The Queen has arrived: An Lingrong does not want to fight in the palace after her rebirth

An Lingrong paused. This question was not easy to answer. When Yu Ying'er's affair was exposed, would her answer today arouse the emperor's suspicion? She had no choice but to answer truthfully, "I don't understand Kunqu Opera, but I listened very attentively."

The emperor nodded and smiled: "Well, be attentive, just be attentive, you go back first, I will summon you in a few days."

An Lingrong obediently prepared to leave.

"You can take this collection of Su Dongpo's poems with you. I will check on you when I have time to see how you are doing." The emperor stuffed the book on the coffee table to An Lingrong.

An Lingrong frowned and muttered, "Your Majesty, I'm already grown up, why do you still need to check my homework?"

The emperor was amused by her and laughed out loud: "If you study well, I will reward you. If you don't study well, I will punish you. You can go now."

An Lingrong came out of the Yangxin Palace, and Yu Ying'er, who had been kneeling on the ground, lowered her head slightly to hide the hatred in her eyes.

Yu Ying'er regained favor and became even more arrogant in the palace. Even Shen Guiren, who had always been favored, had to avoid her.

During this period, the emperor became obsessed with the leisurely days of listening to Kunqu Opera and enjoying massage, and often summoned An Lingrong and Yu Ying'er to accompany him.

That day, the emperor summoned An Lingrong again, and she entered the Yangxin Palace with a bottle of plum blossom dew and a sachet filled with dried plum blossoms.

The emperor looked at her bringing something in, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Rong'er, what did you bring me again?"

An Lingrong glanced at Yu Ying'er who was standing beside the emperor, and said with a smile in her eyes: "I have nothing in Jiangnan, so I give you a branch of spring. Your Majesty, please open it and smell it." Then she handed him the bottle of perfume in her hand.

The emperor took a sniff and said, "The fragrance is refreshing and refreshing. Rong'er is really ingenious to put the plum blossom scenery on a snowy night into this small bottle."

When Yu Ying'er heard the emperor praising An Lingrong, her face suddenly became unhappy, but she still respectfully stood by and waited for an opportunity.

An Lingrong continued to smile: "Your Majesty, I also made a sachet for you."

The emperor took the sachet from An Lingrong and took a look. A cluster of plum blossoms were blooming proudly on the bright yellow brocade. A branch of tender leaves broke through the ice under a thin layer of frost and snow. The faint fragrance of the flowers drifted in the wind as the sachet swayed. The emperor was immediately happy: "The plum blossoms are fragrant in my dreams. This spring is indeed good. Reading makes people wise. Rong'er has learned well."

An Lingrong looked guilty and said, "I have shown off my skills in front of Your Majesty. I know my own limitations. Your Majesty, please don't make fun of me."

The emperor asked An Lingrong to tie the sachet around his waist, took An Lingrong's hand and said sternly: "Why do you think you are too humble? I can't accept your gift for nothing. I remember that tomorrow is your birthday. I will give you whatever you want."

An Lingrong's heart moved. The emperor used the word "send" instead of "grant". It seemed that her efforts during this period were not wasted. After Zhen Huan gained the emperor's favor, she would also be able to leave an impression in the emperor's heart, and her life would not be too difficult.

An Lingrong thought carefully about what the emperor said, and then said in a tender voice: "I have everything now. I want to ask the emperor to write a couplet for me. Then I will hang the imperial pen on the head of the bed, just like I can see the emperor all the time."

The emperor patted An Lingrong's face affectionately and replied with a smile: "It's not difficult. I will serve you with writing materials."

Xiao Xia Zi swiftly prepared the pen and ink, An Lingrong ground the ink gently, the Emperor lowered his eyes in thought, only Yu Ying'er stood aside at a loss, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

The emperor put down his pen and asked An Lingrong to come closer: "Rong'er, take a look. Do you like it?"

An Lingrong whispered: "See you this year, see you again next year, the beauty of spring is like a human face."

After reading it, An Lingrong looked up at the emperor, her eyes sparkling with tears and filled with joy and affection, and she said to the emperor shyly: "Your Majesty is thinking of me, I am so happy that I don't know what to say. I only wish that Your Majesty will be healthy and happy in this life, and live a long-lived immortal in the world."

An Lingrong spoke with such sincerity that the emperor was moved. There were countless women in the harem, but only Concubine Hua trusted and relied on him so much. As long as she didn't make any big mistakes in the future, he would always keep her safe and happy.

When Yu Ying'er saw An Lingrong had received the emperor's handwriting, she was so angry that she could not help but speak boldly: "Your Majesty's handwriting is really good. I would like to ask the emperor to write a piece for me."

The emperor glanced at the embarrassed Yu Ying'er and said calmly, "This is Rong'er's birthday gift. Why do you want it too?"

No matter how shallow Yu Ying'er was, she could tell that the emperor was unhappy, so she immediately knelt down and apologized: "I said something wrong, Your Majesty, please forgive me."

The Emperor asked her to stand up with an unclear look on his face, signaling her that she could start singing, then he leaned in An Lingrong's arms and closed his eyes to rest.

An Lingrong looked at the emperor who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, and knew that he had already become suspicious of Yu Ying'er, but he did not want to disrupt the beauty of the plum garden on a snowy night for the time being, so he just treated her like a toy and pampered her for the time being.

An Lingrong's hands moved gently and slowly, and soon the emperor fell asleep.

Seeing that the emperor had fallen into a deep sleep, Yu Ying'er glared at An Lingrong fiercely. An Lingrong smiled at her calmly. Yu Ying'er felt deflated and walked to the outer room angrily, her eyes darting around, first looking at the walnuts on the table, then looking at Xiao Xia Zi who was waiting to be served with her hands down.

She waved like a cat or a dog: "Xia Zi, come here."

Xiao Xiazi hurried forward and obeyed the instructions.

Yu Ying'er sat down on the couch and smiled, pointing to the walnuts in front of her: "Xiao Xiazi, come and peel the walnuts for me, with your hands."

Xiao Xia Zi was stunned, but felt helpless when she met Yu Ying'er's fierce eyes, so she picked up the walnut and prepared to peel it.

An Lingrong gently pressed the emperor's ear with her finger, and the emperor coughed lightly. Xiao Xia Zi immediately got up swiftly, tiptoed to the inner room, and waited for instructions with her hands down.

Yu Ying'er came in angrily from outside, staring at Xiao Xiazi fiercely with a ferocious face. Xiao Xiazi stood still with his eyes looking at her nose and his nose looking at his heart.

Yu Ying'er turned her gaze to An Lingrong, her eyes were fierce as if she wanted to kill someone. An Lingrong stopped massaging her hands and patted the emperor's back with a focused look, not even bothering to look at Yu Ying'er.

Half an hour later, the emperor woke up on time. Looking at An Lingrong's wrinkled clothes, he said loudly, "Su Peisheng, Suzhou has just tributed several pieces of floating luster brocade. Find them all for An Changzai." Then he strode out without even giving Yu Ying'er a glance.

An Lingrong was satisfied and let Rendong take the reward and prepared to go back.

"Sister An Changzai, you are so amazing. You have poems, calligraphy, paintings and clothes. Since you have obtained so much, why do you always make things difficult for your younger sister?" Yu Ying'er stopped An Lingrong and spoke resentfully.

An Lingrong chuckled and said, "I only heard these two lines of poetry from others. They are nothing special."

Yu Ying'er's face turned pale. How could An Lingrong know?