The Legend of Zhen Huan: An Lingrong

Yun Li never thought that he had only left the capital for more than a month, and everything was no longer what it used to be. Zhen Huan entered the palace, pregnant with his child, but still being her concubine. Her own Huanbi also turned her back on herself, and ran towards glory and wealth just like her master.

He smiled bitterly, did he overestimate his position in the hearts of these women?Perhaps, fighting on the battlefield is what he, an idle prince, should do. Women should not be a necessity in his life.

But what he should do now is not to grieve for the two women, but to prepare how to deal with the palace banquet hosted by the emperor's brother.

Both he and the emperor's brother knew that this palace banquet was a grand banquet. He knew who was behind his back and he knew the reason. Maybe what he got was just a whole corpse, but now he has no way out. If he didn't return to the capital, maybe everything will turn around, but now the capital is the territory of the emperor's brother, unless the emperor's brother shows mercy, otherwise he can't Those who escaped from Nine-Five City.

The extravagance of the palace banquet is unimaginable, with delicious food and wine, dancers with long sleeves flying, and the sound of silk and bamboo has never stopped. Everyone in the palace is satisfied with the wonderful enjoyment of this moment, and he is no exception.

He could see Concubine Zhao and Concubine Hua talking and laughing across the way, he could see Concubine Guan wearing a fine attire, looking at him calmly, he could see the woman who had rolled under her, Cheng En, with a pale face face, looking at myself.

Drunkenness welled up, he was tired of the strong smell of alcohol in the hall, got up to leave, the eighteenth brother saw it, asked a question, he just smiled lightly, bluntly said that he was a little drunk, he just wanted to take a walk outside.

Although the eighteenth brother looked very envious, he didn't dare to mess around with him. He just looked at him enviously, and then continued to sit obediently on his seat and eat some so-called delicacies.

This kind of wine can't make him drunk, but at this moment, he only feels drunk, and his whole body is floating. Ah Jin waited quietly outside the door, and when he saw him come out, he hurried to help him.

The leaves in early spring are very green, as if a light touch will make the juice flow, Ah Jin helped him sit under the tree, he looked up at the tender green above his head, and suddenly smiled.

Next year, next year this tree will still be so beautiful, just like when it was planted back then, maybe I can take a look at it, he suddenly patted his head, next year, maybe he will not be here anymore!

He laughed idiotically, why did he come back so stupidly, knowing that there would be no good end when he came back, the moonlight poured down on the lake, the waves were shining, he didn't know if he was drunk or something, he Suddenly he saw a person on the rippling water, and he knew that he came back for that person.

Feeling irritable in his heart, he took the jug and drank the fine wine in gulps, like a cow chewing peonies, naturally he couldn't taste the mellow taste of the fine wine.

He didn't expect that he drank all the fine wine in the jug so quickly, his brows furrowed in distress, and the hand holding the jug gradually dropped.

Black clouds gradually covered the bright moon in the sky, the jug was abandoned by its owner and shattered on the bluestone slab, and his owner had long since disappeared.

Huanbi didn't expect the prince to come back, she thought he had died in Yunnan, she could see how haggard he was, and his clothes became very loose, the moment she saw him, she wished she could get up and run into the man's room In his arms, touch the man for real.

But she can't do anything, she is no longer the little maid Huanbi next to Concubine Guan, she is already the emperor's new favorite Bigui, she can't do such things to cause trouble for the prince.

Everything at the banquet could not attract her attention, only the person sitting opposite, his every move attracted her heart, she knew that he was a good drinker, but today he only drank a little and he was a little drunk Yes, watching him walk out staggeringly, she wished she could still be that tiny maid, one that no one would notice, so that she could bravely run over to support that man.

When she was not yet sensible, when her father could not see her, her mother always hugged her and whispered her father over and over again. Such repetition was undoubtedly boring to her at that time. When I was clamoring to listen to other things, my mother always had a little more melancholy on her face. She stroked her soft hair and sighed, "You don't understand yet, my mother has forgotten that you don't understand!"

How much she wanted to go back to the time when she was childish and ignorant of the world, and tell her mother to talk more about her father, but she didn't understand at that time, what that vague father meant to her mother.

I don't understand how much my mother loves the father who can't bring her into the house, and I don't understand why my mother will be so unforgettable to my father who I once resented.

