Comprehensive film and television: Queen Queen uses her beauty to commit crimes

Wen Yuan, who was sitting on the chair, looked at An Lingrong wearing her clothes and exclaimed,

“Clothes make the man, it’s true.”

An Lingrong was born with the foundation of a white lotus. Now wearing her specially made dancer's outfit, she has a kind of pure charm that is hard for women to appreciate and admire, and makes men call her "sister, kill me".

It is the same type of meal replacement in Yinzhen’s harem…that can fight with Chunyuan’s figures.

In this harem, is there anything more joyful than watching the women who were once "sisters" pulling each other's hair?

It was not long before Yinzhen realized that Wanwan was similar to you, but she was not you after all.

So at this time, Wanwan leaves proudly, can Anan take her place?

If Yinzhen's harem is delicious and juicy, will he still remember someone in Ganlu Temple? Will Concubine Xi return to the palace and become a cuckold?

As long as Zhen Huan becomes pregnant, the chess game is dead, and only the dramatic effect remains.

Wen Yuan is looking forward to the subsequent development.

Retracting his thoughts, looking at An Lingrong's slender waist, Wen Yuan couldn't help but tease again,

"Mrs. An is also self-disciplined, otherwise my clothes wouldn't have to be stitched a few more times. It must have taken a lot of effort."

"Tell me what you do on a daily basis."

When An Lingrong was questioned by Wen Yuan, she was very frightened and reported in detail her daily diet, the names and quantities of snacks, and even the special incense she usually used.

The feeling of suffocation she felt from Wen Yuan was much stronger than from the Queen.

The animal instinct kept clamoring in her mind, and she didn't even dare to lie or hide it.

Wen Yuan was very satisfied with An Lingrong's honesty.

She did not bother the timid bird any more, but just waved her hand and said,

"Doctor Akedun, please take a look at Lady An. Is there anything wrong with her body?"

An Lingrong felt uneasy instinctively, but what could a weak woman like her do? With the help of two palace maids, she sat on a stool and had her pulse carefully felt by Imperial Physician Akundun for several minutes.

"Your Excellency's body should be fine.

However...excessive intake of coix seed, carrot, and fermented pastries and drinks containing alcohol in the daily diet can lead to congestion of Qi and blood, making it difficult to conceive.

Moreover, seeing that your pulse is abnormal, it is because cold poison has entered your body. You have consumed some musk and safflower over the years, and your irregular diet has caused spleen and liver deficiency. Your heart pulse is weak, but your yang is hyperactive, causing excessive virtual fire, and you cannot check it yourself.

However, the years of immersion are not long enough, and the weather is not too bad. You will recover in half a year.

If she doesn't take care of herself, in two years, Lady An's health will be in a state of collapse. Not only will she no longer be able to conceive, but her life span will also be affected. I'm afraid she won't live past thirty."

Doctor Akundun spoke in a normal tone, and was as verbose as ever, but there was not much drama in his report.

After listening to this, Wen Yuan nodded as if it was a matter of fact, stuffed a piece of cake into her mouth, and then sighed,

"Oh, well, that's very unfortunate.

But this is not important, come, play music."

With a clap of their hands, the talented people in Chuxiu Palace, Pu Guang, Lan Yue, Fei Shan and Bai Duan, took up the musical instruments in their hands and started playing, singing and performing.

"Lady An, let's dance."

"……Yes Yes."

An Lingrong's head was dizzy, and she instinctively followed the music and danced in an inappropriate style.

This should have been a very funny scene, but An Lingrong had no intention of feeling ashamed of her predicament. She kept repeating the imperial physician's diagnosis in her mind.

Is it Concubine Yi who is setting up the trap? It must be.

Hahahaha, she...how could it be, how could it be like this.

Out of fear, An Lingrong instinctively didn't want to believe it.

But she knew her own physical condition, especially the 'weak heart pulse but excessive Yang causing excessive internal heat' which she dared not tell anyone else.

She felt dirty because of this unspeakable symptom, let alone seeking medical treatment.

It's the queen.

But when did those things that entered her mouth enter her mouth?

She is well versed in spices and has an extraordinary nose.

When she is sober, the obvious means will inevitably be exposed in front of her.

Besides that, she would never eat or touch anything that was not brought by someone she trusted...

The closer she got to the truth, the more frightened An Lingrong felt.

I don't know when the music stopped.

And An Lingrong knelt in front of Wen Yuan the moment the dance ended.

"I beg Her Majesty, please save me."

Her mind was confused.

She doesn't want to die, she just wants to live, and live well.

The desire to live, to live standing, made her kneel on the ground instinctively, begging humbly but sincerely to the powerful man in front of her.

Wen Yuan felt that An Lingrong was very smart.

So, she took over and asked,

“So what’s the price?

This palace has never done charity."

Although Wen Yuan did not agree, An Lingrong's eyes lit up when she heard the words.

"Please teach me, Madam."

It is always easy to talk to smart people. Wen Yuan curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and waved his hand to signal everyone to disperse.

Those who should play the game should play the game, and those who should follow the game should follow the game.

"Since you said you would like to teach me, I do have a few questions for you."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

An Lingrong kept her attitude very humble, her head lowered to the ground.

This has always been her position.

But Wen Yuan did not take care of her self-esteem and cowardice, but smiled and asked,

“Since you were born in darkness, why should you turn your heart toward the light?

Now that you have made the decision, why should you regret it?

Is it because of humble origin that you develop the bad habit of having your cake and eat it too?

You have really become a joke, Lady An."

An Lingrong's pupils were shocked when she heard the ridicule from her superiors. She dug her hands into the ground tightly and didn't even realize that her nails were broken.

"Speaking of which, have you ever thought about why they can be so arrogant?

Because they have families.

One was a third-rank military official, and the other was a fourth-rank Shaoqing of the Dali Temple.

What about you? What is Anbihuai?

The small official who was bought is not only useless but also lacks moral character. He favors his wife and kills his concubine. He is incompetent and cowardly.

Oh, no, it felt great when I beat my wife.

For the sake of such a father, you abandoned the friends who once helped you and turned to the queen.

Very good, very good.

After all, they don't really think highly of you. You are all the same, so there is nothing to argue about.

I chose to recognize the thief as my father. I walked the path myself and I picked the bitter fruit myself. How can I complain that the fruit is not tasty? "

At this point, Wen Yuan paused and asked An Lingrong in a probing tone,

“People should respect themselves first, and then others will respect them.

An Lingrong, have you ever respected yourself?"

If An Lingrong had heard Wen Yuan's problem in the past, she would have felt ashamed and humiliated, and at the same time resentful of Wen Yuan for not eating meat.

But today is different.

From the moment she changed her clothes, a concept quietly formed in An Lingrong's mind.

Self-respect, self-love, and self-esteem can either be achieved through one's own efforts or be given to them by nature.

But An Lingrong had neither innate capital nor the knowledge or practice of proper scheming, so all the bitter consequences she suffered today were her own fault.

Having hit a wall before, An Lingrong naturally knew that it was not wise for her to rely on the Queen.

But until today, when Wen Yuan slowly, step by step, and subtly unravelled the problem and placed it in front of An Lingrong, a question suddenly popped up in her mind that she had never thought about carefully before.

yes……

Is all her efforts worth it for a father like that?

Is she worthy of her mother who has devoted her whole life to her and even blinded her eyes?

Where did it all start? Her dissatisfaction and resentment grew more and more. While being led by her emotions, she walked step by step into this muddy abyss.

Yes……

It’s Baojuan.