An Lingrong is reborn, the reorganized team is killing like crazy

The Queen's headaches often recurred, so there was no need for her to pay respects to each palace, and the concubines also had nothing to do.

On this day, An Lingrong was making some bellybands, shoes and hats for babies with Noble Lady Fucha in the Yanxi Palace. The two of them sat on the Luohan bed and chatted while working...

"Have you heard that during the morning court the other day, someone reported Wanpin's father, saying that he was disrespectful to meritorious officials and violated the emperor's will, and that his crime should be dismissed from the Zhen family's official position. The emperor demoted her father to the fifth rank of censor of the Metropolitan Censorate for Wanpin's sake."

Fu Cha spoke, and An Lingrong looked up, remembering that in the previous life, the emperor was very dissatisfied with Nian Gengyao's self-righteousness and arrogance, which led to the fall of the Nian family. Thinking about the date, it was this year.

"I didn't see Concubine Wan go to ask to see the Emperor about this matter..." An Lingrong said after thinking for a while.

"I'm not sure, but even if I ask the emperor for help, it's impossible for the emperor to change his mind overnight. What's more, most of the people in the previous dynasty are Nian Gengyao's followers. Who dares to go against his wishes?" Fu Cha said as he tied a beautiful knot in the silk thread in his hand, picked up a small silver scissors, and cut off the excess thread.

"Sister is right. The Nian family is now so powerful that they can reach the sky. The emperor is often busy until late at night these days. Although the emperor is angry, he did not make things difficult for the Nian family. I think he still protects Nian Gengyao." An Lingrong pretended that she didn't understand the situation and spoke.

Fu Cha shook his head at An Lingrong and said, "My father said that we should not judge things by appearances alone. Do you understand what he meant?"

"If sister says so, then I understand." An Lingrong thought for a few breaths, put down the embroidery in her hand, and looked at Fu Cha with surprise.

Fu Cha also looked over, and the two smiled at each other, and then continued to talk about the color matching of embroidery thread...

The next day, the Emperor restored Concubine Hua's authority to assist in managing the six palaces on the grounds that the Empress's headache had relapsed. At the same time, there were rumors that the Emperor was going to make her an Imperial Noble Concubine. For a time, Concubine Hua became even more powerful and resumed her former domineering nature.

Through Fu Cha, An Lingrong learned how unruly Nian Gengyao was being outside during this period of time. He was even too lazy to greet the prince and princess. The more he behaved like this, the more An Lingrong felt that this was an opportunity, an opportunity for her father to get a piece of the pie!

There is no other reason. The county magistrate An Bihuai was appointed by donation. If one wants to be an official in Beijing based on his political achievements, it is probably impossible in this lifetime!

She had thought about finding an opportunity to ask the emperor to grant her an idle position in the capital, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it, so the matter was put off again and again...

If An Bihuai could really get a share of the profits from this matter, even if she could only present her name to the emperor, she would be able to find a way to ask for a small official position in the capital with no real power for her father. In this way, everything would be in order...

Thinking of this, An Lingrong asked Juqing to prepare pen and ink and wrote a "family letter".

"This one is open, and this one is secret. Don't make a mistake." An Lingrong handed the letter in her hand to Juqing, who took it and walked out.

She has written down the method, it all depends on whether her father dares to do it...

In the blink of an eye, it was April and the weather was getting warmer. Because Zhen Huan was pregnant, the emperor suddenly had the urge to hold a birthday banquet for Zhen Huan in the Old Summer Palace. After everything was arranged there, the emperor took the concubines to the Old Summer Palace.

The concubines in each palace still lived in their original courtyards, and after some tidying up, they were finally settled down.

The Henan candidates' boycott of the exam was reported to the emperor, and the emperor was too busy to handle it, so he asked Prince Guo, who had some free time, to help plan a special program, preferably a surprise. When the emperor said this, An Lingrong was waiting by the side, and when she looked up, she saw Prince Guo happily agreed...

Three days later, it was Zhen Huan's birthday party. The emperor also invited several princes and their families to the party, so it could be considered a lively occasion...

There were many concubines in the harem, and the birthday banquets were basically the same, so after all of this, An Lingrong felt very bored. After all, An Lingrong just wanted to go back and eat a bowl of Tremella soup. These exquisite dishes were almost all cold...

When the banquet was over, An Lingrong knew that the biggest highlight of the day was coming, which was the kites that Prince Guo had prepared for Zhen Huan...

The moment she saw the kites flying all over the sky, Zhen Huan smiled from the bottom of her heart. Not only the emperor, but also Prince Guo was dazzled by them...

Looking back, she saw that all the concubines were looking at Zhen Huan and the emperor pulling the string together with envy or hatred. However, An Lingrong noticed that throughout the birthday party, Shen Meizhuang seemed absent-minded from beginning to end...

"Sister Mei, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to call the imperial physician to take a look?" An Lingrong looked at Shen Meizhuang beside her and spoke in a low voice.

"It's nothing serious, I just feel a little dizzy when I get up early. When it's over, I'll ask Caiyue to ask Doctor Wen to come and see me." After Shen Meizhuang finished speaking, she raised her hand and held An Lingrong's hand, and her complexion looked much better.

"This is almost over. If Sister Mei is really feeling unwell, I don't think Concubine Wan will blame you. Let me help you go back and rest." An Lingrong supported Shen Meizhuang, and Caiyue hurriedly supported the other side.

Shen Meizhuang looked at the emperor and Zhen Huan in front of her who were still pulling the kite string in their hands lovingly, and thought they would not notice her, so she nodded to An Lingrong.

The two returned to Xianyue Pavilion together. Caixing helped Shen Meizhuang lie down, while Caiyue went to invite Doctor Wen.

Not long after, Wen Shichu walked in quickly with a medical box...

An Lingrong sat aside quietly waiting for Wen Shichu to take Shen Meizhuang's pulse. While observing, she found that there was nothing wrong with Wen Shichu. However, Shen Meizhuang would look at Wen Shichu from time to time, and sometimes after looking at him, a hint of shyness would appear on her face.

So, how could An Lingrong not understand?! Did it start from this moment? An Lingrong lowered her head and pondered until Wen Shichu finished taking her pulse, and then she came back to her senses.

"Has Concubine Hui been worrying too much these days? You should relax." Wen Shichu looked up and saw that Shen Meizhuang was wearing thin clothes. He said:

"Although the weather is getting warmer now, we still need to keep warm."

"I'll listen to you." Shen Meizhuang nodded and her eyes fell on Wen Shichu's face.

"I have written a prescription for Madam Hui. It contains some decoctions to relieve worries and relieve thoughts. Madam Hui will feel better after taking a few doses.

Wen Shichu spoke again, and Shen Meizhuang continued to nod.

It was not until Wen Shichu left that Shen Meizhuang remembered that there was also An Lingrong sitting on the Luohan bed next to her...

So he calmed down and said, "I got some good Baihao Yinzhen the other day. Would you like to try it, sister?"

"Of course I do. I don't like tea that is too bitter. This tea is the best for me!" An Lingrong's expression did not change, as if she didn't notice anything, with a warm smile on her face.

After drinking tea, the two chatted about other things before An Lingrong stood up, said goodbye and returned to Zhan Jing Zhai.