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

Qi Guiren was crying in front of everyone. Concubine Duan thought that this was not a problem, so she asked Princess Gongding and the palace people to play outside Yikun Palace first. She and An Lingrong had to beat Qi Guiren more. .

This will prevent Mr. Qi from complaining to the Queen in the future and it will be bad if Princess Gongding is implicated.

So, after getting the news, Xiang Concubine, who wanted to visit Qi Guiren Palace, entered the courtyard of Yikun Palace.

I saw Princess Gongding having fun with Baojuan and Baoping.

Gong Ding got a little tired after running, and said angrily: "I won't play any more! It's not fun at all like an eagle catching a chicken."

As the noble Fu Cha entered the courtyard, he was startled for a moment. He looked at each other and then stood still.

Gong Ding turned around and saw Mr. Fucha. He stopped smiling and gave a faint salute: "Good morning, Mr. Fucha."

The noble Fucha replied with a smile: "Princess, you are polite. I see that you are having fun with Baojuan and Baoping."

Gong Ding curled his lips and said reservedly: "Why don't you have fun? I am a princess and I have to abide by the rules. How can I play all day long?"

Seeing her insisting on acting like an adult, the noble Fucha didn't find it funny: "No, what fun is there with these eunuchs and maids? It's better to play with me and play with the chess pieces sent by Persia."

Gong Ding smiled disapprovingly: "The noble man has little knowledge, so he can talk about the things on the chessboard as a matter of fact? Why talk about those inconspicuous things in Persia?"

The noble Fu Cha was a little embarrassed when he heard Gong Ding's refusal.

She pretended not to care and changed the subject.

"Okay, where is Renren Qigui? Are you still staying inside and don't dare to come out?"

Baojuan said hurriedly: "Qi Gui is resting inside. My wife and Concubine Duan are talking to Qi Gui."

The noble Fucha said: "That's all. I thought that Qi noble and my concubine had the same disease, so I wanted to come over and see her.

Baojuan, I have a Buddhist scripture copied by Master Baohuadian here. It is very soothing to recite it every day. Please give it to Qi Guirui for me. "

Baojuan thanked her hurriedly, and said with a smile but not a smile: "Your Majesty Fucha is really a helper at a critical moment. Mr. Qi may feel more at ease after receiving this."

The noble Fucha smiled sweetly, took a deep look at Gong Ding, turned around and left.

Not long after, An Lingrong and Concubine Duan also left.

At night, Mr. Qi took the soothing soup and fell asleep, but his brows were furrowed, he was mumbling nonsense, and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead.

Pei'er stood by and called anxiously: "Little Master, wake up, wake up!"

Mr. Qi woke up from a frightened dream. When he touched his body, his plain pajamas were soaked with sweat.

Pei'er said: "My young master, you didn't sleep well after Concubine Duan and Concubine An left. I saw that you were working so hard, so I had to wake you up."

After Pei'er said that, she handed over a bowl of white fungus soup.

"Tremella fungus soup will calm your mind, please drink some, young master."

Qi Guiren's lips were scorched and he reluctantly took a sip.

He looked up and saw that the incense ball was hung up as before, and he was surprised and said, "Didn't Concubine Duan and Concubine An say that the benzoin in it was weird? Why is it used again?"

Pei'er hurriedly consoled her: "The imperial physician who diagnosed your pulse just sent it back. He said that the benzoin is fine and you can continue to use it."

Qi Guiren nodded, grabbed Pei'er in panic and said, "I dreamed about Gui again! Pei'er! I dreamed about dead people again!"

Pei'er said in a panic: "My little master, please stop talking! I will help you bathe and change clothes. I'm afraid I won't feel comfortable being so wet."

Mr. Qi nodded with difficulty and said loudly: "Ask someone to prepare hot water!"

It was Caihua who came in. She said happily: "My young master, what are your orders?"

Qi Guiren said in surprise: "Where is Qian'er? Where have you gone?"

Caizhu was a little embarrassed, not knowing whether to say something or not. After hesitating for a moment, she said: "Qian'er was called away by Eunuch Su who was beside the emperor.

She said that her hands and feet were not clean, and she took something away when she went to the Yangxin Palace to deliver something, and she hasn't come back yet. "

Qi Guiren was angry: "Qian'er was taken away by Su Peisheng? Why didn't I know?"

Caizhu said: "The young master fell asleep just now. Eunuch Su said not to disturb the young master."

Pei'er said tightly: "Qian'er has been serving the young master for so long. Even if there is anything, can the young master please beg the emperor to spare her this time? She knows a lot about us."

Qi Guiren's face was already thin and skinny, with high cheekbones, and now it was even more frighteningly white.

She leaned back on the bed and gasped: "Hurry up and help me up. I'll go to the Nourishing Heart Hall to have a look."

