An Lingrong's Rebirth: Red

After hearing what the queen said, the queen mother finally smiled with satisfaction, "The harem needs more offspring. Queen, you should persuade the emperor to visit other concubines more often."

"Yes, I have often advised that Zhen Changzai and Fu Changzai are both very much loved by the Emperor." The Empress raised her hand to signal the two concubines to stand up and pay their respects to the Empress Dowager. "Look, Your Majesty, they are both gentle and wonderful people."

As soon as the two stood up, the Queen Mother frowned. It would be fine if one looked like Rouze, but how could the other look so much like her? No wonder she was promoted to the position of a concubine so quickly from a palace maid.

The emperor is usually very stingy with positions. If it weren't for the concubine he liked, it would be extremely difficult to get a promotion.

Look at Concubine Xin. Although she is often stayed overnight by the emperor, she is not liked by the emperor. Even after she gave birth to a child, she is still just a concubine.

The Queen Mother actually doesn’t care which one the Emperor likes or not. In her eyes, having more offspring is the most important thing.

Therefore, she did not make things difficult for the two concubines and just waved her hand and asked them to sit down.

The Queen Mother asked about Shen Meizhuang's current health condition again, and when she learned that everything was fine, she finally showed a truly happy smile.

Although he is useless, fortunately she has enough children. Her mother's family is powerful but not as strong as her mother's family, so it would be great if she could give birth to a boy.

"I thank the Queen Mother for her concern." Shen Meizhuang was overjoyed. She had won the Queen Mother's praise during the palace selection. Now that she had a child, it would be best to seek the Queen Mother's protection.

"I have heard that if you recite sutras and worship Buddha during pregnancy, your child will be smarter and more polite. I wonder if I will be so lucky as to copy sutras for the Queen Mother?"

This was not a big deal. The Queen Mother pondered for a moment, thinking that Shen Meizhuang was probably afraid of being murdered while pregnant, so she sought her protection.

Therefore, he did not refuse and ordered Zhuxi to go to Bitong Academy every three days.

With the approval of the Empress Dowager and the protection of the Emperor, Shen Meizhuang was not worried about protecting the fetus at all.

Now she believes that she only needs to concentrate on reciting Buddhist scriptures and nurturing the fetus, and she will be able to give birth to the child smoothly.

But the queen had very long arms, and she would not tolerate a concubine whose maternal family was so powerful giving birth to an heir, even if it was a girl.

The Queen's eyes fell on Shen Meizhuang's face, and soon slid to Zhen Huan's side. She hesitated whether to do it herself or ask Zhen Huan to abort Shen Meizhuang's fetus as a token of her loyalty.

Zhen Huan didn't want to do anything dirty. She just wanted to investigate the Lin Musk case and the Butterfly case by herself so as to seek justice for herself.

But she was the one who did these things. No matter how she used her own manpower to investigate, she could not get to the truth hidden deep inside.

While the Queen was thinking about her next move, the Emperor was praising this concubine for her understanding and then praising that concubine for her elegance. Such insincere praise made people feel upset.

Therefore, Lingrong just ate a few bites of the food in front of her in silence, and chatted with Concubine Cao who was sitting next to her from time to time, and she was too lazy to even look at the emperor.

But this indifferent look just happened to attract the emperor's attention. After all, Lingrong always pretended that her eyes were full of the emperor, and kept those eyes on the emperor's face all the time.

The emperor was very uncomfortable with being ignored like this.

"It seems that today's dishes are really good. Lady An is so busy eating that she has no mood to chat."

Lingrong was picking up a piece of exquisite dessert when she heard the emperor calling her name. She had no choice but to put down her chopsticks and quickly stood up to reply.

"This dessert is indeed exquisite, and I can't help but want to eat a few more bites.

Plus, I'm a quiet person, so I just sat there quietly listening to the sisters in the palace chatting and laughing, which made me very happy. "

Although she replied, Lingrong did not look at the emperor. She lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the pattern on the hem of her clothes, waiting for the emperor to call her up.

However, the emperor was not satisfied. He frowned slightly and asked Lingrong to sit down after a while.

Ling Rong responded with a "yes", sat back in her seat, and picked up the cake again.

After everyone chatted for a while, the Queen mentioned that the sun was shining brightly, so why not ask the sisters in the palace to show off their skills to make the atmosphere more lively.

Perhaps the emperor also found it boring, so he nodded and agreed to the queen's suggestion. However, the concubines were mostly good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and few of them carried musical instruments with them, waiting to perform for the emperor.

However, the Queen's party had already prepared. Seeing that no one said anything, Zhen Huan stepped forward and said, "I am not talented, but I know some dancing skills. I will lead the way for you sisters, okay?"

