An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

An Lingrong, Fucha Guiren, Xia Ruchun and others were eating pig hooves in the Yanxi Palace.

"This sauced pig's trotters is so delicious. Is the master's craftsmanship so good?" Baojuan said.

"Blessed are the slaves in my sister's palace." said the noble Fucha.

"..." Xia Ruchun choked, and Dong Cong saw that she couldn't breathe, so he hurriedly slapped her in the middle of the back several times.

The pig's trotters that were stuck in her throat were spat out.

Soon, the noble Fucha stood up and returned to the palace carrying his share of the pig's trotters without saying a word.

Xia Ruchun also said that she was full and returned to the palace first.

An Lingrong thought it didn't matter. Xia Ruchun's eating habits did not affect her appetite.

When she was in An Mansion, she was the eldest daughter of a legitimate daughter, and her treatment was not as good as that of her sister An Meifeng, her sister An Dongling, and her younger brother An Zixuan.

At the dinner table, my father always gave the chicken legs to An Zixuan first, and then to An Dongling. A chicken has two legs.

So far, she has never eaten chicken drumsticks in Anfu. Now that she has such a big pig's hooves to chew on, she feels that her treatment in the palace is much better than in Anfu.

In the palace, since the noble Fucha was the first to sleep with the emperor, the emperor went to the south to patrol the floods. When he came back, he did not turn over the green cards of the concubines in the harem. The noble Fucha was depressed and unhappy, and summer was like spring and he was looking forward to it every day.

However, there was no news from the emperor. Xia Ruchun couldn't help but feel anxious, so she pestered An Lingrong to find out the news.

An Lingrong knew that Xia Ruchun wanted her to ask Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang. Although Zhen Huan was always here and had a low status, the emperor liked her, and Shen Meizhuang, the Queen Mother liked her. .

An Lingrong went to visit Zhen Huan. It turned out that the Queen Mother was ill, and the Queen Mother appointed Shen Meizhuang to accompany her. At this time, Shen Meizhuang was also copying scriptures in the Queen Mother's palace and praying for the Queen Mother.

The Queen Mother was infected with wind and cold and became seriously ill. The Emperor accompanied the Queen Mother in the Shoukang Palace without taking off his clothes, so he had no intention of meeting the other concubines in the harem.

An Lingrong called Xia Ruchun and told her to be calm and calm down. He also talked to the noble Fu Cha, and the noble Fu Cha's face became slightly better.

The noble Fucha was very dissatisfied with Xia Ruchun.

"Sister An, Xia Chang is really stingy. She made a set of ready-made clothes for 188 taels of silver, but this time she only donated 50 taels of silver to the disaster area. I donated 500 taels, so she will stop gossiping in the harem."

Before An Lingrong could reply, the palace door was pushed open with a roar.

Xia Ruchun stood at the door with a sullen face. It was such a coincidence that she was caught red-handed with her improvised gossip.

The noble Fucha's face turned red and pale for a while, then he found an excuse to leave first.

Xia Ruchun couldn't hide things in her heart, and couldn't keep things on her face, waiting for the rich charismatic man to leave.

"This donation, no matter how much or how little, is voluntary. The noble Fucha is talking nonsense. I really want to tear her mouth apart."

Xia Ruchun was furious.

An Lingrong found it funny. On weekdays, this was how Xia Ruchun treated Mr. Fucha, but when Mr. Fucha treated her in the same way, she felt like she had been greatly wronged.

What a dignified person, talking nonsense behind his back!

"Okay, sister Xia, don't be angry again. If you are angry again, your face will not look good." An Lingrong comforted her.

On the fourth day after the Queen Mother contracted the cold, the noble Fu Cha also fell ill.

It was a cold night in late autumn, and the yard was covered with withered yellow leaves, swept layer after layer.

In the evening, An Lingrong had just finished his dinner when he saw Wen Shichu from the Imperial Hospital entering the Yanxi Palace carrying a medicine box.

Wen Shichu's hurried footsteps stepped on the fallen leaves, making a crunching sound.

Walking in front of Wen Shichu was Yun Xin, a palace maid from the Fucha Noble House.

Mr. Fucha, is she sick? Got the cold too?

An Lingrong's heart skipped a beat. She put on her windbreaker and took Qin Sanyue to visit the rich and noble people.

Under the faint candlelight, the fair face of the rich charismatic man was even whiter, a bloodless white.

Scary white!

Her whole body was huddled together like a shrimp, and her forehead was covered with thin drops of sweat.

"Mr. Wen, your lady hasn't eaten after lunch. Until now, she complained of dizziness at first, then she had a headache and pain in her abdomen. But she couldn't tell where the pain was. She was pointing everywhere on various parts of her body. Please take a quick look at her."

Yun Xin looked anxious.

"Let me check the cause. It may be a gastrointestinal problem." Dr. Wen put a thin cloth on Mr. Fucha's wrist and put his fingers on it to listen for the pulse.

He checked his pulse three times before and after, shaking his head, shaking his head, and shaking his head again.

Could it be that he has some incurable disease? An Lingrong wanted to ask what happened, but it was difficult to interrupt Wen Shichu.

Wen Shichu opened the rich and noble man's dull eyes, and saw that black and white were clearly distinguishable, and Wen Shichu shook his head.

Then, he checked the rich man's mouth, chest and back, but still shook his head.

"Mr. Wen, may I ask Sister Fucha, what disease does she have?" An Lingrong couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"To be honest, I haven't found out the cause of your illness. As far as I can tell, your health is normal."

Dr. Wen was also confused, but this man in front of him clearly had symptoms of illness.

"Water, I want to drink water, Yun Xin." The rich man's eyes were weak and he murmured weakly.

An Lingrong quickly ordered Yun Xinyun to bring a bowl of warm water. The noble Fucha seemed to be too thirsty to care about his manners, so he drank the bowl of water in one go and fell into a deep sleep.

Breathing was steady, except for sweating, fatigue, and weakness, there was really nothing wrong with him.

"Mr. Wen, could it be that you ate something that you are allergic to?" An Lingrong asked.

What she actually wanted to ask was whether there was any poisoning. In front of so many servants in the palace, she was embarrassed to ask. The speaker didn't mean it, but the listener did it with intention.

Dr. Wen said: "If the noble lady is allergic, the outer skin is the most sensitive, and red, black or white spots will definitely appear. Her skin is normal and her mouth is normal. Her breathing and pulse are steady and strong. She looked like she was drinking water just now. I poured a large bowl of water in one breath. It was like a buffalo. It was like there was strength in the body, but it could not be exerted. I could not exert any strength at all. In all my years of practicing medicine, I have never seen such symptoms. Really check. I can’t tell what the illness is.”

Doctor Wen replied to An Lingrong while flipping through a thick medical book.

An Lingrong stepped forward and turned the Fucha noble's body over and over again. He felt that her back was already wet with sweat, but she was sleeping soundly at this moment.

An Lingrong moved her around but did not wake her up, and An Lingrong could not find out the reason.

I heard from Yun Xin that Fucha Guiren had a sudden attack in the afternoon. When she was on her way to ask for Dr. Wen, Sonner and Liu Ziting said that Fucha Guiren had been calm for a while and had another attack when Dr. Wen came. .

The illness of Mr. Fucha was intermittent.

An Lingrong frowned, and Imperial Physician Wen also had no clue. Imperial Physician Wen was waiting in the palace for the noble Fucha to wake up. An Lingrong could not stay too long, so he went back to the palace on his own.