The Legend of Zhen Huan: An Lingrong

The author has something to say: last night, there was no update, and I got up to write at [-]:[-] this morning. Some sentences may not be written very well. Readers remember to tell me that I will make good revisions. Regarding the issue of An's name, Because I am still studying, it is very difficult to keep updated every day, so I may have to wait until Saturday and Sunday to revise

In the afternoon, the slight breeze made people drowsy, but some voices could be faintly heard in the courtyard of the mausoleum.

Ling Rong was sitting on the couch, listening intently to Madam Zhuxi's teaching, and the three Zhu Han who were serving Ling Rong were also listening carefully. After all, they took care of Ling Rong since childhood, and Ling Rong will be Entering the palace, they also have to enter the palace with them.

"The position in the palace is related to the family background. If the family background is good and the emperor values ​​it, the position will naturally be higher. Not every little master in the palace can become a master. There are only three serious masters, namely the emperor. , empress, queen mother, other masters can only be called little masters no matter how favored they are."

"Nurse Zhuxi, I heard that there are also people in the palace who call their masters empresses. What's so special about that?" Zhuhan recalled that in the past, he often heard other people talking about the concubine Hua in the palace, saying how beautiful she was. Doting on the Sixth Palace, thinking so in his heart, he asked the question out of his mouth.

Zhu Xi glanced at Zhu Han, and Zhu Han doubted whether he should speak, so he didn't dare to speak anymore.

Zhu Xi withdrew his gaze, and praised Zhu Han faintly, "The girl is very serious in asking, but the most important thing in the palace is to be cautious in words and deeds. If the master has not spoken, slaves can't speak freely."

Zhu Han lowered his head, blessed his body, and said softly, "Zhu Han understands, thank you for your advice."

Zhu Xi received her gift, paused, and said, "In the palace, only the first palace can be called the empress, just like the Empress Hua Concubine. If you are more respectful, you will be called 'Empress Hua', otherwise He will only be called Little Master Hua!"

Zhu Xi carefully looked at the expression of the mausoleum, and said just now, "There is a fixed number of masters. This time, the young master has been conferred as a fourth-rank noble. One palace matter."

Ling Rong just lowered his head and continued to listen to Zhu Xi talking about the current situation in the palace.

Zhu Xi couldn't see the look on her face, so he continued.

Unknowingly, more than half a month has passed, the weather in September is very sunny, but it is very pleasant, Ling Rong listens to the mother's teaching every day, and the life is also very brisk.

There is only one day left, and Ling Rong will enter the palace. Father An has prepared the things he needs to use when he enters the palace, but An's has been watching Ling Rong hesitating to speak, not knowing what he wants to talk to Ling Rong something.

Ling Rong also pretended not to know about this, and continued to live his own life. After dinner, Ling Rong went back to his room to rest.

Touching the orchid on the quilt, Ling Rong's thoughts drifted to nowhere.

Hearing footsteps coming towards the wing from a distance, Ling Rong's sleepiness was half gone, she put on some clothes, sat up, took a book again, and pretended to read it.

After a while, someone pushed the door and came in. The man's footsteps were very light, as if he didn't want to disturb her.

After entering the door, Ling Rong looked at the person, the person who came was An Shi, dressed very plainly, probably just woke up from the bed.

Ling Rong lifted the quilt and was about to come down, but An Shi hurriedly walked a few steps to stop her movement.Ling Rong didn't insist on getting out of bed, so she went back to the bed according to her wishes.

An shi moved an embroidered pier, put it in front of the bed, and sat down slowly, Ling Rong looked at her indifferently, waiting for her to speak.

An Shi took a deep look at Lingrong, and said, "I wonder when Lingrong entered my body?"

Ling Rong looked at her with an unclear expression, lowered his eyes slightly, and opened his lips and said, "When did you guess it, Qin Qing?"

An's complexion changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly, causing Xiudun to fall to the ground, and said in surprise, "How do you know my identity?"

Ling Rong fiddled with a strand of black hair hanging on his chest, but did not speak, Ren An looked at himself casually.

An Shi vaguely felt that the person in front of her seemed to be the one who had saved her life, her lips trembled slightly, as if she couldn't believe it.

"Are you the person I think?" Her voice was vaguely expectant, but also a little worried, and it even sounded a bit choked up. She knew that if it was that person, she would give a satisfactory answer of.

Ling Rong put down the strand of black hair, and said softly, "Qin Qing, you still recognize me?"

It's an indescribably strange scene that a girl who is clearly a cardamom age shows her pampering to a woman who looks quite old.

But the two present were so immersed in it that they didn't notice it.

An shi hurried forward a few steps, hugged Ling Rong lightly, tears moistened her cheeks unconsciously, even holding the woman in her arms, she still felt a little unreal.

"Boss, why did you come here? Why don't you live well in modern times?" Anshi choked up.

Ling Rong patted An's back carefully, and said dotingly, "How are you doing? Didn't it be because you disappeared inexplicably that brought me to this strange era!"

When An Shi heard this, she cried even more sadly, "It's my capriciousness that brought BOSS to this era where women are not regarded as human beings, but why didn't you recognize me when you knew my identity? , I didn’t say it until now!”

Ling Rong raised his head, looked straight at the pattern on the hanging curtain, and said in an uncertain voice, "I didn't want to recognize you. If you hadn't recognized me today, I might have kept this secret until I died. Back then , I didn't recognize you because I was worried that you would blame yourself, so I just pressed it and said nothing!"

