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

The emperor frowned slightly at Cao Qinmo and did not answer her. He only asked An Lingrong softly, "Are you tired after dancing for so long?"

An Lingrong looked at him and smiled and said: "I'm not tired, I've never seen the Queen's stunning dance, so I'm really lucky."

The emperor's eyes lit up, and his gaze was like soft feathers brushing over An Lingrong's face. There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, like a thin ray of sunshine floating on the ice and snow in winter.

"That's very good. Sit down and have another drink with me!"

An Lingrong nodded and followed the emperor's footsteps back to the banquet.

Different from just now, An Lingrong was sitting next to the emperor, only slightly shorter than the queen.

On weekdays, this is the throne reserved for Concubine Hua, and the other concubines do not have such honor.

Thinking of this, An Lingrong was ready to drink all her wine in one go to prevent Cao Qinmo and Concubine Hua from picking on her again.

The emperor drank the wine in the cup, held An Lingrong's arm, and said softly: "Drink slowly. You may choke if you drink too quickly after the dance."

Seeing this, An Lingrong smiled affectionately at the emperor and said, "Thank you for your concern, my concubine. I can't bear to drink."

The emperor took the wine glass from An Lingrong's hand and said with a smile: "I'll drink it for you."

After speaking, the emperor drank the remaining wine in the cup, making others jealous.

Immediately afterwards, another decision was made that shocked the concubines in the harem.

The emperor said to Su Peisheng, who was standing behind him: "Go and draw a dance book on the prayer dance performed by Concubine An today, keep it well, and give it to the dancer to learn from it in the future."

Su Peisheng waited until he woke up and immediately said, "Congratulations An Bin."

The queen smiled and said: "The dancer has learned An Bin's prayer dance. When the ceremony is held, won't everyone be able to watch it?"

The dances performed by the concubines in the harem were written down in the book and given to the dancers to learn. If nothing happens to An Lingrong in her life, the dance she dances today will be spread to the ears and eyes of future generations just like the poems and books.

You must know that there is an essential difference between a dancer and an actor.

A dancing girl refers to a dancing woman, which is different from a dancing girl. She is a beautiful woman who performs ceremonial dances and understands the etiquette of the upper class. A performer who is regarded as elegant and noble refers to a dancing woman.

Different from the dancers, they are beautiful women who perform artistic and ceremonial dances.

Actors, on the other hand, are just musicians and actors, and can hardly reach the level of elegance.

Everyone stood up and toasted to An Lingrong, but An Lingrong blocked them one by one.

She turned her head and saw Mei Zhuang smiling at her, and smiled back.

Everyone sat down to drink and sip the banquet again, when suddenly they heard a very subtle sound of sobbing from someone sitting nearby, sobbing incessantly.

The queen frowned slightly. On such a festive day, who dares to risk crying here and ruining the fun?

Sure enough, the emperor followed the sound and saw that Concubine Hua's brows were furrowed and her eyes were shining brightly, looking very invincible.

Concubine Hua always prided herself on her status as the first concubine in the harem and refused to show any weakness in front of others.

Now the tears are shining like pear blossoms with rain, and spring sorrow is secretly arising. I really feel pity for you when I see you.

An Lingrong smiled coldly in her heart, and she was indeed here.

The Queen showed a slightly displeased look, "My dear Concubine Hua, why are you crying? Is there anything unpleasant?"

Concubine Hua hurriedly stood up and knelt on the ground and said, "I am so frightened that I lost my temper and disturbed the emperor and the queen's grace. I hope that the emperor and the queen will forgive me."

The emperor said calmly: "Concubine Hua, if you have any grievances, just tell me."

The queen looked deeply at the emperor and remained silent.

Concubine Hua reluctantly wiped away her tears and said, "I have no grievances at all. It's just that I saw Concubine An perform a prayer dance, and Concubine Cao repeatedly mentioned the late Queen's Jinghong Dance, which triggered my emotions."

The emperor was very interested: "When Queen Chunyuan performed the Jinglong Dance in the past, you had not yet entered the palace. How could you be so affectionate?"

Concubine Hua paid her respects again and said, "I have been waiting quietly in the palace for the past few days. When I was free to browse books and articles, I came across a poem written by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, Mei Fei Loudong. I thought about it over and over again and gained some insights."

"The Jinghong Dance was written by Mei Fei, and the Loudong Fu was written when I was in seclusion in Shangyang Palace. Today, I heard the Jinghong Dance, saw the God-praying Dance, and thought about the Loudong Fu. I am very sad for Mei Fei."

The emperor was very interested, "You never pay attention to poetry and books, but now you are so interested."

Concubine Hua stared at the emperor and said: "I am ignorant. I have heard that poetry and books can improve my mood and nourish my character. I know that I have no virtue or talent. If I don't cultivate my character and cultivate my character, I will not be able to serve the king anymore."

"Since Concubine Hua is so fond of Lou Dong Fu, can you recite it to open the eyes of the sisters?"

