He and Dr. Wen looked at each other and said loudly: "Wei Chen has another speculation, I don't know whether to explain it or not."

The queen made a quick decision: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Doctor Jiang said: "Chungui has had fever, sweating, heart palpitations, insomnia and dreams, and multiple ulcers since she was pregnant. Although they are very similar to the common symptoms of pregnancy, the emperor and the empress do not think these symptoms are similar. Can one person survive it?"

An Lingrong's thoughts changed and she said quietly: "You mean Mr. Yin!"

Doctor Jiang said: "What Concubine An said is right. Shu Weichen boldly speculates that Yin Guiren's child may not be an accident, but like Chun Guiren, he was poisoned by cinnabar, which is why he is like this."

The emperor was furious: "Since you found that the symptoms of Chun Gui and Yin Gui were similar, why didn't you realize that you were poisoned by cinnabar earlier?"

The two imperial doctors kowtowed as if they were pounding garlic: "Weichen said that cinnabar poisoning occurs very slowly, and the symptoms are very similar to those of first pregnancy. If Chungui's mother's body is not as strong as Yingui's, and Concubine An reminded me first, Otherwise it would be difficult for Wei Chen to detect it."

An Lingrong, who was standing next to her, continued to praise her, but her expression turned pale: "Then the cinnabar you mentioned, where did this thing come from in the palace?"

Doctor Wen said: "It is very easy to obtain it by slightly refining the residue of incense. There are many Buddhist services in the palace. There is a lot of cinnabar in the Baohua Hall, which is easily available. It is also commonly used in dispensing medicine in the Imperial Hospital. I am afraid that anyone can get it."

The emperor clenched his hands, and his veins stood out: "How dare you infer that Yin Guiren's fetus is the same? Why didn't any imperial doctor at that time say that it was a scourge of cinnabar?"

Dr. Wen said in confusion: "Yin Gui is in good health. The fetus she gave birth to was not contaminated with too much cinnabar, but her belly was extremely large. The ministers' attention was focused on how to get rid of the fire in the belly. After a while, , failed to detect the cinnabar.”

At this time, Imperial Physician Jiang also knew that An Lingrong wanted to frame her, or who the target of the expose was, and said in panic: "If Concubine An hadn't been trying to protect the nobleman's child, the ministers might not have had the chance to figure it out. The children of noble people are also stained with cinnabar.”

Seeing that the two imperial doctors explained the cause-and-effect relationship with reasonable evidence, An Lingrong's voice was very soft, but it calmed the emperor's suspicion.

"Your Majesty, I clearly remember that the belly of Yin Guiren's child is green."

She said in a deep voice, as solemn as a bell, "Your Majesty, the fetuses of Ruoyin Guiren and Chungui Ren are really poisoned. That means that the stillbirth is not a punishment from God, but someone who deliberately planned to kill the dragon fetus and shaken it. The country is auspicious.

The concubine asked the emperor to investigate the matter thoroughly in order to assist in the palace power of the Sixth Palace and the title of An, so as to avoid the tragic situation today when the concubines have children in the future. "

The emperor's eyes flashed with sharp hatred, and he said coldly: "Check! I want to see who has the courage to murder my child!"

For a time, everyone in Yongshou Palace was focused on thoroughly investigating the death of Long Fei. No one remembered to take a look at Chungui Ren, who was still unconscious.

Only An Lingrong saw that things were progressing, so she walked alone outside the door of the Nuan Pavilion, lifted a corner of the brocade curtain, and looked at Chun'er who was sleeping in the brocade quilt with a pale face and a pair of delicate hands silently curling up on the dark purple brocade quilt.

Empty gestures, as if trying to grasp something.

Because two of the emperor's heirs were involved in accidents one after another, even the Queen Mother was alerted. For a time, the investigation was carried out step by step, vigorously and vigorously. Even the palace servants serving around Chun Gui were not spared, and they were investigated one by one.