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

"What did you say?" An Lingrong pretended not to hear clearly. Zhen Huan came back to her senses after hearing the voice, looked at An Lingrong and said, "Nothing."

"Since there's nothing else, I'll leave first." An Lingrong turned around and continued to walk out.

"Lingrong, can we really never go back to the past?" Zhen Huan's voice came, and An Lingrong was in a trance.

Yes, there is no way to go back. I have already walked two paths, how can I go back...

An Lingrong turned her head slightly and saw a vase of fresh pink lilies on the small table of the Luohan bed, just like the one she had when she had a miscarriage in her previous life...

Same... An Lingrong chuckled. The lilies that day were newly delivered. They would not wither even if they were kept for a few more days, let alone one day. But they disappeared after her miscarriage. The ylang-ylang fragrance in the flowers was so strong, how could she not smell it?

At that moment, she also wanted to kill herself, leaving herself with two dead bodies...

An Lingrong turned her head slightly, without looking at Zhen Huan, and said: "So, from now on, we will be strangers..."

After saying that, he turned around, raised his hand and pushed open the door of Shuiyuxuan.

"My lady." Juqing stepped forward and supported An Lingrong. An Lingrong woke up from her daze and almost fell down for a moment. She supported Juqing and walked out of Shuiyuxuan.

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As soon as she came out of Suiyuxuan, she met Xiaoxiazi who was walking towards her in a hurry. An Lingrong thought he was here to deliver a message to Zhen Huan, but he stopped in front of An Lingrong's sedan chair.

"What's wrong?" An Lingrong stood up from the sedan chair and looked at Xiao Xiazi and asked.

"Replying to Concubine Yi, the emperor is looking for you." Xiao Xiazi bowed and spoke.

"Then let's go." After saying this, An Lingrong took a deep breath, leaned back, and the sedan chair moved towards the direction of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity.

When An Lingrong entered the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, she saw the emperor sitting on the Luohan bed, writing something, looking very lonely.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong began to speak. The emperor seemed to hear Chun Yuan's voice in a trance, so he said, "Wan Wan, tell me, does the heaven still blame me?"

An Lingrong heard it clearly, but she still pretended that she didn't hear it, and said again: "Your Majesty, what did you say? Are you feeling unwell?"

The emperor seemed to have just realized who the person was. He took a deep breath and extended his hand towards An Lingrong.

"Your Majesty." An Lingrong walked closer and extended her hand.

"Rong'er, tell me, is God blaming me?" The emperor held An Lingrong's hand with a serious look, like a believer waiting for judgment, just waiting for the person in front of him to give him a result.

"How can the emperor be blamed for this? It was Concubine Nian who didn't take the seriousness of the matter seriously, which led to Concubine Wan's miscarriage, wasn't it?" An Lingrong raised her hand and stroked the emperor's brow, and then said, "Your Majesty, don't be sad. I feel sorry for you."

The emperor took An Lingrong's hand and held it in his palm, saying, "No, it's my fault. It's God who is blaming me. Otherwise, why haven't I given birth to any children alive since I ascended the throne?"

The emperor took An Lingrong's palm and covered his eyes with it, lowering his head. An Lingrong felt a wet heat in her palm.

An Lingrong looked towards the emperor. The man in front of her used to be so tall and straight, but now, he had a hunched body. Silent tears soaked An Lingrong's palms. At this moment, he probably didn't regard himself as a king, but just a father who lost his children again and again.

"Your Majesty is wrong. The baby in Concubine Rui's belly will be born safely." An Lingrong deliberately softened her voice. The emperor froze there, motionless.

An Lingrong thought to herself that the Emperor must not want her to see him crying. Just as she was about to turn around, the Emperor suddenly hugged her into his arms. After a long while, she heard him slowly speak:

"Rong'er is right. And there's Ruipin. Ruipin will definitely be able to give birth to the baby safely, right?"

The emperor's voice was hoarse, but full of expectation.

"Ruipin will surely be able to give birth to the baby safely..." An Lingrong said as she gently stroked the emperor's back. An Lingrong also felt a wet heat on her neck.

The emperor at this moment was fragile. He had lost sons one after another since he ascended the throne. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he felt that this was God's punishment for him. He had longed for the love of his parents and the friendship of his brothers, but none of those people cared about him...

He thought, if he became the strongest person, would they be able to give him some love? But no...

Even when he became the emperor, they still didn't. They said he was disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unjust. In this world, except for Rouze, no one else loved him...

Even Zhen Huan doesn't understand herself. If someone loves me, how can he not understand my difficulties?

Concubine Nian is pregnant, and the Nian family is pressing the previous dynasty step by step. What can he do? Even if he is looking forward to this child, he is the emperor, what can he do?

But, she didn't want to see me because of this. She must be blaming herself, blaming herself for not being able to protect her child even though she was already the emperor...

I felt a hand gently caressing my back, again and again. Although it was silent, it was deafening...

Once upon a time, he stood outside the gate of Yonghe Palace and saw his fourteenth brother lying in the corridor of Yonghe Palace for a nap. His mother sat beside him, fanning him and gently stroking his back, just like now, to coax him to sleep...

And this is something that every mother would do, but he has never experienced it before...

Who said that memories fade with time? It's been so long, why does he still remember it so clearly? He even remembers that there was a bunch of orchids embroidered on the round fan.

"Rong'er, give me a child, give me a child, okay? I will love him well and teach him to read and write myself. Rong'er, you will definitely be a good mother who loves children, right?" The emperor straightened his body, put his hands on An Lingrong's shoulders, stared at her and asked.

An Lingrong was stunned by the sudden action and words, but she nodded instinctively.

“Rong’er…” The Emperor embraced An Lingrong in his arms again, his voice choked with sobs, and he called out again: “Rong’er…”

An Lingrong just let him hold her, her hands bored, so she continued to stroke his back...

An Lingrong accompanied the emperor to have lunch in the Yangxin Palace. During the meal, the emperor looked at An Lingrong frequently. An Lingrong's meal tasted tasteless, which was really unpleasant.

After lunch, the two played a game of chess. An Lingrong learned chess from the emperor, so naturally she could never beat him. She was a bad chess player who could never win against Zhen Huan and Prince Guo, and she only knew how to crush An Lingrong...

"No, no, I made a mistake. Not here. I should make it here..." An Lingrong regretted her move. The emperor just smiled at her. An Lingrong then chose another place to make a move...