Concubine Xin didn't like Cao Qinmo, let alone Concubine Hua, so she slandered Concubine Hua in an attempt to make her lose face in front of everyone.

Seeing this, An Lingrong sighed. Concubine Hua glanced at Concubine Xin, who was assisting, and looked at the emperor and said "Hello".

With tears in her eyes, she recited slowly: "Jade Jianchen is born..."

The people belonging to Nian Gengyao's party could no longer hold themselves back and stood up and said: "The matter of Concubine Hua is a family matter in the emperor's harem, and I should not comment on it. It's just that Concubine Hua has been serving the emperor for a long time and has never heard of any major mistakes. , if there is any fault in the service, please ask the emperor to remember his many years of companionship and forgive the empress."

The emperor couldn't help but sigh to Concubine Hua: "It's really hard for you."

After concentrating for a moment, the emperor said: "Get up. The place you live in now is too remote. Move to Shende Hall to be closer to me."

Concubine Hua looked happy, wept, and kowtowed to express her gratitude.

An Lingrong picked a candied date and put it in her mouth with a smile.

Concubine Hua's return was expected, but it came so quickly.

Seeing the slightly darkened face of the empress sitting next to the emperor, the situation was now clear. Concubine Hua was supported by people from the previous dynasty, and her brother Nian Gengyao was fighting outside.

I'm afraid that in the near future, I will regain the power of co-managing the Sixth Palace, and my momentum will be as strong as before.

The banquet belonging to Princess Wen Yi ended quickly, and An Lingrong, who was alluring with her dancing, also went to the main hall to rest with the emperor.

When it was time to go to bed, the emperor lay there alone with his eyes closed and resting. He did not open his eyes and only said: "I have a bad headache. Rong'er, come and rub it for me."

An Lingrong went as she was told.

It was really quiet in the emperor's palace, with the vague fragrance of jasmine floating in the air, and the fragrance of the flowers was mixed with the cool and bitter smell of menthol oil.

An Lingrong knew that the emperor had been forced by Nian Gengyao's faction or the complicated affairs of the previous dynasty. When he encountered difficulties and had a headache, he would use menthol oil to wake up.

Therefore, she moved her hands gently and asked softly: "Is the Emperor worried?"

The emperor said: "Rong'er, you are always considerate. Can you guess what worries me?"

"The emperor cares about the world, so he is naturally worried about the affairs of the court."

"You're right."

The emperor sat up, looked directly at An Lingrong, and said slowly, "Actually, the harem is also a part of the world, and I have to worry about it." An Lingrong already knew what he wanted to say, and maybe he was not willing to do it. In doing so, he just hoped that someone else would tell him to persuade him.

The cool evening breeze blew across the lake, bringing with it the croaking of frogs, and fell into the house, blowing up the light clothes.

An Lingrong did not take the initiative to save the situation, but changed her way to get to the point.

She said softly: "Rong'er knows that it's hard for the queen to be in charge of all matters in the harem alone. Someone should share her worries, so Rong'er feels that one more person is better than one less person."

"You really think so?"

An Lingrong paused slightly while massaging the emperor's hand, and then answered slowly.

"Concubine Hua, who has been in charge of the Sixth Palace for many years, can help the queen. What's more, what happened in the past was actually Cao Concubine's fault, and may not have anything to do with Concubine Hua. If the emperor neglects Concubine Hua for too long, I'm afraid it will be criticized."

"Besides, the emperor only cares about Concubine Hua not taking good care of Concubine Cao, to appease Concubine Xin, her mother's family behind her, and even the young princess. The lesson she has given is enough now. I think Cao Concubine should know that she is wrong. Concubine Hua will be in the future I will definitely discipline Concubine Cao well."

The emperor was silent for a while, then put his arms around An Lingrong and said, "It would be great if Concubine Hua was as sensible as Rong'er. She is used to being domineering, and I'm afraid she will make you suffer some injustice in the future. But don't worry, I will definitely protect you." .”

An Lingrong was also silent and didn't speak for a while.

The person this harem can really count on is never the emperor or the queen mother, but herself.

If Nian Gengyao is not removed, even if she asks the emperor for protection, the emperor will only give her some rewards in private and pretend that nothing happened.

Just like when Zhen Huan's fetus was aborted by An Lingrong and Concubine Hua, the emperor's behavior really chilled Zhen Huan.

When An Lingrong thought of this, it seemed that her plan was going to be advanced.

So, she leaned on the emperor's shoulder and smiled falsely, "For the emperor, I have nothing to feel wronged by."

It was just a scene in which everyone participated. Besides, An Lingrong was still waiting for the queen to take action against the fetus of noble Fucha.

Besides, what happened today may be more of a headache for the Queen than for her and Mei Zhuang.

The emperor silently pulled An Lingrong over. Without saying anything else, he covered her with a thin blanket and spent a dreamless night.

At this point, Concubine Hua is gaining momentum again, and Meizhuang and Yin Changzai are gaining momentum again with the help of their birthday talent show.

