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

She had just gotten up early in the morning and was about to dress up when she turned around and saw the emperor standing behind her with a smile and looking directly at her.

An Lingrong's heart tightened and she couldn't help but said angrily: "The Emperor always likes to come in quietly like this, deliberately trying to scare people."

He said: "You are still confused when you wake up early. You can't listen to loud noises. When you hear them, you will feel irritable. I don't know?"

An Lingrong said: "Why did the Emperor come here so early in the morning? My concubine hasn't washed herself properly yet. She's too messy to be in front of you."

He smiled, "Just dress up and I'll watch from the side."

As he said that, he leaned on the bed and looked at An Lingrong with a smile.

An Lingrong turned around with a smile and ignored him. She took the powder, rouge and luozidai and traced them carefully.

Because there is nothing to do at ordinary times, it is just a light sweep of the eyebrows and a slight application of makeup.

The emperor smiled and said: "When I see the woman next to her shaving her face and applying make-up, she always has the same face before the make-up and another face after the make-up. They are completely different."

An Ling couldn't help but smile, and said with a smile: "That's not very good. The emperor has one person and it is like having two people. A double-faced beauty, which shows the depth of the emperor's beauty."

The emperor supported his chin with one hand, looked at An Lingrong seriously and said with a smile: "You, on the other hand, don't like the makeup and powder to stain the color, so you just frown towards the Supreme Being."

An Lingrong covered her mouth and smiled: "I'm just a lazy person. I'm tired of wasting time on the dressing table every day."

An Lingrong pulled up her hair and pulled it into a simple pony bun. She chose a fine mutton-fat white jade hairpin with the Chinese character "Shou" and pinned it to the bun.

Jade is warm and elegant, and its white color is noble and unobtrusive, making it most suitable for daily use. Such a simple outfit.

But he only focused on An Lingrong, seemed to be in a trance, and said: "Rong'er."

An Lingrong hummed, winked at the maid serving in the palace to step back, turned around and asked, "What?"

He didn't say anything, he just stood up, held the eyebrow pencil on the dressing table, and stood in front of An Lingrong.

An Lingrong knew his intention and chuckled: "Yes, the emperor's favorite is Yuan Shandai."

He was four parts serious, three parts smiling, two parts sincere, and one part in a daze.

The emperor's eyes were only fixed on An Lingrong's eyes, and he raised his pen to draw skillfully bit by bit.

An Lingrong smiled, as affectionate as she was at the Taiping Palace that day.

It's just that Zhen Huan and others have been treated like this before.

The emperor's expression of preference for one person has not changed at all because of the passage of time.

His eyes were full of affection, his tone was doting and sincere, and he said, "Rong'er's makeup is still the same as before."

An Lingrong nodded and said softly: "Does the Emperor still remember Jiao Lizhuang?"

The emperor's eyes moved and he remained silent for a moment. He took a brush from the small enamel box and dipped it in bright red rouge to outline the shape of a pear blossom in full bloom. He then dipped it in bright silver powder to embellish it into delicate stamens.

The smile on his lips was as bright as flames, and he said, "Of course I can't forget it."

The softness in her heart was disturbed again and again. So many things had happened along the way, and An Lingrong's feelings were no longer the same as before.

No matter how coldly the emperor treated her, he still had some sincerity.

Just like An Lingrong, she was scheming behind him step by step. When she turned around, she still felt concerned and reluctant to let go.

An Lingrong and him could not be more unbearable and estranged.

Looking back, the past is like smoke. After all, there are still things that we can't let go of.

An Lingrong unconsciously stretched her hands around his waist and pressed her head tightly against his chest.

There are countless flowers in bloom in the courtyard, red and green, and spring is really as deep as the sea.

He looked at An Lingrong carefully and said, "She is really like a pear flower, so simple and pure."

An Lingrong looked into the bronze mirror, then took peach blossom rouge and applied a layer of peach blossom rouge. Her blush seemed to be dissipating like the dawn clouds.

Then she tied a gilt comb with southern pearls behind her bun, and the pearls shone like flowing water.

However, the emperor folded a crystal red begonia with his backhand and pinned it to the edge of his bun. He smiled indifferently and said, "You don't need to open your eyebrows to draw them. Heaven teaches you how to grow your temples."

An Lingrong gave him a gentle look and said nothing.

The emperor's face was full of spring smiles, and his appearance became more and more noble. He pointed to the begonia on An Lingrong's bun and said: "Rong'er and I are in our youth and good days, so flowers grow together like this."

I don't know if it's the coolness of the spring morning or the coolness in An Lingrong's heart. Looking at the twin begonias in her hair, it seems that the liveliness and affection belong only to the begonias and only live on An Lingrong's black hair.

The spring light spreads across the sky like finely embroidered cloud brocade. Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflected each other. His love was stronger than the reflection between the eyebrows, mountains, and eyes. He really moved his heart.

