If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

When Ling Rong came over, she heard the emperor patting Prince Guo on the shoulder and saying, "You are tired today, go back and rest early."

Xiao Xia Zi next to him reported to the emperor, "Your Majesty, Concubine Jing is here to pay her respects to you." After saying that, Ling Rong walked forward.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. May your Majesty be blessed with good health. I pay my respects to Prince Guo. May Prince Guo be blessed." Lingrong greeted Prince Guo gracefully and appropriately.

"Get up, why don't you rest in Anlan Garden? Are you tired after sitting in the carriage for the whole morning?" The emperor stretched out his hand to pull Lingrong up. Lingrong smiled gently, "Not tired."

Prince Guo was right beside them, but Lingrong didn't look at him. She made the emperor feel that she was only looking at him. Prince Guo watched the two of them looking at each other, and he felt like a human light bulb, so he immediately bowed and left.

The emperor and Lingrong walked hand in hand towards the Qinzheng Palace. As they walked, he asked, "Where is Sister Cao? Didn't Xiao Xiazi say that Sister Cao is here?"

"She is in the Qinzheng Palace, and I didn't let her follow," the emperor said lightly. He held Lingrong's soft little hand and felt a little distracted.

"Oh, I heard that Sister Cao was here, so I came here right away." Lingrong pretended to be jealous, as if she was afraid that the emperor would be snatched away. Although she didn't love the emperor, she couldn't lose the proper play.

"Why are you jealous? You don't look like the jealous type." The emperor teased her.

"Hey, how could that be? How dare I?" Ling Rong sighed coquettishly.

"You dare not, why don't I believe it, there are few people in the harem who are braver than you." Although the emperor said so, he knew that Lingrong was sensible. Since entering the palace, there has been no trouble around her. This is not just because she is smart. Zhen is smart and decent, but she has had many problems in the past six months. Although he also feels sorry for her, he is impatient to deal with these things. The former dynasty and the harem are closely related, and it is not possible to punish a crime just by saying it.

"Okay, if you don't want me to be jealous, then just coax me and I won't be jealous." Lingrong turned her head and looked at the emperor cunningly, but she stepped on empty air as soon as she took a step. Lingrong almost had a close contact with the ground. Fortunately, the emperor reacted in time and hugged her.

"How are you? Are you okay?" the emperor asked with concern.

"I sprained my ankle..." Lingrong pursed her lips, trying hard not to cry. The emperor pressed her foot, and she cried out in pain, "Your Majesty, I can't walk anymore. Please send a sedan chair to bring me here."

The emperor couldn't bear to see Lingrong speaking so aggrievedly, so he picked her up. Lingrong looked at the emperor in surprise, "Your Majesty, I'm quite heavy." Lingrong said this in a very low voice, for she was afraid that the emperor couldn't hold her, and it would be embarrassing if he put her down halfway.

"How heavy is your bow? The bow I pull is heavier than yours. If you lose your bow and arrow in battle, it's like losing your life." The emperor said nonchalantly. They were taught to ride and shoot since childhood, and they were taught to rule the country with culture and to pacify the world with martial arts. How could they rule the generals if they couldn't even hold a little girl?

"Your Majesty, you are amazing," Ling Rong praised.

"Xiao Xia Zi, have you called the imperial physician?" The emperor said to Xiao Xia Zi happily while listening to Ling Rong's praise.

"Your Majesty, I have asked the imperial physician to wait in the Qinzheng Hall." Xiao Xia Zi was indeed the apprentice taught by Su Peisheng. He followed his master in doing things and nothing went wrong.

The emperor stopped talking and quickened his pace towards the Qinzheng Hall.