The Legend of Zhen Huan: An Lingrong

Yongzheng admitted that this woman was more beautiful than before, but her beauty was misty, the same as what he saw that day, only worse than that day.

But he has to say that such beauty has a deep attraction, enough to make anyone fall in love with her, including himself, will also fall in love with this woman.

But... the aroma of sandalwood gradually spread, creating a dense atmosphere and blurring the shadows of objects.

His eyes were stained with thick ink, with a storm sweeping everything, staring closely at the quiet figure in front of him, it was the first time he felt that there was a woman that he could not grasp in his fingers, and he couldn't help but doubt the past. Is her petty flattery a disguise for this woman?

But he could see that the affection in her eyes in the past was not fake, but now there is only indifference in her eyes, and nothing else.

Ling Rong held the cup of tea quietly, feeling it gradually cooling down in his hands, watching the green smoke gradually disappear without leaving any room.

Hong Sheng looked up at the man who was holding him, and then at Eniang who had been silent all this time, covered his mouth and yawned secretly, then leaned against the man behind him, and closed his eyes.

Sensing the sudden weight increase in his arms, Yongzheng slightly lowered his head to look at the child who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and seeing his peaceful sleeping face, he suddenly felt a little pity in his heart, She couldn't help reaching out to touch his smooth cheeks, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise an arc.

Ling Rong noticed that Hong Sheng had fallen asleep, worried that he would catch a cold from the wind, got up and wanted to hug Hong Sheng and let the nanny carry him down to rest, but accidentally touched the man's fingers.

The man didn't know if it was a conditioned reflex, but almost at the same time he touched her hand, he squeezed her hand tightly, and his warm palm was tightly pressed against her palm. Unexpectedly, that man would do this, Ling Rong was stunned. , When she came back to her senses, she had already pulled out her finger.

The emperor looked at the palm she pulled away, and his face was a little dazed. When he came back to his senses, his whole face was already dark. He asked the nanny to report Hong Sheng, and then raised his hand and waved away the other waiters in the hall. people.

"Concubine Zhao!" He shouted softly, his tone was a little low, with a hint of anger.

Ling Rong lowered his head and answered in a low voice, his face was still as expressionless as before, the emperor was really annoyed when he heard her such a tepid answer, he stretched out his hand to hold the man's jaw in front of him, It is big enough to crush this small bone.

The eyes of the woman in front of him were indifferent, just like the indifference he faced with other concubines in the past, but he couldn't see a trace of warmth.

"After so long, do you still hold on to this matter?"

Ling Rong looked up at the man, and smiled faintly, "Look at you, what are you talking about? How can the concubine keep one thing in mind?"

After hearing her words, the emperor smiled back in anger, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Then tell me, what kind of temper do you have, do you think I'm not pampering you enough?"

Ling Rong blinked innocently, smiled lightly, and said, "Why would the concubine think so? Jealousy is one of the seven rules! The concubine, Hongsheng and Ronghua only hope to keep a square inch in the emperor's heart." The land will be ready!"

The smile on the emperor's face faded, he stared closely at her eyes and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

Ling Rong was silent and didn't answer him. The emperor was silent when he knew her answer. He just reached out and touched her slightly swollen belly, then got up and left.

For his departure, Ling Rong didn't feel anything, just quietly looked at the cold tea on the table, picked it up and took a sip, then went on to do what she should do, she is not a woman, she will not do it for a man To die or to live.

She had such a brisk life, but the emperor did not have a very good life.

"Your Majesty, aren't you resting in Zhongcui Palace today?" As soon as Yongzheng went out, Su Peisheng greeted him eagerly, and asked softly.

The emperor looked up at the scorching sun, waved his hands casually, and said, "Go back!"

"Hey!" Su Peisheng didn't dare to say anything more, but he wondered in his heart why the emperor didn't rest in the Concubine Zhao Palace this time, but left after sitting for a short time. People are waiting in the house, and now I don't know who to ask if I want to inquire.

But this fruitless question was soon over, and he came back to his senses immediately, and beckoned the little eunuch who carried the sedan chair to let them come over, and the emperor quickly got on the sedan chair.

The swaying of the chariot made people drowsy. The emperor lazily leaned on the soft chariot with his eyes closed, as if he was taking a nap. Su Peisheng took a sneak peek and softly told the chariot bearers to slow down.

Listening to Su Peisheng's instructions, the emperor chuckled lightly in his sleep, and was immediately captured by the full sleepiness.

It was late autumn now, the noon sun made people warm all over, the soft chariot swayed, and soon arrived at the Qianqing Palace, the man who carried the chariot carefully put down the chariot sedan, and Su Peisheng stepped forward and called to the emperor softly.

