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

Chapter 97: Singing on a Snowy Night

Su Peisheng was busy holding an umbrella for the emperor and did not notice the sounds around him.

When I listened carefully, I could really hear the faint sound of singing.

"Your Majesty, it seems like someone is singing."

"What do you mean? Go and see for yourself."

The emperor followed the sound and came to a pavilion. Under the plum blossoms, in the heavy snow, there was a masked woman playing the moon guitar and singing in the snow.

The scene looked both beautiful and desolate.

The emperor approached and asked calmly, "Who is singing here?"

The masked woman stepped forward and knelt down to salute, "Your servant An Lingrong."

The emperor frowned, "An Lingrong?" He thought for a moment in his mind, but couldn't remember who this person was.

Su Peisheng was smart. He knew that the emperor favored Zhen Huan, so he wrote down the names of the concubines Zhen Huan was close to. He also remembered An Lingrong.

"Your Majesty, this is Lady An who entered the palace with Lady Wan and Lady Hui."

"Oh." The emperor still hadn't remembered and waved to An Lingrong, "Come here, let me take a look."

An Lingrong walked over to the emperor and knelt down again.

The emperor waved his hand and asked her to stand up.

Just as An Lingrong was about to stand up, she cried out and fell backwards. The emperor saw this and quickly reached out to hold her waist.

A gust of cold wind blew away the veil on An Lingrong's face. Under the reflection of the snow, An Lingrong's beautiful face was clearly revealed.

The emperor's eyes gradually became deeper.

"The weather is cold, let's go back to the palace." The emperor picked up An Lingrong and held her in his arms.

An Lingrong leaned in the emperor's arms and hugged his neck nervously and carefully.

It was cloudy and rainy all night.

I had just finished washing and dressing in the morning when the emperor's rewards arrived.

Baojuan looked at the silks, satins, pearl hairpins and jade rings that filled the room and said happily, "My lady, your good day has come!"

An Lingrong looked at herself in the mirror with a rosy face and curled her lips slightly, "I hope so."

"Oh, I told you, why did I hear bursts of enchanting singing last night? It turned out to be you, An Da Ying!" Noble Lady Fucha walked in with big strides, one hand on her waist, the other hand clenched her handkerchief, covering her mouth, and smiled contemptuously at An Lingrong.

"She looks average, but she has a great singing voice. She even seduced the emperor into her bed!"

Noble Lady Fucha reached out, pinched An Lingrong's chin, and slowly lifted her face.

An Lingrong looked at Noble Lady Fucha in horror, tears already in her eyes.

"Tsk tsk, I haven't done anything yet. And you've already started crying. You're really good at pretending to be pitiful!"

"Bang!" An Lingrong's head was hit and tilted to one side, with blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

Baojuan exclaimed, "Young Master!" She looked at Noble Lady Fucha tremblingly, and Noble Lady Fucha gave her a sharp look.

Baojuan trembled all over, knelt on the ground, and dared not say another word.

"Empress Hua is here!" With Zhou Ninghai's loud shout, everyone's blood froze.

Zhou Ninghai hunched his back, letting Concubine Hua put her hand on his arm, and glanced at everyone fiercely. Everyone knelt down in unison.

"Greetings to Concubine Hua."

Concubine Hua knew that Zhou Ninghai was taking advantage of the power of his opponent again, so she rolled her eyes at him again. Zhou Ninghai just chuckled.

"Get up." Concubine Hua said to An Lingrong and Noble Lady Fucha.

"Thank you, Empress Hua!" Noblewoman Fucha and An Lingrong stood up one after another.

When Concubine Hua saw the palm prints on An Lingrong's face, she glanced at Noble Lady Fucha and said, "An Lingrong, what's wrong with your face?"

An agreed, lowered his head, and said, "I just accidentally fell and hit my face."

Hua Fei asked again: "Where did you fall?"

An agreed and replied, "Inside the yard, the road was slippery due to the snow, and I couldn't see clearly."

Hua Fei frowned, "Why is there no trace of snow on your body?"

You know, it snowed heavily last night, and there was a thick layer of snow outside. If An Lingrong fell, how could there be no snow on her body?

"I just changed my clothes." An Lingrong responded in a low voice.

Concubine Hua sighed softly and looked deeply at Noble Lady Fucha again.

"If someone bullies you, tell me and I will stand up for you!"

An Lingrong said: "No one bullied me. I just fell down accidentally."

Concubine Hua had made her words clear enough, but An Lingrong still refused to tell her the truth, leaving her helpless.

"That's good. Be careful when you walk next time."

"Thank you for your concern, Madam Hua."

Concubine Hua gave An Lingrong a fine mink coat, and An Lingrong knelt down again to express her gratitude.

The more polite An Lingrong was, the more Hua Fei felt that she was a stranger to her. After chatting for a few words, Hua Fei left the Yanx Palace.

After leaving the Yanxi Palace, Songzhi teased, "Your Majesty, this An Da Ying is really ungrateful! You have helped her so much, but she still doesn't stand up and identify Noble Lady Fucha!"

Concubine Hua sat on the sedan chair, supporting her chin with one hand, looking thoughtful.

She thought carefully about the details of her recent interactions with An Lingrong and asked herself that she had never bullied her. So why was An Lingrong becoming more and more distant from her?

Seeing Concubine Hua's serious expression, Song Zhi lowered her head guiltily and stopped talking.

After Concubine Hua left, Noble Lady Fucha walked around An Lingrong and said sinisterly, "You are smart enough not to gossip about me in front of Concubine Hua."

After saying this, Noble Lady Fucha swaggered out of Mingseju with the help of her personal maid.

It was not until she saw Noble Lady Fucha enter her palace that An Lingrong sat back in her chair dejectedly, clutching her handkerchief tightly.

"My lady, why didn't you tell Concubine Hua that it was Noble Lady Fucha who beat you?" Baojuan cried as she went to find a cold towel to put on An Lingrong's face.

As soon as the cold towel touched her face, An Lingrong couldn't help but gasp.

"This noble lady Fucha is so cruel!" Baojuan said again.

An Lingrong gritted her teeth and sneered, "What if I told Concubine Hua? Will she really help me? If she really wanted to help me, she wouldn't let her servants humiliate me! Even if she wanted to, she would have scolded Noble Lady Fucha today. Noble Lady Fucha and I meet each other every day in Yanxi Palace. Don't I have to look at Noble Lady Fucha's face every day? Let her bully me?"

After hearing what An Lingrong said, Baojuan nodded.

"That's right. If Concubine Hua really wanted to help you, young master, why would she ask you so many questions? With her status, it would only take her a few minutes to deal with Concubine Fucha."

An Lingrong's eyes darkened.

Suddenly, a little palace maid hurried in to report.

"My lady, Aunt Jianqiu from Jingren Palace is here."

An Lingrong stood up and hurried out to greet him.

"It's so cold, why is Aunt Jianqiu here?"

As soon as Jianqiu came in, she saw the wound on An Lingrong's face and asked, "Did An promise you this?"

Baojuan was quick-witted. She knelt down to greet Jianqiu and blurted out, "To answer Aunt Jianqiu, it was Noble Lady Fucha who did it!"