An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

These few times, the emperor either recruited noble ladies or An Lingrong to serve as his bed attendants, and I don't know if he deliberately angered Concubine Hua.

After dinner, Su Peisheng came to Cuihe Hall to announce that An Lingrong had gone to Yangxin Hall to sing. An Lingrong came to the outside of Yangxin Hall. Along the way, he saw that the palace had strengthened security. Looking around, there were imperial guards everywhere. Being guarded made the entire palace suddenly look more solemn and solemn.

After An Lingrong arrived at Yangxin Hall, Su Peisheng was directing the eunuchs to arrange the newly arrived tables and chairs in the hall outside. There were also many green plants outside the door, which was full of life.

An Lingrong gently pushed open the door of Yangxin Hall. The room was filled with smoke, coming from the incense burner. The emperor was sitting in the large dragon chair under the window sill, his whole body hidden in darkness.

An Lingrong quietly approached the emperor: "Concubine, I wish you the best of luck to the emperor."

The emperor murmured: "Well, you are here, don't kneel, get up quickly." His voice was gentle.

But it sounded a little weak and tired. His eyes just opened and looked at her vaguely, and then closed slowly.

An Lingrong walked slowly behind the emperor, rolled up the cuffs of his long sleeves a little, revealing half of his lotus-root-like arms. He gently put the fingers of his hands on the emperor's head, and accurately found the acupuncture points in his hair, sometimes gently. , sometimes with force, pressing forward, backward, left and right until the emperor fell asleep.

Her fingers slid to the emperor's shoulders and neck, and she felt that these two places were very stiff, so she gently kneaded and pressed until his bones and muscles relaxed, and she only heard the emperor whisper. : "You feel so comfortable pressing me."

While An Lingrong was massaging the emperor, he looked around the palace. To the right of the dragon chair were two huge screens, and the gap between the screens was a huge bead curtain, which was filled with colorful beads. Yicai looked familiar. It was like the beaded curtain she saw Huanbi and Liuzhu wearing last time in Broken Yuxuan. She didn't expect that they were embroidering it for the emperor, so they quietly .

Looking across the screen, there are rows of brown bookshelves there. From a distance, there are all kinds of classics, history books, and poetry books. Next to the bookshelf, there is also a map of the country's great country and a set of lacquer tea sets, which are unique. Interesting.

There were slight footsteps and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground outside the door. Then An Lingrong smelled the fragrance of flowers. Eunuch Su must have asked someone to bring fresh flowers.

The emperor was drowsy and murmured: "An Changzai, the song you sang last time, Ziyun Song, let me sing it again. Why can't I get tired of listening to this song?"

An Lingrong unconsciously increased her strength with the ten fingers in her hands. She realized that she was a little out of control, so she quickly loosened her hands and said softly: "Okay, Your Majesty, listen, I will sing for you right now."

An Lingrong couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This Chunyuan has been dead for so long, but such a dead person often affects the living people in the palace. It's really unpleasant to think in his heart.

An Lingrong couldn't help but freely persuaded the lieutenant: "Your Majesty, this man cannot be resurrected from the dead. I feel so sorry for the living lives in the palace!"

The emperor suddenly woke up. When An Lingrong was unprepared, the emperor suddenly stretched out his hand and held down An Lingrong's hand.

The emperor gently squeezed her hand and said: "You must be feeling sorry for the life of Fuling. Concubine Hua Nian Shilan is arrogant and domineering, and Nian Gengyao is so outstanding that he has made great achievements in battle. Even I will give him three points." I am very sad that I gave them so little noodles and that Concubine Hua's life was wasted."

She laughed secretly in her heart. She was just reminding the emperor that Chunyuan was dead and people could not be resurrected, so why waste time and energy on a dead person.

What kind of charm does Chun Yuan have in her body that makes the emperor never forget her? Or does the emperor feel that he can't help her and owes her something, and he is always feeling guilty and sad?

Her thoughts wandered and she sang "Purple Cloud Song" which the emperor liked to listen to the most. For a moment, the sound was high and low, penetrating the intestines and ears, like rainwater dripping from the eaves, hitting the emperor's heart drop by drop, as he recalled the past.

She suddenly broke off at the right moment, singing to the softest and gentlest point, and cut off her voice. The emperor, still unfinished, opened his eyes, held her in his arms, and whispered: "Don't stop, keep singing, I felt comfortable listening to it, and all my worries disappeared in your voice."

The emperor leaned his head on An Lingrong's long hair, feeling the softness and smoothness of her hair, and said slowly: "Rong'er, I... I only feel no pressure when I am in front of you. You are not like them , you have no requirements for me, you always look down upon me, and you never compete for favors. Whether I declare or not that you will sleep with me, you treat me normally, but they are different. They have requirements for me. Some people When I am a money tree with endless money, some people think that I am a glory, but they do not really love me. I am just a tool for them to show off."

When An Lingrong heard that he called Rong'er, she was shocked in vain. She was so shocked that she pushed him away, stood up, knelt down and gave him a big salute and said, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you today?"

The emperor realized that he had lost his composure, and immediately his expression turned cold, as if he were wearing a mask. This tenderness disappeared as quickly as it came.

He said calmly: "Keep singing. When I listen to you singing, I fall asleep easily and my head no longer hurts."

An Lingrong stood quietly in front of him and started singing again. Unexpectedly, he said: "Come into my arms."

For some reason, she was reluctant to hear the emperor's commanding tone. She didn't know how true what the emperor just said to her was, but she could feel how sincere he was from the sound of it.

An Lingrong leaned over quietly, gently held his head in her arms, as if holding a baby, and patted his back gently. Unexpectedly, the emperor's Adam's apple tightened and he stood up suddenly. He picked her up and rolled onto the bed.

An Lingrong was so depressed that she couldn't breathe. The emperor whispered in her ear: "Rong'er, I like you, but I don't want to treat you well. I want to protect you!"

When An Lingrong heard this, she was so surprised that her eyes were as big as bells. She couldn't believe her eyes. The emperor must be dreaming.

He just makes people happy, so how can he take his words seriously? An Lingrong smiled mockingly to himself and didn't think too deeply.

Afterwards, the emperor fell asleep with his face and body facing inward as usual. He took An Lingrong's hand and put it on his waist.

An Lingrong's heart was agitated. His waist had lost weight again at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. The emperor naturally had no choice in the food. He felt great mental pressure, and his body bones kept getting thinner. down.

On the night when An Lingrong went to bed, Concubine Hua stayed at the emperor's bed for many days because she was jealous of Mr. Wan. She was confined in Yikun Palace and instigated Zhou Ninghai to push Mr. Wan into a pond of thousands of carps. Qin March was a night owl. , she was particularly energetic every night. It happened that An Lingrong went to the Yangxin Hall to attend the emperor's bed that night, and Qin Sanyue paid more attention to Suiyuxuan.

When Wan Guiren, Huan Bi and Liu Zhu were free, they would often linger by the lotus pond in the Imperial Garden. The lotus flowers there were green and the leaves were green, and the environment was quiet. She could sit there quietly for a whole day with a book. That day was also her day. After spending an afternoon in silence by the lotus pond, Liu Zhu was still reluctant to leave at dinner time, so Liu Zhu urged Wan Guiren to return to the palace.