An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

Cuihe Hall.

The stars twinkled, and a full moon hung on the tops of the sycamore trees in the courtyard.

An Lingrong followed the small stool and climbed up the sycamore tree and looked into the distance, hazy, with red lanterns lined up in a row.

"Dong dong dong."

"Concubine Hui, open the door quickly." It was Su Peisheng's voice.

An Lingrong followed the sound and saw the emperor standing under the window sill in Xianfu Palace, holding a long stick and playing with the fish tank.

"Dong dong dong."

"Empress Hui, the Emperor has come to see you." Su Peisheng's voice was anxious and helpless.

The door still didn't open.

"If you don't open the door, I will drain all the water in your goldfish pond."

The emperor's face is filled with moonlight, his facial features are perfect, and he has a charming appearance. He is middle-aged and has the depth of a middle-aged man.

At this moment, he had lost his self-cultivation.

Why does the Emperor, such an old man, act like an ignorant child when he makes troubles? An Lingrong thought to himself.

Shen Meizhuang is a gentle person, and her gentleness is all reflected in her appearance.

She is a very stubborn person at heart. She will not bow to power or give in to three buckets of rice. Her stubbornness is hidden in her bones.

As An Lingrong expected, the emperor ordered Su Peisheng to knock on the door for a long time, but the door was still closed.

"I know that you have been wronged. I am afraid that you will be wronged, so I came here to talk to you."

"If you think about it from my position, I have difficulties, hardships, and last resorts."

The emperor's face was pressed against the window grilles, looking inside dreamily.

A light and very ethereal voice floated out.

"I know that the emperor is in trouble, and I don't want to embarrass the emperor. I'm not feeling well today. Your Majesty, please come back."

"You are good at everything, but you are too stubborn. Don't be as stubborn as me~"

"..."

There was no sound, and there was silence inside and outside the window.

The emperor was rejected, and Concubine Hua and Nian Gengyao were exhausted after having been making trouble for a while.

He took Su Peisheng and was preparing to go back home.

An Lingrong climbed down from the sycamore tree in a flash, fully dressed and dressed.

She took a small stool, opened the door of Cuihe Hall, and waited quietly for the emperor's arrival.

However, a cup of tea passed and there was no movement in front of the door.

She had to help Concubine Hui to calm down the emperor's anger.

An Lingrong found a pink cloak and put it on, and hurriedly chased the emperor with Baojuan.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, wait for me."

An Lingrong was panting from running. His thin body was exhausted. He stopped and fell forward due to inertia.

"Why are you here so late?" The emperor turned around and took her upper body into his arms.

"Your Majesty, my concubine saw that the Emperor was in a bad mood, so she came here to chat with the Emperor to relieve his boredom."

Where An Lingrong's hand touched, there was a piece of coldness in the emperor's palm. He must have stood in Xianfu Palace for too long and his body was cold.

The emperor and An Lingrong walked side by side.

"Once upon a time, in a small village, a goddess appeared who was a midwife."

"This midwife always asks adults before delivering babies whether they prefer a boy or a girl."

"Those who like boys get a boy, and those who like a girl get a girl. Later the midwife becomes a goddess."

An Lingrong didn't want to discuss Concubine Hua and Concubine Hui with the emperor. It would only add extra psychological burden to the emperor.

At the same time, she couldn't offer a better solution.

She processed what she read from the banned book and told it to the emperor.

At this time, the burly, tall, and majestic man in front of her stood, no longer walking forward, and looking at her steadily.

His lips curved into a beautiful curve, and this smile seemed to make the sun suddenly push away the darkness from the clouds.

The sun shines in immediately, making it gentle, comfortable and calm.

"Are you making me happy? Or don't you care about the head on your neck?"

His voice was extremely gentle, yet extremely lethal.

An Lingrong Yingying prostrated: "I really deserve to die."

"I know you are making up ghost stories for me, get up!" He did not reach out to help her.

But this tone of love, admiration, and blame made An Lingrong feel happy.

An Lingrong followed closely in his footsteps, and Su Peisheng stepped back a distance knowingly.

"Then tell me, Wanbi, does she like boys or girls?"

This, how do I know, I am shooting myself in the foot! An Lingrong was a little annoyed!

"Sister Wan, she likes both boys and girls. She said that the boy she has with the emperor will look like the emperor."

"You are right, the man must look like me, and the woman should look like a concubine."

For some reason, while talking, the emperor took the initiative to hold An Lingrong's hand.

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An Lingrong was grinding the ink aside and adding some clove juice. The emperor's study was filled with fragrance.

The memorials were piled from the table to the bottom. An Lingrong picked them up and placed them neatly on the table.

The emperor changed his slightly sullen and annoyed look, closed the memorial in his hand, and smiled.

"Lord Li, I have won the battle! All battles have been successful, hahahahahahaha, I am so happy!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, the peace on the border is inseparable from Your Majesty's hard work day and night."

"I hope to win the battle, Mr. Li, please bring me a bottle of Daqu."

An Lingrong took two small wine glasses and filled them with wine.

She only drinks one cup, what should I do? The emperor calls for a drink, do you dare not to drink?

The emperor drank ten cups, but An Lingrong couldn't help but drink a small cup.

She only felt a sore throat and coughed out.

The emperor said: "If you drink such a small amount of wine, your face will turn red. Concubine Hua can drink. I am drunk, but she is not drunk yet."

An Lingrong felt sick in her stomach and felt burning pain in her heart and face.

An Lingrong said: "If the battle is successful this time, then the emperor will definitely grant a great seal, right?"

The emperor nodded: "Of course, on the day when the class teacher returns to the court, Zhen Huan's brother Zhen Heng will be granted the title of general of Fengguo. Concubine Hua's brother Nian Gengyao is already in great power and cannot be granted any more titles. Concubine Hua's father will be granted the title of First Concubine. , her mother is the wife of Pingyuan Mansion of the second rank, and as for Concubine Hua, I promised her that I would give her the title of Mrs. Xihua of the first rank."

An Lingrong groaned softly, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

Concubine Hua is like an unbreakable spring. Not only is she unscathed, but she is even more prosperous and wealthy, and is at the height of her power.

She lacked nothing but a child.

Gradually, the doors of Xianfu Palace were closed more and more days.

Even when the emperor summoned concubine Hui, she refused to see him. She avoided him three times out of five times, and the emperor was helpless.

She went to the Queen Mother's palace many times, copied scriptures by hand, and recited scriptures and prayed for blessings with the Queen Mother every day.

An Lingrong looked at the scriptures handwritten by Hui Bin, and the handwriting was beautiful and neat.

During this period of time in the palace, she had nothing to do, so she also began to read history books and practice calligraphy.

"Sister, let me show you. This is the scripture I have handwritten over the past few days." An Lingrong handed Shen Meizhuang a stack of rice paper.

On the beige rice paper, the characters are big and sharp.

Hui Bin couldn't help but admire: "My sister's handwriting has made great progress, her writing is really good."

An Lingrong said: "Sister is encouraging me, but this encouragement is very useful to me.