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

On the night when the noble Fucha passed away, the emperor had been sitting quietly in his dragon boat. The deep silence was as if a huge mountain ridge had weighed the emperor down and made no sound.

He never thought that just after taking a boat trip for a while, the Fucha nobleman who represented the Fucha family would die in such an unexplained way.

You know, there is a completely different saying that a noble Fucha died in the harem after committing a crime than died outside.

Especially now that there are not many people available to the former dynasty, the turmoil caused can be imagined.

When An Lingrong heard the news, she had already changed into plain clothes, wearing only a plain silver hairpin and a white silk flower hairpin.

The emperor's handsome face looked frail and pale under the dim candlelight.

An Lingrong was beside the emperor, and their shadows overlapped, as if there was only one.

Relatively speaking, there is only a lonely shadow.

The night wind blew up the surging water waves and slapped them on the hull of the boat, making a long and dull sound. Together with the distant cry, it slapped slowly and heavily on my heart.

The emperor looked at An Lingrong steadily, and after a while he sighed quietly.

An Lingrong held his hand, her expression was extremely calm, and she said slowly: "The matter of richly inspecting noble people is something recognized by God."

The emperor was leaning on the chair. It was obviously a warm and slightly cool spring night, but his long sigh was like a sigh, but it was the coldness of the early autumn.

"Noble Fucha swears by the glory and blessings of the Fucha family for hundreds of years. She acknowledges what she has done, but she will deny it until her death for those things she was accused of by the palace maid."

An Lingrong's body trembled slightly, and a sound of surprise escaped from her clenched teeth.

She raised her face and asked: "The Fucha family's century-old glory and happiness? Did she really swear by this?"

However, her expression immediately turned cold: "It's just an oath. I don't believe in oaths."

She pondered for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, the two maids who are accompanying you are the confidants of noble Fu Cha. If we have questions about many things, now that noble Fu Cha has passed away, we may be able to find out something from their mouths."

The emperor was quiet for a moment and called Su Peisheng in a deep voice. However, it was Xiao Xiazi who came in. He kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, Eunuch Su has just left. I am waiting for you."

The emperor didn't pay attention and just said: "It's the same as you are here, go and send the two of them over."

Jin Zhong was about to turn around and go out as he promised, when suddenly he saw the curtain outside move and a figure flash in. He stood aside with his head bowed respectfully and said, "My servant Su Peisheng pays his respects to the emperor."

He knelt on the ground, glanced at Xiao Xiazi, and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, there is no need to call the two of them. I just went out to hear someone report that the palace maid died after touching a pillar, and that the rich chaplain was martyred."

The emperor and An Lingrong looked at each other, seeing a hint of shock in each other's eyes, and couldn't help but lose their voice.

"Both of them were martyred?"

Su Peisheng lowered his head and said, "Yes. The noble lady Fucha passed away, and there were many things to take care of on the Qingfang.

Unexpectedly, there was an archway just where they landed. When the servant looked for the two of them, they had already crashed to death on the stone pillars of the archway. "

An Lingrong looked at the emperor and read a clear trace of suspicion in his twinkling expression.

That suspicion clearly grew in the bottom of his heart, like a thin burr, faintly touching the subtle pain and itch.

"Your Majesty, sacrificing one's lord is an honorable matter. Why should the two dowry maids secretly carry someone on his back?"

The emperor concentrated for a moment and asked: "Su Peisheng, go and tell Zhu Xi. She is older and more stable. Let her take a look at the two bodies and discuss how to deal with them."

When the emperor saw An Lingrong's sleepy look, he couldn't bear it and said, "It's late at night. If you stay up any longer, you'll be hurting yourself. Go back and have a rest." After that, he ordered Su Peisheng and Yin Yin sent An Lingrong out. .

An Lingrong just walked to the stern of the emperor's dragon boat when she saw an exquisite woman wearing a lotus blue Ruyi cloud-patterned cloak standing at the stern of the boat, looking at her from a distance, with a warm smile on her white face.

An Lingrong was extremely tired. When she saw her looking at her with a smile, her heart felt warm. She quickly stepped forward and held her hand and said, "Sister Mei, it's cold at night, why are you here at this time?"

Because at night, Sister Mei only used a mutton-fat white jade inlaid with tourmaline lotus to hold her bun in a bun with a few tourmaline beads on the tail, making it look more elegant and simple.

Sister Mei lowered her head and said, "I haven't spoken to my sister since lunch today. There are always many things on my mind. I really can't sleep, so I came here to wait for my sister."

An Lingrong tightened the beaded dark purple ribbon on her cloak for her sister, revealing a mark on her neck. Wu Mian's light blue and purple beaded dark flower brocade pattern Luo Yi said angrily: "I have been afraid of the cold since I gave birth to the princess. Feng, I’m not careful either.”

She glanced around and said, "If you don't mind it, you can stay at my place tonight and we can have a nice chat."

Sister Mei rolled her eyes and said seriously: "That's what it should be."

She suddenly stared and reached out to take for An Lingrong the snow-green silk-pinned gold-threaded beaded handkerchief tied to the gilded lotus bud button under her arm, and dipped it into the glistening beads of sweat on her forehead.

"What's wrong with Lingrong? She's breaking out in a cold sweat right now in the cold night?"

An Lingrong held hands with her and walked further away. She felt her teeth tightening and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid the death of noble Fucha has something to do with the queen."

Sister Mei suddenly stopped and turned around to stare at An Lingrong.

For a moment, her lips parted slightly, and the words she spat out were clear and sharp, and she interrupted: "So what if the queen takes action, now for the princess, for our future, this..."

My heart felt like it was tightly entangled with transparent silk strands, one after another, and it was almost suffocating.

An Lingrong murmured: "Sister Mei, fight against the sun at night, fight to the death, but you never know when the next opponent will appear or bite your throat."

"It seems that our plan must be implemented as soon as possible."

"They are all dressed in silk, but they are just trapped beasts enjoying their glory. They are no different from them."

Sister Mei smiled brightly, revealing her waxy white teeth.

She looked at each other with indifferent eyes, a faint smile on her lips, and said with her slender fingers: "Lingrong, everyone who is pressing us in front has died, it is our turn."

An Lingrong just smiled, her eyes hiding the ups and downs of her heart.

In such a cold night, there are faint cries of birds mixed with cries, facing the smoke of willows and the moon of pear blossoms, which makes people sad for no reason.

For a moment, An Lingrong's raised lips managed to outline a smile line, but it was so cold that it made people feel cold.

"Sister Mei, I understand."

Sister Mei's eyebrows were pure and reserved, but her tone was as cold as ice.

“Other people’s lives can be simplified and complex, and they can be stable for the rest of their lives.

But once we step into the Forbidden City, our whole life will be like today repeating yesterday, forever! "

With the wind and dew blowing on her face, An Lingrong stood alone under the ripples of moonlight and silver light. She no longer felt much joy or sadness, but only felt a touch of tiredness and a chill.