Variety Film and Television: Starting from the Legend of Zhen Huan

"It was you who killed my child. He was still so young. I asked the imperial doctor, and the imperial doctor said that if it weren't for you, there might be a chance of saving the baby! But you took advantage of being pregnant and killed my child. Look, child, retribution has come now." Lingrong heard the hateful cries of the noble Fucha from a distance.

"What about my child?" Zhen Huan looked at Mr. Fu Cha in confusion.

"Your child? He was killed by yourself. Zhen Guiren hasn't reflected enough in the past few months."

The noble Fucha looked a little crazy. He raised his hand and gave Zhen Huan a slap, which happened to hit the scarred side of the face. It stung and hurt Zhen Huan's heart.

Zhen Huan screamed and stared at the noble Fu Cha, "If you hurt my concubine's face, the emperor will not let you go."

"What are you doing? Didn't anyone teach you the rules? Besides, has the emperor set foot in your palace in the past few months? Why let him go? Is it that Mr. Zhen can't understand the current situation? Who is still in front of you? Don’t you know? This is the Third Prince’s biological mother, Concubine Qi. What a pity. If the child in your belly is born, he will be the Third Prince’s younger brother.” The words of the noble Fucha were very harsh.

Concubine Qi had a good relationship with the noble Fucha, so she naturally knew how much pain the noble Fucha suffered after giving birth. The imperial doctor also said that it was difficult for the noble Fucha to get pregnant, which made the noble Fucha not hate her.

"Cuiguo, smash her face, and let me kneel here while I stare at her and think about it."

"But Mr. Zhen has no children now. It doesn't matter how long he kneels. Concubine, I see Mr. Zhen's face is rosy. Is it okay to kneel until midnight?" Mr. Fucha smiled wildly.

Zhen Huan felt it bit by bit, and the two of them pointed at each other as if they were watching a joke. They didn't leave until they saw the stains on their faces.

After the two left, Zhen Huan felt humiliated. The pitiful look in the palace maid's eyes made her feel really pitiful. Without the child, she also lost the emperor's favor.

He raised his eyes and saw Lingrong's slightly raised lips, and stopped to take a look. This was the first time that Lingrong showed malice in front of Zhen Huan. He looked really pitiful. There were slap marks on his face, which were particularly conspicuous. Zhen Huan was strong. Cheer up and say, "Greetings to Concubine Rou."

Ling Rong glanced lightly and left, as if he had not seen Zhen Huan. "Kneeling on the side, you are blocking the palace people behind you." The little palace maid who met him looked down at Zhen Huan and said.

She is so majestic. Doesn’t the concubine feel dirty just looking at her? It was obvious that they all entered the palace together, her appearance was obviously superior to that of the concubine, and her honor and favor was obviously superior to that of the concubine. How could she be in this situation now?

She was even reprimanded by a little maid in the concubine's palace, but what was so special about concubine Rou? She was as soft and weak as a sickly child. She looked down upon her family. Why did she even have a child? Zhen Huan's face was a little distorted.

No! She couldn't stand this kind of life anymore. When would the days of being stepped on by others end? She had to find a way to regain favor. However, the Shuhen Glue was almost used up, so why were the two scars on her face still looming? She asked Wei Lin, but Wei Lin also said that they couldn't be cured and could only be covered with powder.

By the way, she has learned the Jinghong Dance since she was a child. It was just that she always wanted to dance more innovatively at Princess Wen Yi's first-year banquet, so she danced poorly. If she had imitated Queen Chunyuan's dance wholeheartedly, then she would not be able to dance well. error.

Lingrong is not afraid of being regarded as an enemy by Zhen Huan. How can Zhen Huan be worthy of being her opponent now?

The next day, the news about Shui Su reached Ling Rong's ears. Is Zhen Huan really planning to dance the Jinghong Dance in winter? It's hard for her to think of this way to win favor, without caring about her own body at all.

Zhen Huan was always a step slower in everything she did. She had almost learned the palm dance, and then Zhen Huan came up with the idea of ​​dancing the Jinghong Dance to compete for favors. Unfortunately, she had no intention of competing for favors, and the emperor was already extremely disappointed in her.

In the Changyin Pavilion, the mausoleum walked out in a tulle blue dance skirt, which showed her jade-like skin. The breeze blew, the bells on her feet jingled, and the jadeite was particularly noticeable. The blindfolded eunuch raised the drum, and the emperor One person is watching from the main seat.

The candlelight swayed, and the unusual dance skirt, green tail, and shining golden thread seemed to be glowing.

Lingrong Yu tapped her feet lightly and stepped on the drum step by step, as if she was stepping on the emperor's heart. Her body was light and she danced like a fairy. Her dance skirt swayed slightly and danced gracefully on the drum.

The emperor couldn't take his eyes away from the graceful dance steps and slender figure. The more he looked at it, the more excited he became. Fortunately, these eunuchs were all blindfolded.

The emperor looked greedily at the man on the drum. The end of Lingrong's eyes slightly raised, and she looked more charming. Her red lips were slightly raised, and she smiled, as if to seduce her, looking straight at the emperor.

As the sound of the musical instruments ended, Ling Rong's footsteps gradually slowed down, and he stepped on the drum and jumped into the emperor's arms. The blindfolded eunuch and musicians slowly retreated, leaving only Ling Rong and the emperor in the room. .

Before the emperor could say any words of praise, Lingrong took off his belt and covered the emperor's eyes. He smiled sweetly and said, "If Silang catches Rong'er, Rong'er will be at his disposal."

Lingrong ran out of the emperor's arms and said, "Silang, come and catch my concubine." The emperor finally understood why emperors wanted to be foolish kings, even if it was just for a moment's pleasure.

After being blindfolded, his sense of hearing and smell were particularly sensitive. Lingrong's laughter was like a silver bell, and the faint fragrance on his body lingered. The emperor was not in a hurry, and followed Lingrong's steps, approaching step by step, and clearly ended up in front of him. And let it go until there is no hiding place.

"I caught her." The emperor hugged her in the corner, using his arms slightly to prevent Lingrong from escaping, and said in a low voice.

Taking advantage of the situation, he untied the veil that covered his eyes, covering Lingrong's innocent eyes. He would not be able to bear this kind of look.

The emperor noticed that Lingrong's body was stiff and whispered into his ear, "Don't be afraid." The hot breath tickled Di Lingrong's ears.

She had just watched Rong'er dance and drank some wine, but now the alcohol was getting stronger. The emperor's mouth was filled with the smell of strong alcohol, which overcame her reason.

Lingrong couldn't see it, but the touch of her lips was infinitely magnified. They were dry and hot, a mixture of desires. Her hands were clinging to the emperor's shoulders, and she could feel the heat on the surface of her skin through the fabric of her clothes.

The emperor wrapped the mausoleum in fox fur, and the scent of ambergris hit his face. There were no palace people on the road, but the noise and footsteps of the palace people could always be heard. The mausoleum slipped into the emperor's arms again. It was not until he arrived at Lijingxuan that the emperor put him on the bed.

The belt of the dance clothes had been untied, and the clothes were naturally worn loosely on the body. The mausoleum seemed to be tempting the emperor little by little, and the fingers were familiar with touching the emperor's clothes. Since his eyes were blindfolded, he was busy unbuttoning the buttons.

"Rong'er, you're wrong, this is not a button." The emperor held Ling Rong's hand and patiently taught Ling Rong little by little. The fox fur was already warm, and Ling Rong's health was not good. The charcoal fire kept burning, and her head was covered with beads of sweat, which were also stained with the fragrance.