An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

It was very cool at night, so An Lingrong crossed her cold hands and rubbed them again and again in her cuffs. She could feel a hint of warmth from the down on her cuffs. She stamped her feet a few times, trying to drive away the sudden chill on her soles.

"March, what do you think I saw in Xia Changzai's room just now?"

"Little Master, I didn't look carefully at the room where Xia Chang was. Did the Little Master deliberately scare her in the end?"

An Lingrong lowered his head and chuckled.

"Shh! I was in her room just now and saw Dong Cong embroidering. When I scared her, she was embroidering the picture of peonies in full bloom. Although there was only one peony, there was one color thread that was not available. I was embroidering, but the thread was missing from the thread stand.”

"Little Master, I don't understand."

"When she heard me talking, Dong Cong looked confused. Not only did she insert the wrong needle, but her fingers were trembling slightly. Just as she was stunned, the long needle pierced under the flower cloth. She must have pricked her finger. With their fingers connected to their hearts, the pain was unbearable. The blood on her fingers dyed the white fabric red. The last thing we saw on the floral cloth just now was not the red peonies, but her blood, which was soaked in the white fabric. Patterns appeared."

"Little Master, did Xia Changzai do something wrong? Dong Cong was so panicked that Xia Changzai almost threw the wool dumpling into the foot bath."

An Lingrong nodded thoughtfully. If ghosts and monsters could scare them like this, she still wouldn't believe it.

She would rather believe that Xia Changzai has something in his heart and is afraid.

An Lingrong thought of the inexplicable illness of the noble Fucha. After living in Yanxi Palace for a day, his heart was hanging upside down.

At night, An Lingrong had a dream.

She dreamed that the noble Fu Cha was taking Yun Xin to enjoy the peonies in the imperial garden. The noble Fu Cha was pregnant and her belly was as big as a basket.

The two of them were sweating profusely while walking under the scorching sun. For some reason, the weather changed and suddenly there was a strong wind and heavy rain.

The strong wind damaged many peonies in the garden.

The scene suddenly changed, and the noble Fucha knelt down in front of Concubine Hua. Concubine Hua scolded her for being her nemesis and her peonies.

She also said that the emperor's favor had been wiped out by her.

An Lingrong woke up suddenly and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was still sleeping safely in the bed.

She was puzzled: This peony is the queen's floral attribute, and the rose is Hua Fei's floral attribute. Why does Hua Fei say it is the peony that defeats her?

Perhaps Concubine Hua wants to take the peony as her own? Is she trying to steal the queen's position?

What a mess!

I happened to be in Xia Changzai's palace during the day and saw Dong Cong also embroidering peonies.

You must be overthinking it!

An Lingrong thought about it for a while, then lit a soothing incense for himself and fell asleep with the scent.

The next day, An Lingrong took Qin Sanyue to the warehouse to collect spices early in the morning, and happened to hear Fuzi in the Hua Concubine Palace talking with Huang Guiquan from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"Manager Huang, I'm here to pick up some daily necessities on behalf of Concubine Hua. I also asked Manager Huang to pick out some fresh ones with good quality."

"Since it is what Concubine Hua wants, it is naturally the best thing in the palace." Huang Guiquan said with a smile.

"Concubine Hua has given special instructions. The people outside the palace are suffering from disasters. Inside the palace, we must save money on food and clothing, and save as much as we can. Mr. Huang, please take a look at this list," Fuzi said.

"This..." I guess Huang Guiquan was in trouble. He could neither damage Concubine Hua's dignity nor allow others to gossip about her.

"The Tieguanyin tea used in the Queen's palace is old tea. In the past, Concubine Hua used to use new tea. Concubine Hua asked her servant to ask if this was Manager Huang's idea or the Emperor's will?" "

Huang Guiquan became nervous and said repeatedly: "Concubine Hua used to ask for fresh food, so she gave her fresh food. It was naturally the emperor's will." At this time, he deliberately lowered his voice.

The wind carried Huang Guiquan's voice to An Lingrong's ears. She happened to be standing behind the wall with backlight. Huang Guiquan and Fuzi could not see her figure, but she could hear their conversation clearly. .

An Lingrong peeked his head secretly and saw that the tea box Huang Guiquan had asked to be moved out was covered with dust, and he guessed that the tea he gave Fuzi was old tea.

The first time I saw Fuzi standing next to the queen, submissive and submissive, she seemed to be a different person now.

This lucky boy seems to be timid and silent on weekdays, but it turns out he is not a fuel-efficient lamp either!

An Lingrong thought to himself.

In order to avoid people's attention, after Huang Guiquan and Fuzi had gone far away, An Lingrong asked Qin Sanyue to go to the warehouse to collect the spices.

Passing by the Imperial Garden, An Lingrong couldn't help but want to see whether the peonies were blooming in full bloom against the rising sun.

Fortunately, it was not as damaged as in the dream. Peonies of various colors were densely packed, swaying in the wind, and were in full bloom.

After walking and stopping along the way, it was soon time for lunch.

Just on the way back to the palace, an unpleasant thing happened, but it created a good opportunity for An Lingrong to successfully hook up with the concubine.

Not far away, a palace maid in pink palace clothes knelt on the ground, sobbing, and her eyes were red from crying.

In front of her was a brown food box. When the food box was opened, the ingredients inside were scattered on the floor, and the soup soaked her dress.

The white rice fell to the ground and mixed with the sand on the ground. Only a few drops of soup were left in the box. All the pastries fell to the ground and were covered with dust. This rice must be inedible.

"You broke my food box. What will happen to my mother-in-law's food? How will I explain it when I go back?"

The little palace maid was crying, reaching out to pick up the lid of the food box that had been overturned on the ground.

The palace maid in green standing in front of her stretched out her foot and kicked out the lid of the food box. The lid flew ten feet away and kept spinning on the ground.

"Are you blind? You almost knocked me over. My mother-in-law will break your legs if she doesn't have food to eat."

What an arrogant tone!

An Lingrong felt a chill in her heart and frowned slightly. When she got closer, she saw that it was Songzhi from Concubine Hua's palace.

According to memory, what Songzhi broke was Concubine Duan's food box, so the little palace maid in front of her who was crying so much that her makeup was ruined must be from Concubine Duan's palace.

When he saw An Lingrong, Songzhi was angry and did not salute.

An Lingrong frowned and said to the little palace maid: "This road is so wide, why are you so careless? If you startled Songzhi in front of Concubine Hua and missed Concubine Hua's meal, Songzhi would It’s really hard to deal with things! Concubine Hua is responsible for the Sixth Palace, and the affairs are complicated and laborious. She must eat well and sleep well before she can worry about us.”

The little palace maid cried even harder when she heard this. She wanted to explain something, but An Lingrong pretended that she didn't want to listen to her.

Songzhi raised her head high, glanced at the little palace maid proudly, snorted coldly, turned around, took Concubine Hua's food box, and left in a swaggering manner.

"Get up quickly. My little master just said that on purpose. You go back first. My little master will stay for a while and bring a food box to send to Concubine Duan."

The little palace maid left with great gratitude. An Lingrong asked Qin March to go back to Yanxi Palace, prepared fresh food boxes, and secretly visited Concubine Duan with fruits and pastries.