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

Zhen Huan quickly closed her eyes and took two steps back. When she opened her eyes again, her head hit the wall and she fell softly to the ground. She only held the sachet containing Huanyi Incense in her hand.

Until death, I never let go.

The snow-white wall is dripping with bright red, and dots of blood are like a tree of bright red peach blossoms.

Zhen Huan's face and clothes were all covered with blood. My whole heart seemed empty, and I stood unable to move for a long time.

So quiet, as quiet as death.

Zhen Huan subconsciously wiped her face and clothes with silk. Suddenly she heard a squeaking sound, and a fat gray mouse quickly ran over Nian Shilan's body with wide eyes.

Zhen Huan only felt scared and sad.

With a choked sound in his throat, he quickly turned around and left.

Seeing Zhen Huan running out in a hurry, Su Peisheng hurriedly stopped her and said, "Little Master Wan."

When he saw Zhen Huan covered in blood, her expression became even more anxious and confused.

Not to mention An Lingrong, who was standing nearby, with a look of concern on her face, hurriedly asked: "Sister, could it be that I promised to hurt you in Nian?"

Zhen Huan managed to calm down and said: "Lingrong, I'm fine. Little Master Nian killed himself. Eunuch Su, you can go back and recover."

He was startled and quickly said as usual: "Yes, I will go and clean it up."

Later, An Lingrong saw that Zhen Huan did not intend to go back with her, so she left without saying anything.

Zhen Huan nodded and walked out slowly.

The air was cold, there was a cold pain in my nose, and my hands and feet were cold.

Nian Shilan is dead, the woman Zhen Huan hated.

Logically speaking, Zhen Huan should be happy, right?

But Zhen Huan didn't feel this way, she just felt panic and sadness.

She, who entered the palace at the age of seventeen to ride Ma Chenghuan, would never have thought that she would end up like this.

This woman, who had lived in the palace for so many years, was personally designed by her bed partner to lose her child, leaving her with a lifelong infertility.

All her sorrow is just because she is the daughter of the emperor's political enemy, and she has lost her sobriety and intelligence because of the emperor's deliberate favor.

Zhen Huan raised her eyes and saw that it was already dusk, and the dark branches of the old trees were withered and twisted into a desolate posture.

The boundless snowfield stretches endlessly, the sound of firecrackers can be heard in the distance, and the setting sun is like blood.

Zhen Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

This once-prominent concubine only received a posthumous title with a straight character after her death. Without any posthumous title or funeral, she was hastily buried in the chaos of the palace maids and internal prisons.

As for the New Year's imperial court meeting, Xiang concubine, who could not afford to be ill, was unable to attend.

After hearing the posthumous title of Nian Shilan, Concubine Duan chuckled and said to An Lingrong: Okay? She has never been docile. This posthumous title is really ironic. "

An Lingrong smiled and replied to Concubine Duan's words.

She sat in Concubine Duan's incense palace, slowly peeled an orange, and threw the peel into the charcoal basin. Soon there was a fresh smell in the palace.

Concubine Duan took a handful of moon wheels and slowly massaged her face, saying, "When I woke up yesterday, I noticed that there were wrinkles at the corners of my eyes, and then I remembered that I am already twenty-seven."

An Lingrong smiled and said, "Recently, I have seen that my empress is also very interested in dressing up."

She smiled lightly: "Really? Women, they are all the same."

An Lingrong bowed solemnly and said in surprise: "What are you doing?"

An Lingrong said: "Su Xi is not Nian's confidant, and Nian did not instruct him to set the fire, although he denied it at the time. Apart from me and the queen, only the empress can arrange such a person in the palace." No suspicion."

She smiled, her eyes narrowed, gentle yet sharp, and said lightly: "Yes, who would care about a concubine who has been sick for a long time."

An Lingrong stood up and said: "It doesn't matter who hands it, it's really difficult to find someone in this palace who likes Nian.

Besides, anyone can do it to add insult to injury. "

Concubine Duan pulled An Lingrong up and said, "You don't need to thank me, I'm just doing it for myself."

An Lingrong smiled: "There's just one thing I can't figure out. Since it was arranged by the empress, why didn't I set the fire earlier? I had to peek outside for several days and was discovered by my slaves."

She slowly swallowed a piece of orange and said with a smile: "There was no need for you to do it yourself, but unfortunately those days were when the snow was melting, and it was humid outside and it was difficult to light a fire, so it was delayed for a few days."

She paused and then said: "It doesn't matter even if you are caught. If you have ready-made flint and kerosene on you, you can charge Nian Shilan with evil intentions."

An Lingrong smiled happily: "It's a pity that it's not as serious a crime as burning the palace and hurting people."

An Lingrong said and looked at her again, "I can finally take revenge, but have you made any plans for your future?"

