The Legend of Zhen Huan: An Lingrong

The light pink flower buds are densely clustered together, among which there are a few flowers that have already bloomed, with a bit of the beauty and tenderness of the peach blossom, telling its beauty to the world, and the faint fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose. After hearing that sentence, the dark fragrance floats, but it is a pity that it is not yet dusk.

The breeze blew past, breaking the original silent atmosphere, a few petals broke free from the shackles, swayed several times, and finally fell.

Under the tree, one person, one table, one stroke, the white rice paper was gradually stained with ink, and with a few light strokes, a beautiful woman was depicted on the paper. She lowered her eyebrows and stroked the piano. A bit of a sense of detachment from the mundane world, with an elegant start.

On the whole picture, only this woman can be seen playing the piano, there is no background, no poem inscribed, but looking at the person in the painting who is concentrating, it makes people feel that this song must be the sound of nature.

The man was standing in front of the table holding on to the vermilion pen. He wanted to write a few times, but he couldn't do it. A few petals fell on the drawing paper, bringing a bit of reality to the black and white drawing. Waking up with a startled look, he smiled wryly, and put down the vermilion pen in his hand. This color was too gaudy for her, but these few brushstrokes outlined her beauty.

He looked up at the light pink color of the tree, and asked, "Why do I remember not the person who danced lightly, but the person who played the piano." As soon as the words came out, he laughed at himself. The beauty far surpassed his imagination. Didn't Brother Huang's attitude tell him that that person's status in Brother Huang's heart was no lower than his own.

Ah Jin looked at his master's melancholy face, couldn't help but took a few steps forward, and glanced at the person in the painting. He didn't know how to appreciate the painting, but he also saw his master's superb painting skills, and the person in the painting seemed to be real. To get off the paper and come out gracefully.

His face was obsessed, and he couldn't help muttering, "Master, which official lady is this? She is so beautiful, she looks more like a fairy!"

Yun Li stretched out his hand to catch the falling petals, and said with a wry smile, "Miss Guanjia! Her status is much more noble than Miss Guanjia, she is the imperial brother's favorite concubine—Yigui Ren!"

Ah Jin's heart was shocked suddenly, and there was a look of anxiety on his face, the emperor's favorite concubine!Why did the master paint her?Could it be that his heart was moved, he suddenly looked up at his grandfather, only to find that he was looking at the person in the painting in a daze.

Ah Jin felt anxious, stretched out his hand to grab his grandfather's sleeve, and opened his mouth to speak, the person the emperor is looking for is not the person his grandfather should like, how could it be easy for him to protect his life wisely in such a tragic nine sons scrambling for the throne?

If it is because of a woman, and the emperor confronts the emperor, with the current disposition of the emperor, he will not tolerate the emperor at all. It is light to die without a place to bury him, and even the concubine will be involved.

Although his master is the prince, he still remembers that when he was wandering on the street, it was the concubine who asked him to take him back to the palace, otherwise he would have starved to death on the street.

Yun Li naturally knew what Ah Jin wanted to say, and what this kid was thinking in his heart would be revealed on his face without reservation. He also knew that the man belonged to the emperor, and he should not think about it, but if it was really that easy If he had forgotten, he wouldn't be so melancholy.

Even if some people know that there will be no result at all, the world will never let you go just because you can't succeed. He also wants to forget that person, but the appearance she gave him is too beautiful, but he can't forget it.

He couldn't forget the gracefulness of that person, that person's talent, that person's charming smile, and that smile seemed to touch his heartstrings, making him unable to separate from her for a long time.

If possible, he would rather let him fall in love with that dancing girl, at least not as unreachable as her.

Zhen Huan picked up a piece of pastry, took a bite, then put it down with a frown. This pastry was her favorite in the past, but today she felt that the sweetness was too much, and it lost some of the original fragrance, but it was a little more It's sweet and greasy, and she couldn't swallow it when she first tasted it.

The emperor hadn't been to her palace for a long time, and it was Mausoleum who went to the palace every morning, even though she knew that the reason why the emperor came to Mausoleum's palace frequently was because Mausoleum was pregnant, and it would be wrong if he didn't come to her palace. Worried about pleading for Mei Zhuang, but she thought of Shiro.

Listening to the little maid's report every day, she was so jealous that she was about to go crazy. She missed Shiro, thought of his gentleness in the past, and thought of his doting on her. With the grown-up Ling Rong, she only wanted Shiro to see her alone.

Huanbi took the green tea and put it on Zhen Huan's table. Seeing that the pastry on the table had only been bitten, she looked at Zhen Huan's face and asked casually, "My lord, don't the pastries suit your appetite?"

Her opening suddenly awakened Zhen Huan, who was immersed in her own emotions. Zhen Huan originally wanted to force a smile, but because of the heavy sadness in her heart, she couldn't hold it up, and the smile on her face was a bit nondescript.

