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

"It's you! It's actually you!"

When Zhen Huan finished telling her what happened on New Year's Eve, the Emperor excitedly pulled Zhen Huan up, and he also stood up from the couch, facing Zhen Huan.

He looked at Zhen Huan with passionate eyes. It turned out that his fate with her started so early. It turned out that what you hope for will come true.

"Yu, you deserve to die. It was me who had a conversation with you in Yimei Garden that day."

Zhen Huan looked incredulous, blinking her eyes and asked the Emperor: "Silang, is what you said true?"

The emperor looked at Zhen Huan with deep affection and said, "Sir, don't joke. Did you wish for something you loved that day?"

Zhen Huan was flustered for a moment, but somehow she managed to evade the question: "They are just some girly toys. If Silang likes them, I'll make another one for you."

The emperor was naturally pleased. He held Zhen Huan tightly in his arms and remained silent for a long time.

Zhen Huan was secretly delighted in the emperor's arms. She and the emperor indeed had a deep bond.

In the Sui Yuxuan, what a night it is, and I meet this beloved man.

As for other palaces, who can I tell about my loneliness in the deep palace?

After Xia Dongchun caught the haunted man, she was proud in the palace for a few days. She thought that the emperor would summon her as soon as he returned to the palace. After all, there was no other woman as brave as her in the palace. However, the emperor had been back for several days, and it had always been Concubine Wan who was serving him in bed. He never mentioned her at all. She went to the queen's palace twice, and each time she saw Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang making the queen very happy with their witty remarks. She could only stand there. The smarter others were, the more tongue-tied she seemed. The more glorious she was in the previous few days, the more disappointed she was these days.

Especially when she heard An Lingrong and Noble Lady Fucha talking and laughing in the main hall, she felt even more embarrassed that the people in the humble house were living better than her. She wandered outside the hall for a long time, and finally entered the main hall with a reluctant smile on her face, and began to patiently try to talk to An Lingrong:

"An Chang, what are you talking about with Sister Fu Cha?"

An Lingrong was surprised that Xia Dongchun could talk to her calmly, but then she thought that the world changes quickly, and Xia Dongchun is no exception. She was just like her previous self, clumsily trying to save herself. With this in mind, she smiled at Xia Dongchun and said, "Sister Fucha and I are discussing the making of perfumed dew. Does Concubine Xia have any flowers that she likes?"

Seeing that An Ling was rarely soft and fussy, Xia Dongchun hurriedly smiled and said carefully, "Sister Noble and An Changzai are both elegant people. At home, I like riding horses and hunting the most. I don't know how to take care of flowers and plants, but I particularly like the warmth of roses."

Noble Lady Fucha's attitude towards Xia Dongchun has always been that as long as someone in the palace doesn't cause trouble for her, she just needs to be nice to Xia Dongchun. Today, seeing that she is finally willing to get along with An Lingrong, she is happy to see it happen. More people always mean more help, so she smiled and said to Xia Dongchun:

"The blazing rose suits you very well. Don't stand. Come and sit down. Let Sister An teach us together."

Xia Dongchun's face lit up with joy, and she sat down in a crisp response. She put away her restless heart and followed An Lingrong in carefully tending to the flowers and plants.

The sun sets and rises, another day has passed. Noble Lady Fucha takes An Lingrong and Xia Dongchun to Baohua Palace. She had prayed and chanted scriptures for the Queen some time ago, but later she was too scared to go out, so she had to copy countless scriptures by hand. Today is the fifteenth day, so she can ask the master of Baohua Palace to burn them in front of the Buddha.

Before the three of them approached Baohua Hall, they saw a woman in green clothes carrying a basket coming down the steps, only a few steps away from them.

It was Huanbi, but she seemed not to see the three people and just walked straight ahead.

Although Xia Dongchun's temper had calmed down a lot, she couldn't help but ask Huanbi's rudeness: "Which palace is that person in front of you from? Why didn't he greet us when he saw us?"

Huanbi paused as if she had just heard someone shouting, turned around with a smile and walked a few steps towards the three people, bowing and greeting: "I am Huanbi from Suiyuxuan, I greet the three young ladies, I wish you good luck, I was in a hurry to return to Suiyuxuan to report, and I didn't see you for a while, please forgive me."

Noble Lady Fucha naturally didn't care about this little detail: "It turns out to be Miss Huanbi. Since you have an errand, just go and do it."

Huanbi was about to bow and leave when she heard An Lingrong ask, "Does Lady Wan also have Buddhist scriptures to burn?"

Huanbi was stunned for a moment and replied with a clever smile: "Yes, my mistress said that there has been unrest in the palace recently, so she burned some Buddhist scriptures to ensure safety, so I came here."

An Lingrong glanced at the bamboo basket that Huanbi was holding tightly, and praised: "Mrs. Wan is thoughtful. You can go and do your work first."

Huanbi's expression relaxed and she said goodbye to the three people in a cheerful tone.

Watching Huanbi walk away, Xia Dongchun thought of her own fate and said indignantly: "A maidservant is dressed better than the average lady. Lady Wan really dotes on her."

Noble Lady Fucha turned her head and glanced at her: "Her master favors her so much, so of course she is dressed beautifully, so don't worry about it."

Xia Dongchun immediately put away his expression and smiled at Noble Lady Fucha.

An Lingrong took Xia Dongchun's words to heart. In her previous life, when Huanbi married Prince Guo as his concubine, she had countless questions in her mind, but she was too tired to deal with them at that time. Later, she was so disheartened and wanted to die that she threw these questions behind her. Just now, she saw that Huanbi was very nervous about the bamboo basket, so she wanted to test it out.

Huanbi's answer was similar to that of her previous life, except that she no longer had to burn paper for Yu. If that was the case, why was she so nervous about the bamboo basket? Unless there was something else in the bamboo basket that couldn't be seen by the light.

"Let's go! You idiot, you're daydreaming again." Noble Lady Fucha gently patted An Lingrong who was distracted.

An Lingrong had no choice but to suppress her turbulent thoughts and enter the Baohua Palace with Noble Lady Fucha.

After nightfall, An Lingrong still couldn't suppress her emotions. She sat lazily on the chair and asked a very casual question:

"Rosewood, do you know Huanbi?"

"Yes, I know her! But we servants don't interact with her much." Honeysuckle replied casually while making the bed.

Ren Dong has a chivalrous spirit in her actions. The eunuchs and maids in the palace like to interact with her. A lot of her information is collected in this way. It is rare to hear that she doesn't want to interact with someone. An Lingrong couldn't help asking, "Why?"

Without stopping her movements, Honeysuckle spoke directly, "Miss Huanbi always acts superior, as if she is looking down on me. Naturally, I will not ask for trouble."

An Lingrong held her chin in her hand and thought, yes! Huanbi used to be condescending to her, no, she was condescending to everyone in Sui Yuxuan, but she was a slave girl, could it be that she dared to be so frivolous just because Zhen Huan valued her?

No, she must have someone to rely on. An Lingrong thought that Huanbi looked somewhat similar to Zhen Huan, and called out "Rosewood" softly again.