……

More than ten days after the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather gradually became hotter, and several palace attendants could not bear the slightest bit of hot breeze even as they shook their feather fans.

So the emperor issued an edict to move the palace, family members and nobles to the Taiping Palace in Xijing to escape the summer heat.

All the concubines walked together, except for the concubines who were not favored and had little status, only Chungui did not follow him to the Taiping Palace.

She resigned to the emperor and said: "The Queen Mother never leaves Bauhinia City to escape the summer heat. I have a fetus in my belly. I am willing to stay in the palace to accompany the Queen Mother on behalf of the Emperor. I will serve you wholeheartedly to fulfill my filial piety."

Naturally, it would be difficult for the emperor to reject such an official and upright reason.

He only commended and rewarded Chun'er's words and deeds as she gradually matured, and allowed her to stay in the palace.

Arriving at the Taiping Palace, the ministers and chamberlains had already arranged for the emperor to stay in the cool and quiet Nanxun Palace, while the queen stayed in the Guangfeng Jiyue Palace.

An Lingrong lived in the side hall of Shuilv Nanxun Hall as before, but the Lotus Hall where Chun'er once lived was now occupied by the noble Fucha.

On the first day after arriving at Taiping Palace to escape the summer heat, Zhen Huan went to Meizhuang to sit down.

However, the eunuch led Zhen Huan not to Yuruntang, where Meizhuang used to live, but along a winding path, Zhen Huan couldn't help but ask: "Can't concubine Hui live in Yuruntang?"

The eunuch smiled and said: "To tell you what to say to the young master, Empress Hui is now living in the Shuilv Nanxun Side Hall. Your Majesty, Empress Hui and An Fei have always been close to each other. They live close to each other and take care of each other. Go to the middle road of the Emperor's Palace "It's also close." "And this place has been given to rich and noble people to live in, making it convenient for them to visit the mountains and rivers."

Zhen Huan snorted and said, "I still have something to do, so I won't go there yet. Please step back."

The eunuch gave him a slap in the face, got up and left.

Liu Zhu held Zhen Huan's hand and walked back slowly. Seeing Zhen Huan's stunned expression, she asked tentatively: "Are you feeling sad about Empress Hui and Concubine An?"

Zhen Huan stopped walking, nodded and said: "The spring breeze of Meizhuang went to live with Sister An proudly, and she didn't tell me anything. Now this Yurun Hall is occupied by rich and noble people. It's really true that things have changed."

Liu Zhu said: "It is very rare for the empress to value the love between sisters in the palace. However, the empress should also be aware that there are many mistresses in the palace. Today you will be favored and she will be favored tomorrow. There is no fixed number, and there is no need to worry about it. Up sentimental.”

Zhen Huan smiled sadly: "Liu Zhu, I always like to worry about these little things."

Liu Zhu smiled and said, "My queen is indeed prone to sentimentality sometimes, but only gentle-hearted people can think too much, not cold-hearted people."

She looked slightly serious, "But this time Empress Hui concubine lives with Concubine An, firstly because she is close to Concubine An, and secondly because it is convenient for the emperor to summon good fortune. The young master can't help but see that Empress Hui concubine is no less favored than she was back then. The Chinese Concubine."

Zhen Huan glanced at her and said, "What do you want to say?

Liu Zhu thought for a moment and said softly: "I don't understand why the young master is estranged from Empress Hui, but it must be related to the fact that the young master fell ill and contracted the disease again. I also don't know why the empress and Empress Hui have put aside their old grudges and reconciled.

"Although I don't know what is going on, when the young master fell out of favor, Empress Hui and Concubine An took care of the young master every day. However, in this matter, the repeated intention is really hard to guess."

Liu Zhu's words hit the nail on the head and reflected Zhen Huan's deep and unspeakable concerns. Zhen Huan said, "Do you also think Sister Mei is hard to predict now?"

Liu Zhu replied softly: "Yes."

Zhen Huan slowly walked to the shade of the tree and sat down, "I don't think so, but no matter how cold people's hearts are, there is always a trace of amiability. Sister Mei also has her own concerns and reluctance..."

Liu Zhu said: "I understand that now that Concubine Hui has a princess, it will naturally be different, but please hope that my mistress can be half as fierce and ruthless as Concubine Hua."

Seeing Zhen Huan's silence, Liu Zhu thought that Zhen Huan was angry. He immediately knelt down and said without changing his expression: "Please forgive me for being talkative. My shortcoming is that my master is too soft-hearted and has too many worries. People with a soft heart are often attracted by his soft-hearted people." I hope your Majesty will think twice about this."

Zhen Huan was silent, the wind was very light, rustling through the shade of the lush trees above her head, and the sound of leaves touching each other suddenly became a pleasant sound.

But Zhen Huan's heart was not happy and relaxed.

Meizhuang and Zhen Huan gradually grew distant, and Lingrong's closeness often brought up past grudges, and Liu Zhu believed that she was weak-hearted and not strong enough to fight against the enemy.

