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

"Your Majesty..." Yu Da Ying glared at An Lingrong and said in a coquettish voice.

"Su Peisheng, send Noble Lady Fucha and Yu Ying out." The emperor looked impatient and glanced at Su Peisheng. Su Peisheng understood and nodded, then asked them to leave.

"Your Majesty, it's cold outside and the roads are slippery. Sister Fucha has stewed bird's nest for you early in the morning. Your Majesty, please try it soon." An Lingrong opened the bowl in front of her, and the sweet aroma of snow pear mixed with the deliciousness of bird's nest hit her face.

"It's cold outside and the roads are slippery. Su Peisheng, bring a warm sedan chair for Noble Lady Fucha. Be careful on the road and send Noble Lady Fucha back to the Yanxi Palace." The emperor spoke and Su Peisheng nodded repeatedly.

"Then I will come to see the emperor another day." Noble Lady Fucha, who had just heard that the emperor would leave only An Lingrong, was still unhappy. After hearing this, she felt much better and stood up to say goodbye.

An Lingrong secretly looked at Noble Lady Fucha, only to see her smiling brightly at her. Then she raised her head high like a little rooster and walked out. She couldn't help but feel that it was cute and funny.

"Rong'er, please talk to me more." When there were only two people left in the hall, the emperor took An Lingrong's hand again and said.

"Then Rong'er, can you read some poems to the emperor?" Since she came back, An Lingrong has been reading poems and songs whenever she has nothing to do. Although these are not as interesting as picture books and travel notes, she knows that the emperor likes them, so she started to study them seriously after waking up, and now she can discuss them with the emperor occasionally.

"Okay." The emperor leaned back on the soft pillow behind the Luohan bed and closed his eyes to rest. An Lingrong picked up a book of poetry on the small table and began to read:

"The old fragrance and lingering powder are the same as before, but human feelings are not as good as before. There are still a few lines of writing in spring, but they are even less in autumn.

The quilt is cold, the pillow is lonely. My sorrowful heart needs wine to ease. Even if there is a dream, it will become empty. How can I bear to have no dream?

An Lingrong read a poem "Ruan Lang Gui" and saw that the emperor was still dozing with his eyes closed, so she said, "This poem is not good. Can Rong'er find a better one for the emperor?"

"It's up to you." The emperor still dozed with his eyes squinted.

"This one is good, Ronger likes this one:

The willow branches are long, the spring rain is fine, and the sound of flowers leaking out is far away. The wild geese in the frontier are startled, the crows in the city wake up, and the golden partridges are on the painting screen.

The thin fragrant mist penetrates the heavy curtains, and I feel melancholy in Xie's pool pavilion. The red candle is turned away, the embroidered curtain is hanging, and I have a long dream, but you don't know it.

"Rong'er, there is someone you can't forget." The emperor chuckled and spoke, his eyes still half-closed.

"Your Majesty~" An Lingrong called out shyly, and the emperor stretched out his hand in An Lingrong's direction.

"Your Majesty is always making fun of me." An Lingrong stood up and took the emperor's hand, her tone coquettish. The emperor pulled An Lingrong into his arms and laughed.

Su Peisheng, who was guarding outside, heard the emperor's hearty laughter. He looked at the clear and cold sky outside and felt much more relaxed. The emperor could laugh out loud, which probably meant that his depression had disappeared.

"Master, it is Concubine Yi who has the solution. The emperor even laughed out loud." Xiao Xiazi came forward and handed Su Peisheng a cup of tea.

"You kid, are also a shrewd one." Su Peisheng took the teacup, knocked on Xiao Xiazi's eunuch hat with the whisk in his hand, and said with a smile.

"Thank you for your teachings, Master. Since Yu promised not to treat me as a human being, I naturally think Yi Chang is better." Xiao Xiazi smiled and covered his head before speaking.

"Concubine Yi is really nice." Su Peisheng took a sip of the tea in his hand and nodded thoughtfully.

