An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

"Sister Wan, Sister An, divide this pastry into three portions. Each of you two will have one portion. I will keep one portion for myself. Huanbi, if you eat my pastry, don't accuse me of being greedy next time."

An Lingrong reached out and took the pastry. Chun Chang was young, but he also knew what was good and what was good. He didn't hide anything he had to say.

I don't know why, but when I saw her, I couldn't help but feel relaxed.

An Lingrong smiled and said, "Chun Chang is here, and the emperor treats you best."

Chun Changzai pouted and said: "Although the Emperor is nice, it takes so long for him to summon me once. I want to eat cakes every day! I think it would be better for An Changzai to come to Broken Yuxuan from time to time. Although you always The last time I came here, I came to visit Sister Wan, but isn’t Chun’er also taking advantage of Sister Wan, so Chun’er is very lucky.”

A warm feeling of affection arose in An Lingrong's heart. Her brothers and sisters in An's house had a cold sibling relationship and lack of family affection. She actually felt protective towards Chun Changzai.

In this palace, Chun Changzai is a cloud that is clean, bright, sunny, untouched by worldliness, and flawless.

Seeing her is like touching the ideal beauty.

As for myself, my delicate fingers are stained with blood. In order to survive in my previous life, I harmed others, and in the end I was harmed by others, and I did not end well.

In this life, I had no intention of being a good person.

Just because you want to live, you want to live well, but if you want to live, you have to fight, you have to rob, you have to use all your scheming, abandon the good and eliminate the evil.

After rebirth, Yu Ying'er was the first enemy she killed.

When An Lingrong thought of this, his face couldn't help but become distorted.

Every time I recall it, it feels like being burned in a fierce fire, my heart is like a knife, I am in pain, and those pictures are in pieces.

She put them together in her mind bit by bit, and every time she recalled them, she had a splitting headache.

"Hiss~~~~~~~" An Lingrong held her head, feeling the heartbreaking pain, and she took a breath of cold air.

"Little Master, what's wrong with you? Is the headdress too heavy? I'll help you take it off." Qin Sanyue stepped forward and carefully took off the headdress for her.

An Lingrong felt her head relax. She fell asleep loosely on the bed and whispered: "March, let me be alone for a while."

Every time she thought of Yu Ying'er, she couldn't restrain her anger, which made her head swollen and her face red.

Yu Ying'er was the shame of her previous life, she deserves to die!

In the last life, she beguiled the emperor with a poem written by Wan Changzai, and she was promoted from an ordinary palace maid to an official lady, and then to the emperor.

Yu Ying'er could sing Kunqu opera and had a good singing voice. She was named "Miaoyin Lady" by the emperor, and later took refuge under Concubine Hua.

She was rude to Wan Changzai and despised Hui Guiren, which became a major obstacle on their way forward.

When he went to bed for the first time and was returned intact, Yu Ying'er, the emperor's name, entered the palace at the same time.

Every time she thought of this scene, she had only one thought in her mind, let her die!

Everyone in the palace suspected that either Concubine Hua did it or Wan Changzai did it.

People who talk about Concubine Hua are probably used to her, and treating human life with indifference has become a habit.

People who say Wan Changzai mostly think that Yu Ying'er is Concubine Hua. Wan Changzai hates Concubine Hua, so he kills Yu Ying'er.

No one doubts her, An Lingrong.

However, he was the one who had the most reason to let her die.

"Stop, stop, stop, I can't think about it anymore." An Lingrong struggled to sit up. Every time he fell into such negative emotions, he could not help but be pulled into the abyss. After hitting the bottom, he would rebound again, and he would fall from the bottom of his heart. Summon a force and pull yourself back hard.

I can still control myself during the day, but at night I am always in this crazy state of being half drunk and half awake.

She has been making incense and rouge. Only a large amount of rouge can cover the dark circles under the eyes and dark skin.

She opened the cabinet and took out a brown box from the innermost corner. Inside was a dark green pill of the same size. She pulled one out and swallowed it dry without drinking any water.

After the medicine fell into my stomach, within half a moment, the sharp pain in the core of my forehead reduced to a dull pain, and the pain gradually stopped.

When the pain stopped, she felt a little exhausted and weak. She poured herself a glass of warm water, drank it, and took a nap with her clothes on.

It was still early, Baojuan, Sanyue and Juqing were still busy in the palace, but at this time, she could no longer hear any sounds.

Except for the sound of her own heartbeat, her mood gradually calmed down and she finally fell asleep.

The next day, I didn't know how long I slept until Baojuan called out from the side.

"Little Master, the weather is getting warmer. Little Stool said to go catch turtles and fish and shrimps in the lake. Little Master, get up."

The weather was getting warmer, and An Lingrong stretched himself. He really didn't want to get up. He slept all night and spent most of the night dreaming.

There was also some homemade sleeping incense in the room, and the scent couldn't stop me from dreaming.

An Lingrong sighed, sat up with half of his body propped up, and leaned lazily on the bed. He half-opened his eyes and watched Baojuan and Qin Sanyue busy at work.

Baojuan went to the cabinet to find a new dress for her to put on, and kept saying: "There are many new clothes given to the palace. Why doesn't the young master like dressing up? The young master of another family, I wish I could change into new clothes every day.”

An Lingrong was too lazy to pay attention to her. There is only one emperor in the palace, and he is all dressed up. Who is he wearing it for?

She has no interest in the eunuchs in the palace. Unlike Xin Changzai, who doesn't care about tastes when he is anxious, and even has to deal with things like Huang Guiquan.

An Ling tolerated the discomfort in her stomach and allowed Baojuan to pull her legs out of the warm quilt, put them on the footrest, and put on her socks and shoes.

Ju Qing brought hot water for washing her face and gargling her mouth, but An Lingrong didn't do anything for a long time.

Baojuan washed the hot towel and put it on her face. The steaming moisture felt so comfortable that she woke up instantly.

Alas, a new day has begun, and I have to be prepared to accept the weird things in the palace.

You have to prepare your mind. Day by day, you are either fighting others or being fought by others.

Once you get used to it, it becomes natural!

She looked at the mirror, and Baojuan pulled her hair while combing it and said: "My little master, your hair grows very fast, but it also falls out very quickly! Every time you comb your hair, a bunch will be left on the comb, and a bunch will fall off on the ground." Pinch, if this continues, I will be really worried about my little master’s hair!”

An Lingrong thought suddenly and said: "You have black hair, please eat black sesame paste. I will make some black sesame paste for everyone to eat together."

Baojuan squatted on the ground heartbroken, picked up her hair, wrapped the fallen hair one by one in cloth, and put it back in a small box on the countertop.

An Lingrong said calmly: "It's better to take care of this hair. I'm already married, why do I still have these frizzy hair?"

Baojuan said seriously: "It is said in novels that women have the heaviest hair, and I can't bear to let it go. How about leaving some more and let's deal with it together!"

An Lingrong didn't stop her and just let her go.