Although Zhen Huan has regained the emperor's favor and love, all this does not make her truly at ease.

Zhen Huan flicked the ribbon on her skirt and said, "Being friendly but being careful is the true way to treat people in the palace. Liu Zhu, the palace is too cold. The love between a husband cannot be relied upon, and the love between master and servant is also there." Repeatedly, if all the love between sisters in the past is ignored, what kind of love in the palace will be enough to warm my heart."

"Although Sister Mei and Lingrong sometimes act unexpectedly, they are still somewhat sincere to some people."

Liu Zhu lowered his head in silence, and said after a moment: "If nothing happened later, Empress Hui's concubine did have a lot of affection for the young master after the empress entered the palace."

Zhen Huan said: "People's hearts are fickle, and I understand that, so I will naturally be careful."

So Liu Zhu said no more and just accompanied Zhen Huan back to the palace to rest.

However, Meizhuang and An Lingrong still have to communicate with each other, even if they live together now.

It was a cool early morning. Zhen Huan thought about it and pretended not to know. She took Huanbi and Liuzhu to the Yurun Hall of the Fucha nobleman. The courtyard was covered with thousands of bamboo poles, which gave it a cool feeling.

This scene is very familiar.

My vision was slightly blurry, everything was like yesterday, as if it was still the year when I first received my blessing, when I and Meizhuang had fun together lighting lotus lanterns in each water tank in Cunju Hall at dusk after the hot summer.

Time has changed, and the person who lives here is now a wealthy and noble man.

Walking under the long mica stairs, the original verandah was filled with the chrysanthemums that Meizhuang loves.

Chrysanthemums originally bloomed in autumn. Of course, Meizhuang was favored by them and he was very fond of chrysanthemums. The emperor specially asked the gardeners to cultivate new ones, so that they can bloom as usual in summer, which is really a wonder.

At this time, these chrysanthemums had completely disappeared. The eunuch was leading the little palace maid to replace the flower pots, scolding: "Return all those chrysanthemums to the flower garden, put all the flowers that the young master likes on the corridor, and put them in pots." It has to be neat and nice.”

Zhen Huan felt slightly unhappy and said to the eunuch: "It would be a shame to send those chrysanthemums back. Let's move them all to the Yifu Pavilion in this palace."

When the eunuch saw that it was Zhen Huan, he hurriedly said with a smile: "If the queen likes me, I should obey her orders. However, these flowers are blooming out of season and have no fragrance. Why don't I ask someone to replace them with new fragrant flowers and send them to the queen myself?" …”

He kept chattering and trying to be smart, but he didn't realize that Zhen Huan's expression had changed.

It happened that the palace maid of the noble Fucha opened the curtain and brought water out of the bedroom. Seeing Zhen Huan's face looking unhappy, she quickly guessed the reason.

She thought about the status of An Lingrong, Meizhuang, and Zhen Huan in the eyes of the emperor, and hurriedly reprimanded the eunuch: "You can send it as soon as you are told. How can a slave be so talkative?" Yes, just do whatever the queen orders, do you want to cut out your tongue?"

The eunuch was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything. He led the people and the flower pots away in despair.

Zhen Huan had never interacted with the noble Fucha, so she didn't say much about the palace man's praise and just smiled.

The sensible palace maid breathed a sigh of relief, asked for a greeting first, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, are you here to see my young master?"

Zhen Huan pretended that she had just discovered that the person was not there and had no way to leave first. She nodded and said yes.

When the palace maid heard that Zhen Huan really came to see the noble Fucha, she quickly opened the bamboo curtain of Concubine Xiang and said, "My young master has just gotten up."

The hall was quiet, and the smell of benzoin from last night had not yet dissipated. The bamboo curtains around the dormitory were half-rolled, and the morning light filtered in with a faint bright and warm color.

There was no maid around, and the rich lady did not notice Zhen Huan coming in. She was sitting alone in front of the dressing table by the window. Her long hair was combed and smooth, and it was spread over her small shoulders like black silk. It had not yet been tied up into a bun. .

All the pearls and hairpin rings were neatly arranged in front of her. She just had no intention of looking at them, leaning on the half-opened vermilion carved window sill, her face as bright and pure as the white lotus on the water.

"My lord, Your Majesty is here."

The rich lady smelled that it was Zhen Huan, and her beautiful green eyes suddenly opened. She forced a smile and said, "Hey, isn't this noble lady? What happened to bring you here?"

As she spoke, she played with an ivory silk fan on her desk. The white jade fan handle was decorated with red bats made of beeswax, emerald leaves, and mother-of-pearl pink flowers. It was extremely delicate and elegant.

The noble Fucha took it and shook it gently, then said slowly: "Could it be that the noble lady is here to see Concubine Hui? That's really unlucky. Concubine Hui has just moved to Concubine An."

The gardenia on the dressing table is in full bloom, and the fragrance of the flowers dispels the dull smell of burning spices overnight, giving it a refreshing feeling.