An Lingrong's Rebirth: Red

When Shen Meizhuang was under house arrest, Ling Rong never sent her anything directly. Occasionally, she would visit Jingpin in the name of leaving some snacks and tea, thus leaving a good impression on Jingpin.

But Lingrong knew that Jingpin was thoughtful and could endure loneliness. If she wanted to make her her assistant, she would probably need a bargaining chip like Longyue in her previous life.

But she did not have the ability to give a child to Jingpin for the time being. There were only Princess Shuhe from Concubine Xin and Princess Wenyi from Concubine Cao in the palace. Lingrong could not take the child from other mothers and give it to Jingpin.

Jingpin is only 24 years old. If she is willing to please the emperor, she may still be pregnant. Lingrong thought of the prescription given by the queen in her previous life. Fortunately, she was familiar with spices and remembered the names of these medicines clearly.

She shook the paper to dry the ink, thinking that when she found a trustworthy imperial physician in the future, she would ask him to see if the prescription could be improved.

But these are things to be considered in the future. Right now, Lingrong still has new difficulties to overcome.

The weather this year is abnormal. It was still a bit hot until the end of October, and I would sweat after a little exercise. But as half a month passed, the weather suddenly became cold. Wearing autumn clothes is no longer of any use. I can only hope that the Ministry of Internal Affairs will send me some warmer winter clothes.

However, since Lingrong had not been selected since she entered the palace, the Ministry of Internal Affairs was inevitably a little negligent, and the clothes and bedding sent were just for show. Lingrong looked at them and thought they were probably refurbished a few years ago, so they had no function of keeping warm.

Noble Lady Fucha has been in a bad mood since she came back from the emperor's sleepover a few days ago. The emperor seems to be a little tired of her and prefers his new favorites Shen Meiyu and Zhen Huan. As a result, Ling Rong has no money to earn, and her life is somewhat tight.

Unlike Concubine Chun, who was not old enough to serve the emperor in the night court, she was given special care by the emperor's decree and had even moved to a side hall in the Sui Yuxuan some time ago to accompany Zhen Huan, the most beloved concubine in the palace.

Since the emperor never remembered that there was Lingrong in the palace, she could only plan quietly on her own, hoping to get some favor and reward from the emperor to make this winter easier.

Feeling depressed, Lingrong simply put on a cloak and went out. The ginkgo leaves in front of the gate of Yanxi Palace were already all over the ground. Lingrong lowered her head to look at the leaves, intending to pick out a few good-looking ones to use as embroidery patterns.

"Zhao Shui, look at this leaf. It would be very beautiful if it was embroidered on a cuff or a sachet. If it were embroidered on a silk handkerchief, you could also add two lines of poetry. The world is filled with joy, and only the ginkgo leaves live up to the autumn."

"My lady, I have never seen words embroidered on silk handkerchiefs. It seems to be mostly on round fans."

"There are some on silk handkerchiefs, but most embroiderers can't read, so there are fewer. If you like, I'll embroider one for you in a few days."

"A silk handkerchief embroidered by the young lady is worth a hundred taels. This way, I will be considered rich." Zhaoshui smiled and squatted on the ground, looking for ginkgo leaves with Lingrong, "What poem will the young lady embroider for me?"

"Looking at the water, I feel affectionate while combing my hair; leaning against the railing, I feel bored while carrying my shoes. How about this sentence?"

"This is clearly what the young lady saw in the book yesterday. You also said that my name is on it. I already know this, but I can't let it go."

"Then..." Ling Rong stretched out her tone, quickly recalling the words she had read in books over the past few months, "A thin branch of barren tree shines across the water, and its sparse flowers endure the cold."

"A thin branch of the barren tree shines across the water, and its sparse flowers endure the cold."

Lingrong spoke, but at the same time someone else said this. Lingrong looked up and saw the man wearing dragon patterned brocade clothes. Who else could it be but the emperor?

"Your Highness." Lingrong pretended to be scared, and the ginkgo leaves in her hands fell to the ground. Zhaoshui followed her in saluting, squatting aside and holding her breath.

"You know me." The emperor looked down at her, his fingers stroking the jade beads, and one could not even tell whether he was happy or angry from his tone.

"I am An, the concubine of Yanxi Palace. The emperor often visits Noble Lady Fucha and Lady Xia. I recognize them just by looking at them from a distance."

