Variety Film and Television: Starting from the Legend of Zhen Huan

After a few days of this, the queen had a headache and sent Jianqiu to tell the palaces that there was no need to pay her respects in the next few days.

In the past few days, Concubine Hua has been making things difficult for Wan GuiRen. It turned out that the emperor had gone to Concubine Hua's palace to have dinner a few days ago. He went out for a walk to eat in the evening, but was attracted by Wan GuiRen's resentful flute sound to Sui Yuxuan. Concubine Hua I also remember having sex with Zhen Huan.

Every night when Concubine Hua had free time, she would let Gui Guan and Gui Hui go to Yikun Palace to play the flute and play the harp. The sound could be heard in the palaces near Yikun Palace. Both of them in Zhen Huan Meizhuang were noble women, so naturally they couldn't stand Concubine Hua. It was humiliating, but the queen had a headache and closed the door to ignore the affairs of the harem. If she mentioned it in front of the emperor, the scene would be too big.

Mei Zhuang experienced the incident of falling into the water, and enduring everything would only increase her popularity. She and Zhen Huan had different views, and the two broke up on bad terms. Mei Zhuang reported the matter to the emperor, and the emperor warned Concubine Hua a few words and said lightly After a few words of mild punishment, the matter was settled.

Looking at this farce, Lingrong thought to herself that Shen Meizhuang's actions were indeed too stupid. It was obvious that Concubine Hua was at fault first. Meizhuang and Zhen Huan were humiliated by Concubine Hua and did not get any benefits. According to Lingrong, there should be no trace left. Show it to the emperor and let the emperor understand the truth on his own. Zhen Huan stands in the face of Queen Chunyuan and sees her "loved wife" humiliated like this by Concubine Hua. The emperor will naturally feel pity for her.

"Ziling, bring me a handkerchief and wipe my sweat." Lingrong panted slightly before finishing the dance. Under the dance skirt, her waist was as small as a willow, her curves were graceful and moving, and her hair fell like a black waterfall. It was draped over her shoulders and swayed gently with her movements. The skirt was flowing and full of tenderness.

Ziling ran over and put her handkerchief on Xiang's shoulder and wiped it gently, "My master dances so well. All the slaves are fascinated by it. Forgive me for my blindness. I have never seen this dance before."

"This dance, named Jinghong Dance, was originally performed by Mei Concubine of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. It has been lost for a long time, but Empress Chunyuan liked it the most. She put a lot of thought into this dance, and it once moved the world." Lingrong said eloquently.

The original person had no background in dancing, but under the Queen's training, the original person became popular again by playing with ice. The two are also somewhat related, so it is not difficult to practice. I’ve seen this dance once, and it wasn’t as amazing the second time.

It was already dark, and the candlelight reflected the graceful figure of the mausoleum, like a blooming lotus, with a pair of thin eyebrows blinking as her eyes, her skin as white as snow, her pink dance skirt, and her flowing sleeves, The intoxicated expression is very touching.

This Lingrong dance has been practiced for more than half a month. Except for the few days when the emperor was lucky, Lingrong almost stayed at home. Today, he is considered proficient, but he still needs to continue practicing. After all, Zhen Huan started learning it in the boudoir. After getting into this dance, looking at it this way, Mother Zhen was really thinking long term.

"Has the prescription been written?" Lingrong asked.

Ling Rong thought about how An's father was really a hidden danger. She had spent her whole life trying to save her father, but now that Bai Liao was here, she was not willing to spend her whole life trying to save him. Some people might be more useful dead than alive.

Ziling learned a bit from Ji's father. He was not only proficient in curing diseases and saving people, but also learned a little bit about poisoning people. Counting the days, An's father was about to be convicted for escorting the army rations to be robbed. All the army rations were lost. An's father didn't want to He didn't know how to protect his own face, and he didn't know how to protect the An family's face, but he actually had the face to ask his daughter for help.

Lingrong couldn't tell him that this trip was very risky and he must not go. Besides, it was difficult to disobey the emperor's order. An Bihuai couldn't disobey the order and send others to go. If the investigation continued, An's father would be found in the end.

