An Lingrong is reborn, the reorganized team is killing like crazy

As An Lingrong listened to the book, she felt that it was the same book she had read before, “Records of Entering Sichuan”. Many of the descriptions in the book seemed to have deeper images, and she was fascinated by it for a moment.

It wasn't until the palace banquet began that everyone came back to their senses...

The Empress Dowager's eye disease had not yet healed, so she sat for a while and then returned to Shoukang Palace, saying that the candlelight was too bright and her eyes were uncomfortable.

As soon as the Queen Mother left, the palace suddenly became less reserved, but the Emperor said:

"I remember that the other day, Concubine Yi discussed "The Record of Entering Sichuan" with me and was very obsessed with it. Now Old Seventeen is here. If you have anything you want to know, just ask him..."

"Your Majesty is always teasing me. I just looked at the cultural landscape and secular customs. How can I be considered obsessed with it..."

An Lingrong looked at the emperor with a smile, then turned to Prince Guo and said:

"It is recorded in the Records of Entering Sichuan: 'Mr. Lu once encountered a raft in August. It was more than ten feet wide and more than fifty feet long. There were thirty or forty families on it, with wives, children, chickens, dogs, mortars and pestles, and everything else. In the middle, there were paths and paths, and there was also a shrine...' Is it really as talented as this wonder?" An Lingrong looked at Prince Guo with a look of curiosity and fascination.

"It is true that I have never seen what Lady Yi described, but it is true that there are many bamboos in Shu and people use bamboo rafts when traveling on rivers." Prince Guo looked at An Lingrong with a smile, and An Lingrong had no choice but to nod.

"Noble Lady Yi, please stop making a fool of yourself here. How is it possible to have a bamboo raft that big? If Noble Lady Yi had thought about it from this perspective, she would have known that it is impossible. Now you are asking Prince Guo about it. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Hua Fei tapped her forehead as she spoke, signaling her to use her brain more. She looked at An Lingrong with a scornful smile on her lips.

"No, no, the place I have been to is only a corner of Shu. The things that Lady Yi mentioned are just things I have never seen. Maybe they really exist somewhere else." Prince Guo poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp...

After hearing this, Concubine Hua's expression did not change, but she did not refute it.

"Is the scene of 'Night Rain in Bashan Mountains' real?" An Lingrong continued to ask, ignoring Concubine Hua.

As for the descriptions in "Records of Entering Sichuan", she would never be able to take a look at them in her lifetime. What was described there were all scenes she had never seen. She even asked Xin Changzai about it, but Xin Changzai had also lived in seclusion before entering the palace and could not give her an answer.

Now she just wanted to ask what she wanted to ask. After all, it was the emperor who asked her to ask, so why should she bother with Concubine Hua...

"This scene is indeed real. Shu is rainy. The autumn rain lasts for dozens of days, which is bound to make people feel depressed. I didn't expect that the night rain in Bashan Mountain would be such a beautiful scene. Instead, I lingered for a few more days..."

Prince Guo still smiled as bright as spring breeze and looked at An Lingrong, who nodded with satisfaction.

"However, the night rain in Bashan is like the heart of an old friend, lingering around the window, either to express the sorrow of separation or to relieve the sorrow."

After Prince Guo finished speaking, he poured himself a glass of wine, and after a hint of sadness, he drank it all in one gulp...

"That…"

"Then, Your Majesty, have you ever tried to feel the same sentiments as the ancients, by trimming the candlelight while facing the rain under the west window?" An Lingrong wanted to ask again, but Zhen Huan suddenly interrupted her. Upon hearing this, Prince Guo looked at Zhen Huan.

An Lingrong was about to ask Prince Guo at this time, so her eyes were naturally on him, so she accurately caught the trace of longing and resentment in his eyes, and his eyes fell on Zhen Huan...

However, after a moment, he said calmly, "It is a pleasant thing to cut the candlelight in the west window together. What fun is there for me to have it alone? It is better to sleep in the rain and have a sweet dream.

"Your Highness is very refined, but I'm afraid you won't be able to appreciate the sentiment of Yishan's words, 'When will we cut the candle in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan'..."

Zhen Huan said this while looking at the Emperor, with a shy look on her face, as if she had cut the candlelight in the west window with the Emperor before...

Upon hearing the voice, the Emperor looked towards Zhen Huan, and his expression softened a little, as if he had also recalled the scene at that time.

"My little prince does not understand why we should cut the west window together, but he can imitate Zhuang Zhou's dream of being a butterfly as if in a dream." After saying this, he drank another cup. When he looked up, An Lingrong saw clearly that his eyes were indeed fixed on Zhen Huan.

An Lingrong raised her eyebrows, took a sip of the fruit wine in front of her, then leaned back, wanting to see what the two would say next, whether it was the one-sided love of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or the secret love of cutting the west window together.

"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly in the morning. I don't know whether Zhuang Zhou was fascinated by the butterfly, or the butterfly deliberately fascinated Zhuang Zhou." An Lingrong smiled softly with her hands covering her lips and looked at the emperor.

When Zhen Huan heard this, she looked at An Lingrong, and saw that An Lingrong was just looking at the emperor tenderly, and then she realized that she was overthinking...

"Xiyan" Shujin once kept her awake at night. She just wanted to attract the emperor's attention. After thinking carefully about what Prince Guo said, she was afraid that what she thought was indeed true.

"Perhaps the butterfly did not intend to enter Zhuangzi's dream." Zhen Huan took a deep breath, straightened her body, and looked at the emperor.

"Maybe it's Zhuangzi himself who wants to dream about butterflies." Prince Guo spoke again. Zhen Huan's heart trembled. She looked at Prince Guo secretly. Seeing that he was just drinking and didn't look at her, she felt relieved.

"What do you mean?" The emperor looked at Prince Guo and spoke.

"What you think about during the day, you dream about at night." Prince Guo said, and filled the wine glass in front of him again...

"It turns out that Zhuangzi longed for the butterfly. Seventeenth brother, drink less. You really should marry a wife who can take good care of you..." The emperor raised his glass, and Prince Guo also raised his glass, and they both drank it down in one gulp.

"This dress of Concubine Hua is nice and looks very dazzling." The Queen spoke, and everyone's eyes fell on Concubine Hua. She was wearing a bright yellow Suzhou embroidery dress with intricate patterns. An Lingrong could tell at a glance that a lot of gold thread was used here.

"It's a once-a-year palace banquet, so naturally I should dress appropriately for the occasion." Hua Fei said as she adjusted the golden hairpin on her hair and looked at the emperor coquettishly. The emperor's expression did not change.

"Indeed, what kind of clothes should be matched with what kind of jewelry. I think the silk flower in Concubine Hua's hairpin is also unique..." The Queen spoke again, still with a warm smile on her face.

"The silk flowers for hairpins in the palace are all made of satin. Although they look beautiful, they are easy to rot. Today is New Year's Eve, and I feel it is unlucky, so I ordered people to make them with gold thread densely woven with gemstone beads." Concubine Hua was proud, but she didn't notice the emperor's face had turned dark.

After these words were spoken, not only the emperor, but also the concubines and princesses sitting in the room could not help but touch the silk flowers on their heads, feeling unhappy.

As expected, without Cao Qinmo to plot by her side, Concubine Hua became even more brainless...

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The next day, all the palaces went to pay homage to the Empress Dowager. An Lingrong was pulled up by Juqing early to wash and dress up. She wore a peach pink dress that was not eye-catching, but it was also considered festive.

After a set of cumbersome rituals, when I returned to Chengqian Palace, I felt like my legs didn’t belong to me anymore…