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

Zhen Huan was so angry when she saw Shen Meizhuang's attitude that she put down her face to please Shen Meizhuang. Shen Meizhuang was the most soft-hearted, so why didn't it work?

"Sister Mei, it was for your own good that I advised you at that time. Think about it carefully, how much has the Ministry of Internal Affairs deducted from Cunjutang in recent months? Look at the table, there used to be so many rare things, but now only The next broken cup will make Huan'er feel sorry for you. How could she have other thoughts? It's just that Sister Xiangmei is having a good time."

Although the Ministry of Internal Affairs deducts a lot every month, looking at Concubine Jing, the Shen family and the emperor dare not deduct too much for the sake of the emperor's face, at least it is enough for her.

Why are there so many things on the table? It only added to her worries, Zhen Huan's sharp tongue almost got her in.

The present is indeed no better than before, but Shen Meizhuang feels peaceful as never before. It turns out that fighting for favor can only be used as a shield by others. Not only was she pushed into the water for no reason, but she was also designed to fall into a trap.

This time it was Zhen Huan who came to her first, and she just tore her face off, and it happened to be clean.

"Do you dare to swear that you have no selfish intentions? Do you dare to swear that these words are for my good?" Shen Meizhuang mocked coldly. "If you are really good to me, swear on the child in your belly."

Zhen Huan's face turned pale and white, and she was very embarrassed. Her thoughts were indeed impure, and she did not dare to swear on her child.

"Sister Mei, Huan'er does have selfish motives, but you believe Huan'er. Huan'er will never harm you. Most of the time, she is thinking about you, sister. Why are Sister Mei's words so hurtful?" Zhen Huan hesitated for a long time before she calmed down. Speak slowly.

"Don't call me sister Mei in the future. People who don't know may think that my relationship with Zhen Changzai is so close."

The chat over tea was tense and serious. Sure enough, Zhen Huan came here with impure intentions. If she agreed to Zhen Huan, she would be faced with the next trap.

"Caiyue, Qixue is seeing the guests off. I'm not in good health and I'm afraid it will hinder Zhen Changzai's bright future. It's better for Zhen Changzai not to step into Cunju Hall in the future. It's best not to see you again." Meizhuang snorted coldly. .

If Zhen Huan hadn't been pregnant, she might have personally "invited" Zhen Huan out.

Shen Meizhuang felt relieved. She had nothing to do with Zhen Huan from now on, and she would no longer be a shield for others.

People from the Ministry of Internal Affairs slowly came to the outside of the imperial study. The sound of brush strokes and ink coming from the room gradually calmed down. Su Peisheng went in and made an announcement.

Jiang Zhongmin handed over the pajamas embroidered by Ling Rong, "Chu Xiu Palace is sending you a set of pajamas. Please take a look at it."

"Send it to me for a look."

Rong'er mentioned the pattern on his pajamas a few days ago. When the emperor opened it, he saw that the pattern on it was also crape myrtle, but the embroidery was more exquisite. Under the candlelight, it was particularly delicate, and the material used was softer and more docile. At first glance, it’s Rong’er’s craftsmanship.

If you smell it carefully, you can still smell the hazy aroma, which is really a great deal.

After Jiang Zhongmin left, Su Peisheng told the results of the investigation into the miscarriage of the Fucha nobleman.

The emperor's face gradually darkened as he listened. The cat was found by Aunt Zhuxi who was beside the Queen Mother. There was nothing suspicious at the scene.

Was it really an accident? Have there been too many accidents recently?

Why did the Queen Mother interfere again?

The emperor patiently continued to listen. On the day of the Zhen Huan palace election, Zhu Xi put the cat in front of her, but she was unmoved. Even though she was afraid of losing etiquette in front of the palace, she did not panic at all.

But you can see why Songzi fell down. What a coincidence, and his hand pushed into the belly of the noble Fucha. What’s even more coincidental is that Zhen Huan was still pregnant at this time. According to Su Peisheng, the two had sex in Jingren Palace. quarrel.

The emperor caressed the ring on his hand. He was suspicious, and it was his suspicion that made him ascend to the throne.

