An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

As soon as the Queen Mother left the Yangxin Hall, the Emperor placed the pen in his hand heavily on the desk. An Lingrong shook her hand lightly, and the porridge in the bowl popped out. She quickly wiped it with a cloth. The Emperor But he said softly: "Libin, don't panic, I am upset and want to talk to you."

An Lingrong held the bowl to hide her thoughts and said softly: "Your Majesty, if you have any troubles, just tell me about it. I am listening!"

The emperor sighed softly and said: "I know that you are very tight-lipped, and the Queen Mother was very angry because of Mi'er. Fortunately, you sang a few Kunqu operas to calm the Queen Mother's mood. I am the emperor and the emperor. I am looking for a woman I like to accompany me. What’s wrong? Do I have to obey the Queen Mother’s orders in this matter? Listen, she said that in the future, all women recommended to the palace must go through her first. I am no longer a three-year-old child. ”

An Lingrong blew a breath into the porridge that was almost cold but still warm, and said softly: "Your Majesty, the Queen Mother has the Queen Mother's thoughts. Concubine does not mean that the Emperor wants to go around the bush to deal with the Queen Mother, but the Queen Mother After all, she is the Emperor’s biological mother. Although the Emperor was not raised by the Queen Mother herself when he was a child, the Emperor must have the best of both worlds to accommodate the Queen Mother’s wishes without violating his own thoughts.”

The emperor looked at her suspiciously, his eyes suddenly turned pale and he said, "Slow, how do you know about it? It happened when I was a child."

An Lingrong's scalp went numb. She was so miserable that she had spilled the beans. She knelt down and was about to explain that it was her guess. She heard the emperor say to himself: "Look, Li Bin, you don't have to be afraid." I, I don’t want everyone around me to regard me as a tiger and live in fear. Forget it, it must have been Wan Bin who told you. I remember that I only told Wan Bin about this matter. This is nothing. It’s such a shameful thing, get up!”

An Lingrong thought silently: To open the emperor's heart, this scar must be touched! Before she said these words, she thought there would be a slight risk, but she did not expect such a private matter. The emperor had actually told Zhen Huan earlier, but she was not aware of this matter at all. , if you want to know, it is also the memory brought by the previous life.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and the emperor suddenly spoke: "Just now, Li Bin, what did you say? You said there is a way to obey the Queen Mother's wishes without violating your own thoughts. What is the best way? Tell me what you think. Listen!"

An Lingrong's scalp felt numb again. It turns out that she just said a word of comfort. Didn't it mean to ask the emperor to find a solution by himself? Why, the emperor followed the trend and pushed the problem to her again. She sighed silently. He took a breath and said: "This Mi'er is already dead. People can't be resurrected after death. If the emperor has an unpleasant quarrel with the queen mother over a dead person, it's not worth it!"

The emperor shook his head and said: "Li Bin, do you love me or the Queen Mother? I tell you that my focus is not on Mi'er. My focus is that the Queen Mother interfered in my private affairs. This is my private matter. She had no power to stop her, and she had no power to kill Mi'er without my presence or my consent. Do you understand? You can only choose to love me, do you understand?"

An Lingrong smiled and nodded.

The emperor waved to her and said: "Come here, come to me and squeeze my neck. Why does my head hurt so much? I must be so angry."

The emperor closed his eyes slightly. An Lingrong's light and soft fingers landed on his forehead, eyebrows, temples, shoulders, and waist with varying degrees of severity. With a few blows and blows, the emperor's stiff body gradually softened. He whispered in his mouth: "Li Bi's hand is neither light nor heavy. When I press it down, my head wakes up and my body relaxes a lot."

An Lingrong's weak and boneless hands fell on the emperor's shoulders, but the emperor placed a hand with clear joints and gently pressed An Lingrong's hand. An Lingrong's body paused, and he was unconscious. However, she was on guard and did not dare to act rashly, allowing the emperor to catch her hand. The emperor dragged her hand along with her body to his side, and then hugged her on his knees, loving each other.

