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

Chapter 3 The pure and pure Jiangnan beauty

After exchanging names and addresses, An Lingrong rejected Zhen Huan's offer to help her get a new flower in her hair to attract the emperor's attention. She nodded and talked with Shen Meizhuang, who came over belatedly, and was stopped by one of the leading students. Aunt Nian led her into the entrance to the main hall, waiting for the last group of beautiful ladies to finish their interviews.

"An Lingrong, Su Xiubai, Jiang Qing, Liu Lianhua, Lian Hong, and Gu Siqin are here to meet you."

Walking outside the palace, the current emperor was solemn and solemn, sitting high on the dragon throne, looking at the beautiful women with the Han military flag together with the silent empress dowager.

When An Lingrong arrived, Huang Guiquan shouted at the top of his lungs: "An Lingrong, the daughter of Prime Minister An Bihuai of Songyang County, is sixteen years old!"

Hearing the eunuch call out her name, An Lingrong knelt down and thanked her skillfully. Her round waist, skin so white and tender that it was almost reflective, and the hosta on her head successfully attracted the emperor's attention.

"My dear daughter, An Lingrong, is here to see the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Queen Mother. May the Queen Mother live a thousand years."

The voice was as moving as an oriole, with the unique whisper of Jiangnan women, not to mention that An Lingrong also specifically recalled the voice of the original owner who had been trained by the queen, and she somewhat resembled Queen Chunyuan.

Yongzheng sat in a daze, as if there was a fire burning in his heart. Hearing this voice, his heart moved. He looked towards His Highness and saw a delicate woman dressed completely different from other beautiful women. Her dress was fresh and elegant, which suited his taste.

"Raise your head and come forward to let me have a look."

An Lingrong raised her head slightly and walked forward respectfully.

The Queen Mother, who was already aware of the turmoil in the backyard and knew An Lingrong's talkative skills, raised her head when she heard this and quietly used her eyes to hint at Zhu Xi who was standing by.

Zhuxi, who had served the Queen Mother for many years, accepted the order and first tested An Lingrong's etiquette with the cat in his arms.

Seeing that An Lingrong's steps were still steady, he poured another cup of tea in front of her.

Seeing this, An Lingrong's steps paused slightly, but she still relaxed and walked across the tea to stand in the middle.

Fresh and refined, yet delicate and pure. Compared with the noble ladies who are afraid of the scorching sun, An Lingrong, a Jiangnan girl from a small family, has a different cool flavor.

When the Queen Mother saw that this woman was indeed as dignified and dignified as the eyeliner said, and did not have the inferiority complex of a small family, she nodded and asked, "What books have you read?"

"Back to the Queen Mother, I have only read the Virtues of Women."

Hearing that An Lingrong had only read Women's Virtues, the Queen Mother nodded with even more satisfaction.

No matter how favored a woman who does not study is, she will not be involved in the affairs of the previous dynasty. In addition, An Lingrong's background is low enough, and it will not hinder the harem's jealousy.

"I……"

Just as Yong Zheng was about to speak, his attention was firmly attracted by the butterfly coming from outside the palace.

The butterfly, which was extremely rare to see on the day of the palace election, actually floated to the flower on An Lingrong's head. After resting for a while, it reluctantly flew away.

Yong Zheng, who squinted his eyes, looked at An Lingrong, who had almond-shaped eyes, rouge-pink skin, and wore plain but luxurious clothes.

He swallowed the words that were originally used to play tricks.

Then, he glanced at Huang's mother who was quite satisfied with An Lingrong, and his words changed to, "I never expected that such a pure and generous person could come out of such a small Songyang County. It’s really valuable!”

Although the emperor's exclamation was small, it was clearly captured by An Lingrong.

Knowing that the emperor was praising her, An Lingrong quickly knelt down again and said respectfully: "My daughter An Lingrong knows that she is of low status and her appearance is no better than that of other high-ranking girls. Your Majesty, please stop making fun of me." These words made me sad. An Lingrong, who was shaped into the flower of the high mountains, suddenly gained some mundane fireworks. The contrast was so great that the Queen Mother on the side looked at her with admiration.

Although she had always disliked women who came from a small family and were unable to bring the power of the previous dynasty to the emperor, she even disliked Nian Gengyao and others who supported Concubine Hua.

And An Lingrong knew how to measure things at first glance. Even if she was favored in the future, she would not cause turmoil in the harem and make the emperor favor her alone.

For the sake of the Fourteenth's future, the Queen Mother had to make arrangements in advance to cultivate the forces she placed in the harem, so she only offered a word of help.

"He is a sensible child."

So Yongzheng, who was already satisfied, was like a fat orange cat who had stolen a fish. He recited a poem with satisfaction: "Grace has its own fragrance, and tenderness is as long as water."

"The ceremony is dignified and decent, the conversation is generous, the butterflies surround the hall, the sign is left, and the sachet is given. Let's call it Qing Chang Zai!"

The eunuch who came back to his senses immediately shouted, "An Lingrong, please leave a sign, give me a sachet, and give me the name Qing Chang Zai!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you, Queen Mother."

After An Lingrong knelt down to thank her, she stood up and returned to her original position, taking the sachet.

Although An Lingrong left, the special fragrance she retained on her body has not been evaporated by the air. As the next batch of beautiful ladies selected for the Han military flag entered the palace, the emperor and the queen mother sitting on the high platform felt a breeze blowing by. At the same time, I smelled the vague and elegant aroma.

The emperor, who was obsessed with An Lingrong's unique appearance from the south of the Yangtze River, was itching at the moment. He glanced at the queen mother, who had a easy-going expression and never liked spices, and said: "This fragrance seems to come from Qing Changzai. No wonder it attracts The butterflies stayed around her.”

"This faint fragrance is like the woody fragrance produced when Aijia worships Buddha and chants sutras all day long. It relieves Aijia's headache a lot, but the emperor, Qingchang is not the only one who is the beautiful girl of the Han Army Banner."

After saying that, the Queen Mother glanced at the newly arrived show girl and stopped her son's chattering.

An Lingrong walked out with the newly obtained sachet in her hand and saw Aunt Xiao waiting anxiously at the door, "Auntie, I told you not to be anxious. It's such a hot day. What if you get a heatstroke?"

Aunt Xiao ignored her, held Lingrong's hand and asked, "Lingrong, how are you? Have you been selected?"

An Lingrong nodded calmly and said sweetly: "Not only was I selected, but I was also awarded a title by the emperor with the word Qing. From now on, I will always be here."

"This, this is a great event for the An family! If Madam finds out, she will be so happy."

Aunt Xiao's tears fell, which made An Lingrong neither say nor wipe them.

Different from the original owner An Lingrong, the current An Lingrong has not only crossed the threshold of consent and become a permanent concubine, but she is also one of the few concubines among the women of the Han Army Banner to be titled.

Unintentionally exposing the sachet made others envious, or the emperor caught his eye and made the show girls who agreed.

"Congratulations to my sister for being awarded the title of concubine."

The blessings and flattery did not make An Lingrong proud and complacent. She knew that there was still a long way to go, and this was just the first step for her to gain favor.

The rickshaw pullers, who had high expectations but low intentions, were constantly fighting for An Lingrong, and she was already a favorite in everyone's eyes.

However, An Lingrong still chose the carriage she came in and drove away in the eyes of everyone with envy and hatred.

(End of this chapter)