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

Before the emperor could react, he saw Nizi in front of him looking at him seriously, as if she were looking at some rare treasure.

"Your Majesty, don't you ever look in the mirror to see what you look like?"

This didn't sound like a good thing at all, and a surge of anger surged from his chest into his mind.

The emperor's eyes widened, and he was just about to get angry when he heard An Lingrong continue: "If you had looked more carefully, you wouldn't have said such ridiculous things. How can a person as good as you be fruitful? How can a young boy from the county prince compare?"

The emperor's anger was halfway through, and he suddenly deflated like a balloon pricked by a needle. He pursed his lips, wanting to be more serious and scare An Lingrong, but he couldn't help but bend the corners of his eyes.

The palace people on the side were all breaking out in cold sweat, even Su Peisheng almost couldn't hold his breath.

Who would have thought that An Lingrong was panting so loudly when he spoke, which almost made the emperor angry to death, but later made the emperor smile.

Su Peisheng secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced at An Lingrong cautiously, full of admiration in his heart.

There is no other concubine in this palace who dares to talk to the emperor like this.

Just at that moment, the servants in Anlingrong Palace even thought about how miserable they would be if they were sent to the Criminal Punishment Department.

The emperor coughed twice and said a little embarrassedly: "It's not as exaggerated as you said."

An Lingrong shook his head in disapproval: "Your Majesty, Rong'er is not talking nonsense."

Her expression was very serious, so serious that the emperor could only see his own figure in her pupils.

This let the emperor know that the girl in front of him really didn't lie. In her eyes, Prince Guo really couldn't compare with her.

An Lingrong said softly: "Your Majesty, you think Prince Guo is young, but who in the world can live at a weak age forever? Although I was born late, I have seen your portrait when you were young, and also the portrait of Zhilan Yushu. Existence. From my perspective, Prince Guo will be far inferior to the Emperor in ten more years!"

To be honest, An Lingrong did not feel guilty at all when he said this.

What she is most fortunate about is that although she has traveled through time in the drama version of The Legend of Zhen Huan, the people in it look different from those in the TV drama, but are very similar to those described in the original book.

Although the emperor is not young, he has long sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He looks to be in his early thirties, and the term "Tianhuang Guixuan" is tailor-made for him.

If she were like Fat Orange in the show, she would really be unable to boast.

"If we talk about talents and knowledge, I heard that the emperor's homework was one of the best. How can Prince Guo compare with you?"

"Besides, how can Prince Guo, who cares about the mountains and rivers every day, compare to your responsibility and responsibility as the emperor, who takes care of everything and works for the government and the people of the world?"

As soon as An Lingrong finished the call, the emperor listened more and more to his heart. He felt that it was very reasonable, and it simply spoke to his heart.

He is the lord of the Qing Dynasty. How can a young boy like Prince Guo compare?

Suddenly, the emperor remembered that Zhen Huan's reaction was completely different from Rong'er's when Cao Guiren mentioned Prince Guo's suave character a few days ago.

On weekdays, even when Rong'er heard him mention Prince Guo, he rarely answered the conversation, let alone praised him. Zhen Huan is a prince...

After all, Rong'er still has a deep love for her, which no one else can compare to.

And what An Lingrong said to the emperor was not all flattering, so it seemed particularly sincere.

When she was watching the drama in her previous life, she had a general impression of King Guo, and she knew all day long that her sister-in-law was older and her younger sister was younger. Who in the right mind would know clearly that she is his sister-in-law and still try to get close to her?

Prince Guo clearly fell in love with Zhen Huan the first time they met.

Looking at this young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, why do you like to be a thief?

As for government affairs, An Lingrong had to say that although the emperor was a scumbag, he was indeed a diligent emperor.

This was her objective evaluation of the emperor, but in the eyes of the emperor, it was evidence that An Lingrong loved herself so much that she couldn't help herself, and that she felt that she was good at everything.

The emperor was not only moved by An Lingrong's affection for him, but also felt that she understood him.

With such a person by his side, what else could he be dissatisfied with?

The emperor hugged her into his arms. At this moment, he even forgot about Chunyuan and only wanted the Nizi in front of him to stay with him forever.

An Lingrong had no intention of growing old together with her... She was still young and just wanted to be the Queen Mother and the richest and happiest widow in the world.

Early the next morning, Su Peisheng sent a lot of good things again. Looking at the gesture, the emperor wished he could empty out his private treasury.

Now, if An Lingrong wants to change a set of jewelry every day, she can go for a month or two without wearing the same one.

Seeing that the Chinese Valentine's Day was approaching, An Lingrong was having breakfast when he suddenly saw a fresh dish, which was very colorful and beautiful.

She tasted it and saw that the glutinous texture was made of glutinous rice flour.

The taste was quite good. She took a few more bites and asked Qiu Fu casually: "What kind of food is this? I have never seen it before."

Qiu Fu was good at cooking, so An Lingrong asked her to take charge of her own diet. She was the one who kept an eye on the small kitchen every day.

"Mom, this is called Four Fruit Soup. I heard it is a snack in the south. It is made with lotus seeds, white fungus, red beans, adazi and other ingredients, and is paired with some fruits. It is the best way to relieve the heat."

Qiu Fu gave a more detailed answer. She was always interested in fresh food. She even watched the people in the kitchen for a while while they were making this food.

"What is Adazi?"

It was the first time An Lingrong heard about this kind of thing. He took out the white, soft and glutinous dumpling from the bowl and asked, "Is this it?"

"Yes, it is made from tapioca flour and has a chewier texture than glutinous rice flour."

Qiu Fu's words made An Lingrong's eyes suddenly turn cold.

Tapioca flour? !

What a noble man Cao, what a concubine Hua!

"This four-fruit soup is good, who made it?" An Lingrong's expression remained as usual, without any flaws.

"It's Xiao Shanzi from the kitchen."

Qiu Fu smiled and replied: "This slave is still stealing from me!"

"Call him here."

Qiu Fu hurriedly went out and brought the person over.

Xiao Shanzi thought he was going to receive a reward, and greeted An Lingrong with a smile on his face when he entered.

"This four-fruit soup is quite new. Why haven't I seen you make it before?"

An Lingrong asked, trying to figure out whether Xiao Shanzi did it himself or was reminded by others.

"Reply to your Majesty, the ingredients delivered from the royal kitchen today include cassava flour, so I thought of this dish, which is the best way to relieve the heat and quench your thirst."

"Oh? Did you think of it yourself?"

A hint of coldness flashed in An Lingrong's eyes. Xiao Shanzi was about to nod but felt something was wrong. He asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, what did I do was not what you wanted?"

"Just answer whatever I ask you!"

An Lingrong's voice was so cold that Xiao Shanzi was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground and hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty, please forgive me. I did something wrong, please forgive me!"

He was extremely frightened, and seemed to have thought of something again and shook his head: "No, it wasn't the slave who thought about it. It was Bishui from the garden who happened to come to the kitchen and made such a mouthful!"

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