An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

She was having nightmares again, filled with smoke, bells ringing one after another, strong winds howling, and countless unpredictable voices howling and murmuring within the towering walls of the Forbidden City.

She was wearing a deep red dress, with dazzling red lips on her fair and smooth face. Her eyes were charming and deep, wise and decisive. She held a bitter almond with a faint bitter fragrance between her slender fingers. It was this bitter almond that she hated to death.

She, reborn!

She squinted her eyes indifferently and coldly, as if she could see through people's hearts at a glance; she turned her wrist gently, and a bead of bitter almond was strung on the wrist with a black string. The bitter fruit she swallowed in the previous life made her always alert in this life. Hold yourself.

Why does rebirth come about? Of course he came to this world to take revenge!

Her appearance has not changed much compared to her previous life. The only thing that has changed is that it has become a bit more awe-inspiring and decisive; she is no longer the weak, bullied, and willing woman in her previous life.

Now she is filled with hatred in her heart, her face is cold, her eyes are chilling and murderous.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room?"

She tied her long, jet-black hair into a soft braid in front of the mirror. She looked coldly and aloof at a pretty woman kneeling on the ground and asked in a low voice.

"Master, this slave is the slave you bought with money the day before yesterday. My name is Lingrou, and the master named me personally." Lingrou whispered.

Damn it, when I wake up from a nightmare, I only remember what happened in the previous life, but I forget everything about what happened in this life.

She took the gorgeous brocade clothes from Lingrou's hands. The clothes were embroidered with landscapes and scenery. The embroidery work was delicate, and the colors were bright and eye-catching. There was a thin shawl outside the brocade clothes, which immediately caught her attention.

Lingrou's eyebrows were picturesque and her eyes were clear and transparent, and she changed her clothes carefully.

Her gorgeous clothes and cold and arrogant temperament in the mirror formed a huge contrast, but they blended together strangely.

She lowered her eyes, showed a satisfied expression, and smiled slightly. But the hatred and obsession deep in the heart naturally become unfathomable and cold, making people dare not approach easily. It is like an unbreakable solid city, exuding an indescribable aura.

She ordered Lingrou to serve a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus tea, with only sweet-scented osmanthus in it and no tea leaves. This was her habit.

She sipped the tea, half-closed her eyes, and began to piece together the fragmented memories, just like once the broken beads were connected together, the past clearly emerged in front of her eyes.

Her name is An Lingrong, the eldest daughter of the prime minister's house in Songyang County. Her father is An Bihuai and her mother is Lin Xiu.

Although her father was an official through her mother's donation of embroidery money, he was still an official. Without this relationship, how would she have the chance to enter the palace draft?

As for the clique of aunts and concubine peers in the An family, as long as she is promoted in the draft, they will not have time to flatter her, so what's the point of being patient at this time?

She saw a fat figure flashing in from the outer door, and when she saw Aunt Xiao with a low eyebrow, she remembered it.

The day before yesterday, Aunt Xiao was so angry that she was gesticulating in front of her and scolded her for hiding money. After some rectification, she became more honest and not only returned all the money that belonged to her to her, she also gave her fifty taels of private money. Give it to her first too.

She remembered that the woman named Lingrou met her on the main street of the capital a few days ago. She was in ragged clothes, disheveled hair, and covered in blood. She was being chased by a man holding a tiger-dragon whip. He crashed into the carriage An Lingrong and Aunt Xiao were riding in.

The man holding the tiger-dragon whip showed a ferocious sneer, and rushed over to grab her. Unexpectedly, her almond-shaped eyes widened, she held the dagger angrily, and stabbed the man in the tiger's mouth with her backhand. The pain was so painful that the man dropped the whip in his hand. The fight between the two people soon attracted the attention of the surrounding people. The passing people surrounded them and An Lingrong's carriage.

She tore a hole in the clothes on her arms and her body was covered with scars. She said that she was a slave a year ago and had been subjected to inhumane treatment. Her thin body struggled hard and blocked An Lingrong's carriage and refused to let it go. .

An Lingrong put down the curtain of the carriage and stopped watching. He asked Aunt Xiao to get out of the car and talk to the man. An Lingrong went to check the injury of the woman in front of the carriage and saw that there was indeed a sign of slavery hanging on the corner of her clothes.

An Lingrong insisted on buying her despite Aunt Xiao's objections, and asked: "How much does your slave girl cost? If the price is right, we will buy it."

The tough man muttered: "If you want this kind of goods, I won't offer a high price. The tooth shop's price is at least one hundred and fifty taels of silver."

An Lingrong smiled slightly and said: "She is covered in injuries now. If she is not treated in time, she may be in danger of life. If she is alive now, she can sell it for a good price. It will be hard to say tomorrow. Besides, I know better. He has medical skills and is willing to treat her for free.”

The tough man turned his head and looked at An Lingrong, his eyes moving from her hair to the tips of her toes. Liang Qing said with a guilty conscience: "One hundred taels of silver, not even a penny less."

A hint of dissatisfaction flashed across the corner of An Lingrong's mouth, and he whispered to Aunt Xiao: "Let's go, the price is too high and we can't negotiate."

The tough man stepped forward in a panic, stopped in front of them, and said with a smile: "Two guests, don't leave yet. Since you are serious about it, the price can be easily negotiated."

"Ninety taels."

"No, twenty taels."

"Eighty taels."

"Seventy taels."

"Sixty taels."

"Fifty taels."

"Forty taels."

"Thirty taels. It can't be any less. No matter how much it is, I won't be able to do the job if I go back." The man said with a wry smile on his face.

"Okay, deal!"

An Lingrong gave her a name on the spot. Her original name was Rou'er, but she changed her name to Lingrou. Lingrou bowed to the crowd of people who were watching and applauding. In order to thank An Lingrong, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, and then followed An Lingrong into the carriage.

Aunt Xiao regretted that such a beautiful woman was sold into slavery. Only then did Lingrou reveal that her parents died when she was young, and her mother also left a mark on her body. An Lingrong saw her tearing open the clothes on her chest. On the white skin above her left breast, there was a butterfly-shaped pattern printed with a soldering iron. The butterfly was purple with red, red with black, and black with green. It was indescribable. weird.

"Okay, we are going to the Forbidden City for the draft tomorrow. In order to reward you two, I will be the host today and treat you to the best restaurant in the capital for dinner. Aunt Xiao, please be quick and pack up and take Lingrou downstairs. I will tie the knot first. The inn bill for a few days.”

The three people happily arrived at the center of the capital. It is indeed the gathering place of the capital. It is picturesque and lively. The criss-crossing white magnolia bridges can be seen in many places. The water under the bridge is clear, cruise ships are weaving, shops on both sides of the strait are lined up, and theaters and drums are played. Noisy, crowded teahouses, and bustling crowds are overwhelming. Aunt Xiao looked around in amazement.