An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

In Cuihe Hall, An Lingrong listened to her mother's deep and shallow breathing and thought wildly for a while. She owed her mother a lot.

He faintly fell into a dream.

In the splendid and unnamed hall, more than a dozen palace maids held steel knives and started a massacre of hundreds of people in the hall. Under the chopping of the blades, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood flowed on the ground. A dangerous atmosphere enveloped the entire hall, which made people feel uncomfortable. I couldn't help but shudder.

The tall man, dressed in black robes, with an unpredictable cold expression on his face, holding a long bronze sword in his hand, was observing the situation in the palace without saying a word.

His eyes were extremely sharp, and wherever his gaze moved, the maids fell to the ground one after another bleeding.

As for her, An Lingrong's eyes were full of anger. She held a dagger in her hand and rushed towards the man. The man passed side by and touched her acupuncture point with a finger, and she was unable to move for an instant.

At this time, the man's cold lips twitched into a sneer, and he picked her up and threw her aside. The hall was filled with the smell of blood, the sword light flashed, and the figures were erratic. After a fierce battle, none of the more than ten maids survived.

Fury ignited in her heart, and she had to avenge them today. She picked up a long sword from the ground and rushed towards the man.

The man was not afraid at all, with a mocking smile hanging on his lips. Without even looking at her, he waved the sword in his hand, and the light of the sword cut through the air, forcing her to the corner.

She attacked again and again, but was repulsed by him again and again. She felt that she had no way out, but she was unwilling to die like this.

So, she tried her best and shouted: Go to hell! Then he closed his eyes and swung his sword down.

When she opened her eyes, the man slowly fell to the ground while holding on to the wall. She thought she had killed him.

When the sword was sheathed, no trace of blood could be seen on the blade. When she was confused, she saw the emperor standing in front of the man, holding a long sword in his hand, with bright red blood drops rolling down from the tip of the sword.

The man fainted and the emperor disappeared in front of the hall. She chased him out breathlessly: "Your Majesty, wait for me!"

She was startled and woke up. She packed up and went to the Yangxin Hall to find the emperor.

The lights in the Yangxin Hall were brightly lit, and there were a few more candles lit today than in the past.

The red and bright yellow carved screen blocked the sight of the emperor and An Lingrong, and the emperor was still criticizing the book quietly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. My mother has been diagnosed and treated by Imperial Physician Wen. She is no longer seriously ill. She will be back to her original state after some rest."

"I wonder, Your Majesty, if you have investigated the truth of the matter?"

She approached the table, opened the tea can, and boiled the fine West Lake Longjing tea again and again, and made a cup of hot tea for the emperor. The heat of the tea pressed against the faint anger and emotion in An Lingrong's eyes. Gradually it got lower.

"Well, sit down, I've sent someone to investigate." The emperor's eyes flashed slightly, and he couldn't see any emotions clearly. He gently put down the brush in his hand.

The emperor's eyes were soft, he took a sip of hot tea, and asked slowly: "An Changzai, how many concubines did your father have in total?"

She actually heard a hint of dissatisfaction in the emperor's tone. Being very sensitive to details, she quickly stood up from her chair, took a step forward, and slowly knelt down in front of the emperor.

"Back to the emperor, before the concubine entered the palace, in addition to Lin Xiu, the first wife, his father also took in three concubines. From the day the concubine was promoted to the palace, he wrote a letter and entrusted Aunt Xiao to bring it to his father to advise her. Father, treat mother well."

A faint fragrance filled the Yangxin Hall, and the emperor lit another sleeping incense.

The emperor's voice was as gentle as a stream: "Get up, get up and sit next to me."

An Lingrong responded, and his uneasy mood gradually calmed down.

The emperor was suddenly silent for a moment, took up his pen again, and started reviewing the excerpts again.

A light rain started to fall from nowhere outside the window, and the wind blew slightly at the edges of the window.

The emperor frowned slightly and said, "This little official An Bihuai is more comfortable than I am." An Lingrong was so frightened that he stood up again.

The emperor turned his head towards her and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "I tell you to sit down, so you sit down. What are you afraid of? Anbihuai is Anbihuai, and you are you."

An Lingrong's ears turned slightly red, and the emperor's words came directly.

"An Bihuai's official position is not high, and his monthly salary is not much. Forty-five taels of silver a year is only enough for his own expenses. He can support three concubines. I originally thought that he used the cover of being an official to Money was embezzled, but upon investigation, it turned out that it was not the case."

The emperor spoke at the same speed as he wrote, gradually getting faster.

An Lingrong's heart dropped to the ground and raised to her throat again.

An Lingrong looked at the emperor who lowered his head and wrote quickly: "Your Majesty, my concubine's father is really not greedy for money. His silver belongs to him. My concubine's mother opened an embroidery shop, and my second wife, Aunt Xiao, opened a bun shop." , and the fourth aunt Li Lingling runs a pawn shop, only the second aunt Zhu Yunting has nothing to do, and it is the second aunt who spends the most time with my father all day long."

The emperor hummed indifferently and approved a few more memorials. Then he stopped writing and turned back to look at An Lingrong carefully.

There were ripples between his thick eyebrows: "This problem lies with the second roommate Zhu Yunting."

An Lingrong looked stern, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the emperor without blinking.

The emperor sighed and said: "This Zhu Yunting had a relationship with someone before your father. The previous affairs are unknown, and I did not ask anyone to investigate further. The man who set fire to your mother's shop is named Zhu Minghuang. Later, Zhu Yunting got involved with your father and dumped Zhu Minghuang. Maybe you and even An Bihuai didn't necessarily know that Zhu Minghuang had been pestering Zhu Yunting and wanted to win back her heart. As for Zhu Yunting, he said that he If you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, follow the dog. I don’t want to have anything to do with Zhu Minghuang anymore, so Zhu Minghuang started trouble. He couldn’t find Zhu Yunting to vent his anger on, so he went to your mother’s shop.”

An Lingrong's eyes widened angrily and he stood up: "What a good Zhu Yunting, who got into trouble with these low-lifes and harmed my mother like this. I will never let her go. Your Majesty, please make the decision for me." .”

The emperor shouted in a low voice: "Sit down, the fault lies with Zhu Minghuang. I have asked someone to deal with the matter. Although Zhu Yunting caused the problem, it has nothing to do with her. I can understand your mood. The person you hurt is yours." Mother, she is related by blood, flesh and blood, and has not committed any crime according to the law. How can you deal with Zhu Yunting? I have told you about this matter. It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs. Go back and be filial to your mother, and this matter will be reduced to a small matter. From now on, Zhu Yunting's stay will be left to An Bihuai, and no one will dare to do anything against your mother again."

An Lingrong slowly calmed down his anger. Zhu Yunting had not cleared up his previous affairs, and he set up with his father and targeted his mother everywhere in An's mansion. How could the emperor know about these inside stories?