An Lingrong's Rebirth: Red

After spending several days, Lingrong finally finished embroidering the handkerchief she gave to Zhaoshui. Her original intention was to embroider the words "A thin branch lies across the water, and its sparse flowers resist the cold."

Because this sentence not only contains the words "reflecting the water", but also uses the scenery and flowers to describe a person's character, the meaning is better.

But for some reason, Zhaoshui always wanted Lingrong to change the line. For this reason, Lingrong looked through books for a few days before she found a new line of poetry - The fields are full of green lotus leaves reflecting the water.

Zhaoshui couldn't let the handkerchief go after getting it, which made Baojuan and Baoque very envious. Even Xiaochizi started to "make a fuss", thinking of asking for a reward from his master.

"It's like this over there. Each person in the Yanxi Palace will have a sachet. For Zhaoshui, embroider it with lotus flowers. For Baojuan, embroider it with azaleas. For Baoque, embroider it with a magpie. For the small pond, embroider it with a koi. How about that?"

"Oh, thank you, young lady." Xiao Chizi was the first to react. He sat at Ling Rong's feet and massaged her legs. "This koi is the seal given to me by the young lady. I will follow you for the rest of my life."

Zhaoshui and the other two also responded and said some auspicious words, which made Lingrong very happy.

But after laughing for a while, someone came from the main hall and said that Noble Lady Fucha wanted to invite Lingrong over to have a chat.

Lingrong knew what Noble Lady Fucha was thinking without even thinking. It was very likely that she was angry about Zhen Huan's pregnancy and wanted to find a way to teach Zhen Huan a lesson.

As expected, as soon as he arrived at the store, he saw broken porcelain all over the floor. In the cold winter, Sang'er was still standing beside Noble Lady Fucha, fanning her, which showed that he was very angry.

Ling Rong carefully stepped around the broken porcelain pieces and knelt down to pay her respects, "Greetings to Noble Lady Fucha, may your majesty be blessed with good health and happiness."

"Alright, get up," Noble Lady Fucha called impatiently. She looked Ling Rong up and down, and her superiority came out again. "You are really useless. You have never seen the emperor since you slept with him once. You are really poor and unlucky. The emperor doesn't even want to look at you."

"Ling Rong is not as noble as the noble lady, nor is she as beautiful as the noble lady Wan. In this deep palace where hundreds of flowers bloom, she naturally cannot make any waves."

Lingrong was not angry when being scolded. She directly pointed out Zhen Huan and told Fucha Guiren explicitly and implicitly that I am not as good as you, and you are not as good as Zhen Huan.

"Zhen Huan is just relying on her beauty to seduce the emperor," Noble Lady Fucha blushed. She tightly grasped the teacup in her hand and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, "An Lingrong, I want her child to be unbearable."

"My Lord, please be careful with your words." Ling Rong shrank her shoulders in fear. She looked around and spoke quietly as if she was worried about someone behind her. "My Lord Wan doesn't seem to have any disagreements with you, right? Why do you have to..."

"She was disrespectful to me when she entered the palace. When Shen Meizhuang was confined, she even tried to drag me down with her. What's even more infuriating is that she stole my favor. Ever since the emperor saw her, he no longer wants to come to this Yanxi Palace."

The emperor is unwilling to come to the Yanx Palace, you should blame yourself, Noble Lady Fucha... Lingrong thought silently. She knew very well that Noble Lady Fucha could not maintain the image of a goddess for a few days, and it was almost inevitable that the emperor would not favor her.

So it really can’t be blamed on Zhen Huan, it was purely her own true nature that was exposed.

"What's even more hateful is that she is going to be promoted to a concubine. The emperor wants to make an exception and promote her to a higher rank just after she becomes pregnant. When she gives birth, there will be no place for me in the harem."

Ling Rong sighed upon hearing this, "If there is no place for a noble, then I, a mere concubine, will probably die one day and no one will know."

"You're not that stupid. Tell me what you can do."

"There's nothing we can do, Your Majesty." Ling Rong shook her head. She bit her lower lip, looked at Noble Lady Fucha, and then looked at Sang'er. "In fact, if we were to say who hates Noble Lady Wan the most, it should be Concubine Hua. Your Majesty, there's no need to be anxious."

"I know, but I can't stand it."

Noble Lady Fucha took a sip of tea and looked at Lingrong with a cold gaze, as if she was going to smash the cup on Lingrong's head if Lingrong didn't give her a satisfactory answer.

Lingrong couldn't understand why Concubine Fucha, who was obviously timid, could be more blatant than her when it came to saying hurtful things.

"My dear, a few days ago, Songzhi from Yikun Palace came out of the laundry department."

"What do you mean? A mere maid is not worthy of my concern."

"No, Noble Lady, Songzhi has been serving Concubine Hua since she was a child. As the saying goes, one should look at the owner before beating a dog." Ling Rong paused. She tried to make Noble Lady Fucha understand it herself, but obviously, Noble Lady Fucha didn't have that brains.