"Has the emperor calmed down?" An Lingrong, nestled in the emperor's arms, reached out and stroked the emperor's brow, soothing him softly.

"Rong'er knows that I am unhappy? Su Peisheng is talking too much!" The emperor spoke, his eyes turned a little colder, and he opened his eyes and looked at An Lingrong with an inquiring look.

How could An Lingrong not know that this dog emperor was suspicious, so she said:

"The emperor is unhappy, and the servants below are also upset. I am even more upset. Since Eunuch Su said this to me, he must have known that the emperor would punish him if he knew, but he still said it at the risk of being punished. If the emperor blames him, wouldn't it be a waste of Eunuch Su's filial piety?"

An Lingrong leaned against the emperor's chest and said, "To the emperor, Rong'er is just one of the concubines, but to you, he is my husband and my heaven.

It is naturally my fault that my husband is unhappy. I do not ask for anything else but that my husband can be happy every day. Does the emperor understand me?" After An Lingrong finished speaking, she stood up and looked at the emperor, her face full of sincerity and concern.

The emperor looked at An Lingrong, or even pored over her, and did not speak for a long time.

"Silang, did Rong'er say something wrong?" An Lingrong looked at the emperor with an expression that said, "As long as the emperor is happy, I will accept it even if the emperor blames me."

"Rong'er, I didn't know you cared so much about me. You are so good!" The emperor held An Lingrong's hand, raised his hand and picked up a jade pendant on the small table and placed it in An Lingrong's hand.

"Silang..." An Lingrong called softly again, and the emperor embraced her in his arms again.

On this day, An Lingrong had lunch with the emperor in the Yangxin Palace. After serving the emperor for a nap, she was taken to the imperial study to serve him.

After that, for three consecutive days, the emperor summoned An Lingrong to the imperial study. Not only was Yu Da Ying unhappy, but even Concubine Hua couldn't sit still.

Yikun Palace.

"Your Majesty, I went to ask to see the Emperor, but he refused to even see me. It must be that bitch Yi Chang who seduced the Emperor, otherwise the Emperor would not have seen me!" Yu agreed in a gentle voice, wiped her tears with a silk handkerchief, and said to Concubine Hua while sitting in the Yiku Palace.

"How dare you! You are such a disgrace, yet you dare to talk nonsense in front of me? I think you are tired of living! What can I do if the Emperor doesn't want to see you?!" Concubine Hua was flipping through the archived records of the emperor's concubines sent by the Jingshifang. Seeing that An Lingrong had almost caught up with her in the number of times she had been favored this month, she threw the booklet to Songzhi who was standing beside her.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! I will never dare to do it again!" Yu agreed and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Don't cry in front of me! If the emperor doesn't want to see you, then find a way to make him see you! Go back to your palace and figure it out yourself!"

Concubine Hua glared at Yu Da Ying who was kneeling at her feet with a fierce look. She was already very annoyed, and Yu Da Ying was crying here again, making her head hurt.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty, please forgive me!" Yu Da Ying was frightened by Concubine Hua's fierce eyes and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Get out! You useless thing!" Concubine Hua was too lazy to even deal with her at this time. Seeing her crying and coquettish look, she became even more annoyed.

"Yes." Yu Ying'er was frightened and quickly retreated. When she went out, she was so anxious that she tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground. She cried in pain. Because she was afraid of disturbing Concubine Hua, she held back and didn't dare to make any sound.

That night, Concubine Hua came to the Yangxin Palace with the purple ginseng and pheasant soup she had cooked herself.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Hua requested to see you. She said she brought chicken soup that she cooked herself." Su Peisheng came in, bowed, and spoke.

"Come in." The emperor was leaning on a soft pillow, rolling a string of beads in his hand, while An Lingrong was reading "The First Banquet and Tour to the Western Hills" to the emperor. When An Lingrong saw the emperor summon Concubine Hua to come in, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she usually likes to read travel books, she doesn't like reading. She has already drunk several cups of tea, and the emperor has no intention of stopping. This time she is finally saved.