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

Who is Cao Qinmo?

She is Wen Yi's biological mother, and she is also a woman who dared to betray Concubine Hua, and was once named a concubine by the emperor himself.

Since Zhen Huan dared to disgust her and say something about choosing a tree to live in, she would have to teach the other party how to talk.

"My elder sister doesn't understand what my younger sister is saying. My elder sister only knows that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit."

Cao Qinmo touched the jewelry on his head and said with a smile: "This is what the emperor personally presented to the sisters at the Summer Resort. It's a pity that Wan Gui has no chance to go this year. You must work hard next year."

"Try to give birth to the emperor's heir as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams. If you can get pregnant, you can't give birth~"

Zhen Huan's expression changed, knowing that Cao Qinmo was mocking her for not having the chance to enter the summer resort.

Then, she smiled and said: "My sister is not lucky enough to go to the Summer Resort, but I should be able to take the baby in her belly to experience the hot spring pool before the New Year."

"But now that Princess Wen Yi is young, the younger sister must mention Sister Cao's hard work in front of the emperor if she has the opportunity, and strive to let her stay in the palace and take care of Wen Yi."

Faced with Zhen Huanming's threats, Cao Qinmo naturally didn't take it to heart and said: "How can bathing in the hot springs be something that you and I can decide? If Sister Wan really wants to bathe in the hot springs, it would be better to go to Concubine An, who is gifted People from Tangquan and Jiaofang.”

Cao Qinmo's light words pricked Zhen Huan's sensitivity and fragility, and her wishful thinking of flying with the emperor.

Pepper room...

Looking at Cao Qinmo, her eyes darkened. Zhen Huan no longer wanted to argue. She said a few decent words and left without looking back.

At the moment, she has not been targeted by Concubine Hua, nor has she been plotted by Cao Qinmo during the banquet draw.

Zhen Huan, who didn't understand the rules and basically stayed in Suiyuxuan without going out, had no particular desire to win over Cao Qinmo.

Rather than wooing Concubine Hua, Zhen Huan now hopes that the emperor will spend more time with her, so that the snobbish guys in the Ministry of Internal Affairs know that she is the emperor's heartthrob.

Looking at Zhen Huan's leaving figure, the corners of Cao Qinmo's mouth raised slightly.

Through the conversation just now, she already understood that the relationship between Zhen Huan and An Lingrong was not as good as others imagined.

It's true that Zhen Huan's father is a young minister of Dali Temple.

Unlike An Lingrong, no matter how high her status is, her mother is only given the title of Madam.

So what if we raise the flag and seal it?
If the emperor is infertile, even if the emperor prefers her now, when her appearance declines in the future, like Concubine Qi and Concubine Duan, she will not remain in an empty house.

Cao Qinmo, who also lost interest in visiting the garden, picked a few autumn flowers and prepared to take them back to comfort Wen Yi.

After a few days, the war in the southwest finally ended with the victory of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Recovering long-lost territory was a great honor for a dynasty and emperor.

After Nian Gengyao returned to Beijing, the emperor granted him a large number of awards. Concubine Hua's biological mother was also given special favor and received the title of Madam.

As a result, Concubine Hua in the harem was honored and safe, and the emperor ordered that she be promoted to the throne on a certain day.

Nowadays, Concubine Hua's natal family has a distinguished military career, and she holds the power of co-managing the Sixth Palace, and is about to be promoted to a higher position by the emperor.

The queen had to avoid the spotlight temporarily and claimed that she had a headache, leaving the power of the harem completely in the hands of An Lingrong and Concubine Hua.

Even Concubine Duan found a reason to seal the palace gate, falsely claiming to be infected with the final aftermath of the epidemic.

Therefore, he received the emperor's favor and was allowed to stay in the house, and no one else was allowed to enter without permission.

If it weren't for An Lingrong's plan a few days ago, the scar on Concubine Hua's forehead that was scratched by a branch has not yet healed.

After having a drink with An Lingrong and saying some heartfelt words, Meizhuang gradually became a lot more cheerful, and was even willing to put on a mask and smile at Concubine Hua.

After going through many things with An Lingrong, Meizhuang seems to be no longer the Shen Meizhuang in his memory who loves to fight against injustices and is reasonable.

But her love for the emperor was still full of peach blossoms. In the past few days, Meizhuang seemed to have forgotten how coldly the emperor treated Li's concubine.

However, such good times did not last long. Concubine Hua did not know whether it was because she could not get pregnant for a long time, so she regretted not having a child.

She began to intensify her efforts to steal the emperor from other concubines, intending to use the frequency and frequency to get herself pregnant as soon as possible.

Among them, the concubine who was blocked and robbed by Concubine Hua most often was Meizhuang.

Meizhuang was in his prime, and the vitality he had lost after having children had already been replenished. Now that Concubine Hua was snatching her away like this, not only was it unjustifiable in terms of face, but she also felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Unlike emperors, they can have many concubines and even many wives.