The emperor nodded and shook the beads in his hand, "Get up, it's cool in autumn, don't get too cold."

Ling Rong stood up as expected. The emperor did not speak, so she could only stand there hesitantly. After a long while, she spoke with a trembling voice and wanted to bow again, "I didn't know that the emperor had come to the Yanxi Palace. I made a noise at the palace gate. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

The emperor finally laughed when he heard this. He reached out and supported Lingrong's arm, preventing her from kneeling down again. "It's okay. I never thought there would be a woman as talented as you in the Yanxi Palace. Don't be afraid."

"The most talented woman in the palace should be Concubine Wan. Lingrong has only read a few books and poems."

"Reading and knowing etiquette is very good." The emperor pinched Lingrong's shoulders and smiled a little. "I also need to go see Noble Lady Fucha. Su Peisheng, please help your Lady An collect the fallen ginkgo leaves. If one is missing, I will not forgive you."

"Yes, please rest assured that I will do the job for you." Su Peisheng bowed and agreed, waiting for the emperor to enter the Yanx Palace first.

Su Peisheng asked Xiao Xiazi to pick up leaves for Lingrong. Even though Lingrong refused, he still picked up the leaves and then sent Lingrong all the way back to Ledao Hall.

"These leaves are more beautiful than the ones I picked. Eunuch Su and this young eunuch are very thoughtful." Lingrong gave Zhaoshui a look, and Zhaoshui immediately took out two bulging purses and stuffed them into the hands of Eunuch Su and Xiao Xiazi respectively.

"Oh, it's a blessing for Ye Zi that the young lady likes it." Su Peisheng accepted the gift and took Xiao Xiazi to the main hall to serve.

Ling Rong touched the leaves. She had been thinking about how to show her face in front of the emperor, but now she had accidentally created a good impression in front of the emperor.

It seems that these books are really good things. Ling Rong flipped through a few more pages of the book. In her previous life, she gained favor because of her voice and was not well versed in poetry and books.

Even if he was reborn and read a few pages of poetry, he would only know a little bit. I am afraid that his true colors would be exposed if he talked to the emperor for a few more sentences.

But now that Zhen Huan is still here, if the emperor wants to talk about poetry, he will still go to his favorite Concubine Wan. Ling Rong looked at the fertility prescription in the book and began to think about asking the imperial physician to prescribe some medicated food for the emperor to use.

The next day, the emperor turned over Lingrong's name card as expected. After the order was given, the Ministry of Internal Affairs immediately replaced the clothes and bedding that had been sent before, and also put up a lot of new tea and porcelain.

Ling Rong used scissors to fiddle with the golden cups and silver stands sent by the flower room, pondered for a while and called for Zhao Shui. "Put it in the corridor, I don't like this flower."

Only when the flower was out of sight did Ling Rong feel much more comfortable, but she still pretended to be nervous and trembling for the first time she was favored, just like in her previous life.

The aunt who accompanies the emperor's sleeping arrangements was talking about the rules. Ling Rong, who had served the emperor in bed countless times, knew the emperor's preferences better than the aunt who accompanies the emperor's sleeping arrangements.

"Auntie, I don't know why, I'm so scared."

"Don't be afraid, my lady. Concubines are always afraid when they sleep with you for the first time. Although the emperor is the emperor, he loves you, so you just need to be calm."

Lingrong hesitantly responded and was then wrapped up and taken all the way to the Emperor's bedroom.

But after lying on the bed for a while, the emperor still hadn't arrived. There was no one around, and Lingrong didn't have to pretend to be shy and afraid of her first time sleeping with the emperor. She looked around the decorations in the bedroom out of boredom, but she met the emperor's gaze.

Lingrong immediately shrank back into the quilt, but the emperor remained silent for a long time. Lingrong slowly revealed her misty eyes and spoke cautiously.

"Ling Rong pays respect to His Majesty."

"Nizi is shy. It must be cold all the way here."

"It's colder than that day under the ginkgo tree. Even my hands are a little cold." Ling Rong stretched her hand out from under the quilt and gently held the back of the emperor's hand with her cold fingertips.

When she touched it just now, she wanted to pull back as if she was burned. But the emperor held her hand, gently held it with his big hand, and covered her with his other hand to warm her.

"It's very cold and the night is long. I will slowly warm you up."