If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

"She is as beautiful as a flower and more charming than a flower. This is indeed a good description of you." The sudden voice startled Lingrong. She stood up and turned around to see Prince Guo walking up to the stage slowly.

"Greetings, Prince Guo." Lingrong bowed politely and greeted him. Aunt Li was watching from below, and she didn't know whether Aunt Li was the emperor's woman. No wonder she refused to come when she was recruited, it turned out that her big thigh was the emperor.

Ling Rong faced Prince Guo and quietly waved to Aunt Li behind her back, asking her to come up quickly. Then she changed the subject and asked, "The Emperor is in the banquet hall in front. Why didn't the prince go over there?"

"If I were to go over there, how could I see such a beautiful scene with even more beautiful women?" This was Prince Guo's usual method of teasing women. Relying on his outstanding knowledge of Chinese studies, he acted like a playboy.

"Excuse me for leaving." Ling Rong bowed and left without waiting for Prince Guo to say anything.

Prince Guo did not try to persuade her to stay. He just looked at her from behind. Just as he turned around and was about to leave, he heard another clear and beautiful voice, "I pay my respects to Prince Guo. I never thought I would see you again."

Prince Guo turned around and saw that it was Zhen Huan. He wondered why she wanted to see him. "Is it my brother's new favorite, Concubine Wan?"

"Your Highness has a good memory, and I am the noble concubine Zhen." Zhen Huan's tone carried a hint of arrogance.

"I wonder why the prince is here?" Zhen Huan asked even though she knew the answer. She followed Ling Rong out, so of course she also saw Ling Rong who had just stood on the stage with her.

"Appreciate the moon." Prince Guo said to her calmly. He was more optimistic about An. Based on his understanding of his brother, Zhen's favor was only superficial, and An was the one his brother cared about. Otherwise, how could he arrange Zhang Qilin to be with An?

"When the golden phoenix and the jade dew meet, it is better than countless other things in the world. It would be a waste if we spend this beautiful night drinking and feasting." Zhen Huan walked to the side of Prince Guo and said. She was alone now and needed a helper, and she thought Prince Guo was quite suitable.

"Like the morning dew, the past days were filled with suffering. How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang. Wine can relieve a thousand sorrows. The little prince should have a good drink with the emperor brother." After saying this, Prince Guo walked straight past Zhen Huan and walked down the Tonghua Terrace.

Seeing Prince Guo walking away, Zhen Huan stamped her feet in anger. She was prettier than An Lingrong, why did the emperor like her? Even Prince Guo praised her as more beautiful than a flower, and she didn't even want to talk to her. Zhen Huan secretly made up her mind, An Lingrong, I will definitely trample you under my feet.

When Ling Rong returned to the hall, she was spotted by the Emperor. "Where have you been?"

"I really can't hold my liquor anymore, so I'm going out to sober myself up." Lingrong said to the emperor with a smile. She couldn't possibly say that she had a night meeting with her brother-in-law.

"Is Concubine Wan not here either?" The emperor asked casually when he saw that Zhen Huan's seat was also empty.

"In reply to the emperor, the young lady is drunk and has to go change her clothes." Liu Zhu replied hurriedly.

"Lady Wan has never been able to hold her liquor," Hua Fei said sarcastically. Her words were not groundless. Zhen Huan had indeed slipped away many times using the excuse of not being able to hold her liquor.

"Yes, Lady Wan should drink less in the future." Lady Fucha complained while talking to Lady Shen who was sitting next to her, "Lady Shen, I think the dried plums on your table are good. Give me a few to try."

Shen Meizhuang was not stingy. It was just a plate of plums, so she asked Caiyue to take the plate and give it to Noble Lady Fucha. She had eaten a lot of plums in the past few days, and this plum had a bit of an indescribable taste, so she ate a few and didn't eat any more. She didn't expect that her generosity would save her children from suffering.