"There's no need to dirty your hands with some things. You might as well find a way to win the emperor's heart while Concubine Wan is in favor. If she makes Concubine Wan feel ignored, Concubine Wan should let her suffer in return."

"That's not enough." Noble Lady Fucha put down the cup heavily. "I want her to suffer more, so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart. An Lingrong, I am very dissatisfied with your answer. Please reduce the charcoal fire in Ledao Hall by half in winter."

"In fact, it is difficult for women to be pregnant... Even a small amount of spices, or rouge applied on the face, may harm the fetus." Ling Rong saw that her charcoal was about to be reduced by half for no reason, and there was no way to hide it. She could only stand up and bow again, and make a clearer point.

"I remember your Excellency said that there is a Master He Anming in the Imperial Hospital who is one of our own. You might as well ask him to come and ask."

As if Noble Lady Fucha finally remembered something, she waved her hand and asked Sang'er to go and ask Imperial Physician He, under the pretext of asking for Ping An's pulse.

Lingrong originally wanted to leave, but was stopped by Fucha Guiren's look. She toyed with her handkerchief with both hands, still acting timidly as before.

Originally she didn't know how to dress up, but now with Zhaoshui's help, her face of uncertainty revealed a rare hint of pity.

Fortunately, the Imperial Medical Office was the closest to the Yanxi Palace, so He Anming hurried over, running out of breath while carrying a medicine box.

"I pay my respects to the noble lady Fucha, and An agrees."

Ling Rong nodded slightly in response. She looked up at He Anming, a doctor who looked to be in his early twenties, tall and handsome, and looked like someone who would have had some romantic affairs with the concubines or maids in the palace.

I don’t know whether Shen Meizhuang likes it or not, but according to her taste, she probably prefers steady men like the Emperor and Doctor Wen.

"Doctor He, the noble lady in the palace is pregnant. I want to send her some gifts, but there are some things that may harm the fetus, so I can't send them."

"This... there are many medicinal herbs that cannot be used. The imperial doctors of the Imperial Hospital generally avoid using them, and nobles rarely come into contact with them on a daily basis. If there are more common but less well-known herbs, they are cloves, morning glory seeds, dahlias, etc."

Ling Rong listened silently at the side, trying her best to reduce her presence, but He Anming glanced at her secretly, which immediately made her panic.

"My noble lady, I..." Ling Rong stood up again and wanted to leave. Seeing that there was someone more useful, Noble Lady Fucha waved her hand and sent her out.

Before leaving, Ling Rong took one more glance at He Anming's profile before going out to look for Zhao Shui who was waiting outside the door.

In fact, Lingrong was not against listening to the following words, but she did not want to get involved in the mess of murdering the royal heir at this time. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance of being implicated, she would try her best to avoid it.

After leaving the main hall of the Yanx Palace, Lingrong did not return to Ledao Hall immediately, but instead strolled towards Fengxian Hall in the southeast direction.

The Fengxian Hall has a double-eaved roof and a yellow glazed tile roof. The eaves are covered with colorful paintings with large gold threads and gold spirals, which sparkle brightly in the sun.

I heard that the floor of the palace is paved with gold bricks. If I take a few of them, I probably won’t have to worry about my monthly allowance anymore.

Ling Rong laughed out loud as she thought about it. In her eyes, the Fengxian Hall, which only had one main hall, had become a glittering mountain of gold. It was a pity that she could see it but not touch it.

The master and servant walked slowly on the palace road, and it took a while before they waited for the imperial physician He Anming who was about to return to the Imperial Hospital.

"Master An."

"Doctor He, please don't be so polite. Excuse me, but are you good at ways to keep fit? Preferably...preferably the kind that can help you lose weight." Ling Rong spoke a little embarrassedly. Fortunately, there was no one in the huge palace road, otherwise, if she had come into contact with outsiders like this, she would have lost several heads.

"My lady, you are too kind. I have some medicinal food here, but if you want it to be effective quickly without hurting your body, you will have to wait for some time."

Ling Rong nodded, and Zhao Shui immediately stepped forward and stuffed a purse into He Anming's pocket.

He Anming did not accept it, but repeatedly refused it, saying that it was his duty and that the young master did not need to give him a reward.

Seeing this, Ling Rong had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​using gold and silver to win over the imperial physician. She agreed on a time to get the medicine and said goodbye to He Anming.

Unexpectedly, before they had walked far, He Anming called Ling Rong from behind. "Ms. An, you don't have to worry too much about these external beauties."

Snowflakes fluttered down. Lingrong stopped, slowly turned her head and gave him a faint shy smile. Without saying anything, she hurried away with Zhaoshui.

Poor He Anming didn't know that this slimming medicinal diet was requested by Lingrong for the Emperor.