Comprehensive Film and Television: Starting from An Lingrong, becoming the king of rolls

But no matter how Zhen Huan told herself that she was overthinking it, this thought never went away and became clearer and clearer.

When Xian Guiren first came to bed, he was granted the title of noble, and he used the title to overwhelm his elder sister.

Later, the emperor asked Sister Mei to learn to take care of palace affairs, but gave Xian the title of concubine.

Now that Sister Mei is finally pregnant, she should be titled even if she is not promoted. As a result, the title was granted, but the emperor turned around and promoted Xiangui to Xianconcubine.

From the beginning to the end, Sister Mei looked down on Concubine Xian.

Zhen Huan thought about it carefully and felt even more frightened.

To be precise, not only Sister Mei, but also the concubines who entered the palace in the same batch were all under Concubine Xian!

how so? !

Zhen Huan only found it incredible, why should I be a concubine?

In terms of family background, there are rich and noble people.

In terms of talent and knowledge, both she and Sister Mei consider themselves to be no weaker than others.

In terms of favor, she and Sister Mei are not bad either.

In terms of appearance and figure, a concubine is very good, but how long can she get good results if she can do things like sex?

Moreover, Zhen Huan felt that judging from her discussions with the emperor about the past and the present, the emperor was not the kind of superficial person who only looked at appearance.

What other advantages does Xian concubine have? Why do you allow the emperor to treat you so favorably?

The more Zhen Huan thought about it, the more she felt unhappy. Who could be happy with such unfair treatment?

But no matter how unhappy he was, he couldn't change the emperor's partiality.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Yi's first birthday party arrived.

An Lingrong had not left the house for a month under the pretext of staying in bed to support her fetus, and was a little confused about whether she should continue until the birth.

Just when she was struggling, Jianqiu came.

With the Queen's probing, he asked An Lingrong if he could attend Wen Yi's first birthday party.

Then he said that the queen was worried about her health and wanted to send several more imperial doctors to protect her pregnancy.

An Lingrong refused the imperial doctor on the grounds that although he still needed to be nursed back to health, he could barely move around.

Just kidding, can she want someone from the Queen? I'm afraid I don't know how I died.

Early that morning, An Lingrong asked Xia Wei to dress up to attend Wen Yi's first birthday party, although she tried her best to hide it, but still looked a little haggard.

When they arrived at the place, the emperor saw her at a glance and asked in surprise: "You are not in good health, why are you here?"

"The Empress sent Jianqiu to ask my concubine. I thought it was rare for the palace to be so lively and wanted to come and enjoy the occasion."

An Lingrong said with a smile and just kept leaning on Miao Ke. In addition, she specially wore a flag dress that highlighted her belly today, which made others think that her pregnancy was very difficult, and even the emperor was frightened.

"Concubine Xian needs to raise her fetus, why bother her?" The emperor looked at the queen with some dissatisfaction, and then said to Miao Ke in a deep voice: "Why don't you help your master to sit down?"

After saying that, he asked Su Peisheng to add more cushions to An Lingrong's position to make her more comfortable. The fruit wine on the table must be replaced with drinks that are beneficial to pregnant women, and meals must be cooked separately.

I completely forgot that there was a pregnant woman present.

Although the queen has always been good at kung fu, she will not fall into Shenmeizhuang.

But how can what the Queen does compare to the Emperor's wishes?

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and the Queen's smile was a little stiff. Shen Meizhuang and Zhen Huan had not mastered the Qi-nurturing skills, so it was inevitable that there would be something strange on their faces.

Cao Guiren almost held the armor in his hand since An Lingrong appeared. Thinking of today's arrangement, a trace of pride flashed in his eyes.

After the song and dance started, Concubine Duan, who had never been seen before, appeared.

An Lingrong looked at the other party. She was plain-looking. No wonder the emperor chose her as a chess piece. He didn't feel bad about being retaliated by Concubine Hua.