Under Su Peisheng's persistent call, the emperor gradually regained consciousness. He blinked and struggled to wake up, but the sun was too bright, which made it a bit dazzling. He squinted his eyes and peeked at the A glance at the somewhat unfamiliar environment in front of me.

With the passage of time, he was barely able to open his eyes, and the pupils were no longer blurred. Su Peisheng rushed up to meet him and reached out to help him, but he stopped him.

Yongzheng looked at the scorching sun and thought of what he saw in his dream, and felt even more depressed. Suddenly, a fishy sweetness rose in his throat. He didn't notice it for a while, and his front skirt was also stained with the liquid, the color of bright red was bright yellow. It looks very eye-catching on the clothes.

Su Peisheng was also startled by his sudden movement, but before he had time, the man on the soft chariot had already fainted and leaned towards him.

"Come on! Come on, the emperor has vomited blood, send it to the imperial physician!" He looked at the large bloodstain on the emperor's front and shouted in panic.

Looking at the bloodstain, Xiaoxiazi was at a loss for a while, and could only stand there blankly. Seeing his blank look, Su Peisheng knocked him on the head resentfully, and said viciously, "Still What are you looking at? Hurry up and find Dr. Zhang at the Imperial Hospital!"

His angry shout woke up Xiaoxia who was still in a daze, his trance eyes gradually came back to focus, he took a blank look at his master, then at the bloodstain, Turn around and run.

The others were also yelled at by Su Peisheng, and they came back to their senses, and hurriedly helped Su Peisheng walk the emperor to the inner hall.

The emperor didn't know the outside world, he just felt like he was fluctuating in the waves, there was darkness in front of him, there was no sound, he stood helplessly, looking at the dark world, silent.

For some reason, a question suddenly popped up in his mind, is he dreaming or in reality?As soon as the question came out, he shook his head helplessly and laughed.

He remembered that it was already half a day when he fainted, how could it be so dark?Thinking about it, I probably fell asleep, that's why it was so dark in front of me.

After laughing for a while, he stopped laughing suddenly, because he remembered what he saw in his dream, and the scenes and things he saw were real and clear, but the content of the dream made him heartbroken.

The white mourning hall is full of white. The coffin of golden nanmu is facing the main entrance. There are a bunch of people kneeling in the store.

Two five or six-year-old children dressed in sackcloth and filial piety knelt on one side, burning paper money, with wet tears on their faces, looking at the two children, he couldn't help feeling pity in his heart, and couldn't help but think about it. He stepped forward to hug them for comfort, but his fingers went through their bodies.

He stared blankly at his fingers, and couldn't believe that his fingers had passed through their bodies. His eyes suddenly went dark, but he held on and refused to fall down. He didn't believe that he was dead. Yes, he is going to see who is lying in that coffin.

The coffin was half covered, he walked slowly to the side of the coffin, stretched out his hand to support the coffin, and took a look with his head. This look made him almost unable to stand. The person lying in the coffin was a woman, she was wearing bright red back clothes On the clothes, a cluster of peonies sewn with gold silk is gorgeous and enchanting, vivid.

It made the woman graceful and luxurious, but the woman's face had no color, only serenity on her pale face, her hands were folded in front of her chest, and she seemed to be holding a purse in her hand, which hadn't been embroidered yet, but could be vaguely seen. It is the style of dragon and phoenix.

Looking at the lifeless woman in front of him, he couldn't help reaching out to touch her pale cheek to see if she was really, really dead.

The woman was still lying there quietly, but her originally lively eyes were just covered at this moment, there was no indifference, no warmth, nothing, and the tentacles felt cold, and he woke up suddenly.

The whole body was already dripping with sweat, the queen was kneeling beside the bed, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, her eyes were full of worry, the room was full of concubines from the harem, the fragrance of makeup filled the whole space, The sound of warblers and swallows continued.

Everyone was asking how he was feeling, and everyone was concerned about his current situation. He suddenly raised his head and glanced around, already panicking, and tightly clenched the queen's fingers holding him, hoarsely The voice asked, "Where is Concubine Zhao? Where is Concubine Zhao?..."

He asked one after another, and finally he asked in a hoarse voice. There was a moment of silence in the room. Concubine Hua looked at the crazy man, and suddenly there was a bitter smile on her mouth. The man she loved for so many years, at this moment, she thought in her heart. It turned out to be another woman, who had been used by him for so many years, but didn't even take a corner of his heart, how sad it was!

Feeling the severe pain from her arm, the queen swallowed the bitterness in her heart, forced a smile, and comforted her, "Concubine Zhao is in Zhongcui Palace!"

"Where's the person? Where's the person?" The emperor slapped the bed board with all his strength and shouted.

He only wanted to see Concubine Zhao, but he didn't take into account his physical discomfort at all. In a moment of urgency, there was blood dripping from his mouth, and when his body softened, he fell backwards.

The author has something to say: