The Legend of Zhen Huan: An Lingrong

When Ling Rong heard Jiang Fuhai's oral order, he was stunned for a moment, how could he be in the accompanying team?Ling Rong faintly felt a little uneasy in his heart, and it was difficult to calm down for a while.

Forcefully evoking a polite smile, she let Lin Xi send him out, then walked towards the inner hall holding Zhu Han's hand, she frowned tightly, not knowing what she was thinking, and her steps were a little unsteady.

Seeing her like this, Zhu Han thought something happened, his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly supported her to walk towards the soft bed.

Ling Rong leaned softly on the soft bed, her expression unaware, she was thinking about what had happened in the past few days in her mind, but she didn't notice Zhu Han's call.

Zhu Han saw Ling Rong staring blankly at the blanket on the ground, he didn't know what was wrong, and thought Ling Rong was not feeling well, so he was so frightened that he wanted to go out to ask the imperial doctor, but luckily when he was going out, Lin Xi who came back saw him, Stopped her and asked her, and she told everything in detail.

Lin Xi was also a little confused. Ling Rong had never lost her composure in front of them in the past. She didn't know what happened today. Zhu Han said it in detail, but she didn't see it with her own eyes, so there were inevitably some omissions. He lowered his expression and let Zhuhan enter the room with her.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Ling Rong sitting on the couch in a daze, and when he heard the sound of them coming in, he reacted a little, and stared at them in a daze.

Ling Rong's face was completely pale, and more than half of the bright red color on her lips had faded away. She looked at them with empty eyes. Lin Xi was startled by her, but after all, she had lived in this palace for so many years. Then react.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?" She slowly stepped forward and supported Ling Rong's body, letting her lean on her body. Although Ling Rong is not used to being in close contact with others like this, but her body is gone. Without strength, he couldn't sit up for a while, so he could only rely on her.

Ling Rong restrained the expression on his face, leaned against Lin Xi weakly, and said slowly, "I just feel a little flustered in my heart, Lin Xi, just help me to bed and rest for a while, and I'll be fine!"

Lin Xi knew that she didn't believe her words, but she also saw that Ling Rong didn't want to tell the real reason, so she didn't ask any further, and looked up at Zhu Han, Zhu Han understood what she meant, and walked to the other side of the Ling Rong , reached out to help Ling Rong up.

Zhuhan helped Lin Xi put Ling Rong on the bed, and covered her carefully with the quilt. She had never seen the young master like this. In the past, even if the young master was uncomfortable, he would not lose his blood completely like this.

The little master has never been like this, and she doesn't know what's going on with the young master, but seeing the young master's pale face and the way he leans against the pillow weakly, she also feels sorry for the young master for a while.

The young master has been the treasure of the Anfu since she was a child, the daughter of the master and wife, but since entering the palace, she has suffered a lot of grievances. The women in the palace have no grace, it is more terrible than death, and they can only be trampled by others.

The little master has always been favored, so how can she bear it? It must be because she sees that she is not favored, and she refuses to tell them if she has a hidden disease, and she doesn't want them to look at other people's faces.

However, seeing the young master's pale face, Zhu Han couldn't sit still. Her own young master cared so much about them, but she couldn't protect the young master. With grief and self-blame on the verge of crying, the delicately manicured nails pierced into her palm abruptly, reflecting some bloodshot.

Lin Xi gently brushed away the strands of hair on Lingrong's cheeks, looking at the pale face in front of her, she only thought of one person she had seen before, and that was her former master, namely Wen Xi Noble lord, she was like this when she entered the palace, but nobleman Wen Xi was much luckier at that time, because she had a good sister, she was favored by the emperor even after she was already in the palace.

But the young master... She sighed silently, stood up and wanted to take Zhu Han out together, not wanting to get around the young master's dream, unexpectedly saw Zhu Han's handkerchief dyed bright red blood, hurriedly opened her fingers.

Seeing those clear crescent moon marks, she could only sigh that Mausoleum's intention to buy people's hearts is strong enough. There are many people in the palace who betrayed their masters, but there are very few who can make slaves so loyal.

Zhuhan didn't know that just because of her simple action, Lin Xi was completely loyal to Lingrong.

Lin Xi thought so in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face, she hurriedly dragged Zhu Han out of the inner hall, and helped her bandage her wound.

The reason why Ling Rong is so weak this time is because of this accompanying, since entering the palace, everything that happened to Ling Rong was within her expectation, so naturally she didn't pay much attention to the things around her.

It's just that I didn't expect that the emperor would think of her this time, and in a moment of impatience, he would calculate the matter hastily. He didn't expect that because this matter was related to her, he couldn't figure it out for a while, and Ling Rong never thought of this. It was the heart demon that suddenly attacked her, causing her to go mad and seriously injured.

