An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

In Cuihe Hall, the lights are brightly lit, as bright as day.

An Lingrong added three handmade square lamps in the palace.

Blue bamboo strips are criss-crossed and woven into a square shape by hand, and then covered with a layer of light-colored glazed cloth.

On the thin cloth is a Kapok flower in full bloom that she embroidered by herself. The flower has five petals and is an alluring fiery red.

The light coming out has a faint blush, which inadvertently adds a lot of joy.

At this moment, Hui Bin has been serving in the Queen Mother's Palace for more than half a month.

Not only An Lingrong couldn't see her, but even the emperor had to go to the Queen Mother's Palace if he wanted to see her.

Wan Concubine was pregnant and stayed in Suiyu Pavilion every day without leaving the house. Except for visiting her every day, the emperor never stayed overnight with her.

The place where the emperor went most often was Yikun Palace.

Since Concubine Hua was promoted to "Mrs. Xihua", she has no regard for the concubines in the harem.

All the concubines have their own affairs, but I am the only one who is free and at ease, An Lingrong thought to herself while holding the candle in the lantern.

Which emperor did not have three palaces and six courtyards, and loved the new and disliked the old.

She had no expectations for the emperor, so she no longer felt lonely inside, but instead felt full and light inside.

An Lingrong gradually turned his attention to appreciating paintings, reading, embroidery, and practicing calligraphy.

Concubine Hui brought her a scripture yesterday. She picked it from the Queen Mother's palace. It talked about the three obediences and four virtues of women.

An Lingrong was a little dissatisfied. Douda's calligraphy made her dizzy, but fortunately, practicing calligraphy didn't require memorizing the content in the book.

She is like a prop of a walking corpse. Her pen moves like dragons and snakes, and dragons and phoenixes dance. Rows of words stretch out on the paper. She is in Cao Ying and her heart is in Han. Where does her heart fall? It has flown beyond the nine-night sky.

In the blink of an eye, I have been practicing calligraphy for more than three months. Although this calligraphy is still not comparable to Hui concubine's, it has a bit of sunshine. Her calligraphy is different from Hui concubine's Juanxiu and Wan concubine's. Her words are round and round, and her words are strong and powerful.

An Lingrong's fingers were slender, but he always wrote very big, and could not fit into the grid no matter what.

Concubine Hui once said to her: Sister, the words are just like the person she is. The cage in the palace cannot trap you. Sooner or later you will fly out of the cage. Concubine Hua named you An Xiaoniao. Now it seems that you are exactly the same. , who lives up to his name.

Now she understands that it is not that the words cannot fit into the grid, but that her heart does not want to fit into the grid. Once it does, she will be trapped here.

Wan Guiren's brother Zhen Heng came back. As soon as he came back, he was awarded the title of General Fengguo. He was so famous that everyone in Sui Yuxuan was extremely happy.

The emperor not only made him a general of the country, but also granted him a marriage. An Lingrong also wanted to have such a brother, but unfortunately he didn't have one. Everyone in An's house was younger than her, and they had no brothers or relatives to rely on.

An Lingrong was so awake that he couldn't sleep. Thinking of this, he used a little force on his hand to poke a black hole in the rice paper.

"Oh, where was it written?"

"It's a good word. I shouldn't miss my mother anymore." An Lingrong chuckled.

Qiaoyu was sitting not far away, swaying. Hearing her laughter, he opened his eyes and woke up. He added a handful of charcoal to the stove that was burning brightly in front of her, and then added a handful of charcoal to the stove that was almost extinguished. The incense picks up the ashes.

"My dear, you are in such good spirits today, I'm so sleepy~~~"

"Qiaoyu, go to bed first!"

Qiaoyu obediently went to the side room to sleep.

At midnight, An Lingrong heard a subtle rustling sound.

She immediately became alert, blew out the candle, and lay down on the bed fully clothed.

There was the sound of heavy breathing in the quiet night.

Someone! But today the emperor turned over Concubine Hua's brand.

If it wasn't the emperor, who could it be? An Lingrong's heart tightened, and she lifted the quilt and covered him.

She listened with her eyes open, but there was no movement for a long time. She couldn't hold it anymore, quietly got up, picked up a long iron pliers in the corner, and waited in front of the window for a long time, but there was still no movement.

She opened half of the window, and there was a bang from the window, and an object fell.

She quickly shouted: "Little stool, little stool."

The confused sound of the eunuch's stool came from the yard.

An Lingrong went out with the iron pliers confidently. When she saw the objects on the ground, she was startled.

The bright moonlight is like a veil, shining on the ground like water flowing.

She picked it up and found several boxes of durian cakes and Zhenzi cakes.

She was slightly startled when she saw a black cat flash past and let out a low purr.

"Little stool, where do the durian cakes and Zhenzi cakes on the window come from?" An Lingrong asked.

"Your Majesty, when I came back in the evening, I passed by Suiyu Pavilion and gave the slave Zhu Zhu to me. I asked my slave to bring it back to my Majesty." Little Stool answered vaguely but clearly.

"It's the twelfth lunar month of winter. If you sleep in the corner with your quilt in your arms, be careful of getting cold. It's better to go back to your room and sleep. There's nothing going on in the palace."

The little stool fidgeted for a while, and then I returned to the room carrying the quilt.

"That's right, Concubine Hua is guarded by the Emperor. She can relax and sleep in Cuihe Palace. She will be fine."

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The next day, after the emperor's morning court, he attended the morning meeting in the queen's palace.

I have to meet the queen every day, no matter what happens or not, the queen is iron-clad and the concubines are flowing water.

The emperor was rewarded with three golden hairpins at the morning meeting. They were tributes woven every three years by Beizhitang. They were limited edition and there were only three in the entire Qing Dynasty. One was awarded to the Queen, one to Concubine Hua, and the other. Rewarded to Wanbi.

The queen's flower type is peony, and she got a golden hairpin of peony.

Concubine Hua's flower is a rose, and what she got was a rose gold hairpin.

Guanbi's flower attribute is the combination of plum blossom and crabapple, and she got a golden hairpin with crabapple and plum blossoms.

An Lingrong was an oleander in the previous life, and a crape myrtle in this life.

Oleander is as beautiful as a peach blossom, but it is fragranceless and poisonous. In contrast to her is Qian Tao, a delicate peach blossom with warm fragrance and soft jade, suitable for living in IKEA. She harmed Qian Tao in her previous life, but she cannot replace Qian Tao after all. Peach.

But in this life, the emperor said she was a crape myrtle flower.

Hui Bin’s flower attribute is chrysanthemum, but she only has three golden hairpins. I will give them to Hui Bin next time.

The emperor rewarded all the remaining concubines in the harem with a promise.

The emperor said that when they reach the same position as Concubine Hua and Concubine Wan, they will have gold hairpins.

This means that she is either at the level of Mrs. Xihua or a concubine with a pregnant belly.

An Lingrong was envious. At first glance, Wan Bin's gold hairpin had two colors, making it more luxurious.

Concubine Hua was dissatisfied. She put the gold hairpin in her hand but refused to wear it on her head.

Naturally, the things the emperor appreciates must be worn every day. The emperor feels happy when he looks at them, and he also feels good about himself.

With a smile on her face, Concubine Hua bargained: "Your Majesty, I don't like this rose style."

The emperor said: "I made this specially for you. How can you say you don't like it?"

Concubine Hua pointed at Concubine Wan's head and said, "I think the one on Concubine Wan's head is the one that is truly noble."