After Hua Fei was reborn, she became the white moonlight of Pangju

Chapter 83: Who is there?

"You mean Concubine Hua wants to help Shen Meizhuang?" The Queen sat upright on the chair, holding the hand warmer in both hands, with a shocked expression on her face.

After An Lingrong and Zhen Huan left Cunju Hall, they came to Jingren Palace a few days later and told the Empress Dowager about the matter.

The queen fell into deep thought. She was a little upset that she had killed two birds with one stone, but she only shot down one. But it was better than not shooting either one. However, if one eagle was to save the captured eagle, wouldn't the trap she had set up earlier be wasted?

"Did Lady Wan tell me how Concubine Hua is going to save Ms. Shen?"

An Lingrong shook her head.

Yesterday in Cunju Hall, An Lingrong felt Shen Meizhuang's alienation and defensiveness towards her. Zhen Huan seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by Shen Meizhuang.

The queen rubbed her sore temples.

"Since Shen entered the palace, she has been loved by the emperor and the queen mother. I never thought she would dare to do such a rebellious thing. I am so disappointed."

An Lingrong lowered her head and listened without responding.

The Queen looked at An Lingrong carefully. She was pretty and slender, a typical Jiangnan beauty. But in the harem full of beauties, An Lingrong's beauty was not outstanding, even a little plain.

"An promised, if I give you the opportunity to serve the emperor, what will you do?"

When An Lingrong heard the Queen's words, she looked up in surprise.

"I will serve the emperor well, so the queen can rest assured."

The Queen frowned slightly and sighed, "I have no other requests, but I hope that those of you who are around the Emperor can be more careful, and then I will feel at ease."

An Lingrong knelt on the ground, lowered her head and brows, "If I can serve the emperor, I will do my best and not let the queen worry."

The queen gently curled her lips and said, "An Daimin, do you have any special talents? The emperor is an elegant man who likes to recite poems and eulogize. It is because of the emperor's talent and beauty that Wan Guiren is favored by the emperor."

An Lingrong looked up, somewhat bewildered.

She came from a poor family. Although she was the eldest daughter, she and her mother were not favored by her father because her mother went blind at an early age. Naturally, her father did not pay much attention to her cultivation in the aspects of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

If we have to say what is particularly outstanding about An Lingrong, it is that she has a good voice.

Seeing An Lingrong silent, the Queen thought that she was not very good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, or painting. She was a little disappointed, but she still smiled and comforted her: "You are still young, there are some things you can learn."

After leaving Jingren Palace, An Lingrong looked at the white snow in front of her and her mood became desolate.

Growing up at home, she had no one to rely on because her mother was cowardly and her father favored his aunts.

After entering the palace, she thought she could become a phoenix, but unexpectedly she was still an ugly crow.

Baojuan saw that she was unhappy, so she asked, "My lady, has the queen punished you again?"

An Lingrong shook her head. "The Queen has pointed out a path for me, but I still have to explore on my own to find the specific path."

Baojuan didn't understand, so she could only follow her silently, step by step.

"My dear, it's snowing heavily. How about calling a sedan chair for you?"

An Lingrong shook her head, "No need. For a master of my low status, even if you go, you will have to go through a lot before you can get a sedan chair. Why bother yourself?"

Baojuan was indignant, "What a bunch of slaves who look down on others!"

Just as the master and the servant were walking, a sweet and melodious voice like the song of an oriole came from afar.

Baojuan was puzzled, "My lady, who is singing?"

An Lingrong looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people coming towards her. Leading the group were four majestic guards, and behind them were eight eunuchs carrying a sedan chair.

Sitting on the sedan chair with auspicious patterns of flowers and birds was a woman with an arrogant look and narrow phoenix eyes. The singing came from her mouth.

Baojuan whispered, "This is the newly favored Yu Yingda. I heard that she can sing Kunqu Opera, and the emperor likes her very much. I heard that Yu Yingda was just a humble palace maid who was responsible for trimming the plum blossoms in Yimei Garden. I never thought that one day, she would become a Yingda! Look how proud she is!"

An Lingrong was speechless after hearing this. Even a little palace maid was promoted faster than her. She, An Lingrong, was really miserable!

Sitting in the sedan chair, Yu glanced at An Lingrong arrogantly, snorted coldly, and continued humming. The melodious and beautiful singing voice rang out again in the deep alley.

An Lingrong clenched the handkerchief in her hand, her eyes gleaming with ferocity.

In the Yiku Palace, Concubine Hua became tired from practicing calligraphy, so she lay down on the rocking chair, turned sideways, supported her cheek with one hand, and fell asleep.

Just as she took a short nap, she heard Yu's singing.

Concubine Hua slowly opened her eyes and sighed, just like in her previous life, Yu was still favored.

Concubine Hua thought that after she helped Zhen Huan, there would be no more trouble for a clown like Yu Shi. Unexpectedly, one day when Yu Shi was pruning branches and humming Kunqu opera in the Yime Garden, she was noticed by the emperor who came to appreciate the plum blossoms.

As soon as winter came, Zhen Huan caught a cold and had a persistent cough. The Queen once again refused to let Zhen Huan sleep with the Emperor, saying that she did not want the Emperor to be infected with the disease.

The emperor had already doted on all the newly selected concubines and was tired of them. When he saw Yu, he thought she was very fresh and doted on her.

Now that Concubine Hua has thought about it carefully, she feels even more that the Emperor is a pervert.

"Songzhi, go for a walk."

Concubine Hua felt bored sitting in the room and decided to go for a walk. She also wanted to meet Yu Da Ying. If she continued to be favored like this, the emperor would probably forget about Zhen Huan's existence. Concubine Hua had to help Zhen Huan.

She first went to Zhen Huan and invited her to take a walk in Yime Garden.

Zhen Huan was also an elegant person. When she heard from Concubine Hua that the flowers in Yime Garden were in full bloom, she changed into a thick mink coat and followed Concubine Hua to appreciate the plum blossoms.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting dark. In the Plum Garden, there were lanterns lit up like stars, and only the few inches of space in front of us could be seen clearly.

Concubine Hua and Zhen Huan were walking side by side. Concubine Hua accidentally saw a small bunch of plum blossoms in full bloom, so she told Zhen Huan that she wanted to go and see them, and told Zhen Huan that she could walk around by herself first.

Zhen Huan had the same idea. She felt tired and didn't want to talk much. She never expected Concubine Hua to be so considerate.

She sent Huanbi away and came to a plum tree alone. She looked up and saw a bright moon in the sky. She sighed.

"May the adverse winds understand my intentions and easily wipe out the brilliance!"

Less than a year after entering the palace, Zhen Huan pretended to be sick for several months to avoid gossip, and then she really got sick and stayed in bed for another two months. Now, at the end of the year, when it should be a festive season, she has caught a cold again. This means that she is either sick or on the way to getting sick.

Because of her poor health, the Emperor could not see her. Zhen Huan felt the fickleness of human nature in the palace time and time again.

The rustling sound of footsteps on the snow came from behind her. Zhen Huan's thoughts were heard, and she subconsciously crouched and hid in a tree.

"Who's there?" The voice was familiar, but the light was too dim and Zhen Huan couldn't make out the person.

"Your Majesty, it's you, my concubine." A gentle and beautiful voice sounded.