If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

Ling Rong knew that Zhen Huan and the Emperor's meeting must have been directed by someone. She guessed that the person who directed it was the Queen. The Queen was eager to support the newcomer to fight against Hua Fei's arrogance. Hua Fei had already chosen Yu, so naturally she would not choose Zhen Huan. Moreover, Zhen Huan resembled Chun Yuan, and Hua Fei must have known it. She would not have created such a big enemy for herself.

Lingrong specially brought some snacks to the Yangxin Palace today. She didn't know what the emperor liked to eat, so she just casually brought some yam cake with date paste.

"Eunuch Su, please pass the message. I brought some snacks to see the emperor." Ling Rong bowed to Su Peisheng. In her previous life, Ling Rong was insulted and had no good face to Su Peisheng. She was hurt by him several times. This time she learned her lesson. She did not ask Su Peisheng to help her with anything, but just hoped that she would not be cheated like in her previous life.

"Please wait a moment, my lady. I will go and report." Su Peisheng smiled when he saw people, especially since Ling Rong was promoted to a concubine before she even served him in the emperor's bed. This also showed potential.

After a while, Su Peisheng took Lingrong to meet the emperor.

"Your Majesty, may your majesty be blessed with good health."

"Why are you here? Aren't you feeling unwell?" The emperor was still writing with his head down, looking very busy.

"I'm just afraid that you'll forget me, so I'm sending you something to show you my face so that you'll remember me more." Ling Rong said it directly, and it was also from her heart. If you remember me more, I'll live a more comfortable life.

"You are not lying." The emperor had rarely seen anyone who could speak so honestly.

"Your Majesty has been reading memorials for a long time. Please have some snacks. I brought some yam and date paste cakes, and they taste good." Ling Rong spread out the cakes on the small table next to her.

"The emperor tasted it and found that it must be the cooking of the small kitchen in the Hall of Mental Cultivation." As the emperor ate, he felt that the taste was very familiar.

"That's right. I have tried a lot and yours is the best. Or it's you who rewarded me by allowing me to get snacks from the kitchen." Ling Rong praised.

"Others give me snacks they made themselves to show their appreciation, but you give me snacks made in my small kitchen. Isn't that too perfunctory?" the emperor said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, just tell me if you are impressed. No matter which sister comes to bring you snacks in the future, you will think of me." Lingrong laughed as she said this.

The emperor was also amused by her and was really impressed.

"What are you doing recently? Are you still practicing calligraphy?" the emperor asked while eating snacks.

"Your Majesty, I am copying Buddhist scriptures to cultivate my character." Ling Rong defended herself. Even if she was just practicing calligraphy, she couldn't say it so directly.

The emperor didn't say anything, he just looked at Lingrong, making her blush. "Even if you know, please give me some face." Lingrong stammered.

The emperor glanced at her and said, "If you want to improve your calligraphy, you have to persevere. Send me 10 large characters every day." Lingrong was stunned when she heard this. Are you so free?

"Your Majesty, you are too tired to review memorials every day. I will not trouble you with such a small matter." Ling Rong said embarrassedly. She just wanted to save face, not find work for herself.

"Well, I am a bit busy." Lingrong was a little happy when she heard this. She thought, "You don't need to look at what I wrote." But the emperor changed the subject. "You can write it here today. Su Peisheng will show it to me when you have time." Lingrong's mouth suddenly fell.

After eating snacks, Lingrong began to practice calligraphy. She didn't finish 10 pages of calligraphy that Su Peisheng found for her in the whole afternoon. She continued to practice after dinner and finished writing after the emperor reviewed the memorials. Originally, 10 pages were easy to write, but Lingrong couldn't write too sloppily after she finished writing for the emperor, so she discarded the poorly written ones and wrote them again.

When Lingrong fell asleep at night, she was still pulling the emperor's clothes angrily. The emperor laughed. He didn't expect that the little girl had such a bad temper.