Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Jia Ling's Double Rebirth, Creates a Great Success

Who is going to untie the golden bell around the tiger's neck? The person who tied it must be the one to untie it.

The Lama's words shocked Jin Yuyan and Wei Yanwan. It turned out that it was really the prayer flags that trapped them.

Coming to Japan was the day when my hair was cut, which was the opportunity to solve everything. And somehow, the emperor’s prayer flag has never been destroyed, which was also God’s will.

After saying everything, the lama passed away in front of the two men. What was even more bizarre was that the lama turned into a pile of white bones in front of them in an instant.

When Wang Fuzhi and Qingtang pushed the door open, they also covered their mouths in shock. Jin Yuyan regained her composure and comforted them:

"Don't be afraid, I just sprinkled some corpse powder."

Wei Yanwan secretly praised in her heart, saying that it was Jin Yuyan who didn't even draft her lies.

The two of them were reassured by the lama and no longer worried along the way. Jin Yuyan even supported Wei Yanwan.

"You are pregnant. It would be uncomfortable for you to stand for a long time. Let's go back. I will have someone take care of this place."

Wei Yanwan turned around and asked Qingtang, "During this southern tour, the emperor was tired of Rongpin always pouring cold water on him, so he didn't bring her along. So has anyone arranged for the follow-up?"

Qingtang nodded slightly and explained, "She was originally a woman who came from a lower-level official. She tried to commit suicide several times, but I saved her. I have inquired about it. Because of the closed-door policy and the ban on business, this woman's family could not collect money and could not pay back the debt. Her family was destroyed overnight. She is a pitiful person. I promised her that I would protect her after the matter is completed. Please have mercy on her, Your Majesty."

Yan Wan nodded. This time, the Hangzhou officials did not touch the emperor's heart, because what the emperor was pursuing was no longer eroticism, but to praise everything about him and to achieve his greatness.

Therefore, everything that happened to this girl did not need to be fabricated, and it just met the needs of the emperor.

There was still singing and dancing in the palace. A stage was set up on the lake, and a female teacher sat by the lake and sang Jiangnan folk songs.

The Queen Mother said, who says only men like to listen to music and watch dance, they have been confined in the deep palace for a long time and can no longer hold back.

In a dilapidated courtyard in the southwestern corner of the palace, a table full of food was also set on Daru's table.

Of course, this was not just one meal, but several days' worth of meals piled together.

There are either a few fresh, spicy, oily and salty dishes on top, which make people feel abdominal pain after eating them.

Or the pastries on display were sticky to the teeth. Daru had been tortured and his teeth were loose. On the first day when he ate the yellow rice, he lost several teeth and his lips gradually became shriveled.

Daru was lying on the tattered bed, looking back at the pot of green plum branches that were still dry and brown, and thought to herself that now she had no medicine to replenish the nutrients for the green plums, so she might as well pour the food into the pot of green plums.

Bowls of red oil were poured into the flower pots. Daru thought:

"Spring is here, green plums, please grow out quickly."

Outside the house, Rong Pei was leisurely chewing on the fairy chicken and drinking peach blossom wine. The worse Daru's life was, the happier she was.

Because Daru always called her Aunt Rong, Rong Pei always felt that she and Daru had an irreconcilable feud not only in this life.

On the other hand, after inspecting the river works, the emperor ignored the opinions of various officials to continue to open up trade. He felt that there was no reason to take back what he had said.

The emperor originally wanted to take Langya with him on an outing and make another incognito visit, but Langya was listening to music with Xiyue and a group of sisters. The emperor saw that Langya was much more comfortable among the lake and sky than when she was with him, so he gave up the idea.

So he changed into casual clothes, took Jinzhong and Li Yu, and walked to the night market beside the West Lake.

Orange-red lanterns were lit up one after another in a staggered pattern along the streets. The east wind blew at night, and the ground was covered with red shadows, shining brightly.

A warm spring breeze blows along the shore of West Lake, and willow branches sway gently, brushing the sparkling lake surface.

The emperor stood on the broken bridge, separated by Jinzhong and Li Yu from the people coming and going. Outside, there were still many guards in plain clothes waiting.

Li Yu came over and asked the emperor attentively: "Your Majesty, it's windy, why don't we go find a teahouse to listen to storytelling."

In the teahouse, the storyteller was telling a new book by Jin Sanlang, a Jinfan writer. The title of the book was "A Tale of the Prince". It was about a handsome and suave prince from the previous dynasty who saved a lonely woman who was devastated by her family, and the woman gave herself to him.

If it were in the past, the emperor would certainly have criticized it, but now, the emperor was amazed and said that this romantic affair was indeed a good story.

Jinzhong saw what was on the emperor's mind and nudged Li Yu, who was so moved by the story that he burst into tears, with his arm.

Li Yu whimpered, "You don't know, back then, Suo Xin, Jiang Yubin and I came all the way to the capital because our hometown was hit by a disaster. Suo Xin was also so pitiful at that time..."

Jinzhong teased Li Yu and asked, "So Master, you also want to be a prince?"

Li Yu shook his head, looking serious, "I don't want to be a prince, I just want my hometown to never suffer disasters and live a stable and ordinary life forever."

Suddenly, a faint, intermittent sound of a pipa slowly emerged along with the singing, attracting the emperor's attention.

"The sky is vast, the water is vast, I look to the end of the world and wonder where the people are..."

The singing was mournful and sad, which just suited the emperor's mood of sympathizing with women after listening to the story. The emperor strode out of the teahouse and went to follow the singing.

Under the charming moonlight, on the bluestone road under the willow branches, a woman in white was holding a pipa, her face was covered, revealing half of her fair cheek and a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes.

The woman had a white flower in her hair. As the crowd gathered, she stopped singing and bit her lip. She looked pitiful, yet with a hint of reluctance and helplessness.

The woman put down her pipa, straightened her clothes, and slowly stood up, with a tear in the corner of her eye.

"My name is Xia Linglong. I was originally from a wealthy family, but something happened to me. After my father passed away, we had no money to bury him. Today, Linglong is raising money. I hope you will show your mercy. I will definitely tie a grass ring in my mouth to repay your kindness."

In the crowd, a man in gorgeous clothes joked, "Miss, you are selling yourself to bury your father? If someone helps you bury your father, can you marry the beauty?"

As he spoke, the man took out a red flower from his sleeve and threw it in front of Xia Linglong.

"Selling yourself to bury your father, you have to be sincere. If you are going to be a bride, you have to be happy."

Jinzhong looked at the emperor's eyes, which changed from pity to heartache to anger, and he knew that this matter was done...