An Lingrong heard that his chaotic heartbeat gradually stabilized, and her anxious mood finally calmed down. An Lingrong was a little embarrassed. She had been sitting in this position for too long, and she did not dare to move in his arms. He didn't ask her to go to the ground, but he didn't dare to go to the ground.

An Lingrong looked around and saw wine opened on the bookshelf. No wonder she always smelled a faint fragrance when she came in. She whispered: "Your Majesty, would you like me to have some wine with you?"

The emperor raised his head and said with bright eyes: "When did Li Bi learn to drink? Go and get me the bottle of osmanthus wine. Among the wines displayed in that row, the osmanthus wine has the lowest alcohol content."

When An Lingrong came to the Yangxin Hall, he took the antidote in advance and went to get some sweet-scented osmanthus to brew it. He opened the lid and pretended to be amazed: "Your Majesty, this wine is so fragrant. Besides sweet-scented osmanthus, what else is in it?"

The emperor took a sip and said slowly: "Osmanthus brew comes from a unique folk craft. It is something brought as tribute from outside. It is usually made with fresh osmanthus, glutinous rice, red dates and other ingredients. It is fragrant and sweet. I will take a sip. It seems as if I have been to a border town. On a crowded and noisy street, there is a quiet and comfortable place. The specialty of this place is sweet-scented osmanthus wine. However, this kind of wine is only suitable for drinking with women. If it is drank between men, it is generally I won’t choose sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed rice. First, it’s too sweet, and second, it’s not strong enough.”

An Lingrong chuckled softly, and suddenly remembered that when Zhen Huan lived in Suiyuxuan, she would read poems and sing in her free time. She happened to remember that there was a poem related to this sweet-scented osmanthus brew, so she softly chanted: "The sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant in autumn." It’s thick, and the golden breeze blows coolly throughout the garden, and the branches...the branches..."

The emperor said: "The branches are a little golden, and the moon is full of jade."

An Lingrong said in surprise: "How did the emperor know about this?"

The emperor's faint eyes were covered with a smile and he said: "How could I not know about this poem? This is a love poem written by my concubine Wan!"

An Lingrong reacted quickly, damn Zhen Huan, why didn't she reveal the news in advance? Fortunately, she liked this poem that day and took the first half of the poem back to Cuihe Palace. After thinking hard, she finally squeezed out The second line.

An Lingrong continued calmly and calmly: "Does Your Majesty know that this is only the first half of a poem, and what about the second half? The second half is: Don't compete with the other flowers for beauty, and show your beauty to the autumn alone. Fragrance traces. The emperor's thoughts are like flowers, and grace is like a dream. Don't force it."

After hearing this, the emperor clasped his palms together and put his face between them. Liang Qing raised his head and couldn't help but smile and said: "Li concubine, you said that I should believe that Guan concubine wrote a poem, and the first half of the poem was given to me. , the second half of the poem was given to you by Li Bin, or should I believe that Li Bin was trying to cover up the situation?"

An Lingrong slowly knelt down on the ground: "Concubine, you deserve to die. I really don't have the intelligence and sharpness like Sister Wan. I thought hard for several days before I came up with it. The Emperor has a wise eye."

The emperor stood up, slowly came to his side, leaned down, and stretched out his hands to pull her up from the ground: "Why do you give me a different surprise every time I see you! It's cold on the ground, get up quickly, I seem to like you a little bit."

An Lingrong put her hand on the emperor's hand and listened to his unclear voice. She knew that the emperor's feelings for her were far less intense than his feelings for Wan Bin and Hui Bin, and they were not new, but she could feel it. The emperor relies on her, and in himself, there is a kind of warmth and comfort that comes from ordinary people's families. After the emperor is in a thrilling situation, he will most likely linger on the simple emotions like a long stream of water.