Lingrong accidentally heard Ziling say that there was a kind of medicine that could cause death. The early symptoms were the same as those caused by wind-cold infection. It was not found out that the medicine caused the death, but the medicine needed to be taken more than ten times in just a month.

After hearing this, Lingrong thought on the spot. It was extremely difficult to use this medicine in the palace, and there was a possibility of being discovered at any time. However, there were no famous doctors in Songyang County. They were all quacks who could only treat common diseases. As long as Anbi Huai Neng ate the last pill when he was escorting grain and grass. He was killed by an enemy soldier while escorting grain and grass. He could also win the reputation of sacrificing his life for the country.

"Little Master, the prescription has been written, but if it is used in the palace, it will be found out within ten days." Ziling was worried that Lingrong had taken a detour.

"Don't worry, Ziling. I am writing a family letter to my mother today, and I will add the prescription in it, so that some money can be given to my mother. My second mother will know what to do." Lingrong started writing.

After finishing writing, Lingrong took off her dance clothes and put on comfortable pajamas. She washed up and calculated the date before going to bed. In a few days, it would be the anniversary of Huanbi's mother's death. Although Lingrong didn't like it, She wanted to stir up trouble, but it was related to Zhen Huan's business. She thought of a plan and went to sleep.

Three days later, "My young master, we have sent someone to arrest Cao Guiren," Ziling said.

Lingrong nodded, "Ziling, you stay outside the imperial garden, I'll come back as soon as I can."

In the imperial garden, Lingrong saw the bright fire when he was walking on the roadside. Huanbi was so careless in doing things and did not hide it at all. No wonder Cao Guiren could see it when he passed by.

"Mom, today is the anniversary of your death. When I entered the palace, I could only burn paper money for you secretly. According to the little master, daddy also has a throat disease. I don't know if daddy is okay."

Huan Bi burst into tears and kept moving her hands, "My daughter is unfilial. I don't know when I will be able to stand out, when I will be able to worship you openly, when I will be able to enshrine your tablet in the Zhen family ancestral hall. My father said you are the daughter of a guilty minister." That’s why I was asked to be a maid beside my sister, but I’m not willing to just be a maid.”

"Who is there who dares to burn paper money in the Imperial Garden?" After hearing the whole story, he walked slowly from the corner and asked.

Huanbi looked frightened and covered her mouth. She looked carefully at the tears on her face and saw Lingrong walking towards her. She hurriedly saluted and said, "Better regards Rou Chang."

Lingrong pretended to look up and down. After all, he had no contact with Zhen Huan now, so Li Yin shouldn't know her personal maid, "You are? Do you know that burning paper money in the imperial garden is disrespectful?"

Huanbi was also staring at Lingrong. She didn't know how much Lingrong heard what she said just now, "I know you are wrong. I am Huanbi, the maid of honor Wangui Suiyuxuan. I beg Rou Changzai not to tell the young master." Today is the death anniversary of my mother. I just want to burn some paper money for her to worship her. I was afraid of disturbing the noble Wan in Suiyuxuan, so I came to the Imperial Garden."

Huanbi spoke with deep love and meaning, tears covering her entire face, and her eyes filled with pleading.

Lingrong: "It turns out that he is Huanbi. The light is a bit dark. From a distance, he looks a bit like a Wangui man. There are some similarities between his eyebrows and eyes, and his back is also somewhat similar.

Huanbi's eyes flashed, and there was no sign of surprise on the surface, and she said calmly: "Rou is always joking. Maybe she has been with the young master for a long time, so she looks a little bit similar."

Lingrong: "It's very rare to have even one or two similarities. It's hard to explain your filial piety. It reminds me of my mother who is far away in Songyang County. Pack up everything quickly, otherwise it will be bad if others see it. .”

Huanbi knelt down and kowtowed twice, "Xie Rou is always here, Xie Rou is always here." She turned around and packed up and ran away.

Lingrong looked at Huanbi's leaving figure. It turned out that Huanbi was Zhen Huan's half-sister. Zhen's father was so cruel that he let his concubine become his legitimate daughter's maid, and the concubine's name was not justified. Bu Shun is the child of a guilty minister's daughter, which is a fatal blow to the Zhen family.