Today, she has no day to recognize her ancestors and return to her clan, no father's company, not even a sister, only the prince, who treats her as before, and only he can be relied on and loved by her.

With tears in her eyes, she didn't dare to let it fall, so she could only hold back the longing in her heart and endured not to look at that person, she drank the contents of the cup with lowered eyebrows, until Concubine Jing saw that she was a little drunk, she didn't Waking up suddenly, he raised his wine glass and looked at the seat where the person was sitting, but the person had already disappeared.

Her limp body was helped out by the maid, and her whole head was like a paste made of rice milk. She couldn't think, only felt that someone had poured her some liquid, but when she was awake, she She had already returned to her own palace, and received a piece of news that she didn't want to hear.

Zhen Huan stood behind the beaded curtain, holding the jug, quietly watching the man lying on the couch, and gradually became fascinated. If the disturbing wind hadn't blown the beaded curtain, she wouldn't have turned back all of a sudden. god.

When she came back to her senses, the flagon in her hand touched her fingertips, and it was already cold for a while. She had a sad look on her face. It has been four years. It has been four years since the day she knew the future. During these four years, she She once struggled to leave this Forbidden City where people were hunted and devoured, but after going around, she still came back here, and wanted to send the man she loved away here.

She put the jug on the table, and there was a crisp knock, but the person on the couch was still immersed in a dream, as if she didn't hear it at all, she couldn't help turning around and walking towards the person, who was very haggard , her cheeks were deeply sunken, and there was a bruise under her eye circles.

She couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but found that her fingers had been held in the hands of that person, and her eyes that were originally closed were looking at her burningly. She looked at the person quietly without speaking.

But after looking at each other for a while, the man let go of his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully, as if he was afraid of getting something unclean.

"What are you doing here?"

She watched him wipe his palms, forced a smile and said, "This concubine wants to have a glass of fine wine with the prince!"

"Put down the wine, let's go!" He didn't look at her, but concentrated on wiping his hands. Seeing that his fingers had been wiped red, she couldn't help reaching out and snatching the veil from his hand, holding back her anger.

"My lord, why don't you want to have a drink with my concubine? Isn't it true that the person the lord meets is not my concubine, but the humble servant next to my concubine!"

"Shut up! It's not up to you to say whether she's low or not!" His face was slightly rosy, and he yelled in a low voice.

She laughed angrily, "Because the lord likes her, is beauty in the eye of the beholder? But what about her? Do you really like the lord and are willing to give everything for the lord?"

He looked at the woman with a bright smile in front of him, and said calmly, "I don't like her, but I pity her, pity her love for me, but I'm destined not to be able to repay her in this life, Yun Li already has a heart! , I'm glad it was you I saw today, not her!"

"Didn't you ever like me at all?" She looked at the man in front of her with red eyes and asked softly.

But he suddenly laughed, with a contemptuous and mocking smile, and said word by word, "I, only, feel, hate, hate! Do you know how many times I want to kill you!" After finishing speaking , he laughed foolishly.

A blush of embarrassment appeared on Zhen Huan's face, and she said coldly, "Even if she abandons you and throws herself into someone else's arms! Do you still feel pity for her?"

He got up and picked up the jug, shook it, smelled the fragrance of the wine, and said with a smile, "I shouldn't have had anything to do with her, she gave me all her affection, why should I care, she betrayed me!"

"I'm the mother of your only child!" She said in a hurry, but Yunli poured a glass of wine leisurely, and the light red wine fell into the white jade-like porcelain cup, making a ding-dong sound.

"Yunli didn't expect to have children in this life!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhen Huan smiled sternly. She looked at the man in front of her, and her voice was like howling ghosts and wolves, "It turns out that he is not what you want! Then why should I keep him?"

She hit the corner of the table with all her strength, and her stomach suddenly felt a sharp pain, and the heat flowed down her thighs slowly. At some point, the tears she had suppressed had already flowed down, staining her makeup.

Yun Li drank the wine quietly, watching her struggle with the severe pain, drank the fine wine one after another, and said softly, "Does it hurt? I also hurt. Why was it you who left the palace? It's not her! If that's the case, am I, am I..." The blood gradually seeped out from the corner of his mouth, and hit his clothes, making his skirts bright red.