Aware of her gaffe, she suppressed her smile and reached out to pick up the tea on the table, trying to relieve the pain in her heart, but found that the tea was not as fragrant as before, so she put down the teacup in her hand, He raised his head and said to Huanbi, "The pastries are too sweet, and this tea is not fragrant enough!"

Huanbi was puzzled, this pastry was made according to the taste of the young master in the past, this tea is also good tea in the past, not the bad tea sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs in recent days, the tea for making tea is also the clear spring for making tea in the past, It stands to reason that the taste should be almost the same.

Unable to guess Zhen Huan's intentions, she said cautiously, "Master, this pastry is made as usual, and this tea is also the best tea!"

She didn't point out what she meant, but Zhen Huan had already heard what she meant, and she felt a bitterness in her mouth. It turned out that it was not that they did not do well, but that things were different. What used to be delicious, lost Shiro, and also lost taste.

Unconsciously, he chanted, "Things are people, things are not things, everything is right!"

Huanbi listened to Zhen Huan chanting these words, thinking of the high and low of the palace people in the past few days, her heart felt sour, tears rolled in her eyes, but she could only persuade Zhen Huan first, "My lord, the emperor is I miss you, but I dare not see you!"

Zhen Huan ignored her, and just repeated these two lines of poetry in her mouth without crying, but the melancholy look made her feel very pitiful. She knew that Huanbi didn't know what she wanted, because Huanbi Bi didn't understand how important Shiro was to her.

Ling Rong looked at the delicately trimmed flowers on the table, her face was indifferent, as if such a beautiful flower could not attract her attention, she was already three months pregnant, her slender body set off the slight The obvious belly made her look as if she would be blown away by the wind.

After self-diagnosis of pregnancy, her daily morning sickness became severe. She often vomited until she had nothing to eat, and sometimes even vomited more than what she ate in a day. When you can vomit, you vomit the bile in your belly.

Sometimes, even when she was already in deep sleep, she would be awakened by the sudden morning sickness, so it was a whole night of tossing, and after such a day and night of tossing, her figure became more and more slender, and she was wearing only some extra clothes , Looking at it now, I feel that I can fill another mausoleum, and it looks empty.

Every time Lin Xi saw Lingrong like this, she couldn't help but hang her head and wipe the tears in her eye sockets. The little master had barely survived this pregnancy, but if he kept going on like this, not only would he not be able to keep the baby, but he might not even be able to keep it. The little master couldn't keep it either.

But the emperor wants this child, the master is also very concerned about it, and is very attentive to food and clothing every day, but the more the young master cares about the child in his belly, the more sad Lin Xi feels, the young master's pregnancy is inherently unstable. The collision among Shen Guiren last day made it even more impossible to safely give birth to the child in her womb. She hated that she didn't try her best to stop the little master that day, and hated that the nobleman Wan master didn't stop the emperor.

Zhuhan looked at Lingrong worriedly. Ever since the young master became pregnant, Jing Cong has been more careful about her diet. Recently, because the young master has been vomiting during pregnancy, the food she makes has become more refined, but the young master's appetite is still the same as before. They couldn't eat, and their hair was turning gray in such a hurry, but there was still no effect.

She looked at Ling Rong's sharp chin, and couldn't help but persuaded with tears, "My lord, eat some snacks! You haven't eaten anything today! If things go on like this, the little prince can't wait to eat something." If you hadn't been born, your body would have collapsed!"

Ling Rong turned her head to look at her, on the face that had been thinned due to morning sickness, two big and energetic eyes were staring at Zhu Han closely, which made her a little startled, she took a bite of the pastry in anger, and then What followed was the earth-shattering morning sickness.

Zhu Han and Lin Xi were terrified by her actions, and quickly stretched out their hands to support her body, but the tentacles only had a skinny texture, and couldn't help but feel sad.

Lingrong managed to stop the severe morning sickness, and could only sit powerlessly leaning against the limp. She knew that in the eyes of others, her child was doomed to fail. Nor would she believe that she was pregnant with a healthy child.

But in the end it was in her womb, she naturally knew that he was very healthy, it was just because the zhenyuan fluctuated too violently that day, so she was somewhat traumatized, and the child was still in the womb in urgent need. Therefore, even if she took the panacea of ​​space every day, she did not increase her weight by half. Instead, it was because of the pure power in the true essence that she gradually lost weight. Fortunately, it was only for a short time, otherwise the mausoleum would be really It's too much.

She really never thought that she would be pregnant with a child, but when she did, she couldn't bear to let him go, because he was her blood, a little life connected with her blood, and she had longed to have him in her previous life. A child of her own, but was aborted by that woman. She really has a child in this life, and she will not let this child leave her.

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