The Legend of Zhen Huan: An Lingrong

It was already late at night, Jian Qiu was helping the queen to remove the jewels on her head, and said doubtfully, "Madam, Concubine Hua actually praised Concubine Zhao today, didn't she always look down on Han women, is it too pretentious to despise those women?"

The queen was dressed in light yellow pajamas, reached out to take off the jade pendant from the earrings, and said calmly, "You and I can't guess what Concubine Hua is thinking, it's just that people will leave some traces when they do things, we just need to wait and see!"

Jian Qiu wondered, "Isn't your empress worried that she has other little thoughts?"

The queen smiled lightly, lowered her eyebrows and said indifferently, "What she asked for was nothing more than that. Now that I have Concubine Guan and Concubine Zhao, what can I, an unfavored queen, do?"

"Your Majesty!" Seeing the Queen's appearance, Jian Qiu couldn't help calling out to her. The Queen knew that she was worried about herself, so she smiled comfortingly, reached out to hold her hand, and walked towards the bed.

She didn't care about being seen clearly by Concubine Hua, Concubine Hua's end was already doomed, and as a queen, even if she was not favored, it would be all right, the emperor still wanted to give her some face.

Besides, after Honghui's death, she didn't care about these things anymore, but she only persevered for the sake of the emperor.

Concubine Hua's palace

"Your Majesty, why are you being so kind to Concubine Zhao today? Isn't Concubine Zhao and Concubine Guan together?" Song Zhi carefully combed Concubine Hua's long, flowing hair and asked softly.

Concubine Hua chuckled, with a bit of disdain on her delicate face, she said, "Concubine Zhao and Concubine Guan? It's ridiculous, Concubine Guan is just a clown! The emperor dotes on her, so he regards himself as a treasure. How many days have you not stepped into her palace?"

She covered her mouth and laughed, "If I remember correctly, since the emperor got annoyed with Guiren Shen, he hasn't stepped into her palace again? On the contrary, Anshi, who was the least favored at the beginning, has been steadily rising by the east wind!"

Song Zhi frowned and said doubtfully, "But, my empress, Concubine Zhao is not only deeply favored by the emperor, but now she has given birth to a royal descendant, if this continues, it will definitely be detrimental to my empress!"

Concubine Hua looked up at her, and asked with a smile, "There are countless women in the palace who are favored by the emperor. Why has she been favored by the emperor? Sooner or later, the emperor will dislike her one day. Besides, she gave birth to the emperor. What does my descendant have to do with me? The empress should be the one who should be worried! She didn't raise any heirs for the emperor, and beside her is Concubine Qi's concubine. If the emperor loves Concubine Zhao's children, she will be the one who will be threatened Then there is only the queen!"

"What do I have to worry about? The person who should be worried is the empress, the concubine Qi, and the concubine Zhao." Her long eyebrows were drawn into her temples, her slightly raised phoenix eyes were somewhat charming, and the smile on her face was wanton and flamboyant, like A blaze of fire that shouldn't have appeared in time seemed to burn everything in the world.

Songzhi looked at Concubine Hua's wanton smile, and gradually became a little stunned. Seeing her smile like this, she couldn't feel half of the joy, but faintly saw the sadness hidden under the smile.

"Niang Niang..." she called softly in her heart.

The fragrance of Huanyixiang in the temple gradually permeates, and the faint sweet fragrance makes people gradually addicted to such a beauty.

As the new year approaches, the afternoon sun is no longer as glaring and scorching as it is in summer, and it brings a bit of biting winter, and the warm sunshine makes people very comfortable.

"Come on, little prince, Aunt Zhuhan is here, come to Auntie!" Zhuhan held a rattle in her hand and teased the little prince on the bed, her fingers moved slightly, making the rattle rattle ring.

Children are always curious about these things that can make sounds. Hongsheng looked curiously at the rattle in Zhuhan's hand, and blinked at her shaking the rattle. Seeing that Zhuhan had no intention of coming over, he willfully With a pursed mouth, he turned back to look at Lingrong with tears in his eyes, as if hoping that Lingrong could help him with his hand.

Ling Rong was sitting and helping two children make small clothes. The silver needle was turning over her fingertips, embroidering some delicate and smooth dark lines on the skirt. She didn't care at all about Zhu Han's behavior of bullying children. , In her impression, only those who have been bullied know how to avoid bullying. She does not want her child to become a flower that needs protection.

Facing Hongsheng's request for help, she reached out and gently patted his head, and said with a gentle smile, "Hongsheng, go! Go and get the rattle from Aunt Zhuhan's hand. If you want it, you have to get it yourself! "

Hongsheng couldn't understand her words, but seeing her like this, he also guessed that his mother-in-law didn't want to help him, so he pursed his mouth angrily, and stared straight at Lingrong with tears in his eyes. Willing to admit defeat.

Lingrong completely ignored his pitiful appearance, but Zhuhan felt distressed when he saw it, and couldn't help complaining about his little master in his heart. Seeing Lingrong's appearance, Hongsheng didn't admit defeat. He stubbornly held his tears and slowly turned to Zhuhan. Climb in the cold direction.

His gaze was fixed on the rattle in Zhuhan's hand, and there seemed to be a trace of determination in his eyes, and he crawled towards Zhuhan unswervingly. Ronghua, who was originally in the arms of the nanny, was also attracted by his movements. , watching his brother's movements curiously.

When Hongsheng climbed up to Zhuhan, he didn't take any action immediately. He stretched out his hand tentatively to get the rattle in Zhuhan's hand, but Zhuhan avoided his reaching hand quickly, and took the rattle in his hand. Get the height he can't get.

