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

After Fu Cha finished speaking, he realized that his voice was a little loud. He quickly covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief, raised his head and looked outside. He was relieved to see that it was Sang'er waiting outside.

"She didn't even notice such a big thing?" Fu Cha lowered his voice and looked at An Lingrong, still unable to believe it.

"Maybe there is no one in her palace who knows about spices." An Lingrong said lightly, trying to get away with it.

"Then who do you think did it?" Fu Cha looked at An Lingrong. An Lingrong did not answer, but just shook her head.

"Who else could it be?! It must be her! It must be her! I didn't expect...she is so vicious!" Fu Cha nodded firmly. It seems that the last incident had a great impact on Fu Cha...

"Keep your voice down. No matter who did this, it has nothing to do with us. Just remember that if you can avoid going to her place, then don't go." An Lingrong said as she sat on the other side of the small table and instructed seriously.

"I'll ask Sang'er to tell him that I'm not feeling well." Fu Cha nodded and turned to call Sang'er.

"Don't be anxious. This kind of excuse may be fine once or twice, but what if she calls you there every day?" An Lingrong looked at Fu Cha and shook her head.

"What do you say we should do? I'll do whatever you say." Fu Cha said as he pulled An Lingrong's hand.

Hearing this, An Lingrong pointed at the round fan on the table outside and said:

"I just saw that there are two fans with azaleas embroidered on them. Concubine Hua has always liked that color. You can ask Sang'er to take them with her. It is said that people who smile at others should not be hit. I think she will not refuse if she sees the fans."

Fu Cha nodded, looked at An Lingrong and said, "It's really all thanks to you. Otherwise, if my child is gone, I don't know who to blame." As Fu Cha said this, he was about to stand up and salute, but was supported by An Lingrong.

"It's too awkward to be like this between sisters. Also, you must not tell anyone else about this. Even if she finds out one day, she must not hear it from us."

An Lingrong looked at Fu Cha with a serious expression, and Fu Cha nodded and said, "I understand. I will listen to you."

After arranging Fu Cha, An Lingrong took Ju Qing and went ahead. When they arrived at Yiku Palace, Concubine Jing and Shen Meizhuang had already arrived.

An Lingrong entered the hall and first bowed to Concubine Hua who was sitting in the upper seat. Concubine Hua raised her hand and said, "Please take a seat." Only then did An Lingrong stand up and sit down. Concubine Hua straightened her body, acting like a superior.

After a few breaths, everyone saw Sang'er carrying a box into Yikun Palace.

"Where is your master?" When Concubine Hua saw that only Sang'er came, she frowned slightly, with a hint of anger on her face. She looked up at Sang'er and said.

"My lady, my young master has been feeling unwell these past few days. I sent for the imperial physician yesterday and he said that she had caught some heatstroke and had a miscarriage. The physician said that she would have to stay in bed for a few days to rest."

After Sang'er finished speaking, without waiting for Concubine Hua to get angry, he stepped forward, handed over the box in his hand, and said:

"My lady, my young master said that she is sorry that she cannot come to listen to your teachings. However, you are a generous and kind person, and a model for the harem. I think you will understand. So I specially found two round fans to give to you. I hope you will accept them."

Concubine Hua originally wanted to punish him, but after hearing this, she felt comfortable, especially the phrase "a model for the harem", which made her very happy. She also felt that Fu Cha was a polite person, and she curled her lips slightly and said, "Bring it here for me to see."

Juqing presented it, Songzhi took two steps forward to take it, and presented it to Concubine Hua.

Concubine Hua picked up a round fan, which looked quite exquisite, and nodded.

"So this fan was meant for the Imperial Concubine. I went to the Yanxi Palace yesterday and saw this fan was so unique that I wanted to ask for one. No wonder she refused to give it to me no matter what."

An Lingrong spoke with a hint of jealousy, and continued:

"At that time, Ruipin also said that the handle of this fan was made of ice sheep fat, and it felt very cool in the hands in the summer, but she would not let me touch it. Madam Hua Fei, is what Ruipin said true? Is it really cold to the touch?"

Concubine Hua had already put the fan back into the box, thinking that no matter how exquisite a round fan was, it was just a round fan. But after hearing what An Lingrong said, she took it back in her hand and felt it.

"It does feel refreshing in my hand. Ruipin is thoughtful. I'll go back and tell your master that if you're not feeling well, just rest well in the palace. If you want to eat or drink anything, just report to the imperial kitchen. I'll approve it." Hua Fei fanned herself with the round fan in her hand and spoke with satisfaction.

"Yes, I would like to thank the Imperial Concubine on behalf of the young lady." Sang'er bowed, lowered his head and walked out.

As soon as Sang'er left, Zhen Huan and Chun'er walked in together. They bowed to Concubine Hua. Concubine Hua raised her hand, and the two stood up and sat down.

An Lingrong looked at Zhen Huan, whose expression still did not look very good. It was only after she sat down that her expression eased a little.

"Empress Hua, the pastries in your palace are so unique." After sitting down, Chun'er looked at the plate of rose custard at hand and started talking.

"This is the rose milk puff that is unique to our Yikun Palace's kitchenette. It's not available anywhere else." Songzhi said with her chin slightly raised, her face showing a bit of pride.

"Madam Hua Guifei, I'd like to taste it carefully." Chun'er said with a smile, took a piece and put it in her mouth, saying with satisfaction, "It tastes better than it smells."

"You are a lucky eater." Concubine Hua smiled and said, and everyone laughed when they saw Chun'er's expression...

"If I were to say, the fragrance of this rose butter is not as good as the fragrance of the spices in the imperial concubine's palace. What kind of fragrance is used in the imperial concubine's palace? It smells so good?" After An Lingrong finished speaking, she looked at Zhen Huan deeply.

Although she didn't like Zhen Huan and had never thought of helping her keep the child, she could see that her pale face coincided with the moment when she lost her child, so she looked at her.

If she could react, it would be her luck, but if she couldn't, it would be her fate. Moreover, this was the Queen's strategy of "killing two birds with one stone". She didn't want the Queen to be happy, and she wanted the best thing to be able to make Zhen Huan's pregnancy a reality in the Queen's hands...

Zhen Huan noticed An Lingrong's gaze and looked at her as well. Their eyes met for a few moments and then An Lingrong looked away.

"Concubine Yi's nose is quite sensitive. This is the fragrance that the Emperor ordered to be carefully prepared for me. It is called Huan Yi Xiang, and I am the only one in the palace who can use it." There was pride in Concubine Hua's tone, and she spoke with a happy smile on her lips.

After Concubine Hua finished speaking, An Lingrong glanced at Zhen Huan again and said, "The Emperor really loves the Concubine. Everything she has is unique."

As An Lingrong spoke, she looked towards Concubine Hua with envy on her face. Concubine Hua was very satisfied with An Lingrong's performance.