An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

"Sister Wan, why has there been no movement in the palace these days? There was a lot of commotion a few days ago."

An Lingrong smelled the scented tea, and the fragrance of the osmanthus was so refreshing that it made people feel refreshed.

Wan Changzai was concentrating, and she thought deeply: "It was originally a farce deliberately planned by Concubine Hua. How could the emperor let her get her wish? The emperor knew it well, but he was just unwilling to expose her."

An Lingrong approached Wan Changzai. She was concentrating on embroidery. Her embroidery skills were skillful, and the bright red silk thread was rising and falling.

The embroidered cloth slowly unfolds a picture scroll.

The lake is a soft blue, reflecting the green lawns and the cheerful sun.

A few thin clouds in the sky are touching the mountain peaks on the horizon. The whole picture is very layered and full of natural atmosphere.

Beside the lake, a pair of mandarin ducks were playing happily. The bright feathers of the male bird swayed gracefully in the wind, and the soft top of the neck of the female bird twisted happily.

The delicate lines have moderate tension, are vivid and free, full of tension and sense of telling.

Looking at this picture, one can feel happy and at ease unconsciously.

Wan Changzai stopped his movements, with a hint of worry on his brows, and said: "When the emperor went to court in the morning, he listened to the opinions of hundreds of military officials in the court. The ministers were unanimous, and the soldiers could be killed but not humiliated. How can they have the ambition of others?" , what about destroying one’s own prestige?”

"Then what do you say, Your Majesty?"

"Later, the emperor took a tough stance and asked General Nian to send troops to attack the opponent's city within fifteen days, plunder the opponent's leaders, and bring back the living people to the emperor."

An Lingrong's hanging heart slowly fell to the ground.

"Sister Wan, your picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water is so well embroidered. Where will you use the cloth?"

"I want to use the cloth on the double pillow. Does it look good?"

"Sister Wan, why not embroider a pajamas for the emperor, put this mandarin duck playing in the water on the pajamas, let the emperor wear it every night, so that he can think of sister Wan."

An Lingrong smiled and said.

Wan Changzai couldn't stand the teasing, so he blushed slightly and said shyly: "Or we can embroider together. Sister An will embroider one set, and I will do the same. Let's compare to see who the emperor likes more. of."

"There's no point in comparing this. The emperor naturally likes Sister Wan."

"That's not necessarily true. I can embroider something as simple as ordinary people's pajamas. Sister An's embroidery skills are much better than mine. If I embroider something like a dragon going out to sea, guess who the emperor will choose?"

"Sister An, you have nothing to do anyway, so just embroider with me to pass the time!"

An Lingrong couldn't resist Wan Changzai, so he agreed: "Okay, but this dragon embroidery is a bit too cumbersome. It will take up to three or four months. I'm thinking about embroidering something else instead. It's not worth it." ."

"Little Master, here is a letter from you." Qin Sanyue walked in dusty and handed over a letter.

Qin Sanyue opened the letter and saw rice paper made of familiar material. It was the handwriting of his father An Bihuai:

"Your Majesty, I have received a letter of auspiciousness and good fortune. I have something to report to you, An Bihuai..."

"Empress?! I..." A feeling of unfamiliarity came over me.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet, and An Lingrong suppressed the surge of emotions.

"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta."

Tears, one drop or two, dripped densely on the paper, soaking the rice paper.

In the haze, she couldn't see clearly what was on the ground, nor could she hear clearly what Wan Chang was saying in his mouth. After a moment of dizziness, she finally lost strength and fainted to the ground, throwing the letter in her hand aside.

"Little Master, Little Master, what's wrong with you? Wake up." Qin Sanyue said anxiously.

Two hands were tightly clasping her shoulders, and her body sank, and she didn't know anything anymore.

"Hiss, it hurts so much, my head hurts so much~~" When he woke up again, An Lingrong opened his eyes and took a look.

She remembered that she fainted in Broken Jade Pavilion, and now she returned to Cuihe Hall. The bed under her was softer than her body, and she couldn't borrow any strength from it.

She struggled to sit up: "Qin Sanyue, Baojuan, help me up quickly, I want to see the emperor."

Qin Sanyue's hands became heavier and heavier. The hands she practiced kung fu were rough and thick-skinned. They rested on her arms, and she could still feel the friction through a layer of gauze.

An Lingrong frowned slightly. At this time, as long as something touched her slightly, she might lose control and fall to the ground.

Too fragile.

In the Yangxin Hall, the hall was dark and dim. Only the warm moonlight cast through the screen window illuminated the emperor's figure, which made him feel a little lonely.

The water in the bronze fish pond in the east is stagnant, and the haggard night is reflected on the water.

Occasionally, a few golden figures emerged from the water, breaking the silence of the pool.

The sound of a flute came from afar, playing softly. To An Lingrong's ears, longing turned into sadness.

She was alone, standing quietly outside the Emperor's Nourishing Heart Hall, immersed in the tranquility of the night.

The interior of the Yangxin Hall is gorgeously and luxuriously decorated, with long scrolls by Lang Shining dotting the walls, and a copper oil lamp hanging in the center of the ceiling, emitting a faint light.

The emperor blinked slowly and brushed his fingertips over the pages of the memorial, which recorded the government affairs of the entire country.

Her mind was in chaos and she couldn't figure it out.

Su Peisheng came out after delivering tea to the emperor. He looked up and saw An Lingrong, who was messy in the wind.

"An Chang is here. It must be something urgent to find the emperor at this time! I will inform the emperor later."

"Eunuch Su, no need, I'll go on my own."

An Lingrong gently opened the door, lowered her head, and knelt down in front of the emperor. She did not want to show her red eyes and embarrassed mood.

"An Changzai didn't say anything. He fell to his knees as soon as he came. What happened?"

The emperor looked at her quietly, put down the book in his hand, and stretched out his hand to her: "There is no one else in the Yangxin Hall, so there is no need to be polite."

An Lingrong took the emperor's hand and stood up, staggering. The emperor's eyes were quick and his hands circled around him just right.

"What's wrong? Don't cry. If you have anything to say, tell me and I will make the decision for you." The emperor said softly.

The already calm mood broke again.

An Lingrong said intermittently: "Your Majesty, my concubine's mother, she...she...cough..." The severe pain caused her to shrink down while coughing.

The emperor frowned slightly and said, "Something happened? Is someone dead?"

An Lingrong held back her tears and said, "Your Majesty, my concubine's mother was set on fire and burned three-quarters of the skin on her legs. I want to return to Songyang County to visit her mother."

The hands on her waist suddenly became stronger, forcing her body to press against him, suffocating her.

A comforting voice came to my ears: "Don't be afraid if you are still alive. I am here. I will send people to Songyang County to understand the situation and bring your mother to the palace so that you can fulfill your filial piety. Don't cry, I Order people to set off tonight."

"Su Peisheng, please go down immediately and send a few more people to An Changzai's house to investigate the matter of her mother being burned. We will definitely find out the truth, bring An Changzai's mother to the palace, and arrange for the imperial doctor's diagnosis and treatment."

"Your Majesty, I thank you, Your Majesty, and I will leave."

A big hand turned her body around again and reached into her hair.

"Tonight, please stay with me. I haven't asked you to sleep with me for some time. I figure it will be your turn this day."

The emperor took her hand and sat down by the table, using the warmth in his palm to continue to soothe her emotions.