He didn't care, he didn't cry, he stared at the rattle in Zhuhan's hand tightly, his serious look seemed to be thinking of some countermeasures, that look was really endearing.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand to hold Zhuhan's thigh, supported her body, barely stood up, and stretched his fingers to reach Zhuhan's.

Naturally, Zhuhan would not allow him to get what he wanted, but with a slight movement, he avoided the finger that he stretched out.

He is also not like other children who are prone to crying and fussing. Seeing that he couldn't get the rattle in Zhuhan's hand, he just slowly supported Zhuhan's body and switched his other hand to reach it. Zhuhan changed hands several times, but nothing happened. let him succeed.

As the two moved like this, Hongsheng gradually ignored her teasing, and sat back on the soft bed, turning a blind eye to Zhuhan's movement of shaking the rattle in front of him.

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Zhu Han sighed, raised his head and was about to say something to Ling Rong, when suddenly a weak force came from the hand holding the rattle, and before she could react, her hand The rattle on the top has already come out.

When she lowered her head to look, the rattle had already been held by Hong Sheng, and Hong Sheng had already turned around and crawled towards the direction of the mausoleum. Facing such a smart little master, Zhuhan suddenly felt that the little body in front of her was a something worthy of her respect.

Naturally, Hong Sheng couldn't understand the profound expression on Zhu Han's face, but Ling Rong beside him did. There was a faint smile on her face, which disappeared like ripples in an instant.

That's good, at least after a hundred years, this child can at least protect herself with her own intelligence.

Hong Sheng looked at the expression on Ling Rong's face curiously, tilted his head a little unclearly, reached out and patted Ling Rong's leg, trying to attract her attention, but Ling Rong completely ignored his movements.

Seeing that Ling Rong ignored him, he pursed his mouth, stretched out his hand and tightly pulled the small clothes in Ling Rong's hands, Ling Rong suddenly felt that the clothes in his hands were about to break free, and when he lowered his head, he saw Hong Sheng pulling the clothes in dissatisfaction. Clothes, staring at her with wide eyes dissatisfied.

Ling Rong suddenly felt that his thoughts just now were a bit ridiculous. How old is this child, but he is still a child who loves to rely on him to act like a baby, but he has already thought about what will happen to him in the future?

He stretched out his hand to hug Hong Sheng, his body that didn't grow much flesh before, has now become plump and plump by Jing Cong and the others, it's soft in his hands, as warm and soft as a freshly made steamed stuffed bun.

Ling Rong couldn't help leaning close to his face, rubbing the tip of his nose lightly against his. Seeing Ling Rong treating him so intimately, he giggled and moved his nose to rub against her.

Ronghua was not to be outdone, and tried hard to break free from the nanny's arm and crawl towards the mausoleum. Of course, the nanny dared not let her really break free from her arm and let her crawl in the direction of the mausoleum. After all, their responsibility It is to take good care of the little ancestor in his arms.

Ronghua is not a good stubble either, seeing that Mammy refused to let go of herself, she howled dryly and stretched out her hand to go to Ling Rong. Mammy carefully hugged her and wanted to coax her not to cry, but found that the more she coaxed her, the more she coaxed her. Holding the little princess, the little princess was crying so hard that she kept pushing her hand away, trying to break free from her embrace.

In desperation, the nanny could only compromise with the little ancestor in her arms, picked up Ronghua and walked towards Lingrong, when Ronghua saw the nanny walking towards Lingrong, he stopped crying, and his face was displeased. Gradually a smile appeared.

It wasn't until Ling Rong stretched out his hand to hold Rong Hua and Hong Sheng together that he realized that the crying child didn't have any moisture in his eyes at all, he was just pretending to cry.

Looking at the child's happy smiling face, Ling Rong suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, whether these two children were born by her or not!Why are they so smart? When I was so young, I could only be teased by adults, but these two children already knew how to make adults accommodate them.

Hong Sheng on the side saw that Ling Rong had been ignoring him, so he suddenly became angry, reached out and patted Ling Rong's leg, pouted, and looked at Rong Hua dissatisfied, as if he was jealous of his own sister.

Looking at his dissatisfied expression, Ling Rong was also a little dazed, staring blankly at the child in front of him who was obviously jealous, smiled helplessly, and kissed him lightly on his round face, for comfort.

But I didn't expect Ronghua to be unhappy. He stretched out his hand and pushed Hongsheng's small body away fiercely, and kissed Lingrong's unretracted lips. react to.

There was a burst of laughter and laughter in the house, which made people feel warm when they heard it from a distance.

Yongzheng listened to the voice from the palace, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, raised his legs and walked into the palace slowly, but the room was very quiet, it seemed that no one had noticed his arrival, and stared blankly in one direction, It seems to see something incredible.

Seeing the behavior of the servants in the Mausoleum Palace, Yongzheng was a little dissatisfied. He walked forward slowly and gradually saw what happened in the inner palace. It's okay to be a deputy Baogong.

The author has something to say: In the face of everyone's answers, I can only say, is this stalk useless?

Those who guessed correctly: Xiaoyanyismiling, Youlan, Liuzhuyumi, Huangquanbugui, Doudou, Leixiangxi, Lucifer, these readers can order their favorite episodes.

A few others guessed correctly, but they held a few guesses and did not re-determine their choices.So, I didn't count her in these big things, sorry.

But you have to consider the time to update the extra episode. The only time I can update the extra episode is Sunday.

So if I don't update your side story, I will definitely write it on Sunday, so don't worry.

As a side note, what do you think that Uncle Yongzheng will do when someone snatches his kiss from Lingrong?

The black-faced god Yongzheng came to report.

Yongzheng (with cold eyes): Huh?

Ah Jie: Trembling, fleeing silently