Concubine Duan thought for a moment and didn't understand what An Lingrong meant.

Now, she has Princess Gongding by her side, and the situation is much better than before.

As a result, Concubine Duan said: "Is it possible that Concubine An has some ideas about the future of this palace?"

An Lingrong was about to answer her when suddenly Jin Xi hurried in and said, "My dear, my concubine is dead."

An Lingrong pretended to be surprised, and then immediately calmed down and said: "Go and take care of it. Don't forget to pay attention to the etiquette of whatever you want to give. I will rush to Hexu Palace later."

When Concubine Duan saw her going out, she looked at An Lingrong and said, "It seems that the emperor's arrangements are flawless?"

This was Concubine Duan's attempt to test whether An Lingrong knew the cause of Xiangbi's death.

An Lingrong said calmly: "Yes, the emperor gave the medicine half a month ago, and he calculated that it would cause an attack today. Doctor Wen was very careful about the dosage, so there would be no mistake.

I also asked him privately, and he told me that he often had nightmares after taking medicine, and that Nian Shilan was deposed because of her report.

Now that she is dead again, it is so perfect that everyone will think that she died due to guilt and heart disease. "

Concubine Duan thought for a while and said, "That's good. Cao Qinmo is very scheming, and he knows that you and Concubine Hui brought down Nian Shilan. It would be difficult to deal with it if you contradict him."

She thought about it and said: "Doctors have a parental heart. It is difficult for Imperial Doctor Wen to work for the emperor and tell you that his character is not comparable to ours."

An Lingrong bowed her head slightly. Wen Shichu was always willing to do this for the sake of the family's honor.

Even if he kills people, as long as he can preserve the honor of the family, even though he is unwilling to agree to the emperor in his heart.

Although Cao Qinmo and An Lingrong worked together, they were wary of each other.

It is absolutely unwise to kill openly, and assassination may not be clean and tidy. The only way to do it is to drop the drug and leave no trace at all.

An Lingrong calmed down her thoughts, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and sneered: "Nian Shilan wouldn't be so vicious if she hadn't been making suggestions from the side."

Concubine Duan nodded and said, "She betrayed Concubine Hua for her own benefit, so there's no guarantee she won't betray you in the future.

Although Concubine Hua is fierce and domineering, without the support of her family, she has become a tiger without claws and is not something to be afraid of.

But Cao Qinmo was not easy to deal with. Once she died, there would be no worries. "

An Lingrong faced the skylight outside the window, and a cold sheen shone on her armor. She sighed, "I'm just sorry that Princess Wen Yi lost her mother at a young age."

An Lingrong turned her head, lifted the curtains, and smiled indifferently at Cao Qinmo's palace.

"Although the empress has Princess Gongding under her knees, there is no guarantee that the emperor will let the princess marry her in the future. Therefore, she has Princess Wen Yi as the second princess, plus the empress as her adoptive mother.

I think that in the future, he and Gong Ding will complement each other, and they will definitely become well-behaved and sensible. The emperor should have no objection. "

She laughed silently, "Is this the great gift you mentioned before?"

An Lingrong pursed her lips quietly and said, "Your Majesty loves the princess so much, so she will definitely treat her as her own child and love her even more.

This is the best place to end up. I hope Xiangbi can have a smile on her face. "

She looked at An Lingrong quietly and smiled brightly.

"If she is raised by my hands, even if Princess Wen Yi knows the cause of her biological mother's death in the future, she will definitely be concerned about the nurturing feelings of my adoptive mother."

An Lingrong smiled slightly: "The princess is still young, so she may not remember her biological mother when she grows up.

What's more, the birth mother is not as close as the adoptive mother. With the mother's care, she may not know how the concubine died. "

Concubine Duan said sincerely: "I must love Wen Yi and Gong Ding very much, and I will give them everything I can give them."

Seven days later, Concubine Xiang went to the funeral and was posthumously named Concubine Xiang.

Wen Yi was also temporarily given to Concubine Duan to raise.

An Lingrong accompanied the emperor back to the study room of Yangxin Hall, and quietly read the booklet with him.

A few clumps of thin bamboo outside were clinging to the remaining snow, and there was a ticking sound as the snow melted. The wet soil on the ground turned into a bit of mud, which was a bit unbearable.

It seems that some truths in this world are always the least beautiful and unacceptable. It would be better for everything to be covered up and not known by others.

The emperor read a volume of excerpts and suddenly said displeasedly: "Some ministers reported that Prince Dun always complained in prison, calling me a villain and threatening him with the lives of his wife and children."

I smiled lightly and said: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. He was once a noble prince, but once he became a prisoner, he would inevitably complain."

An Lingrong turned to him and asked: "How does the emperor plan to deal with it?"

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and An Lingrong understood it instantly.

