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

"The emperor has made you a nobleman at the banquet. The servant is here in a hurry. The decree has not been issued yet. This means that the servant has brought a lot of things. This is Fang Lan. I believe you also know him. This is the emperor. Selected especially for you.”

"I haven't seen you in nearly a year. How are you doing, aunt?" Lingrong said with a soft smile as her belly didn't look pregnant.

"Thanks to the noble man, I am living a good life. The noble man has lost some weight. The emperor also heard that the slave girl once served as the noble man's tutoring aunt, so he sent me to serve you." Fang Lan and Lingrong answered respectfully without showing any unfamiliarity.

"Then I won't bother my young master reminiscing with Aunt Fang Lan. Your Majesty is still waiting for me." Su Peisheng turned around and wanted to leave.

"Bao Que, go see Eunuch Su off." Lingrong ordered.

Seeing that Lingrong was still standing, Fang Lan helped Lingrong sit down and looked around, "My slave, it seems that there are a few people in the palace?"

"I have just been promoted to a nobleman. These palace people are good enough to do things, but I am not used to it when there are too many people, not to mention the fact that grandma is here." Fang Lan nodded in approval. Too many people are not conducive to the little master's raising the fetus. This is what he said. That's right.

Fang Lan was worthy of being a pregnant concubine from the previous dynasty. As soon as she came up, she looked at the clothes and jewelry on Ling Rong to make sure they were not contaminated with musk. Then she checked all the jewelry and clothes around her, all the way to the flowers and plants outside the garden. Don't let it go either.

"My servants have checked, and there are no dirty things in the palace for the time being. I heard from the emperor that the young master has been unable to eat food for a while. If the young master likes the taste, I can also prepare some medicinal food for the young master." Fang Lan asked. .

Ling Rong: "Auntie, you might as well make some sweet pastries. I love eating these."

Fang Lan: "I have taken note of it."

Fang Lan had a good impression of Ling Rong when she was Ling Rong's tutoring aunt, and now she felt even more cordial when they met her. The two held hands and talked for a long time, until the emperor came and sent Fang Lan out.

Today is obviously a festive day, the emperor's face is solemn, and the mausoleum is not a roundworm in the emperor's belly. Naturally, she doesn't know what went wrong.

Lingrong cautiously called out: "Silang."

"Do you still like the Fanglan mausoleum I created?" The lines on the emperor's face were slightly softer.

"Lingrong is naturally happy. Aunt Fanglan was once the concubine's tutor." After that, he picked up the tribute oranges on the table and started peeling them.

The emperor saw Lingrong's movements, took the oranges, and while peeling them, he told Lingrong what happened today, "Today, Wan Guiren performed at Wen Yi's first birthday banquet, dancing the "Jinghong Dance", but she disappointed me greatly. Although it has new ideas, it is not as good as Rou'er, and at the end, the steps were messed up, and even the musicians couldn't keep up with Wan Guiren's steps, which is a shame for me."

"Maybe Sister Wan doesn't want to follow the rules, and the palace musicians have not communicated with Sister Wan. It is inevitable that there will be mistakes. Sister Wan is also feeling uncomfortable in her heart." Lingrong comforted her.

Emperor: "Rouer, you are still considerate."

What the emperor fears most is losing face, especially in front of his brothers, and Zhen Huan is in his spotlight.

Judging from the emperor's tone, this dance was completed by Zhen Huan alone. Unlike the previous generation of Prince Meizhuang and Guojun, who played the piano and flute in harmony and sang in a melodious voice, Zhen Huan originally wanted to dance to her heart's content, but in the end it was not as expected.

The emperor put the peeled orange into his mouth first and said, "It's so sour. How do people do this? Why are the oranges delivered so sour?"

"I don't know why I'm feeling sour lately. I asked Bao Que to take this specially. Don't waste it if Shiro doesn't eat it." Lingrong curled his lips.

"There is a saying that a sour child is a hot girl, but I don't know where it came from. The emperor's mother liked to be sour when she was pregnant with me. Rou'er's fetus looks like a little brother to me." The emperor fed all the oranges to Lingrong.

When Lingrong talked about her children, the brilliance of motherhood was faintly shrouded in her body, "We haven't even finished writing about her birth date yet."

"I love you all, whether it's an elder brother or a princess. As long as it's Rou'er's child, I regard it as a treasure." The emperor lowered his head and chuckled, holding Lingrong's small hands, with a few pinholes on his fingers that were very conspicuous.