The Legend of Zhen Huan: An Lingrong

After sitting on the boat for several days in a row, people were almost tired. As soon as they entered the newly granted government office, a eunuch in the palace came to deliver an order to let Father An enter the palace to have an audience.

Father An gave Ling Rong some instructions, and then followed the eunuch into the palace.

In the study room, Kangxi was looking at the memorial, and Liang Jiugong came in to pass the message, "Your Majesty, Lord Anbihuai'an has arrived, and he is waiting outside, waiting for the emperor to summon him."

"Let him come in!" Kangxi didn't even lift his head, frowning as he looked at the booklet in his hand.

Liang Jiugong responded and withdrew.

After a while, the curtain on the door rang, Liang Jiugong led a man in, knelt down at the table, looked respectful, and said, "Chen An Bihuai, see the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live!" dare not speak.

Kangxi put down the folder in his hand, looked at An Bihuai who was kneeling in front of the table, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "Get up!"

An Bihuai lowered his hands and stood up slowly, his eyes were lowered, his face was indifferent, without any trace of curiosity.

"I see that when people meet for the first time, they are always a little nervous and curious. You are very ordinary!" Kangxi couldn't help asking when he saw his indifferent face.

An Bihuai lowered his eyebrows and said pleasingly, "In my heart, I only know that the emperor is a virtuous emperor. As for the rest, I am not curious!"

After hearing what he said, Kangxi laughed, "Look up! Even if you're not curious, you still have to know who the master you are serving!"

"Yes!" An Bihuai replied, and looked up at Kangxi, his eyes were open and undisturbed.

Kangxi watched An Bihuai raise his face, and unconsciously praised him, he looked like Pan An.An Bihuai is nearly forty years old, but he looks like a strong boy in his 20s. There is no wrinkle on his face, and there is no gray hair on his temples. There is a light color between his eyebrows and eyes, which makes people feel Feel good.

"Thank you for coming to Beijing this time!" Kangxi smiled lightly, walked up to An Bihuai, and helped him up.

"There's no such thing as hard work, it's just serving the emperor!" An Bihuai also smiled slightly.

"That day, I read your memorial, and I wanted to understand what you said!" Kangxi looked at An Bihuai with a serious face. He didn't know that someone could guess his mind to such an extent. Recently, there have been some undercurrents, but it's not a good thing that one's thoughts are clearly guessed by others, could it be... Kangxi's eyes became deeper and darker, vaguely making people feel murderous around him.

Liang Jiugong on the side was so scared that his back was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't dare to show any expression on his face. He secretly speculated in his heart what the thing presented on An Bihuai would make the emperor so discolored.

"What I want to do is to do what the emperor needs, and now I just want to find an excuse to help the emperor do it!" An Bihuai had a slight smile in his eyes, knelt down again, and looked up at Kangxi.

The murderous aura on Kangxi's body gradually faded away, he pondered for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Tell me!" The voice didn't seem to care, but his eyes kept watching An Bihuai's every move, guarding against any changes in him.

An Bihuai reached out and took out a blueprint from his sleeve, "I have already drawn the sketch, please take a look at the emperor!" After speaking, he handed the blueprint to Liang Jiugong who was standing beside him.

Liang Jiugong spread the drawings on the table, and Kangxi stood in front of the table and looked at the drawings intently.

"Is it really possible?" I don't know how long it took, but it was enough time for An Bihuai to kneel until his feet became numb before he heard Kangxi's question.

"Yes! I will try my best to make it!" Although Kangxi's voice was very low, An Bihuai, who had been paying attention to Kangxi's reaction, could hear it clearly.

Kangxi winked, and Liang Jiugong rolled up the drawings on the table.

Kangxi looked up at An Bihuai, and smiled inscrutablely, "You will come up with something like this, you are asking for a lot!"

An Bihuai prostrated himself on the ground and said solemnly, "I just beg my son not to get involved in the emperor's house!"

Kangxi was furious, and ordinary people were already very grateful to Dade for being able to enter the emperor's house, but this An Bihuai actually begged him not to enter the emperor's house in front of him, "You are very bold!" His voice was very calm, and there was no sound at all. The meaning of it, but Liang Jiugong, who has served him for so many years, knows that the emperor is angry.