An Lingrong nodded and said: "It is understandable that the emperor intends to do this. After all, the prince is a rebellious minister and a traitor. It would not be a pity to kill him."

An Lingrong changed the topic and said, "But is the emperor angry today just because of the prince's complaints?"

He looked at An Lingrong and said, "Rong'er, I care more about what you say in the world."

really. I soothed my brows and said warmly: "Then please, Your Majesty, give the prince's son a virtual title.

The prince resented the emperor for threatening the lives of his wife and children, but the emperor chose to extend his kindness to the emperor so as not to leave the orphans and young children helpless, so that there would be no room for criticism from the world. "

The emperor pondered, "My son is still young..."

However, he quickly smiled, "I just like that he is young."

When he went to court the next day, the emperor ordered the prince's son to succeed him as Prince Tun.

Of course, his son is only seven years old, and the title of Prince Dun is just a false title, and he gets some salary to live on.

A few days later, Zhen Huan relied on her skill to be consecrated again and promoted to concubine.

At the same time, in order to commend An Lingrong, the emperor specially came to live with An Lingrong in Yongshou Palace the night before Zhen Huan was canonized.

The cool, white moonlight penetrated from between the curtains and fell on the woven gold carpet, like frost and snow. It was also swayed by the dim red light of the candlelight in the hall, giving it a bit of warmth.

An Lingrong was leaning on the emperor's arms. The ambergris in the incense burner was emitting a delicate white smoke, like a thread, rising slightly and slowly spreading out.

The emperor's pajamas were loosely knotted, and the palace was as warm as spring, and he didn't feel cold at all.

He held An Lingrong in his arms and said kindly: "The Yongshou Palace has been repaired. At the moment of application tomorrow, when the concubines are sealed, you can go back to live in the Yongshou Palace as usual."

An Lingrong caressed his slightly green chin with her fingers and smiled: "I feel wronged by Chun Bin. She is crowded in Sister Xin's place. It is inconvenient for the Emperor to see her."

He laughed: "What's the inconvenience? It's just whether I like to look at her or not."

He stopped laughing, held my shoulders, and said: "I have thought about it, and I will let you live alone in Yongshou Palace.

One time I came to see you, and Chun Bin was also there, which was really unpleasant. "

An Lingrong smiled lightly: "The emperor's original intention was to live with the concubine because he liked her. Why didn't he let her come back? I'm afraid that the concubine would be heartbroken."

There was some sincerity in the emperor's expression, and he said word by word: "From now on, you will only live in Yongshou Palace. In spring, you and I will drink in front of the begonias in the courtyard, and watch you dancing and praying to God among the pear blossoms. Wu, I will enjoy the lotus flowers with you at the Taiping Palace in the summer."

An Lingrong was touched in her heart, with affection in her eyes and a smile, and she slowly said: "Bake osmanthus wine with Shiro in autumn, and watch the snow falling in the sky together in winter."

He seemed to be sighing, but sincerely said, "Yes, I want to stay with you, and you should stay with me."

Deep night.

I was drowsy with my eyes closed, and as I tossed and turned, I vaguely heard a long, distant sound.

Although spring has begun, the snow is still falling, and the dark night is so long. The heated floor and charcoal pot make the room as warm as spring. Only the howling wind outside the window reminds me how rare and unreal this warmth is.

An Lingrong was still awake from sleep, and the emperor's tight embrace made her sweat slightly.

I wanted to struggle to loosen it, but in the end I still couldn't let it go, preferring to stay wet with slight sweat like this.

Tomorrow is the day when Zhen Huan is awarded the title of Jinfeng.

An Lingrong was not particularly happy. The emperor was sleeping soundly in his sleep. He turned sideways, hugged her body tightly with one hand, and whispered softly.

As if calling Zhen Huan, An Lingrong woke up clearly, and the light that wanted to kill suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Keeping the word "耀耀" in mind, when the emperor went to see the concubine for breakfast in the daytime, An Lingrong specifically told Baojuan to remember whether the emperor had mentioned these two words before.

Sure enough, the emperor really mentioned these two words repeatedly in front of Zhen Huan.

Judging from Zhen Huan's appearance, she probably doesn't know how lethal these two words are in front of the Queen.

An Lingrong sneered, her friendship with the emperor had long since disappeared with last night.

She knew that the emperor was ruthless, and the only one she could rely on in this cannibal harem was herself.

Because it was early, no other concubines had come to pay their respects.

After waiting for a while, the queen came out and said, "It's too early for you two."

Zhen Huan smiled and said respectfully: "It's time to come to express my gratitude to the Queen."

The queen said kindly: "Thank you for what you are doing. You are promoted and granted the title because of yourself. The emperor loves you."

An Lingrong covered her lips with silk and smiled quietly, "When it comes to doting, who can be as good as Sister Wan?"