The Legend of Zhen Huan: An Lingrong

Anfu

A small sedan chair with azure color stopped in front of the gate of Anfu. The gatekeeper, who was sitting drowsily, suddenly raised his head and saw a small sedan chair, and rushed to meet him. He has been guarding Anfu for so many years. The gate is closed, can't you even recognize your master's sedan chair?

The servant next to the sedan chair helped An Bihuai out of the carriage. An Bihuai looked a little tired, and he didn't look as energetic as before. When he saw the servant coming to help him, he just opened his eyes and glanced at him lazily.

The gatekeeper greeted him and said respectfully, "Master, you are back!"

An Bihuai snorted, didn't even look at the man, and asked the servant to help him into the mansion.

The doorkeeper didn't care either. After all, before the lady entered the palace in the past, the master might reward them with a few pennies for tea if he was in a good mood. The young master is also a little unhappy, and today's situation is not bad.

An Bihuai was supported by the servant and walked towards An's house, maybe he was in a hurry, his face turned pale, and his breathing became short of breath.

The boy looked at him and hurriedly helped him to the stone chair in the courtyard to rest his feet and caressed his breath.

An Bihuai finally regained his composure. He looked at the boy and seemed to have seen something, and said melancholy, "In the past, when I was tired and out of breath, Lingrong also helped me to calm down in this way."

The boy didn't dare to talk nonsense, he just lowered his head and said, "Miss has always been filial!"

An Bihuai sighed and said, "My daughter is the most pampered, I don't know if the women in the palace will be angry with her, whether the palace is at home, if Lingrong is angry, who should I tell?"

The boy lowered his head, not daring to speak, and besides, these words are not what he should say, the master said that he loves his daughter, so it's nothing for him to speak indiscriminately.

An Bihuai stopped talking, stood up slowly, and the young man hurriedly helped him to walk to An's yard.

An Shi was embroidering a handkerchief on the couch, when she saw An Bihuai enter the room, she didn't say anything, just stopped her needle, stood up, and helped An's father to sit on the couch.

"Master, why are you back so early?" An Shi saw that Father An's face was sweaty, so she took out a handkerchief and wiped it off for him, raised her eyes and glanced around, her brows were cold, and she said calmly, "You guys Go down first!"

The serving servant hurriedly retreated, and Madam Cheng carefully closed the door.

The servant left as soon as he left.Father An swept away his exhaustion and frailty before, sat up straight, with a serious expression on his face, "The current emperor is far wiser than the previous emperor."

An Shi reached out to pick up the handkerchief on the table and continued to embroider, casually said, "A person worthy of being the emperor is naturally wise!"

"The emperor told me today that I'm only forty-four, and it's too early for me to retire and return to my hometown, so I rejected my offer. Mausoleum... ah!" Father An said and sighed. He took a deep breath and didn't know what to say for a while.

Hearing what he said, An's fingers paused for a moment, and then she came back to her senses and continued to embroider the handkerchief on her hand, "Ling Rong knows it by herself, but we underestimated your position in the heart of the Holy One. She is in the palace Well, we still can't help her after all."

Seeing An Shi like this, An Bihuai reached out his hand to comfort her, but withdrew his hand, because he knew that An Shi had never been weak in front of anyone, whether in the past or in this life.

"Ma'am, you also know that our daughter has always been smart, so naturally nothing will happen!" In the end, he just stretched out his hand and held An Shi's finger, intertwining her fingers.

An Shi felt that his palm was suddenly being held, and he clenched his hand back after being taken aback for a moment. His voice was vague, "I'm just worried..."

Royal Palace

"Sister Zhuhan, that Huang Guiquan is really deceptive, seeing that our little master has not yet attended bedtime, so he treats us so badly in the palace!" The little maid Yun Yi complained to Zhuhan with a dissatisfied face.

Zhu Han was also a little dissatisfied, but the little master knew that such a thing would happen, and warned them early in the morning not to let them talk nonsense outside.

Hearing what Yunyi said, she didn't dare to say anything casually, so she could only say coldly, "Are you supposed to say these words? Don't talk too much, the young master hasn't gone to bed yet. It's not like you don't know That Huang Guiquan is under Concubine Hua's subordinates, if you say this, aren't you causing trouble for the young master?"

Hearing what she said, Yun Yi was so frightened that she knelt down and said anxiously, "I was wrong, sister Zhu Han, don't tell the young master! If the young master knows, maybe he will punish me !"

