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

The clothes on Lingrong's body were also peeled off little by little, until the emperor saw the red marks on his feet which were a bit dazzling. They were the red marks from being strangled by anklets. The emperor was distressed and removed the anklets one by one, and gently touched the marks on his feet. "Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head, "It's a little numb." Her voice was also soft and waxy. Her toes used to be smooth and delicate, but now they have a thin layer of calluses, after practicing for so long.

His moment of rationality was broken by Ling Rong's words, and he was addicted to lust again. He kissed densely from his slightly swollen lips to his shoulders. Ling Rong snorted a few times. There was a faint desire in the emperor's eyes.

Lingrong's neck was extremely slender and could be completely wrapped with one of his hands. Perhaps it was his possessiveness that caused the stains on Lingrong's neck. It was because the person in his arms told him to let him do whatever he wanted. He opened his mouth slightly and bit the soft flesh on the emperor's shoulder with bad intentions.

Her strength was very weak, and the emperor only felt a slight itch. He suddenly remembered the cat he had raised when he was a child. It had glass-like eyes and little strength. It loved to jump on him to play.

Looking at the sly smile of the person in his arms, he lay down lazily again, his slender legs in the cover making people think, and a pair of calloused hands wandered around his body.

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In the middle of the night, the veil in front of Lingrong's eyes had been removed. When she was sleeping, she always felt like a pair of eagle eyes were staring at her, and she couldn't hide away.

In a daze, he opened his eyes and met the emperor's eyes. Lingrong exclaimed, "Silang! Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Then he touched the emperor's slightly sweaty forehead and said, "I don't sleep well. I always feel that everyone who loves me will leave me one by one."

"No, no, no, Rong'er is still with Shiro, and Hongjing and Minghe are also with Shiro." Lingrong held the emperor's hand and looked at him solemnly, "I promise."

"I have always understood Rong'er's thoughts, but I have always been ashamed of you and unable to protect you. There is even someone else that I can't forget the most in my heart." The emperor sighed quietly. He thought he would be disappointed when he saw Ling Rong. look.

How long have you been thinking about Queen Chunyuan? She has only been in the palace for two years, how can she replace her? She didn't expect the emperor to love her either.

What's more, she doesn't love the emperor. The system said that if she falls in love with the emperor, she will be unlucky for the rest of her life.

Lingrong raised a smile and looked at the emperor, with only innocence and admiration in his eyes, "I am already satisfied with Shiro, and even have two well-behaved children. It's just that I am greedy and only wants the emperor to like him a little more. The rest You don’t have to ask for anything.”

It's really stupid. Like and love are not the same thing. Like is real. The collision of body and soul, and even two children. Why do you only need a little like? How could he be so humble?

He always thought that although Lingrong was weak, she always had a passionate love for him. Unlike Concubine Nian's love, which was overbearing, her love was tolerant and distressed, and she would tolerate and care for everything about him without reservation.

Since Wan Wan left, he no longer knows what love is, but the woman next to him is not only in line with his wishes, but also has an extremely innocent temperament. She is isolated and helpless in the palace and can only rely on him, but he is happy to keep pampering her.

What's more, he hasn't experienced the feeling of being loved for a long time. Someone is worried about his happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy, and pays silently in a place that he can't see. Apart from Wanwan, the only one in the palace who loves him most purely is Rong'er. Bar.

E Niang gave her purest love to her fourteenth brother. Although Concubine Nian loved him, this love was mixed with the desire for power.

Zhen Huan? Where is the love in her heart? It's all just resentment, that's all. Now he also blames Zhen Huan.

Seeing that the emperor didn't speak, Lingrong pursed her lips and turned around silently. The emperor thought she was angry, so when her fingers touched the pillow, she felt hot tears. Why was she still crying?

"Look back at me." The emperor's tone was particularly gentle.

Under the candlelight, his eyelashes were covered with tears, his teeth were clenched, and his pear blossoms were wet with rain, which really made him feel distressed.

"Why are you crying while talking?" He picked up the handkerchief and wiped Lingrong's tears carefully.

"Did I... go beyond my limits? I shouldn't have said these words to Shiro. I was just confused for a moment." Lingrong spoke carefully, for fear that the emperor would ignore her again.

Although the emperor is ruthless, his heart is not made of stone. "I am your husband, how can I not like you? How can I not pamper you? You don't have to be so cautious in front of your husband."

Why is the person in front of me so crying? He is just like water. He will cry when touched. He said carefully, "I know your affection and I will never let you down."

The emperor's chin rubbed against Ling Rong's forehead, as if soothing, and the two embraced each other and fell into a deep sleep.

The first snow came late this year, and Concubine Duan mentioned the Meiyuan Garden with great interest at the banquet.

Zhen Huan actually got in touch with Concubine Duan?

The queen's eyes were fixed on Concubine Duan, so why did Duan Duan bring up Yimei Garden.

Wanwan planted the plum trees in the Plum Garden together with him. When Concubine Duan mentioned this, she actually thought about it.

The emperor got up and went to Yimei Garden. The queen saw that so many concubines had not come, and she was afraid that something had happened. She suggested that the sisters in the palace go together to have a look, and the emperor naturally agreed.

Leaning on the plum garden.

Zhen Huan was wearing a slightly thin dance dress. Although she was covered with a large cloak, she was still shivering from the cold. "Tang Pozi is here. My mistress first covers her. Jixiang just told the slave that the matter is settled. The emperor has already arrived."

"Shui Su, look at the makeup on my face... is it still in good condition?" Zhen Huan touched the makeup on her face and asked slowly.

Since Zhen Huan's face was not cured by Zhang Mi, what she cares about most now is that face.

"Don't worry, little master, everything is fine. Sister Liuzhu is watching from outside the garden. As soon as the emperor comes, little master can start." Shui Su said with a smile.

Entering the plum blossom forest, the emperor saw Zhen Huan wearing a thin dance skirt and dancing in the plum blossom. Her delicate face and flying gauze skirt were far better than the first dance, and she danced like a plum blossom.

The emperor was stunned for a moment, Wan Wan? Is it her? No, it's not her, Tongshen's temperament doesn't look like her at all.

It turned out to be Mr. Zhen. The emperor's eyes were a little disappointed. That's all. It's good to bow your head. If you become more sensible in the future, just don't embarrass him.

Zhen Huan's face turned cold when she saw the concubines following the emperor. Why are they all here? What does the concubine’s smile mean? Do they all regard her as a dancing queen who shows her favor?

After a while, Zhen Huan calmed down. She didn't come here to be laughed at, she came to compete for favor.

After the dance, Zhen Huan looked a little bit incredulous, "Your Majesty, I actually saw you. I thought I was dreaming."

"Concubines have neither talent nor virtue, and are not good enough to protect the emperor's heirs. They dare not face the emperor."

Zhen Huan then turned around again and stepped back step by step. With a "thump", her body fell heavily to the ground. Zhen Huan let out a sharp scream. Her dance skirt was covered with mud, and all her skin was exposed, red and swollen. miserable.

Zhen Huan's face was full of pain, she couldn't even sit up, and her body was still trembling, "It hurts... it hurts..."

The emperor was just about to take off his fox fur and put it on her body, but when he saw that Zhen Huan's body was also stained with mud, he suddenly lost interest.

Concubine Duan covered Zhen Huan with her white cloak.

"Is Mr. Zhen okay? Can you stand up?" the queen asked caringly.

"Su Peisheng, ask someone to carry Mr. Zhen back, and then ask an imperial doctor to take a look." The emperor said solemnly.