An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

The day after An Lingrong sent the horseshoe cake out of the palace, he ordered the stools to wash rice, Qin Sanyue to peel yams, chrysanthemums to dry raisins, Baojuan to wash wolfberries, and happily made thousand-layer cakes. Cuihe Hall is filled with the fragrance of thousand-layer cake.

An Lingrong also specially instigated the small stool to be made into a long exhaust pipe to exhaust the fragrant smell into Concubine Duan's Cining Palace.

"Wow, my master's craftsmanship is so good. This thousand-layer cake is crystal clear and so fragrant!" The greedy little stool stared at the thousand-layer cake and couldn't move away, swallowing his saliva.

An Lingrong plucked the sesame seeds and spices in the bowl and said, "There are still a few seasonings that have not been added. If sesame seeds, spices and peanuts are added, it will be more fragrant."

At this time, several heads protruded from the towering walls of Cining Palace, peeking secretly in this direction. An Lingrong could see this small detail.

"Small stool, give a portion of the divided thousand-layer cake to Wan Changzai from Suiyuxuan and Hui Gui from Xianfu Palace. By the way, there are also Fucha Gui and Xia Changzai from Yanxi Palace. Go and come back quickly, and when you come back after delivering it, eat your portion while it's hot."

An Lingrong deliberately spoke loudly in the direction of Cining Palace, and the heads protruding from the wall of Cining Palace retracted at an extremely slow speed.

The small stools came back soon, and An Lingrong asked everyone to sit around the table and start eating the thousand-feuille cake. It was soft and slightly sticky, with a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth, and a particularly good taste.

"Would you like to send a copy to Concubine Duan as well?" Baojuan asked quietly.

"No, let Concubine Duan smell the fragrance of fireworks in our palace first, and we will wait for a while." An Lingrong said.

Concubine Duan was obviously wary of her. If she hadn't let go of her wariness and forced her way into the palace gate, she would still have resisted.

The little stool said: "Wan Chang Zai looks much thinner than before. He has two big dark circles under his eyes. I almost can't recognize Wan Chang Zai. Huan Bi said from the side, it turns out that Wan Chang Zai was frightened at night. He said he couldn't sleep all night, but Huigui is fine, but he has lost some weight, his energy is not very good, and he looks a little tired."

An Lingrong probably understood that Fuzi's matter was still bothering them.

An Lingrong asked: "Did Wan Changzai say anything?"

The little stool was stunned for a while, then thought about it and said, "Wan Chang is saying that the master's skills have improved again."

Qin Sanyule interrupted him and said, "Did Wan Changzai tell me why she couldn't sleep well at night?"

The little stool said: "Wan Changzai didn't say anything, Huanbi said he always had nightmares at night."

An Lingrong called Qin Sanyue and Baojuan, took out the red and blue spices from the cabinet, and made some sleeping incense.

After they were done, they sent the small stools to Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang.

Before leaving, An Lingrong was still worried, so he followed him.

She gently opened the door of Broken Yuxuan. Huanbi stuck her head out and quickly opened the palace door.

Huanbi's face was sallow, and her eyes were glazed over.

An Lingrong couldn't help but ask: "Huanbi, what's wrong with you?"

Huanbi said: "If you go back to An Changzai, this slave is just like my young master. He doesn't want tea and rice. Even after being diagnosed and treated by Dr. Wen, he couldn't diagnose the problem. It's probably that the young master passed on his heart disease to Huanbi. ”

An Lingrong couldn't help but smile and walked into the palace. Zhen Huan was lazily leaning against the stove to warm herself up. When she saw An Lingrong, she wanted to stand up, but An Lingrong held her down.

"Sister Wan, I heard Little Stool said that my sister couldn't sleep well, so I came here to have a look. My sister must always pay attention to her body."

"Sister An, I sleep with a light on every night, but I can't sleep well. My sister is interested."

As soon as Wan Changzai finished speaking, the palace door was pushed open by Chun Changzai. Chun Changzai barged in like a gust of wind, shouting: "Sister Wan Chang, do you still have the thousand-layer cake? It's so delicious! Hey, An Changzai Here, you are here too, did you bring any thousand layer cakes? I still want to eat them."

Huanbi said unhappily: "Chun Chang Zai is really good at eating. My little master didn't even taste a bite. Chun Chang Zai wanted to eat it. My little master gave it to Chun Chang Zai. Now he still wants to eat it. Liu Zhu and I, Aunt Jinxi hasn’t even tasted a bite?”

An Lingrong couldn't help being stunned. How could she miss Chun Chang Zai, a glutton!

An Lingrong comforted him: "Don't be afraid. Chun Chang is here. I still have Cuihe Temple. You can go back with me to get it later. It turns out that Sister Wan and everyone else haven't tasted it. I'll make some tomorrow."

Huanbi's eyes lit up: "Then An Changzai should cook more. Chunchangzai can eat as much as our little master plus all our slaves." After saying this, Huanbi said with a mocking look on his face. Look at Chun Changzai.

Chun Changzai pouted his mouth unhappily. His chubby face made people want to pinch him. His watery eyes were full of innocence, and he pouted at Huanbi coquettishly and said: "Humph. ! What I eat is not made by Huanbi, Huanbi, why are you so worried about it? Sister Wan, Huanbi, and Liuzhu can’t eat well, sleep well, and have a bad appetite. Huanbi, you can’t even eat it. I don’t want to eat it. Eat on your behalf! They say that supporting a person’s cooking skills means eating everything she cooks! I support An Changzai, An Changzai’s cooking is really good!”

An Lingrong smiled and reached out to touch Chun Changzai's hair. The hair was soft. No matter how noisy or noisy, Chun Changzai was really a sweet-tempered person. In this turbulent harem, Chun Changzai could be regarded as a kind person. A special existence!

Chun Changzai is innocent, straightforward, and the youngest. Even the emperor has said that in the harem, there is no need to strictly regulate Chun Changzai. She is still a child. Even the ruthless Concubine Hua and Gong Yu The scheming queen will smile knowingly when she sees Chun Changzai. Chun Changzai is a happy existence in the harem.

An Lingrong quietly accompanied Zhen Huan to the fire, watching Chun Chang in a daze for a while. In his own An residence, he could not find such an innocent younger brother or sister. If she had always been so innocent, she would not be affected by the secular world. How good it would be to be tired!

An Lingrong turned his head and looked into Chun Changzai's clear eyes: "Chun Changzai, are you the youngest in the family?"

Chun Chang blinked his eyes and said: "Sister An, how do you know? I am the youngest in the family, and my parents love me the most. They will be the first to bring delicious food to me at the table. There are three others above me. My brothers, they play with me every day and are so kind to me. Oops, when I talk about this, I miss my mother again~~~I miss my brothers~~~My brothers will take me to fly a kite. I go up the mountain to hunt wild beasts~~~Sister Wan, I miss my mother so much, please give me a hug~~~"

An Lingrong glanced at Zhen Huan, whose dark circles were as thick as a panda's, then stretched out a hand to hug Chun Chang and coaxed: "Sister Chun, please be nice. Sister Wan is not feeling well. Let me give you a hug."

Chun Changzai leaned into An Lingrong's arms and shrank her nose: "Sister An, what kind of spices have you put on your body? Why does it smell so good?"