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

The incident of Prince Dun's beating of Yan Guan finally came to an end, but in the Qing Dynasty, which always respected Yan Guan, the dispute over this incident was finally settled.

Although the prince hastily apologized, the civil servants were still privately indignant because of this haste.

But Prince Tun naturally wouldn't pay attention to it, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

The affair between Ce Beizi and Princess Jinfeng was even more colorful and lively and luxurious.

The concubine in the palace couldn't stand it, and complained privately: "Even if the princess is married and canonized as a princess, there is no such lively pomp and ceremony. It is really too much."

Although the emperor didn't say anything, he was very unhappy about the sealing that was forced to be adopted to calm the situation.

As for An Lingrong, who benefited from this move, she did nothing, said nothing, and just stood by and watched.

The emperor was determined to get rid of Prince Dun, and the seeds had already sprouted and grown, so why should she bother to try harder to encourage the seeds to grow?

Now, just remember to water and fertilize An Lingrong when the time is right.

Prince Tun had such a glorious and glorious event, so naturally he was so proud that he forgot about himself.

The days in the palace passed by slowly like water, as calm as an ancient well.

After being released from the confinement of closed-door thinking, the queen who came out again began to preside over the affairs of the harem. Except for the grand festival banquet, Concubine Hua only stayed at home, as if she was planning something.

An Lingrong, on the other hand, tried her best to play the role of a good wife and mother, and did not share the emperor's favor and love with the concubines in the harem.

In the small Xuan window in March, the willow branches moved gently in front of the window, and occasionally pink butterflies flew by.

Chun'er sat far away under the north window, lowering her head and embroidering a brocade sachet, and occasionally whispered a few words to the emperor.

It was quiet in the Nuan Pavilion, and one could vaguely hear the soft chirping of swallows and the crisp sound of the emperor's hands turning the pages of a book.

Chun'er's slightly bent profile is beautiful, her slender neck has a gentle curvature like a bow, and it looks a little thin against the green peach blossoms blooming like red clouds under the window.

But this thinness matched her voice as a first-time mother, which was as clear as spring water. Even the lake-blue Bada halo spring brocade dress on her body had a charming and subtle charm.

After a while, Chun'er stood up and said with a smile: "I have embroidered a new sachet and want to give it to the emperor. Does the emperor like it after seeing it?"

The emperor was leaning on the bench reading a book. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at the sachet embroidered with peach and magpie in her hand, and said: "Rong'er embroidered a sachet for me a few days ago, and I have already worn it on my body. Using one would be cumbersome.”

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled knowingly at An Lingrong.

An Lingrong looked at the tea cup in her hand intently, and smiled at him when she looked back.

She turned her eyes slightly, but caught a glimpse of Chun'er's slightly absent-minded look, and she naturally understood in her heart that the emperor disliked Chun'er's craftsmanship and was not as good as her.

However, the emperor saw her attentive but slightly disappointed look, and then smiled and said: "But I also like this one very much, so just ask Fangruo to put it in my palace."

Chun'er smiled and said softly: "I am clumsy. I am satisfied that the emperor does not dislike me."

Chun'er's eyes fell on the golden dragon and purple cloud sachet worn by the emperor on his waist, which was exactly the one embroidered by An Lingrong.

With admiration in her eyes, she said, "Sister An's craftsmanship is really good, and it suits the emperor's temperament very well."

"elder sister."

Chun'er turned around and called An Lingrong, her expression was extremely gentle, like a high-end version of green tea.

"My sister's embroidery skills are getting better and better. It would be better to embroider a mandarin duck sachet to express the affection of my daughter's family. The emperor will definitely like it more."

An Lingrong brought the tea, stood beside the emperor, looked at him with a smile and said: "The mandarin duck is good, but the emperor wears it day and night, so he inevitably has some affection for his son and daughter. It would be more obvious if he wore it with a dragon. God’s power.”

The smile and joy in the emperor's brows became even stronger, and he couldn't help but stare at An Lingrong with gentle eyes.

Chun'er was a little startled when she saw the expressions of An Lingrong and the Emperor. However, she quickly covered her lips with silk and said with a brisk smile, "The Emperor and Sister An are so loving. It's really a good story."

An Lingrong smelled the smell of jealousy and subconsciously pushed the emperor's arm and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please go and persuade him to make peace. Sister Chun seems to be jealous."

Chun'er's face turned red, and she stamped her foot and said softly, "Sister An is making fun of me again. How can I be jealous of Sister An and the emperor? I don't care about you."

The emperor just looked at it with a smile and joy. When he saw what she said, he took her hand.

"That's all, that's all. Chun'er has the most humble temperament. Even if he is jealous, he only needs the vinegar that has been brewed for a month. It won't be sour."

He said it so humorously that An Lingrong and Chun'er couldn't help laughing.