When Ling Rong heard that Zhen Huan wanted to dance, she immediately became interested. She drank a glass of fruit drink and looked towards the center of the banquet hall with anticipation.

Shen Meizhuang seemed to have discussed this with Zhen Huan in private a long time ago, and now she took the initiative to propose to play the piano to accompany Zhen Changzai, and asked Caixing and Juqing to bring the piano for her.

Zhen Huan, wearing a pink dance costume, walked to the center gracefully, her face covered with her sleeves, looking exactly like Fu Zi on the day when she was on the Pengdao Yaotai.

Ling Rong glanced at Fu Chang Zai, and it seemed that she didn't know what kind of dance Zhen Huan was going to perform at first. But when she saw the dress, she immediately showed disdain and sneered without hesitation.

Zhen Huan stretched her slender waist and got into position. Shen Meizhuang, helped by Cai Xing, sat down in front of the zither. She plucked the strings with her bare hands, and Zhen Huan immediately raised her sleeves and began to dance.

But this stunning dance is different from Fukuko's. It is completely imitating the posture of Concubine Mei. It is beautiful but has no novelty.

The dance performed by Fuzi on the Yaotai of Pengdao was a mixture of the second half of the dance performed by Zhen Huan in her previous life and the Jinghong Dance. It took the essence of both dances and was naturally both innovative and beautiful.

Lingrong held her chin and watched Zhen Huan dance attentively, wondering how Zhen Huan could surpass herself in her previous life.

The emperor sat on the high platform, with no expression of surprise on his face. He even felt a little bored. He picked up the wine glass and chatted with the queen beside him.

Suddenly, a flute sounded, disrupting the accompaniment of Shen Meizhuang's piano. In order for Zhen Huan to finish the dance smoothly, Shen Meizhuang had to slow down her playing and slowly let the flute take the lead.

Lingrong was originally paying attention to Zhen Huan, so she naturally noticed Prince Guo walking towards her with his flute on and his steps in a square step.

Zhen Huan's dance steps were only disrupted for a moment, then she changed her dance steps according to Prince Guo's flute music, spinning and swinging her arms wildly, her long black hair flying, leaving graceful traces in the air.

It was just a pity that her dance steps were exactly the same as Fu Changzai's. Ling Rong shook her head imperceptibly and sighed. She looked at Fu Zi and saw that Fu Zi also showed a mocking smile.

The emperor on the high platform had been frowning since he saw Prince Guo. He really couldn't figure out who had called him here today.

But when the questioning look fell on the Queen, she hurriedly proved her innocence, saying that she had really not informed Prince Guo about the family banquet being held at Xifeng Xiuse today.

The only person who could call Prince Guo was the Queen Mother. The Emperor suppressed his anger and didn't want to look at the Queen Mother again. He swung his beads and had no intention of watching the stunning dance.

Concubine Hua, who was standing by, noticed that Zhen Huan's dancing steps were learned from Fuzi, "A foxy girl is a foxy girl. She can only learn some tricks of a lowly maid to get the emperor's attention."

Songzhi was pounding Hua Fei's shoulders. She didn't dare to respond loudly in this situation, so she could only laugh at Zhen Huan in a low voice with Hua Fei.

After a long time, the dance finally stopped. Zhen Huan stretched her body like a wild goose, breathing slightly and waiting for everyone's praise.

But the banquet was dead silent. Except for Shen Meizhuang and Prince Guo who had smiles on their faces, no one cheered for her.

"Zhen Changzai dances exceptionally well. I guess he has been practicing for a long time."

In the end, it was Fu Changzai who spoke first. Her tone was unfriendly, but Zhen Huan just thought she was a little envious and jealous. She explained with a smile that she was just imitating Mei Fei's dance and it took her some time to practice.

"But compared with Concubine Fu's dance steps, it's just a shameless imitation of the ugly woman, which makes people laugh." Concubine Hua smiled and looked at the emperor with a coquettish and charming look, "But if the emperor likes it, it won't be disrespectful."

Zhen Huan had never thought that her dance steps would be similar to those of Concubine Fu. If there were some similarities before, it was probably because of the Jinghong Dance.

After hearing Prince Guo's flute playing, she was totally immersed in it and broke free from the shackles of the Jinghong Dance. How could she possibly agree with Fu Changzai?

"I think it's because I was dancing the Jinghong Dance. After all, most women in this world have learned it, but I only know the basics. I made a fool of myself in front of all the sisters."

For some reason, Zhen Huan felt a little nervous. She didn't know whether it was because of the appearance of Prince Guo or because the dance steps she was performing were the same as those of Concubine Fu.