Pei'er hurriedly advised: "But little master, it's already dark outside. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

Although she didn't say anything, her expression reminded Qi Guiren.

Qi Guiren was so frightened that he trembled all over and looked around with his eyes wide, not caring that anyone was gone.

She huddled at the foot of the bed and said tremblingly: "Then I, I'll go tomorrow."

The next day, taking advantage of the bright sun, Mr. Qi rushed to the Yangxin Hall early in the morning, regardless of his health.

Su Peisheng was waiting under the dripping eaves, very respectfully.

"My lord Qi, please go back first. Regarding Qian'er's matter, I'm afraid my pleas will be in vain."

How could Mr. Qi have encountered such a soft nail? He immediately said displeasedly: "What did Qian'er do that makes even my words useless?"

Su Peisheng smiled and said: "To answer your question, your Majesty, Qian'er's hands and feet are not clean. When you asked her to come to Yangxin Hall to deliver something, she took away a piece of jade pendant used by the late emperor. According to the emperor's order, she was beaten to death with sticks. ”

Qi Guiren's lips trembled with anger.

Su Peisheng smiled, raised his fly whisk, and said: "No matter how big the affairs of the slaves are, they will never get into the eyes of the master. The nobles don't have to worry about it, just pick the best ones to serve, it's like..."

He paused and smiled brightly.

Mr. Qi was in a state of confusion for a moment, his face was turning blue and white, and stars were appearing in front of his eyes.

She reluctantly held the palace maid's hand and walked a few steps. She swayed and fainted.

An Lingrong listened to the movements outside the Yangxin Hall and brought a cup of apricot dew and lotus seed soup to the emperor.

He took the apricot dew and lotus seed soup, took a look at it and said, "Is it the apricot dew and lotus seed soup? It's so good, why did you prepare this for me?"

An Lingrong glanced at him and smiled warmly: "The lotus heart is bitter and cold, which is too harmful to the body. I have already cleaned it out, and only the effect of clearing fire is left.

Apricot dew is sweet in the mouth, just right to moisturize and soothe the nerves.

The concubine thought that drinking this would be the best for the emperor's mood at this time. "

The emperor thought for a while, but he still lived up to An Lingrong's kindness. He picked it up and drank it slowly.

An Lingrong was silent for a moment and said softly: "There are rumors in the palace that I have severely punished noble Qi. Of course I have to be afraid. But noble Fucha was also alarmed by the rumors and became sick with fear."

The emperor snorted coldly: "Noble Fu Cha and Noble Qi are afraid of being like this, and there must be something wrong in their hearts." An Lingrong stood beside the emperor, as if being so close could allow her to tell sweet lies with peace of mind.

"However, Concubine Duan also asked the servants to stay longer at night, so as not to frighten the two nobles again."

The emperor sneered: "Those servants have always been cunning and cunning, and they will do less if they can. But it's good to be like this. If you keep more nights, I can sleep more peacefully."

An Lingrong had no choice but to mention it silently, and added: "It's just that this matter is not trivial. I hope the emperor will investigate the matter strictly to prevent the people of the previous dynasty from hearing the rumors of the chaos in the harem."

The emperor listened quietly to An Lingrong's words, took her hand and sat down on the couch, and said softly: "I know that the matter will not be revealed until it comes to light, so I have wronged you and Concubine Duan to deal with it first.

But Rong'er, you have to know that many things are intertwined. If you figure it out too clearly, it will get to the point where even I can't deal with it.

I have only been on the throne for a few years, so I cannot do anything that shakes the foundation of the country, lest people's hearts become unstable and the country becomes uneasy. "

An Lingrong lowered her head and lay on the emperor's shoulder, her eyes were as soft as cotton, charming, but there was a needle hidden in the cotton.

"The emperor has the world in his heart, but the concubine only has the emperor in his heart. Therefore, I listen to the emperor."

The emperor's hand rested on her shoulder, and warm breath slowly penetrated from his palm through the thin spring shirt.

"You still understand me and win my heart."

An Lingrong's slender fingers climbed up to the emperor's chest little by little. There was a hot heartbeat under Dan Dan'er's thin clothes, which brought her some sense of stability in the chaos.

"I don't care about fame and position, I only care about the emperor's intentions."

The spring light is blooming outside, like a beautiful picture scroll, blooming with splendor.

The emperor gently embraced her in the shadow of the morning sun flowers.

"What I can promise you is to be attentive. I know you like spices, so I will ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to send more tomorrow."

An Lingrong's smile contained a hint of joy: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration."

The emperor looked at the pen and ink paper on An Lingrong's table for his brothers to study, and sighed: "Actually, no matter how much you like Hongli, he is not my biological child after all.