During the conversation and laughter, all the barriers and unhappiness were temporarily covered up in a blur.

The next day, An Lingrong got off the carriage and prepared to bring lotus seed soup to the emperor before going to talk to Sister Mei.

He saw Su Peisheng trotting forward and personally held An Lingrong's hand up the stairs.

Then he half-bent and said respectfully: "Fortunately, your Majesty is here! The Emperor was losing his temper and kicked all the servants out. I beg your Majesty to give him some advice. This is what the servants have cultivated for many lifetimes. .”

An Lingrong saw that he looked worried, which was very different from usual.

He secretly thought that Su Peisheng had served the emperor for many years and was used to seeing all kinds of scenes in the palace, and he was quite calm. To make him panic like this, something big must have happened.

So, he said kindly: "Although I don't know what happened, I will definitely go to persuade the emperor. Don't worry, Eunuch Su."

An Lingrong lowered her voice and asked, "I just don't know what happened to make Emperor Long Yan so angry?"

Su Peisheng Zhuangruo looked down at the steps and said softly: "It seems to be a memorial for Prince Tun."

Thinking about the plot in her memory, An Lingrong felt a little relieved and asked again: "Do you know what the memorial said?"

Su Peisheng was slightly troubled, and then said: "It seems to be a memorial requesting for a seal."

Just as he was thinking about it, the sound of jade falling to the ground and breaking into pieces suddenly came from the hall, and gradually there was the patter of pieces rolling down.

For a long time, there was only silent and eerie silence in the palace.

Su Peisheng looked anxious and whispered: "Now I'm afraid only the empress can go in and give some advice."

An Lingrong nodded, stretched out her hand and pushed open the golden and silver-embedded imperial door.

The side hall is deep and vast. In the silence, only the clutching and turning of light and shadow can be seen, leaving deep and shallow ignorance on the flat gold brick floor.

The gold enamel nine-peach incense burner on the table was burning ambergris, which was commonly used by the emperor. The thin mist-like smoke slowly dispersed into the depths of the palace, and the fragrance became more and more quiet.

The emperor was sitting on a large chair carved with dragons, and the light smoke was blowing across his face. The anger seemed to be condensed in the center of his eyebrows, like a dark cloud that would not dissipate.

An Lingrong approached quietly, not daring to ask rashly and not saying anything.

Just carry the incense burner on the desk under the window sill, open the small window at the back of the hall near the forest, and the warm spring breeze will slowly penetrate.

His voice was tired after anger, and he said slowly: "Why are you here?" An Lingrong said softly: "Yes, I am here."

An Lingrong took two fresh mint leaves and white chrysanthemum from the silver plate and put them into the sapphire teacup.

Then he boiled it with boiling water, mixed it with cold water melted into honey, and placed it in front of him.

Then he said warmly: "Your Majesty, please drink some tea. It can calm your mind and calm your anger."

After that, he didn't mention anything else. He just dipped some peppermint oil on his fingers from a small gold square box and slowly rubbed his temples.

He slowly took a sip of tea, his expression softened a little, and then he asked: "Why don't you ask me why I'm angry?

An Lingrong Tianhe smiled: "The emperor was angry just now. When the anger subsides a bit and he wants to tell me, he will naturally tell me. If I keep asking, it will only make the emperor even more angry."

He reached back to caress An Lingrong's hand, pointed to a yellow silk-covered memorial on the desk and said, "Read it for yourself."

As he said this, he couldn't stop hating: "He is so bold!"

An Lingrong obeyed and reached out to take the memorial.

It turns out that this memorial was not a request by Prince Dun to be granted a title for his wife and children, but a request for his deceased biological mother, Mrs. Yue, to be granted the title of Concubine Yugui and to be buried in the late emperor's concubine mausoleum.

Concubines who have children can be promoted to concubines after the death of the late emperor, enjoying honor and wealth, and will be given titles to show their virtue.

Prince Dun's biological mother was the first-class wife of the late emperor. Although she died young, it was reasonable to pursue her.

There's just a reason for this.

During the reign of the late Emperor, Mrs. Yu'e's brother, Marquis Boling, rebelled. Mrs. Yu'e was deeply implicated and died in depression without favor.

The late emperor did not visit him until he was about to die, but Mrs. Yu'e spoke with resentment and deeply hated the late emperor and Concubine Shu.

In anger, the late emperor did not allow Mrs. Yu'e to be buried with her in the concubine's mausoleum, and she was not given any posthumous title. She was only buried with the empress dowager Zhaoxian who killed the late emperor's biological mother according to the rites of a noble concubine.

Because there was no posthumous title from the late emperor, not to mention that Mrs. Yu'e was the sister of the guilty minister.

As the emperor who inherits the throne, naturally he will not posthumously give Mrs. Yue the title of concubine.

