If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

There is no wall that is impenetrable. The news that Lingrong was punished by Concubine Hua soon spread in the garden. After paying her respects, Meizhuang asked Zhen Huan to come and see Lingrong.

"Sister Mei, Sister Wan, you are here. I was so tired yesterday, please forgive me for not being able to get out of bed." When they came, Lingrong had just been woken up by Juqing and was still in a daze.

"Don't get up yet, just lie down." Shen Meizhuang walked quickly to Lingrong and tucked her in the quilt. "I was worried when I heard that you were called away by Zhou Ninghai yesterday. I didn't expect it to be like this again." She looked at Lingrong and said worriedly. She was worried that Concubine Hua would attack them after she gained power, and she didn't expect it to happen so soon.

"Yes, sister, have you reported this to the Empress and the Emperor?" Ling Rong saw that Zhen Huan's eyes did not show much concern for her, but she was more thinking about whether she could use this matter to hit Concubine Hua.

"You have no legitimate reason to do this. When Concubine Hua was lecturing me, she told me that spraining my ankle was impolite and brought shame to the palace, so I deserve this." Ling Rong looked at the two of them with a wry smile. She could see that Mei Zhuang's concern for her was genuine because she had indeed helped her, but Zhen Huan was being a little hypocritical.

"Well, just be patient. When we climb up step by step and become concubines or imperial concubines, Concubine Hua won't dare to do anything to us." Mei Zhuang's words gave the two people confidence little by little.

"Sister Mei, I know." Ling Rong couldn't stop her tears from flowing when she thought of her miserable state yesterday, "But when I left Qingliang Palace yesterday, my legs were shaking and I couldn't stand. I walked in the yard again and again under the sun. If I didn't walk well, I would be punished with a ruler." Ling Rong spread out her hands, "Look, my hands are red and swollen."

Although Meizhuang and Zhen Huan knew the general idea of ​​the matter, they both gasped when they saw the wound on Lingrong's hand. Hua Fei wanted to prevent Lingrong from serving the emperor for a period of time. If she was left with a scar, the emperor might not let her sleep with him again. Hua Fei was killing people and destroying their hearts.

"How could Concubine Hua be so vicious? She could do such a thing to a noble like you," Zhen Huan was also extremely surprised. Killing someone would be one thing, but if it left a scar, it would be worse than death, and she would have to linger in the palace for the rest of her life.

Ling Rong cried even harder. After she came back last night, Doctor Wen prescribed her some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing ointments and medicines, but she didn't drink them. She was waiting for the Emperor to come. She planned to let Mei Zhuang and the others help her build up momentum, saying, "Concubine Hua is so cruel that she dared to disfigure a noble lady." Although such a scandal could not be punished, it was disgusting enough.

As Lingrong expected, after lunch, the Queen sent Jianqiu to deliver a batch of the best blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicines, and the Emperor also came over at dinner time.

"Jia peeked through the curtain at Han Yuanshao, and Mi Fei left her pillow for Wei Wangcai. Don't let your spring heart compete with flowers for growth, for an inch of lovesickness is an inch of ashes." When the emperor came in, although Lingrong was reading on the couch with her back to the window, she still heard his footsteps, so she deliberately recited it out loud.

"What a good poem! What a good poem! An inch of lovesickness is an inch of ashes." The emperor's voice came from far away outside.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?" Seeing the emperor coming in, she got down from the couch in surprise and saluted the emperor. The emperor supported her and pulled her to sit on the couch, "I came to see you."

"How is your injury?" The emperor went straight to the point and Lingrong was at a loss for words.

"No, it's okay." Ling Rong hid her hands behind her back, looking as if she was trying to hide something. The Emperor took her hands out from behind her. Although her arms were still a little red and swollen, they had subsided a lot and were no longer as scary as when Zhen Huan and the others came in the morning.

The emperor was silent for a long time, then he took out the ointment from his sleeve and applied it to her with his own hands, "I'm sorry for wronging you."

"Your Majesty, I feel no grievance." Lingrong saw a trace of guilt in the emperor's expression, which surprised her.