The emperor is a standard facial control person. Although he cares more about the connotation, the prerequisite for caring about the connotation is that the other party must have a beautiful face, so that the emperor can continue to understand the connotation.

She glanced at Concubine Hua again, and Concubine Hua's eyes almost rolled to the sky.

After drinking for a while, Zhen Huan sneaked out.

An Lingrong knew that this was the first encounter between Zhen Huan and Prince Guo.

After a while, Zhen Huan came back, and Cao Guiren's preparations were about to begin.

She first offered to perform a talent show, and then offered to draw lots.

First, the queen performed calligraphy, and An Lingrong saw that her writing was really good. Ordinary people say that words are like people, but this is not true for the Queen.

Such a vicious person can still write well. It can be seen that whether the handwriting is good or not has little to do with character. As long as you work hard, you can achieve results.

Qin Hui and Gao Qi, the famous treacherous ministers in history, were not all good calligraphers.

Just as An Lingrong was thinking about it, he heard Cao Guiren holding a note and saying that the one Zhen Chang was drawing was Jinghongwu.

Zhen Huan didn't want to dance. A concubine was dancing in public. It would be fine if only the emperor was there, but there was a foreigner.

In addition, Prince Tun kept comparing the kabuki opera in the mansion to Zhen Huan, which made Zhen Huan extremely embarrassed.

She looked at the emperor expectantly, hoping that he would give up. Unfortunately, the emperor remained silent.

Finally, under the provocation of Prince Dun, the emperor directly asked Zhen Huan to dance.

Zhen Huan's heart felt cold, but she was more resentful towards Prince Dun.

She felt that if Prince Tun hadn't been so aggressive, the emperor wouldn't have been unable to get off the stage and let herself dance.

In fact, the emperor intended to slap Prince Tun in the face.

Prince Tun said that he judges people by their appearance, so let this damn fat man see if he only judges his appearance!

As for Zhen Huan not dancing? How can it be.

This idea only appeared in the emperor's mind for a moment and then dissipated.

He believed in his heart that Zhen Huan entered the palace just to compete for Chun Yuan's favor and to be Chun Yuan's substitute.

Chunyuan's Jinghong Dance is famous all over the world. Since Zhen Huan wants to be a substitute, how can she not learn the Jinghong Dance?

Zhen Huan had no choice but to change into dance clothes. At Shen Meizhuang's suggestion, he played piano and dance with Shen Meizhuang.

It's just that Zhen Huan learned Chun Yuan's Jinghong Dance, and the emperor recognized it, as did Prince Dun.

Prince Dun curled his lips again: "It's just beautiful, nothing new."

There was no fluctuation in the emperor's heart. Sure enough, the dance was exactly the same as Chun Yuan's dance back then, but the charm was still a little different.

After all, it is not as good as Wanwan.

At this moment, a melodious flute sound came, and Zhen Huan was inspired to come up with a new idea.

A flash of surprise flashed in the emperor's eyes, and for a moment, he fell into a trance.

The Zhen Huan in front of her seemed to be standing in front of her alive.

Wanwan... Wanwan...

"How many surprises do you have that I don't know about?" The emperor came back to his senses and looked at Zhen Huan with a complicated heart.

What he said was both emotion and temptation.

He wanted to know, what skills did Zhen Huan learn from Chun Yuan? Besides playing flute and dancing, what else is there?

Feeling emotional for a moment, the emperor wanted to ask Zhen Huan to sit next to him, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at An Lingrong.

An Lingrong looked at him and Zhen Huan quietly, with no expression on her face, but the emperor could see the bitterness in her eyes.

A burst of pity surged into my heart, and I retracted my words as soon as they reached my lips.

That's all, Nizi loves to think too much.

The imperial doctor said that this was a normal phenomenon after pregnancy. In order to reassure Rong'er, he had better stay out of trouble, lest he feel secretly sad that I don't care for her anymore.

"Zhen Changzai's dance is good, Hui Guiren's music is beautiful, thank you!"