An Lingrong closed the memorial, placed it on the table, and massaged the emperor's shoulders without saying a word.

The more silent she remained, the more anxious the emperor became.

The emperor hit the corner of the case hard with his palm and said, "Shuzi! He clearly wants to put me in an unfilial position, and he doesn't even care about my father's face!"

Seeing how angry he was, An Lingrong hurriedly turned over his hand.

The desk is made of extremely hard mahogany, and the corners are intricately carved. The emperor's palms immediately glowed with a blood-red color.

An Lingrong felt that the man's incompetence and rage were ridiculous, but she still held his hand and said, "Your Majesty, please calm down. There is no need to be so angry for him. It will hurt your own body, and it's not worth it."

The emperor said: "It is bearable, but what is unbearable! Even if I am willing to be an unworthy man, how can the Queen Mother be willing?"

An Lingrong thought for a while and said: "This posthumous title is really inappropriate. As a rule, the four concubines Noble, Shu, Xian and De have only one each..."

The emperor just said nothing, but when he saw the veins on his forehead bulging, he smiled in anger.

"If I allow him, I will lose the hearts of the people in the front court and the harem. If I don't, he will definitely hold a grudge. All the previous efforts and arrangements will be in vain."

An Lingrong said softly: "Then for the long term, the emperor can only endure."

His body shook slightly, so slightly that it would have been almost unnoticeable if you weren't lying on his knees. He looked up to the sky and sighed: "Rong'er, am I, the emperor, too cowardly?"

There was no expression on An Lingrong's face, she raised her head and said firmly: "A man can bend and stretch, and the emperor can endure temporary pain, so that he can seek eternal peace for the court. This is not a coward, but a surrender to one's own affairs."

He gently touched An Lingrong's shoulders with his hands and sighed: "Rong'er, your words always make me feel comfortable."

An Lingrong shook her head: "I am not trying to comfort the emperor, but I am seeking truth from facts."

His voice was light but somewhat ruthless, almost as sharp as a thick blade in the dark palace.

"Yes, I do have to endure it, but how can I endure it?"

An Lingrong knelt on the ground, looked at him intently, and said clearly word for word: "Of course, the title must be sealed. Not only that, all the concubines, including the Queen Mother, must get it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor's face showed joy, and he held An Lingrong's arm harder.

"Yes, he wants to posthumously honor his biological mother, so I will give every concubine a title in honor of the Queen Mother's blessing for her well-being, and the position will be higher than that of his biological mother. In this way, no one in the harem will have any objections. "

An Lingrong smiled and answered: "There is nothing wrong with that."

The emperor snorted slightly and said coldly: "To pursue Mrs. Yu'e now is just a temporary measure and a last resort.

An Lingrong was silent when she heard his plan.

So he didn't say anything and just said: "It's just a matter of respecting the concubine as a harem matter. It should be reported to the empress dowager and informed to the empress."

The emperor said: "This is natural."

The sky was dark, and even the last trace of the setting sun had been replaced by the moonlight. The wind was quiet, carrying the cool and soft fragrance of magnolia flowers, blowing slowly on An Lingrong's temples.

An Lingrong stood up, blew out the fire stick, and lit the giant candles in the hall one by one.

The flames brightened little by little, and the hall was as bright as day.

The eighth day of April is auspicious.

The emperor appealed to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to pray for the Queen Mother's health and health, and gave the Queen Mother her emblem Renzhe.

At the same time, Prince Dun's biological mother, Mrs. Yu'e, was granted the title of Concubine Xian and given the posthumous title Sisu and Concubine Sisu. It was planned to be moved to the late emperor's concubine mausoleum in June.

He also enshrined the concubines who were being raised in the palace as a token of praise.

Prince Tun intended to respect his mother as a noble concubine. The four concubines have always been noble, virtuous, virtuous, and virtuous. Although they have the same names, the noble concubine is the most respected.

The noble concubine naturally became the first of the concubines. The son is as valuable as the mother, so the status of Prince Dun is naturally more noble.

Prince Tun deliberately made this suggestion, most likely because his biological mother fell out of favor due to Concubine Shu when he was young, which caused him to be ignored by the late emperor, and he was not able to be crowned king for a long time. He felt deeply resentful.

These are just a few titles, but they are all kinds of taboos and considerations, intricate and meticulous.

Finally, everything has settled down and all parties have been considered, so we can breathe a sigh of relief and take a break.

Jin Xi and others also knew that An Lingrong was working hard, so they burned a furnace of soothing benzoin to let her sleep peacefully.

Fang Mengmeng fell asleep, and then he heard Baoping whispering urgently in his ear: "Your Majesty, someone from the Queen Mother's Palace has sent someone to ask your Majesty to come over and talk."