An Lingrong deliberately avoided the emperor and made a disposable fragrance powder that made Songzi crazy, so she had no chance to sleep with him and accept his favor.

The sunshine became longer and longer during the day, and the afternoon was unspeakably hot. The sun was scorching, reflecting the white glare on the golden brick ground, and there was not a trace of wind.

There were several large ice sculptures in the cloisonné urn in front of the couch, which gradually melted.

The ice floe touched slightly and made a soft sound.

An Lingrong held the ice and leaned on the couch in a daze, half asleep and half awake.

Fortunately, the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs understood that she was a favored person, and they brought up new ice cubes after a while.

After sleeping for a while, An Lingrong, who still felt a little irritable, patted the mat and ordered: "Go and order someone to stick those cicadas, and then go to the small kitchen to make some sour plum soup."

Jinxi, Baojuan and Baoping knew that An Lingrong was afraid of heat, so they nodded, agreed, and went out quietly.

After there was no one in the side hall, An Lingrong fell asleep facing the wall. For a while, she felt that it was quieter outside, but the wind blown by the fan beside her was much stronger, which was very cool.

Realizing that the force of the wind was not something that a palace maid could use, An Lingrong opened her beautiful eyes and knew that the emperor was coming.

She took advantage of the trick and took a breath, complaining that the emperor really stopped coming to see her, and turned over, showing what she thought was a beautiful look.

Looking up, An Lingrong saw the emperor as she wished.

"The emperor didn't even say a word to Rong'er when he came. He almost scared Rong'er."

At this moment, An Lingrong's clothes were half-undressed, and she looked so ambiguous that she couldn't sleep in spring.

She pretended to be shy and hurriedly pulled her clothes over her chest, but she pouted and said, "Your Majesty is deliberately looking at my concubines' jokes."

But the emperor just smiled and said with pity: "I heard that you haven't slept well these past two days. Is it because you were too hot at night? I specially fanned you to help you sleep better."

An Lingrong was not moved by such thoughtfulness.

Just when he was about to stand up to greet her, he held An Lingrong down and said, "It's just me and you, why are you making such false gestures?"

An Lingrong looked to the left and right, pretending not to know: "Jinxi, where are Baojuan and Baoping? Why do you want the emperor to fan you?"

"I saw that they were a little sleepy and sweating again, so I sent them off."

The emperor sat down next to An Lingrong and picked up a porcelain bowl placed on the ivy table next to the bed, which contained an ice bowl of sour plum soup poured with honey.

He took the initiative and said with a smile: "Look at how sweaty you are while sleeping. Eat some ice bowl to relieve the heat."

An Lingrong has never been afraid of cold, but she is afraid of heat, and she also likes to eat sweet and sour food, so she has to be prepared to taste this sweet and iced ancient sour plum soup every day.

The emperor himself stirred it casually with a silver spoon. The crushed ice and black plums in the bowl clinked loudly. He felt the cool and honeyy fragrance and made his mouth water.

He picked a piece and put it to An Lingrong's lips, "I'll feed you."

An Lingrong nodded slightly, pretending to be embarrassed, and opened her lips to put it in her mouth, feeling sweet and refreshing in her mouth.

An Lingrong, who couldn't bear to eat it all in one breath, asked the emperor to taste some more. He only tasted a mouthful and said, "It's too sweet. Use more sour ones to neutralize the sweetness."

An Lingrong felt a little speechless, but she couldn't let the emperor get out of her territory.

He turned his head and thought about it, then smiled and said, "Rong'er made some food for himself. Would your Majesty want to try it?"

With that said, she couldn't tolerate the emperor's refusal, so she took off her shoes and stood up to get an ice jar, and took some milk cream stained with rose pollen from it.

The emperor didn't mind it either. He pinched the soft milk cream that was about to soften when it left the ice and said, "What is this?"

An Lingrong said: "Rong'er made it himself. It's sweet and refreshing, with some bitterness and floral fragrance like tea leaves. Your Majesty can try it."

The emperor did not hesitate. He opened his mouth and ate a piece of milk paste. He praised it for a long time: "It is very delicious. How to make it, I will teach others to learn from it."

An Lingrong blinked, smiled and said coquettishly: "Rong'er made this by himself, but you can't let others learn from it. Just like the sour plum soup, everyone in the palace now has a share."

The emperor raised his head and smiled, couldn't help but pinch her chin and said, "I didn't know you were so petty."

An Lingrong pushed his hand away, sat down, took an ice bowl and took a sip of sour plum soup. Fang said slowly: "Rong'er is careless, it depends on the emperor's attitude towards Rong'er."

The emperor picked her up and said with a smile: "Isn't it because I haven't come to see you these days?"

Before An Lingrong could answer, there was a soft "squeak" from the closed door.

An Lingrong and the emperor turned around to look, only to see Chun Changzai, dressed in lake blue clothes and wearing cold makeup, awkwardly walking in from the door.

She was carrying food and a beautiful orchid in her hand, which she always wanted to meet An Lingrong and enjoy together as an after-dinner snack.