In this deep palace, they can only share one man, and that is the emperor.

Therefore, Concubine Hua once again intercepted the emperor's eyebrow village and led the palace attendants to Yongshou Palace, preparing to complain to An Lingrong.

At this moment, Mei Zhuang bit her lower lip tightly, her chest heaving, and her face turned blood red with anger and unwillingness.

An Lingrong, who had never felt that Fat Orange was good in bed, didn't quite understand Meizhuang's resentment.

But she still poured a cup of Biluochun in front of her, treating her as a close sister, and said softly: "Sister Mei, why are you wronged?"

Meizhuang held the tea cup but did not drink. Her face was a little hazy under the scent of tea. After a while, she said bitterly: "Concubine Hua——"

An Lingrong gave her a gentle look and said softly: "Sister Mei, if you guessed correctly, Concubine Hua will soon be Concubine Hua."

Mei Zhuang couldn't help it any longer. The tea bowl in his hand shook heavily and the tea splashed everywhere.

Meizhuang clenched her silver teeth tightly and spat hard, saying, "Hua Guifei? I just hate that I don't have a good father and a good brother to fight on the battlefield, so I got the advantage of this bitch in vain!"

An Lingrong stood up leisurely, teased an oriole with yellowish fur on the golden shelf, and said with a slight smile: "Sister, don't be too angry. Concubine Hua is so popular, why do I think she looks like Mrs. Zhenxiang in the history books?"

Mei Zhuang was puzzled, frowning and thinking.

She had read very few history books, so she naturally didn't understand the story An Lingrong told and how it had anything to do with Concubine Hua.

So, Meizhuang repeated: "Mrs. Zhenxiang?"

An Lingrong added water to the parrot, held a handful of beaded flowers on the temples, and said slowly: "Mrs. Zhenxiang, the biological mother of Prince Nanxiang. During the emperor's reign, the prince's rebellion failed. Mrs. Zhenxiang was deeply implicated, and eventually died of depression. die."

An Lingrong smiled lightly: "For this reason, Mrs. Zhenxiang's death was only handled hastily, and in the end there was not even a grave to rest in."

Meizhuang thought for a while and understood that this was An Lingrong's allusion to Nian Gengyao's faction. She smiled bitterly: "How could the Nian family rebel?"

An Lingrong sneered slightly: "Why do you need to rebel? It's enough to shock the master with great achievements, not to mention that they can't do it, and others can't do it if they can't protect everything."

Meizhuang then smiled and said: "I have also heard that in recent years, the prince supported by Nian Gengyao has become increasingly domineering. He once insulted the civil servants in the court, and the palace was extravagant and lustful. The government and the public criticized him, saying The officials complained one after another, but the emperor just laughed it off and treated him more and more favorably."

An Lingrong smiled and only said, "If you do unjust things, you will be killed. I will treat you as such."

Now all the fire is fueled, but only one sentence is waiting for it.An Lingrong smiled and bowed her head, "Only when the ulcer has rotted to a certain extent can it be removed with a knife. Let it heal. The deeper the rot, the cleaner it will be."

Seeing that Meizhuang was thinking deeply, he looked around to talk to him.

"Have you ever heard that Yin Chang seems to be very cold towards the emperor recently? I don't know what she is thinking."

Meizhuang smiled indifferently. The deep palace tempers people's temperament and makes them become strangers.

She said slowly: "The emperor is just attacking her and going away. Maybe Yin Chang is thinking about it and he can't tell."

An Lingrong slowly calmed down and smiled, and said only one sentence: "Without the emperor's favor, how could Yin Changzai gain a foothold in this palace? Is it possible that she would be able to succeed with her father's cloak? The less favored she is, the easier it is to be betrayed by others. belittle."

Mei Zhuang was shocked when he heard An Lingrong's words at first, and his eyes opened slightly.

Her eyes were full of doubts, and she said in disbelief: "My sister really hopes that Yin Changzai will be favored? This is not like you."

An Lingrong smiled and looked out the window without answering.

The weather in late autumn is a bit cold, and even the fragrance of flowers is too tasteless. You have to get close to smell the faint cold fragrance.

A snow-white flower branch slants on the window screen. It has bloomed to some extent and is about to reach the end of its life.

Looking out the window, An Lingrong couldn't help but sigh, autumn is about to pass.

Meizhuang did not continue to ask any more questions. The room was a little quiet at this moment, and he could only hear the slight sound of the gold chain on Oriole's feet.

The green tea soup in the Meizhuang lamp is like a watery pool of fine jasper and glaze, full of emerald green.

An Lingrong sighed in her heart, time is not forgiving, Sister Mei could bear her temper and did not question her any more.

After a moment, she said: "The reason why Yin Changzai's leg returned to normal is that I spent a lot of money to get people from Tai Hospital to treat it secretly. I even participated in her plan to regain her favor."