He began to doubt Zhen Huan. Did Zhen Huan know that she was pregnant early, just like Concubine Nian said, to pave the way for her child?

I really can't tell that her thoughts are so vicious and she is so determined to retaliate. Compared with Wanwan, she is in the sky and on the earth.

"Su Peisheng, please tell the minister's office that I will go to the concubine's palace tonight."

Today is May 28th (Gregorian calendar), and he vaguely remembers that it is Zhen Changzai's birthday. At this time last year, she was still gentle and pleasant, and her eyes were not stained by the filth of the harem power at all, and she would not be favored by others. Fight to the death.

"Where is your master?" the emperor asked, looking into the empty room.

"Your Majesty went to the side hall to take a bath. The people from the court room came late. Would the Emperor want to go to the side hall first to see the little prince and the little princess?"

Lingrong's feet are extremely delicate, the light-colored blood vessels are particularly obvious, and the toes are slightly curled, as if at a distance. Step by step on the ground, the emperor felt like he was stepping on his heart.

The emperor remembered that in his private treasury there was an anklet studded with emeralds, with several small bells on it. Rong'er could dance. He couldn't even imagine how beautiful it would be to wear this anklet and dance.

Suddenly, Lingrong caught a glimpse of a shadow reflected outside the light curtain.

Only Fang Lan is serving Ling Rong in the house, who is outside? The figure looks very familiar. Could it be the emperor?

"Ziling, bring the bathrobe in for me." Lingrong said.

The emperor couldn't bear his temper and walked in. All he saw was that Lingrong's clothes had been taken off. The woman's beautiful body and eyes that were as smart as a deer were particularly conspicuous. On her bright white skin, there were still spots of kisses from him yesterday.

There was panic in her eyes, and the tears did not fall. Her vision was hazy, like the corners of her eyes outlined by delicate meticulous paintings, which made the emperor feel dazed for a while.

Lingrong exclaimed. She didn't know whether to cover her face or body first. She put on her clothes and said angrily, "Why is Shiro here? I haven't washed my concubine yet."

"I'm worried." The emperor helped Lingrong put on her clothes, carried her to the bed, and begged Lingrong for mercy.

Lingrong did not speak, and turned his head away from the emperor's blazing eyes. He was really difficult to deal with, but he couldn't help but provoke him again and again, "I shouldn't have done it."

He knew that Rong'er had the softest temper. After saying a few words, he stopped getting angry. The emperor held Ling Rong's exposed feet and suddenly asked, "Besides the Jinghong Dance, what else can Rong'er dance?"

"The emperor is trying to make things difficult for me. Apart from the fan dance, there is only the Jinghong dance. It took me a long time to learn the Jinghong dance." Lingrong looked at the emperor's eyes and recalled seriously.

Life in the harem is boring, and the waist of this body is already slender and soft. She also practices a few dances from time to time to please herself.

"In the past, the empress of Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty was as light as a swallow, and she was very beautiful dancing gracefully on the drum." The emperor hinted clearly, but almost did not reveal his true intention.

"I am stupid, I don't know how similar I can learn. Since Shiro wants to see it, I will try my best to learn it."

The emperor loved to see Lingrong loving him wholeheartedly. He also learned the Jinghong Dance in the past. Even if he was not good at it, he still had the courage to learn it. The current Drum Dance was even more so, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"Rong'er is just learning it. Just dance for me. What are you afraid of?"

The emperor took off Ling Rong's clothes, which he had just put on for Rong'er.

"Silang, why are you wearing my concubine's pajamas today?" Lingrong smiled at the emperor. The difference between the patterns she embroidered and those on the side could be seen clearly.

"I was very happy. As soon as it was presented to me, I tried it." The emperor's words touched Lingrong's ears, and Lingrong felt itchy in her heart.

He leaned over and bit Lingrong's ear, kissing from the earlobe to the bottom, mixed with yesterday's hickeys, he really couldn't control it.

Facing the heavy rain, her voice changed from slow to fast, her tears were like broken pearls, her eyebrows were reddish, and she looked very charming. Her consciousness was a little blurry, and she couldn't help shouting, "Shiro... Shiro", and kissed the emperor randomly. neck.