Comprehensive film and television: starting from Su Peisheng

In the Suiyuxuan, three people sat together.

Shen Meizhuang and Zhen Huan sat on the couch, while An Lingrong sat alone on a soft stool nearby.

Her hidden shyness and restraint could be seen everywhere.

But she had to come, one reason being that Zhen Huan had done her a favor, and she was actually very grateful in her heart.

One reason is that she has not yet slept with him. If she doesn't make friends with the two of them, her life will be even more difficult.

So An Lingrong tried to get closer cautiously.

At the same time, when getting along with two people... no, three people, I couldn't control my sensitivity and inferiority.

At the same time, there is also some secret jealousy hidden in my heart.

Jealous of their family background, appearance and talent.

Even the sisterhood between them was something she wanted but couldn't get.

They are so much better than me in every way.

Certain emotions in her heart became more and more intense.

An Lingrong lowered her head, unable to stop feeling sorry for herself.

She also knew that this emotion was wrong, but she just couldn't control herself!

At this time, Zhen Huan mentioned her.

"How is Lingrong these days? There is enough charcoal for the winter.

If it's not enough, let Xiao Yunzi send some to you."

An Lingrong raised her head quickly with a gentle and obedient smile on her face.

She looked at Zhen Huan, her eyes filled with joy and gratitude.

"My sister is fine. Thank you for your concern."

Zhen Huan seemed to remember something and asked, "Has Lingrong slept with me?"

The smile on An Lingrong's face faltered.

She lowered her head and said dejectedly:

"How could the emperor remember me..."

Zhen Huan also knew that she had said the wrong thing and hurried to comfort her.

Shen Meizhuang also echoed, saying that the war in the northwest was tense and it was normal for the emperor to not be able to take care of the harem.

An Lingrong lowered her head and responded in a low voice.

But the seed of jealousy in my heart has probably already taken root and sprouted.

People are like this. They are afraid that their friends are having a hard time, and they are also afraid that their friends are driving a Land Rover.

An Lingrong was thinking that the war in the northwest was tense, but the emperor had called Sister Wan to accompany him to the Yangxin Palace a few days ago.

Asking this kind of question...

I guess she didn't mean it?

At this moment, she even wondered if Sister Wan was so favored that she could ask the emperor to mention her so that she could also...

An Lingrong quickly hid these thoughts. How could she think like that? She was afraid that Sister Wan would not agree.

She was right, although Zhen Huan did not have a deep emotional foundation with the emperor now.

But the emperor dotes on you wholeheartedly, people around you are flattering you, and countless good things are sent to you like water.

This beautiful dream woven of supreme power and status did indeed make her immersed in it for a while, unable to extricate herself.

What girl is not pregnant?

At the moment, Zhen Huan is in great favor, so why would she want others to share her love?

An Lingrong suppressed the emotions in her eyes and took something out from her sleeve.

"It's cold in winter, so I made this stove cover for my sister. With it, she won't be afraid of getting burned."

Then he handed the thing over.

The green brocade was embroidered with light gold patterns, and the opening of the bag was elasticated and hung with two bright yellow cords.

Zhen Huan took it, looked at it, and praised, "Thank you for your trouble, sister. I like it very much."

As he said this, he handed the things to Huanbi who was standing beside him and asked her to help keep them.

There was nothing else to say, which made An Lingrong feel inferior again.

This is the best material she has now.

It was called woven brocade, and each new bride was given a piece of it when she entered the palace.

Otherwise she wouldn't have it.

But for Sister Wan, it is commonplace and she is used to it.

Or maybe Sister Wan doesn't like this material...

During this conversation, An Lingrong's inferiority complex was evident throughout the whole conversation, and she no longer spoke on her own initiative.

The three of them talked for a while and then returned to the palace.

On the way back to Yanxi Palace from Suiyuxuan, Baojuan secretly sowed discord.

But after saying a few words, he was stopped by An Lingrong.

But what she was thinking in her heart, I'm afraid only she herself knew.

...................................

Soon, it was December 30th.

New Year's Eve——

Luo Yao walked in front and cleared his throat secretly. It was his turn to speak soon!

"Cough cough."

After brewing silently for a while, Luo Yao shouted:

"Your Majesty, the Queen has arrived!"

"Shh."

All the royal relatives and concubines in the palace stood up.

When Luo Yao saw this scene, she subconsciously thought of that sentence:

The eldest lady is coming, get out of the way!

Suddenly I felt something magical.

I want to laugh, but hold it in!

Yongzheng, who was walking behind her, took two steps forward and saw that she was pretending to be serious, so he didn't notice anything.

"May the Emperor be well and may the Empress be blessed."

Everyone bowed and greeted each other, then Yongzheng gestured for everyone to sit down and said a few polite words.

As soon as the people here sat down, the civet cat stood up.

"I would like to offer a toast to my royal brother first!"

Luo Yao looked up and saw that the civet cat wearing a hat looked a little silly.

Looking at the red cheeks, I don’t know if it’s because of the heat or because of drinking.

He stood up to congratulate, the queen also stood up, and then everyone present stood up.

Congratulate the emperor together.

Luo Yao stood next to Yongzheng holding a whisk. She felt as if everyone was worshipping her.

Why do I feel so good for no reason?

She secretly despised herself for this behavior.

He lowered his head and quietly slacked off, not knowing whether Zhen Huan would go to Yime Garden this time.

Will I meet Yongzheng and Prince Seventeen by chance?

As I was thinking, the sounds of singing and dancing began to ring in my ears.

She looked up and found that it was time to enjoy the show.

A group of dancers in pastel-colored dance dresses are dancing gracefully, looking pretty good.

The two kinds of sleeves, one pink and one red, swinging back and forth are dazzling.

Then, before I knew it, I had been watching for a long time.

She didn't even notice that Yongzheng was glancing at her sideways.

"cough!"

A low cough came from my ear, with a hint of warning.

Luo Yao turned around and saw that it was the emperor who was coughing. She pretended to be concerned and said:

"What's wrong with the emperor? Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Yongzheng: What do you think?

Yongzheng glared at him. This guy was just staring at the dancer intently. He was really going backwards.

No prospects!

Luo Yao read these words from Yongzheng's eyes, and she was stunned.

Why am I such a failure?

Ginseng rooster! He is ginseng rooster me!