An Lingrong was quiet for a while, "She must fight for favor. Only in this way can she have a chance to live to old age. Moreover, she must be pregnant with the emperor's heir. This is something she owes me."

Meizhuang shook his head: "Lingrong, do you want to be the adoptive mother of the child in her belly? This kind of thing is absolutely impossible."

An Lingrong smiled and said: "Of course not, children rely on blood and companionship, but there are many concubines in the harem who want to be other people's adoptive mothers, even the queen..."

Meizhuang sighed, but did not stop An Lingrong's decision. She said: "Human calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Take one step at a time."

After talking for a long time, Meizhuang saw that the sky outside was getting darker and offered to go back.

So, An Lingrong sent Meizhuang to the gate of Yongshou Palace. The autumn light was fine and the red palace walls cast long shadows across the walls.

The peonies and rhododendrons blooming everywhere are like brocade and clouds, and they are as bright as a brocade.

Meizhuang was walking in the gorgeous scenery wearing a rouge-colored silk peach-leaf thick brocade garment, with the autumn wind blowing from all sides.

An Lingrong felt for no reason that her back was a bit more noble, making people feel that she should not be easily offended in the cold autumn light.

Everything was fine, and after a few days, the rich and noble man got a blessing in disguise, because the fetus in his belly was a little weak.

She learned to be a concubine again and again and found someone to intercept the emperor, not allowing him to accompany his concubines or even concubines in the harem below the concubine's rank.

This happened again and again, and no matter how kind-hearted the emperor was, he finally became impatient.

There were many people in the harem, and the rich and noble people invited the emperor away from the palace several times.

Seeing how arrogant she was, the palace concubines began to slander her more and more behind her back. Even the queen couldn't help but say: "Even if you are unwell, you should not be so ignorant. You should also take care that the emperor wants to get up early and go to court early, and you can't return late at night." Rushing back and forth like this.”

The queen thought for a while and said, "Let's find someone to teach her the truth. Concubine Hua and Concubine An will naturally have no time to assist in the affairs of the Sixth Palace. Concubine Qi has to take care of the third elder brother. So, Concubine Jing, you have a gentle temper. Just go and tell her slowly."

After saying that, he told Concubine Jing: "She is a pregnant woman and cannot bear harsh words. I know you are a gentle person, so just talk to her properly and say it is what I mean."

Concubine Jing was not willing at first, but when the Queen spoke, she could not shirk the offer and had no choice but to agree.

So, everyone who was annoyed by the noble Fu Cha dispersed.

The emperor had a quarrel with Fucha Guisheng, so he naturally did not want to go to her palace if nothing happened.

That night, he slept in An Lingrong's Yongshou Palace.

Sleeping until midnight, someone suddenly knocked on the palace door. At first it was just a few gentle knocks, but gradually it became more urgent.

An Lingrong was sleeping lightly, and she asked doubtfully: "What's the matter?"

It's late at night now, so a rich and noble man can't be so bold as to snatch the emperor from the concubine's palace, right?
Jin Xi came in, frowned and whispered: "It's someone from the palace of the young master Fucha who came to report that the young master has been suffering from unbearable abdominal pain since nightfall, and he is anxious to ask the emperor to take a look."

An Lingrong felt a little speechless, but the next second, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

The Queen ordered Concubine Jing to teach her this afternoon. No matter how stupid the noble Fu Cha was, he would not knowingly commit the crime again tonight. Could it be...

So, An Lingrong woke up the emperor and explained it in detail.

The tired emperor was very impatient when someone woke him up from his sleep.

He turned over and said angrily to the eunuch who came to report from outside the palace: "Why is she not feeling well after I rested? I just ordered the doctor to take care of her!"

The eunuch was in a dilemma outside the door and agreed, "Yes..."

However, the silence only lasted for a while, and rapid and messy footsteps were heard outside the hall.

What came after the knock on the door was not the special high-pitched voice of the prison inmate, but the panicked voice of a woman.

Now even the emperor woke up.

The person who came was the maid of honor in the Fucha Palace, and she rushed in stirring up the cool night wind.

His face was pale with fear, and the news he brought was even more frightening.

She cried and said: "My mistress has had a miscarriage!"

The emperor was almost stunned. He turned back to look at An Lingrong in disbelief, and then looked at the maid of the Fucha nobleman. He stayed for a moment and almost shouted: "How can a miscarriage happen when you are so good? Isn't it ordered that the imperial doctor will take care of her?"

The maid who was married was frightened by the emperor's expression, and she didn't dare to cry anymore, and said: "I don't know, my little master was fine during the day, but he started to have abdominal pain at night, and now he is bleeding and has fainted."

The emperor's chest rose and fell slightly, and no one dared to say anything.

An Lingrong hurriedly helped him put on his clothes and said softly: "Now is not the time to be angry. Your Majesty, please go over and take a look."