Zhuhan stretched out his hand to help her up, patted her hand lightly, and comforted her, "You don't have to be so nervous, I won't tell my little master, but your recklessness is really worrying! "

With tears on Yunyi's face, she looked very pitiful. She looked at Zhuhan with tears in her eyes and said gratefully, "Sister Zhuhan, you are so kind to me!" On the downside, only Sister Zhuhan treated her the same way as before, except for her mother, no one else treated her so well.

Zhu Han took out the handkerchief, stuffed it into her hand, and said softly, "Don't cry anymore, wipe it off quickly, and go to work! By the way, go to the kitchen to get some snacks for the young master!"

Yun Yi nodded obediently, and clenched the handkerchief in her hand. Seeing her cute appearance, Zhu Han couldn't help reaching out and stroking her head.

"My lord, don't care about what Yun Yi said, that little girl's film is just nonsense." Lin Xi looked worriedly at Ling Rong who was sitting by the window, feeling a little worried, the words just now were not spoken very loudly , but the sound was just enough for Ling Rong and Lin Xi in the room to hear clearly.

Ling Rong had known for a long time that he would encounter such a thing after entering the palace, so naturally he would not be hurt too much, but it was just a bit of ridicule. Such things as exalting the high and trampling the low are common things in the palace, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon. Just encountered such a thing.

Ling Rong lowered his eyebrows, turned a page of the book, and said indifferently, "I never cared about these things, I expected such things to happen in the palace, but..."

Lin Xi glanced at Ling Rong in surprise, there were only many little lords who came and went in and out of the palace over the years, not too few.But not every little master can face such things calmly like her.

There was fluttering white snow outside, Leng Rui looked at the snow falling very elegantly outside, offered a cup of hot tea, and said with a smile, "My lord, it's snowing outside, drink a cup of hot tea to warm up , so as not to catch a cold!"

Ling Rong was immersed in the book, but Leng Rui's words brought him back to his senses. He looked up at the heavy snow falling outside the window, put the book in his hand on the table, and reached out to pick up the hot tea.

She took a sip of tea and said lightly, "This year's snow is much earlier than in previous years, and it seems to be much colder."

Leng Rui was stunned, glanced at the burning charcoal fire in the room, squatted down, stretched out her hand to hold Ling Rong's cold fingers, and said softly, "My lord, your hands are so cold!"

Ling Rong's fingers trembled slightly, and he clenched his hands tightly. There was no expression on his face, he just stared blankly at the profuse white snow outside the window, although he didn't shed tears, but with heartbreaking pain, "Leng Rui, I'm here Everyone in the palace has been treated so coldly, so father and the others..."

Leng Rui never knew that the young master would show such a look, at least since she entered the mansion, she has never seen the young master be so sentimental, she looked down at her fingers that were held backwards, the young master's fingers are so good Cold and shivering badly.

In fact, the young master has always been just pretending to be strong. In fact, she still cares about the master and wife, but she rarely shows it, so few people know the depression in the young master's heart.

In the tall and bright palace, a bright yellow figure was sitting at the desk, concentrating on watching the memorial. A man in dark blue eunuch uniform carefully brought a cup of hot tea and put it on the dragon case.

"Master, it's snowing outside." The person who spoke was the eunuch who had appeared in the imperial garden that day, and he bowed his body respectfully, with his hands slightly lowered.

The bright yellow figure sat up slightly, looking at the delicate white snow outside the window, he put down the ink brush in his hand, and the heavy Long Yanxiang hovered around the hall, covering the man's eyebrows.

"Have you found that man?" The man's voice was low and ethereal, seemingly emotionless, but the eunuch knew the meaning implied in his words, and quickly knelt down and confessed, "Master, this slave is incompetent and failed to find that woman." .”

"You are indeed incompetent, and you haven't found her for so long?" The man turned his head, glanced at the eunuch kneeling on the ground, and said coldly.

"The slave is incompetent, please don't blame the master!" The eunuch kneeling on the ground was so frightened that his whole body broke out in cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were wet with sweat. He knew the master's character, and the master never left useless people and did not do things effectively. It is already good if people are not reused.

The man also didn't want to punish the eunuch who had served him for so many years and was pleasing to his heart, so he just disappeared, so he waved his hand casually and said, "Go down and receive the punishment, remember that it won't be so simple next time!"

"Yes!" The eunuch breathed a sigh of relief, he kowtowed and backed away.

The man thought of the figure he saw that day. The women in the palace always flattered him in front of him. Only she calmly analyzed the women in the harem, but she aroused his curiosity.

How could such a talented and educated woman be willing to enter the palace? It has always been true that talented women are more ambitious than the sky, and their lives are thinner than paper, just like... Chun Yuan back then.

She...was the same as Chunyuan, suddenly he didn't want to find that woman, and didn't want to watch her follow in Chunyuan's footsteps.

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