She just felt her back was burning from being stared at by Prince Guo, and she wanted to turn around and tell him not to be so presumptuous in front of the emperor.

"If it's just the resemblance to the Jinghong Dance, it's fine, but is the dance that Zhen Chang is dancing behind her a famous dance? I only saw Fu Chang dancing that."

As soon as Concubine Hua finished speaking, Lipin next to her immediately echoed her, saying that she had only seen Concubine Fu jump at Pengdao Yaotai.

"Really." Concubine Qi was silent for a long time, and suddenly spoke. She hummed and turned to look at the emperor, "The emperor liked Fu Changzai's dance very much at that time."

This old woman. Concubine Hua glanced at Concubine Qi. If she didn't have an heir, how could she be on equal footing with her with such a stupid brain and a plain face?

She still wants to act coquettishly and foolishly to attract the emperor's attention. Aren't you afraid that her old face will disgust the emperor?

After being rebuked by the other concubines, Zhen Huan immediately became a little flustered. Her dance steps came from her heart and were not any other dance steps in the world. How could they be similar to those of Concubine Fu?

No, no. What went wrong? It was me who should have won the emperor's favor with my stunning dance, how did it end up like this?

"My dance steps are not from famous artists. I just practiced the Jinghong Dance in my spare time. I never thought that I would be so in tune with Zhen Chang."

There was no trace of sarcasm on Fu Chang's face. She explained gently, her shy and timid eyes constantly moving towards the emperor's face.

In the eyes of the Queen, she looked like a cut above her shameless elder sister.

The emperor was somewhat dazed by Fuzi's look. He initially thought Zhen Huan was similar to Wanwan, but now it seems that neither of them is as similar to Wanwan as Fuzi, the palace maid.

At this time, the more the emperor looked at Zhen Huan, the more he felt that her heart was ugly. Even her appearance was different from Chun Yuan and became extremely hateful.

Hua Fei's words about imitating others are really very accurate.

Zhen Huan's mind raced, and she didn't dare to say anything as she was thinking about how to explain this matter. However, after thinking it over, she could not come up with a more subtle explanation than to follow Fu Changzai's words and say that the two of them had "telepathy".

She glanced at Shen Meizhuang, hoping that she could come up with a better way to defend herself. But Shen Meizhuang just stroked her belly and didn't even look at her.

Helpless, Zhen Huan could only bite the bullet and say, "It seems that dancers' minds are always connected. In the future, I must often ask Fu Changzai for advice and improve our dancing skills together."

Fu Changzai did not respond to her, but slowly tasted the snack in front of her and asked the little maid beside her to pour tea for her.

Zhen Huan was so embarrassed that she looked expectantly at the emperor sitting on the high throne, longing for him to stand beside her as he used to and say a few words for her.

The emperor did not disappoint Zhen Huan this time. He suppressed his impatience and praised Zhen Huan for her exquisite dance steps. He also asked Su Peisheng to reward her with many gifts.

Zhen Huan's face was not trampled on after all. After receiving the emperor's praise, she quickly walked down to change her dance costume. When she passed by Prince Guo, she didn't even dare to look at him.

"Concubine Jing, you didn't prepare a good banquet. Why didn't you prepare a seat for Prince Guo?" The emperor glanced at Prince Guo, who was standing in the middle of the banquet hall and bowing to him. Instead of calling him, he blamed Concubine Jing.

Jingpin immediately squatted down and apologized, admitting that it was her negligence that caused her to ignore Prince Guo. She didn't even explain herself, and just put all the blame on herself.

Seeing that Jingpin was so sensible, the emperor was very pleased in his heart, but he still looked unhappy and asked her to go back and reflect on herself.

"I sent a letter today, hoping to meet the Queen Mother and have a chat.

Jingpin didn't know about it beforehand, so naturally she didn't prepare my share. It's my fault."

The emperor felt annoyed when he saw Prince Guo, just like Zhen Huan. If he had to keep them to deal with the Nian family, he would have found a way to execute them secretly long ago.

The only brother he trusted the most was Old Thirteen, and the only woman he loved the most was Rouze. Prince Guo and Zhen Huan were nothing more than two substitutes to relieve his longing.

"Forget it, I don't really want to blame you. Su Peisheng, just set up a seat and ask Prince Guo to sit next to me."

"Your Majesty, I will leave now. I have some matters to attend to in the palace..."

The emperor raised his hand to interrupt him, "Didn't you say you wanted to talk to the empress dowager? How come you haven't dealt with the affairs of the mansion in advance?"

Hot sweat dripped from Prince Guo's forehead. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat with his sleeve. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, so I came over to chat with you. How is your mother doing recently?"