The Queen has arrived: An Lingrong does not want to fight in the palace after her rebirth

The empress dowager, who had been bedridden for a long time, finally recovered a lot.

And Prince Guo no longer needed to stay in the palace to take care of the sick.

He was about to leave the palace tomorrow, and he came to the Yime Garden as usual. Thinking of the beautiful woman who admired the scenery and made a wish on the snowy night that year, he took out the sachet from his arms, gently took out the small statue, and looked at it carefully in the moonlight.

Last year, at Wen Yi’s first birthday celebration, she thought that was their first meeting, but in fact, it was her first visit to the Old Summer Palace after she arrived there. He recognized the person in the small statue through the flowers by her profile and the flag head.

Anyone who can say "If you understand the meaning of the headwinds, don't destroy them easily" naturally has a temperament as beautiful as orchid and a talent as fragrant as fairy.

Last year on Chinese Valentine's Day, after he had a long chat with the beauty, he felt like they were close friends. However, due to their special identities, it was not appropriate to disturb them too much, so he could only wish them well from afar.

Unexpectedly, within less than a year, she was both physically and mentally hurt, and she was unable to comfort herself, so she picked up the flute and started playing.

A flute tune, a long song of longing, lacking the sad feelings, the charm of the song even makes people feel that longing is a very beautiful thing, which aroused Zhen Huan's heart.

Jingxi and Liuzhu took the opportunity to persuade her to go out for a walk, saying that searching for the flute under the moonlight was also an elegant thing to do, so Zhen Huan nodded in agreement.

In the Yangxin Palace, the emperor was still reviewing memorials under the candlelight. A faint scent of osmanthus drifted into his nose. The emperor's hand holding the pen paused for a moment and shouted outside:

"Su Peisheng." The person who came in was Xiao Xiazi.

"Your Majesty, my master is not on duty today. What do you want me to do?"

The emperor thought of the sweet-scented osmanthus wine he brewed with Zhen Huan last year, and he felt nostalgic. He asked casually, "Have the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers bloomed?"

Xiao Xiazi replied respectfully: "Yes, the century-old golden osmanthus in the imperial garden has bloomed recently. I thought it was a good omen, so I picked some and placed them in the palace."

The emperor was satisfied with the answer. He stopped writing and said, "Yes, the Autumn Examination will be held in a few days. I am tired. You should accompany me for a walk to stretch my muscles."

When the moon is waning and becoming a gibbous moon, the moonlight is cold and clear, covering everything in the Imperial Garden with a layer of silver gauze, giving it a hazy beauty.

After arriving here, the emperor was in a good mood to appreciate the scenery.

Suddenly, a faint singing voice came to his ears. The sound was like a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, like an orchid in a valley, the cry of a kite and the chirping of a phoenix. It was crisp and loud, yet gentle and melodious. The emperor slowly followed the sound and began to look for the source.

"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it'll be too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade buildings at high places. When I dance to clear my shadow, it doesn't feel like I'm in the human world!"

Amidst the layers of flower shadows and under the sudden silver light, An Lingrong, wearing a light-colored Suzhou embroidery, was singing to the moon.

After not seeing her for several months, she was as pretty as a peach in March, as pure as a chrysanthemum in autumn, and her voice was so soft and charming that the emperor was immediately mesmerized.

He looked at the person in front of him, and was in a trance for a moment, wondering if she would soar up in the breeze in a flash.

"May we live long, and share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands miles apart." When the last line was sung, the emperor felt that the sky was high and the clouds were far away, and the wind was calm and the waves were still, which made him feel open-minded and lingered in the aftertaste for a long time.

The emperor spoke softly, fearing to startle the person in the flower: "Rong'er, is that you?"

Although he had lowered his voice, An Lingrong, who was immersed in the moonlight, was still startled. She turned around, her eyes like water, shy and timid, and said wittily: "Your Majesty, I beg Your Majesty to forgive me for my rude behavior."

The emperor quickly helped her up with both hands. He looked An Lingrong up and down with eager eyes: "I didn't know that Rong'er had such a heavenly voice. How come I have never heard you sing before?"

An Lingrong's face flushed instantly, intoxicating like the wine of the Western Regions. She smiled shyly, "Your Majesty, no one has ever praised my singing voice. When I was at home, my mother often sang ditties to please me, and I learned a few lines from her. After entering the palace, I was afraid that such tricks would be ridiculed, so I didn't dare to speak. Tonight, I looked at the moonlight and couldn't help but think of my mother, which made Your Majesty laugh."

Her hands were slightly cold, and they were still shaking when placed in the emperor's palms. The emperor felt even more pity for her and quickly embraced her in his arms and reaffirmed: "Rong'er, don't belittle yourself. I think your singing is good, like the broken jade of Kunshan. From now on, you don't need to care about other people's eyes, just sing to your heart's content."

An Lingrong smiled more shyly: "Your Majesty is always good at coaxing me, but I am very happy. Since Your Majesty said that I sang well, I will only sing for you from now on, okay?"

The Emperor had never had any feelings for An Lingrong before. He just thought that she was knowledgeable, interesting, and completely dependent on him. As long as she was obedient, he would always protect her. But tonight he felt that An Lingrong was very smart. She was smart in just the right amount. She didn't make excessive demands, but knew how to strike at the right time. She didn't have too much edge, but was like water, making him feel particularly comfortable to get along with.

Of course, he was aware of An Lingrong's little tricks tonight, but he was happy to see such thoughts. As long as she was sure to be attentive to him, he would naturally be willing to give her more love. He pulled An Lingrong up and slowly left the Imperial Garden.

An Lingrong regained favor! This news spread throughout the harem on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The queen had already gone to bed. When she heard the news, she rubbed her forehead with her hand and said, "I was wrong. I didn't expect that An Shi, a skeleton, could be well taken care of. She really has some tricks up her sleeve."

Jianqiu thought of Baojuan being sent away because of hysteria, and couldn't help but think: "Your Majesty, Wenpin used an excuse to send Baojuan away. Could it be that she knew something? Since then, no news has leaked out of her Yonghe Palace. Your Majesty has been deceived by her."

This made the queen look aggressive. "If she really has this ability, she knew how to act like a low-profile person to paralyze everyone before, and she used illness to fade out of everyone's sight after being promoted to concubine. Now she has won the favor again with one strike. Then she is qualified to be my opponent. It's meaningless for me to beat someone who is too stupid."

Then the Queen changed the subject: "What is the situation with Concubine Nian now?"

Jianqiu laughed disdainfully and said, "The last time the emperor went to see Princess Wen Yi, Concubine Nian rushed to Qixiang Palace, but the emperor did not see her. I heard that she cried again after she returned."

The Queen smiled even more proudly when she heard this: "Even a favored concubine like Concubine Nian can be defeated with just a little effort. As long as An Lingrong doesn't cross my bottom line, I will tolerate her. As for whether others can be tolerated or not, it is not my business. Is Concubine Wan still unwilling to see the Emperor?"

Jianqiu pretended to sigh and said, "He said he was depressed and his health has not improved."

"To serve someone with beauty, one must compete for favor while one is at the peak of one's bloom. Do one have to wait until one is old and ugly? This palace is like stagnant water now. This palace is very boring. I will find a chance to push Concubine Wan."

"My lady, are you trying to catch that person during this chaos?"

"Ok!"

Tonight, no one in the palace could sleep well, and the same was true in Suiyuxuan.