"I'm terrified, but I know that the emperor's family is very profound, and my daughter is really stupid and really not suitable!" An Bihuai was already in a cold sweat from fright, but he tried his best to keep his calm, and gritted his teeth and said it.

Kangxi walked around him, sized him up carefully, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't see you showing any signs of panic!"

An Bihuai didn't dare to speak, just knelt on the ground, Kangxi looked at him coldly, and sneered, "You know the word involuntary, I can't accept you, you know you have such a talent, I can't let it go Your daughter is married into the royal family, I can only guarantee that your daughter will not suffer too much!"

An Bihuai was a little disappointed in his heart, but he still said, "Thank you, Lord Ron!" This is better than the original, and he can get some assurance.

"Then Aiqing will finish this matter as soon as possible!" Kangxi asked Liang Jiugong to hand over the drawings on the table to An Bihuai, and then let him back down.

"Yes! Your Excellency will leave!" An Bihuai kowtowed again and then withdrew.

After leaving the palace gate, being blown by the wind, An Bihuai realized that his back was drenched in cold sweat.

Saying goodbye to Liang Jiugong hastily, walked out of the palace gate, and sat in the small sedan chair in the mansion, only then did his cold body warm up a little.

The majesty of the emperor is really intimidating!

Ling Rong had cleaned the mansion up and down earlier, the new four-entry house didn't look like much, but in fact the area to be cleaned was very large, and every corner had to be cleaned.

The decorations everywhere have to wait until they live in before they can be arranged slowly, and some craftsmen should be found to plant some flowers and plants, and decorate the pavilions and pavilions, so as to show the humor of the master in the mansion. These things represent the face of the master. No matter how annoying Ling Rong is, she still has to dress up well.

The servants lifted the curtain, Father An got off the sedan chair, and walked straight to An's yard.

Ling Rong was looking at the account book with An Shi together, calculating the consumption of the mansion, never thought that someone would open the curtain and come in, just as he was about to reprimand, he saw that it was Father An.

Ling Rong stood up, blessed An's father, and said softly, "Father, you are back." The voice was soft, and the daughter was full of anger, and she turned sideways to give up her seat.

Father An took a deep look at her, turned his head away from her eyes, and sat down on the couch.

An's personal maid, Lian Er, saw Ling Rong coming down, so she took an embroidered pier and put it on the side of the couch. Leng Rui, a maid who served beside Ling Rong, helped Ling Rong to sit on the embroidered pier.

The clever maid served tea early. An Shi took the tea cup and handed it to Father An. It was also warmer.

Seeing that his face had calmed down, An Shi waved his hands to let the servants retreat. The servants in the room came out in a file, and several trusted servants also stood guard outside the courtyard, carefully preventing others from entering the courtyard.

Anshi looked down at the collection of poems on his lap, seemingly intentionally but unconsciously, "My master is going to see the Holy One, but what's the matter?"

Hearing her question, An Bihuai put down the cup casually, looked up at her, and sighed softly, "That will not work! Now that I have shown such talent, I can't back down anymore!"

An shi raised her eyebrows and smiled helplessly, "Ling Rong must enter the palace, isn't it?" Although her eyes were still on the poetry collection, her mind was already far away.

Ling Rong lowered her head and played with the jade pendant in her hand, her face was calm, as if the person being discussed was not her.

An Bihuai gritted her teeth, and told everything one by one. An Shi was patient, and after listening to his words, her face remained calm.

Ling Rong raised his eyes to look at Father An, stood up and said, "Father, I know you are worried about your daughter, but there are some things that are not up to us to decide. We will leave our daughter's affairs to fate!"

"But..." An's father frowned and wanted to say something, so An's pressed his hand, looked at the mausoleum, and said with pity, "Mother knows about my daughter's intelligence, but everything is still undecided. Daughter should be more careful."

The corner of Ling Rong's mouth curled into a slight smile, and he looked up at An Shi, "Daughter will remember what mother said!"

"What your mother said is absolutely right! You need to listen to her more." Father An looked at Ling Rong pitifully, then turned to An's and said, "Madam, you also need to teach Ling Rong more, you know the secrets in the backyard. Many, so that our daughter doesn't know anything!"

"It's natural!" An's picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

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