An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

The flowers in Broken Jade Pavilion were in full bloom, and it was the humid season of spring. Wan Chang also pruned the flower branches diligently. Not only did he fill his palace with flowers, but he also went to Cuihe Hall every two or three days. I sent a large bundle and an empty vase as well.

After dinner, An Lingrong sat in front of the mirror. The face of the person in the mirror was delicate, but lacked some joy. An Lingrong asked Baojuan to bring the rouge for the new hair in the palace. She took out a slender powder brush and lightly brushed it on her left and right faces, immediately showing a seductive blush. Then, she patted it gently with her fingers to make the rouge more natural. Baojuan also brought over another box containing spices.

The rouge was issued by the palace, but these spices were carefully prepared by An Lingrong herself. The light fragrance made her feel peaceful and peaceful. She didn't like the rouge in the palace, but she couldn't patronize her own preferences and had to take into account the emperor's preferences. It had been a long time since the last time she slept with Wan Changzai, and Wan Changzai was favored by the emperor and was promoted to Wanguiren. It also made her feel happy but also felt the pressure suddenly doubled.

An Lingrong took out another piece of spice from the box, put it on herself and smelled it again and again. She took a deep breath and a deep fragrance suddenly filled the air. This fragrance was exactly what the emperor liked. She put it on Rub the spice behind your ears and on your neck. Soon, you can hear your breathing starting to quicken, your heartbeat gradually speeding up, and your eyes become hazy.

As night fell, the Yangxin Hall was brightly lit and bustling with excitement. The Emperor did not criticize the emperor tonight, but sat slantedly in the dragon chair, lazily holding up a glass of wine, and there was singing and dancing in the hall.

A group of palace maids wore light brocade clothes wrapped around their exquisite figures, holding prosperous lanterns, and lined up in a line. They were all extremely beautiful, with waists as slender as silk and as soft as snakes. The emperor looked intoxicated.

An Lingrong gently pushed the door open and entered. The emperor smiled and said, "Wan Chang is here, just in time. You can sing a song and dance with it, which will definitely please my eyes and ears."

An Lingrong was glad that he came in wearing clothes. In the past, he was wrapped in a quilt and sent to Yangxin Hall without clothes. Later, gradually, he no longer needed to be so restrained.

An Lingrong came to the middle of a group of dancing palace ladies. The palace ladies quickly gave her a central position and surrounded her. An Lingrong stood on tiptoes, her figure was agile, and her clothes were flying. The emperor couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his whole body There was a charming fragrance filling the Yangxin Hall, and he closed his eyes slightly.

Her voice fascinated him. An Lingrong's singing was very affectionate. When she saw the emperor, she sneered in her heart and said: If you close your eyes and listen at this time, the person who appears in the Yangxin Hall seems to be Queen Chunyuan. After the song was finished, the emperor waved his hand and asked all the dancers to retreat. The emperor opened his eyes and walked to An Lingrong. He bent down and picked her up, sniffing her neck carefully.

A slightly magnetic voice came to her ears: "What spices did you put on it? This fragrance is really fascinating and comfortable to smell. It's like throwing all the worries and worries away."

An Lingrong said softly: "Your Majesty, with a beauty and a country in your arms, what troubles can you have?"

She looked closely at the emperor's face, and saw a hint of melancholy and a slightly tired expression.

The emperor said attentively: "The mountain of books in front of my bed is high, and the memorials are dense. Day after day, year after year, I have no choice. I am the emperor. Even if the world is peaceful and the affairs of the court are complicated, I still have the power to override the emperor. , exists in one place, it is in the hearts of the people. When it is lost, everything is lost. The emperor in the eyes of everyone is just the emperor, but the emperor in my eyes requires incomparable wisdom and courage to protect the peace of the country and the peace of the people. It is not an easy task. Things."

An Lingrong said softly: "I don't understand these things. My main duty is to serve the emperor well."

An Lingrong smiled and stretched out his hand to undress and untie the emperor.

"It smells so good!" The emperor murmured again.

In the dead of night, the aroma of the Yangxin Hall was overflowing. The emperor closed his eyes slightly. An Lingrong's long practice of slimming dance finally paid off, and his swaying figure became more enchanting and touching.

The emperor held her in his arms, rolling around on the bed, his fingertips flowing gently, caressing her skin. Her skin was as smooth as silk, making people unable to stop.

The emperor gently pushed back the flying black hair on her cheeks and said: "An Chang is here. I don't know if it's my imagination. The night wind moves the curtains and the fragrance blows by my ears. Why do I think you are... It’s getting more and more interesting.”

The lights are yellowish, shining in the dark, embellished with gold, like beads on a string, and shadows appear one after another on the wall. Several pieces of precious jade were placed on the table beside the bed. The warmth of the hosta exuded a charming light in the dark night.

An Lingrong sighed softly and closed his eyes quietly.

The air in the Yangxin Hall was filled with the unique fragrance of An Lingrong, which made the emperor intoxicated. The emperor held her tightly in his arms and waited all night until dawn.

Just after dawn, Su Peisheng's surprised voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Hui Gui has a fetal force. The Queen Mother sent someone to say that she will give birth today. The servant informed the Emperor. The Emperor got up slowly and it was too early. It’s too late to go see it after dinner.”

An Lingrong quickly crawled out of the warm bed, put on his clothes and said, "Your Majesty, it's better to visit Sister Mei earlier. For this woman to give birth to a child is like stepping into the gate of hell with one foot. It's very dangerous!"

When the emperor heard this, he also sat up from the bed. His eyes were dim and he was still greedily smelling the fragrance of An Lingrong. The emperor went to the Shoukang Palace of the Queen Mother first. After having breakfast, An Lingrong took Wan Changzai and others to the outside of the Shoukang Palace to wait for the news.

When it was time for dinner in the afternoon, An Lingrong finally heard Aunt Fangruo say that Hui Guiren's uterus was dilated to the extent of her ten fingers, her amniotic fluid had already broken, and she could give birth in half an hour.

After waiting for nearly two hours, when everyone was uneasy and did not dare to go back for dinner, An Lingrong heard a clear baby cry coming from Shoukangli. The sound was deafening.

Huanbi and Chun Changzai stood together, curiously looking at each other. Huanbi said, "I wonder if Hui Gui gave birth to a boy or a girl? Chun Changzai, the last bet was about what we were betting on. Does it still count? Let me tell you, if you lose, you have to make another Pipa for me. Did the one you made last time wear out?"

Chun Changzai curled up his lips and said, "Let's see the results of Huigui's delivery first. Are you sure that I will lose? I think I will definitely win!"

Aunt Fangruo and Aunt Zhuxi came out of the palace side by side, smiling and congratulating everyone. Aunt Fangruo smiled and said: "Today is really an auspicious and festive day. Hui Gui has given birth to an elder brother!"

Only Wan Changzai and Cui Jinxi guessed correctly. An Lingrong's heart tightened when he heard the result. Chun Chang placed a bet on the game. She wanted to see is believing, so she stepped forward and pestered Aunt Fangruo to ask the emperor to take her in to see the child. The emperor couldn't resist, so he called An Lingrong, Chun Changzai and Wan Guiren into the palace.

Hui Guiren's face was exhausted, and his face was as dull as paper, but his eyes were bright and bright, and he looked at the little boy in his arms softly. This was the fourth elder brother in the palace since the emperor established his concubine. The child's eyes were closed tightly, and the light black hair was extremely cute. There was a unique baby fragrance in the air. The child's hands and feet were trembling slightly in the swaddling clothes. The fleshy face and white skin were very red. He's so cute that you can't help but want to pinch his face when you see him.