Zhen Huan suddenly heard these words, her face was full of disbelief, and she said in a daze, "The person you love is actually the emperor's woman!" She laughed haha, her face was as ferocious as a ghost, "Haha, I'm so stupid, I don't know what you like, I don't even know who you like! I've done so much for you, but it's just a waste of time!"

Yun Li smiled faintly. If he didn't have the large bloodstain on his chest, he would be considered a Mr. Pian Pian, "You are not as good as her! You are just a shameless woman. She, although I can't get her, I can't get her." Knowing that she is always better than you! Do you think that the reason why I was so kind to you at the beginning was because I liked you? "

He was already a little weak, but he continued with a choked voice, "If not, you have her shadow on your body, how could you be pregnant with my child?"

After he finished speaking, he laughed, and the blood mixed with blood clots poured out, his laughter gradually dropped, the color on his face was gone, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhen Huan clutched her stomach tightly, looking at the man's pale face, she couldn't help reaching out to touch it. This time, he didn't avoid him, and fell asleep peacefully with a smile, just as warm as when they first met.

A substitute, in the eyes of this man, she is just the shadow of another woman, just a substitute for that woman, she went under the two men of Cheng En in order to get a love that is not a substitute, what she wants is just a simple sentence A simple couple for life, but the person she once loved was Empress Chunyuan, and the man she believed in loved the shadow of another man in her body.

There was still a throbbing pain in her abdomen, and her eyes were already slightly red, but the tears were completely consumed by the fruitless love in those endless nights.

The blood had already flooded her lower body and stained the imperial concubine's clothes. She lay there quietly, her mind wandering, and her eyes didn't know where to fall in this gorgeous palace.

Until, the door was opened, and in a trance, she seemed to hear Su Peisheng's voice, "Ah, ma'am..."

With the child's departure, she should have left with that man, but the man didn't want to leave with her, so she was rescued in the end.

The red candle was flickering, and she saw in the candlelight the 17-year-old self who had given grace for the first time and cut the candle with shyness and beautiful fantasies. She smiled, with bright beauty in her eyes.

She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and showed a smile to the smiling woman, but that smile was complicated, carrying all kinds of emotions, such as misery, despair, relief, and calm.

Under the red candle, only half an inch of light was flickering, and the room was silent. On the red brocade, Ling Rong sat cross-legged quietly, gently rubbing the temples of the man lying on his lap.

The room was dizzy, and neither of them spoke. The man lay defenselessly on the woman's lap like a newborn baby. There was a smile on the woman's lips, and her slender fingers slowly slid between the man's forehead. Under the comfort of the woman, the frown gradually relaxed.

The man opened his eyes, there was a faint smile in his eyes, he had already held the slender fingers in his hand, and he called Concubine Zhao's name in a low voice, "Ling Rong..." The voice was like the slender lotus root. Like silk, as if it will break in the next moment, and like the mist, lingering around but unwilling to leave.

The woman still smiled lightly, but her pale face was not covered by powder, but had some light powder on it, as if she had daubed it with flower petals.

"I don't seem to have heard Rong'er call me by any other title. I have always just called me the emperor, the emperor. I want to ask Rong'er whether he likes me? Or the nine-five-year-old who sits on the emperor's throne? "

The woman was stunned, and looked down, but met a pair of serious eyes. He quietly looked into the woman's eyes, as if he wanted to find the answer to the question in the woman's eyes.

A candle burst out of the candle suddenly, interrupting the woman's trance, the woman suddenly smiled, as clean and thorough as before, "The concubine is the emperor's concubine Zhao, isn't she?"

The emperor was silent, and he withdrew his gaze, but he couldn't see the bewilderment that had fallen in the woman's eyes.

After a long time, he sighed, "You will always be my concubine Zhao!" Interlocking his fingers with great force, she was not allowed to escape.

The woman quietly looked at the two interlocking hands, and said sadly, "Yes, the concubine will always be the Emperor's Concubine Zhao!" She looked at the red window sash quietly, and the dissatisfaction of parting surged in her heart. Abandon.

The man didn't understand her sadness, he was already asleep, and in that illusory dream, he whispered something she couldn't understand. She listened to the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the trees outside the window, and looked at the red on the table. Sandalwood box, silently lost in thought.

The author has something to say: I don’t want to procrastinate any longer. This article will go directly to the end. Although I don’t know how many words I will write, I will probably write more.

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