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

The emperor glanced at Zhen Huan and saw a faint smile on her face, so he said, "You don't need to worry about who wrote it, just tell me what you think of the poem."

"I dare say that the poems in this collection are not very well written. I have read a few and don't find anything worthy of praise." Zhen Huan said with a smile, and when she saw the emperor nod, the smile on her face became even brighter.

During these days when she was favored, the emperor always loved to discuss poetry and songs with her, and often said that he liked her outspokenness, which made her feel warm in her heart and a little shy on her face.

"So what you said is that this poem is not that good and it is hard to buy outside. Who would specially seek it out to collect it?" The emperor sat cross-legged on the Luohan bed, no longer looking at her, but picked up An Lingrong's calligraphy and read it carefully.

Zhen Huan was stunned, not understanding why the emperor asked this. Seeing that the emperor no longer looked at her, she secretly wondered what the emperor meant, but for a moment she had no clue.

When he caught a glimpse of An Lingrong looking at him, he looked up and saw that An Lingrong seemed to be shaking her head gently at him.

"Perhaps he really likes the poem, or it is from a close friend, so he would look for it and treasure it up." Zhen Huan hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

She saw through An Lingrong's little movements, and understood that she was pretending to be confused, but she was about to be crowned, and reason told her that she must not trust An Lingrong at this time.

What's more! This collection of poems was found by the Emperor, and I couldn't say anything bad about it. Otherwise, I would feel that An Lingrong had ulterior motives.

"Don't you think these poems and songs are full of flattery and praise evil?" The emperor spoke, still without looking at Zhen Huan. Zhen Huan was startled when she heard this and looked at An Lingrong again.

This time, An Lingrong didn't look at her again. Instead, she picked up the tangerine at hand and started peeling it.

Seeing An Lingrong's actions, Zhen Huan felt cold in her heart: Sure enough, she is not a good person! She must have known that she would not believe her, so she just shook her head. She was not careful, but she really fell into her trap!

"I didn't read it carefully. I just felt that this poem was ordinary. It didn't promote anything evil." Zhen Huan was panicked for a moment, then she calmed herself down and tried to make amends with a smile. An Lingrong heard the panic in her tone.

"The poet is praising Yun?" The emperor finally stopped what he was doing and looked at Zhen Huan.

"Are these what are being written now?" After hearing this, Zhen Huan remembered the last time the emperor listened to her plea and conferred a title on the son of the Tenth Prince, and she suddenly stopped panicking.

Although she didn't know why the emperor suddenly mentioned the Tenth Prince again, the emperor had already conferred a title on the son of Prince Yung, so he should not be wary of the Tenth Prince, so she spoke up.

"Is it Yun? Or Prince Dun?" The emperor said slowly, and then continued to look at the words in his hand with a gloomy look.

An Lingrong handed the peeled tangerine to the emperor. The emperor looked up, took the tangerine, but held it in his hand with no intention of eating it.

"That's easy to explain. In the past, when Prince Dun was in power, he naturally had more people flattering him. There must have been quite a few poetry collections like this."

Zhen Huan still had a faint smile on her face as she looked at the tangerines in the emperor's hand and then glanced at An Lingrong.

During these days, she and the emperor were in tune with each other. She saw that the emperor did not eat the tangerines, and did not even say a word to An Lingrong, but had been talking to her non-stop since she entered the room. Therefore, she felt that the emperor was closer to her.

"Then tell me, how should I deal with those who collected these poems?" This time the emperor looked at Zhen Huan, put down the paper in his hand, leaned back, broke off a slice of tangerine and put it in his mouth, his eyes still dim.

"I dare not speak nonsense."

Zhen Huan lowered her head but had a smile on her face. It had been like this these days. The Emperor often asked for her opinion on many things and often praised her for her unique insights. There was a hint of arrogance in his eyes when he looked at An Lingrong.

When Zhen Huan raised her eyes, she thought An Lingrong would look unhappy, but she picked up the brush beside her and started writing again...

In fact, An Lingrong was a little nervous at this time, and the previous words could be temporarily covered up by saying that ignorance is not a crime.

But if she couldn't answer the latter question well, she was afraid that the opportunity she had just fought for Zhen Yuandao to avoid being exiled would be wasted.

An Lingrong felt Zhen Huan's gaze and couldn't help but glance at Zhen Huan, but saw a hint of a triumphant smile on Zhen Huan's face.

"You can talk as you like. I'll just listen to you casually." The emperor spoke, continued eating the tangerine in his hand, and looked at Zhen Huan.

An Lingrong took a deep breath and continued working on the post.

What is fate? Maybe this is fate...

"This matter has already passed. Why should Your Majesty pursue it? Just destroy these poems.

As for the person who collected the poems, the emperor can just give him a warning. If he is severely punished, it will make people think that the emperor is holding on to this matter, making people uneasy, which is not conducive to winning the hearts of the people in the former court and the harem. "

Zhen Huan still smiled and spoke. An Lingrong was horrified when she heard the last sentence. Zhen Huan was so bold now that she even dared to say something like "former court and harem". It was obvious that the emperor had indulged her in "nonsense" these days...

An Lingrong raised her eyes and glanced at the emperor, and saw that the emperor was not as indifferent as she had thought.

In her previous life, Zhen Huan was extremely meticulous. An Lingrong couldn't believe that this was the first time the Emperor had tested her, and how come she was completely unaware of it?

An Lingrong glanced at Zhen Huan, only to see that she was still smiling, and continued to work on her post. As expected, one should not live too comfortably...

"You go back first!" said the emperor, picking up the rosary on the low table and turning it in his hands.

After these words were spoken, Zhen Huan seemed to finally react and looked at the emperor's expression. Although the emperor did not look at her at this time, the cold atmosphere in the palace made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, did I say something wrong?" Zhen Huan quickly stood up and bowed, with an uneasy look on her face.

"No, you can go back now. You will have to hold the canonization ceremony in a few days. Go back and have a good rest."

Although the emperor said this, An Lingrong saw that the rosary in his hand was spinning faster and faster.

"I'll take my leave." Zhen Huan still felt a little uneasy, but when the emperor mentioned the matter of enthronement, she felt that he would not blame her. However, she could not ask any more questions at this time, so she had to get up and leave.