You must know that every drop of blood from a cultivator is very important. Lingrong pressing the blood in his mouth is the limit. Where there is still strength to care about other things, naturally he will not fail to adjust himself like in the past That's why Lin Xi and Zhuhan saw her losing her composure.

Unexpectedly, there would be an uproar. When Ling Rong woke up and saw a large circle of people standing in the room, she suddenly felt weak. She had only some minor injuries. Drink some spiritual spring water and meditate for a while.

But now he has to pretend to be sick, pretending that he is just suffering from the heat for a while, that's all.

It's just that the excuse she made was really in line with the purpose of this trip. Not only did the emperor not give up the idea of ​​letting her go, he also directly pointed to the quietest and coolest small courtyard in Yuanmingyuan and gave it to her.

Ling Rong naturally did not refuse, and after a few days, the people in the palace set off for the Old Summer Palace.

There are many small pools and green pools in Yuanmingyuan, and it is naturally much more refreshing to be close to the waters. When Lingrong saw the lotus pond that reached the sky, he was already yearning for it. Although it was not unbearably hot in the days of the palace, it was still there after all. There was a trace of sultriness, looking at the unchanging scenery, even if there was a lot of joy, more than half of it was vented.

Even Ling Rong, who was very casual in the past, saw this scenery with a hint of love in his eyes, not to mention the eyes of other people must be glued to the beautiful scenery!

Living in a cool palace, Ling Rong's heart not only did not calm down, but became more irritable as the days approached.

Ling Rong couldn't figure out the reason for this, so he could only copy Buddhist scriptures day by day, hoping to calm down his restless heart, but he couldn't calm down in the first place, and copying these Buddhist scriptures was useless.

Ling Rong abandoned the pen and ink in his hand because of a moment of irritability, staining the Buddhist scriptures written on the table.

Seeing the thick black ink gradually staining the clean paper, Ling Rong's heart unexpectedly calmed down, and his mood has not been relaxed. At this time, a crack gradually and suddenly appeared, as if only Ling Rong could break through. After this state of mind, you can reach the next state.

Ling Rong asked someone to clean up the mess on the table, took a Buddhist scripture and looked at it quietly, as if fascinated for a while.

Hearing from a distance, someone was running towards this side, Ling Rong raised his eyes and happened to see Zhu Han who was holding on to the door frame and gasping for breath, she was sweating profusely, she didn't know where she came from, her face was flustered, Seeing Ling Rong looking up at her, he was so anxious that he couldn't breathe for a moment.

"My lord, my master was convicted and imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice!" It took a long time for Ling Rong to hear her say these words intermittently.

The book in Ling Rong's hand slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. Ling Rong sat there blankly. She finally knew where her uneasiness came from these days.

She heard her voice trembling, and paused word by word, "How is Madam?" Zhuhan wiped the sweat from his brow, frowned and said anxiously, "Madam is fine, but Master... ..."

"As long as Madam is fine, Mother knows what to do!" She knew that An's scheming was not weaker than her, and she didn't need to worry, Zhu Han replied, "Madam has already entered the palace!"

Ling Rong's heart was shocked, she never knew that An's would be so reckless, no one in the palace could help her, and instead pushed herself into danger, Ling Rong tried hard to calm herself down, but her fingers still endured. He couldn't help clenching the veil in his hand.

Father An's conviction was inevitable, because he had the talent that the emperor wanted, as long as he survived this period, she could use her strength to rescue her, but they would be able to fly away.

It's just that she missed one thing, that An's care for An's father was far beyond her imagination, so she didn't tell An about this matter, but she didn't expect that An's would be so reckless to enter in the palace.

Ling Rong sighed deeply, and now he can't use his own method anymore. He only thought of An's father when he designed it, but now that there is another An's, saving that one will scare the snake away.

Ling Rong stretched out his hand to brush away the broken hair that was hanging down from her. Now she is really caught in the urn, but it is she who is caught, and the one who is waiting to reap is the current emperor. This game originally had a chance of winning, but now it is showing its murderous intent.

It's too easy for her to leave here, but the Anfu family, she can't leave it behind, although there is space, but there are too many cases where practitioners seize their homes, she can't try.Furthermore, she has never acted so lazy, fleeing when she can't play chess, it's shameful.

Ling Rong fiddled with the Buddhist beads in her hand, a firm light flashed in her eyes, she had never been afraid of a challenge, even if she bet on herself, she believed that she would not lose.

Now that I have lost the upper hand, let the emperor dominate this game, she is confident that she will never lose.

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