"But, I did harm you!" An raised her head, looked at Ling Rong and said eagerly.

Ling Rong lowered his head, looked directly at her, covered her mouth with his hand, and whispered in her ear, "I am only your daughter in this life, and you can only be my mother. Other words should not be said Better not to say it."

An's was crying like pear blossoms and rain, and I felt pity. Hearing what Ling Rong said, she also guessed what she meant, so she could only suppress the guilt in her heart and nod repeatedly.

After comforting An Shi, the night was getting dark, Ling Rong couldn't let An Shi collapse and sleep with her, so he persuaded An Shi to go back to her room to rest.

The guards guarding the yard saw An's eyes coming out with red circles, and they only thought that it was because of the deep love between An's mother and daughter of Ling Rong, and it was not the first time that these things happened, so they didn't take them to heart.

In the morning of the second day, Ling Rong got up early to freshen up, wearing accessories in line with her grade, wearing delicately embroidered silk and satin, and then stepped on the bottom of the seven-inch-high flowerpot. She is no different from other noble girls from Manchuria, but she is also very dignified.

The servants lit the lamps in the main hall, which illuminated the room very brightly.

An's father and An's sat on the main seats in the main hall, waiting for Lingrong's arrival.

An's eye circles were a little bruised, it seemed that he hadn't been able to sleep well last night, but An's father didn't see any signs of fatigue, just a little absent-minded.

Listening to the gentle rhythmic footsteps coming towards the main hall from a distance, a maid was holding the curtains after a while, and Ling Rong walked in with a bow.

Seeing that she seemed to be a little excited, An Shi just clenched the hand that was holding the veil tightly and held back her words.

But Father An only beat Ling Rong into the room, and kept his eyes on her, the expression in his eyes was even more bewildered.

Lingrong smoothed his clothes, knelt down slowly, and said softly, "Lingrong has been nurtured by his parents for many years, but today he is going to leave his parents and enter the palace. I don't expect my parents to live a long life, I just hope You two, you can enjoy your old age peacefully, and stop worrying about trivial matters in the world."

When An Shi saw her kneeling in front of her, tears were streaming down her face, and hearing her words at this moment was even more distraught.

Father An seldom cried, but at this time, because of Ling Rong's words, he cried very sadly.

The servants who were waiting on her only said that the mausoleum was going to enter the palace, and the parents who raised her since they were young were not willing to let their daughter enter the palace, so they were not allowed to see her.

Little did she know that An's crying was because her boss had never kowtowed to others in her previous life, but today she made such a big gift to them. If it was due to etiquette, that would be fine, but she could tell that Ling Rong really knelt down.

If in the past, she didn't know her identity, then that's fine, but now that she knows, she also resents her recklessness back then, which made Ling Rong want to act like this now.

Father An cried because of Ling Rong's words. After Qin Qing came back from Ling Rong's boudoir last night, he had been absent-minded and suddenly showed some grief. Father An carefully asked Fang to find out from An's words what caused her The reason for such a change.

There was some surprise, but he kept thinking that since they would travel to this era, he would also think that other people would also travel to this era, but he didn't expect that this person would be their boss.

Hearing such news, I just sighed, and I also lamented that the boss's camouflage skills are excellent.

But seeing that Ling Rong was about to enter the palace now, and even pointed out to them, he felt faintly sore in his heart, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop flowing out.

Seeing the two of them weeping sadly, Ling Rong just wiped away the tears carefully with a handkerchief to hinder the makeup on his face.

Suppressing tears, she said in a soft voice, "Ling Rong made parents sad, but crying hurts too much, parents should stop crying."

Anshi wiped away the tears on her face, suppressed her grief, stood up, gently lifted up Lingrong who was kneeling on the ground, held her hand and said, "Lingrong is going to enter the palace today, there is nothing you can do about it, mother." For you, it's just the same."

As she spoke, she took off the hairpin on her head and put it in Ling Rong's hands, and said, "This is left by my mother's mother back then, and it can still be regarded as a family heirloom, so you should keep it well!"

Ling Rong held the hairpin in his hand, nodded and said nothing.

Grandma Zhuxi came into the room to remind her, Father An and the two couldn't help crying for a while, Ling Rong just knelt down and bowed again, then got up and left.

Going out the door, I saw Jing Yu standing under the porch. He seemed to have heard what Ling Rong said, and wept very sadly. He was holding a handful of white jade rings in his hand, the workmanship was extremely delicate.

Hearing the sound of the curtain being opened, he stared blankly at this side, Ling Rong frowned slightly, the weather in September was very cold, and the servants serving Jingyu were not careful, leaving Jingyu here Where the wind is strong weep.

Although she complained a little in her heart, she didn't show it on her face. She bent down, wiped away the tears from Jingyu's face, and said playfully, "It looks like a little cat!"

Jing Yu didn't joke with her like in the past, but just lowered his head slightly and stuffed the things in Ling Rong's hands.

Ling Rong didn't speak either, and slowly got up and left while holding Jiu Lianhuan, who was very warm in his hand.

When I got to the front gate, I heard Jingyu standing outside the porch, shouting loudly, "Sister, you have to stay well in the palace, and I will come to the palace to see you when I make meritorious deeds!"

Ling Rong clenched Jiu Lianhuan tightly in his hand, determined not to look at him.