I have always wanted to have my own child with you, so I think it is my intention to find the best place to land it. "

The spring light of February is like a few new green buds blooming on the branches, green and tender star by star, as if countless budding thoughts are growing quietly.

child?

An Lingrong doesn't need children right now, and as for Hongli, he is just someone who can invest temporarily.

Therefore, An Lingrong responded with a soft voice: "Then, how about I also play a song with my heart and repay the emperor?"

The emperor is naturally fond of musical instruments, and there is a fine Song Qin and Long Yin in the Nuange Pavilion of Yangxin Hall.

An Lingrong was used to playing, so she took off the string and slowly twisted it.

The sound of the piano is like a spring rain breaking through a pool of spring water. It gradually becomes higher and higher and then gradually soothes. It becomes lower and lower, just like a woman whispering and smiling at each other under the flower tree.

The emperor closed his eyes for a moment and said softly: "It's Li Zhiyi's fortune teller."

"Yes."

An Lingrong raised her hands lightly, and her sleeves undulated like blue water three feet away, fluttering as if they were in the air. Accompanied by the gurgling music of the piano, she chanted softly.

"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River together. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love."

The emperor opened his deep eyes and looked at her with pity: "I am not separated from you. Why do I miss you so much every day and never see you?"

The long eyelashes hang down like a fan, covering up the unspeakable thoughts.

An Lingrong said in a low voice: "The first one doesn't matter, I only care about one sentence."

She concentrated slightly and was about to speak, but the emperor also said at the same time: "I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love."

This moment of empathy gave her some comfort.

"I know that the emperor has too many people and too many things. I don't dare to ask for too much. I only ask for this."

There was deep affection in the emperor's eyes, like the warmest spring water, drowning everyone in it.

"Maybe I don't favor you the most, but that's because I am the emperor, and I can't do the most or be the best.

But Rong'er, I hope to be with you for a long time. That is when I truly live up to your love. "

The sound of the piano is lingering, and the affection that floats to my heart is also curling up.

After the emperor finished speaking, the clanging music of the piano began to play.

Her hands moved between the strings, her long, clean fingers and sharp knuckles, playing and chanting slowly.

"The car is far away and the horse is longing. You travel from east to west, from east to west, and fly hard to chase the west wind. May I be like a star, like the moon, and the light will be bright and clear every night. The moon will be dark for a while, but the stars will always be bright. Stay bright until the moon comes back, three to five in total. Yingying.”

He chanted it repeatedly between his lips and teeth, looking for the vague warmth to calm his unsteady heart.

She fell into his arms, and there was a warm warmth in her eyes for a while.

"May I be like a star, like the moon, and may my light shine brightly every night."

It was already the middle of the night when she returned to the palace, and the fatigue after going to bed had not yet disappeared. An Lingrong soaked in a boxwood bathtub filled with roses, using warm water to relieve the fatigue of her body and mind.

Jin Xi added hot water for her ladle by ladle, and An Lingrong closed her eyes and said quietly, "Baojuan, thank you for your hard work."

Baojuan picked up the bright red rose petals with her slender fingers, pressed An Lingrong's snow-white shoulders repeatedly, and said: "This slave is just pretending to be a ghost, nothing can compare to the painstaking planning and hard work of the empress."

An Lingrong soaked her body deeper, letting the hot water reach her chin, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"My hard work is just to find a person's weakness. The Fucha nobles and the Qi nobles care most about status and favor. Now that the favor is cut off, the status has become an empty title.

They have been arrogant and arrogant all their lives, but they are also timid. Ever since they were scared by you, they have never been at peace again. "

"The empress is looking for her weakness, and the slave is just targeting her weakness.

There was a will-o'-the-wisp in the dormitory, and the star-like phosphorus powder was mixed into the candle. At midnight, when the candle was half burned, the phosphorus powder inside would also burn up. There was no need for the slaves to pretend to be ghosts, they also believed that it was Concubine Li. The ghost has been to their dormitory.

There are also those will-o'-the-wisps when the slaves pretend to be ghosts. They burn a little phosphorus powder in the hand stove and hide it in the slave's sleeves. Just sprinkle it out when needed. "

"If you want to take something first, you must give it something first. Don't drag yourself into the muddy water, which will make it difficult to live alone."

An Lingrong patted the back of her hand approvingly, but just smiled and said nothing.

Thick water vapor puffed up, steaming An Lingrong's face as bright as red as clouds.

An Lingrong stretched out her three-inch long onion-like fingernails and scratched the boxwood tub. The slight sound of the touch was like her inability to calm down.

At present, the matter between Qi Guiren and Fucha Guiren has come to an end. ,

Next, the only people she has to consider dealing with are Cao Qinmo and Zhen Huan.