be a quiet golden finger

An Lingrong still fell ill, half nestled on the collapsed bed embroidering, half-needed.Baojuan came in and said: "Xia Chang is at the opposite door. I heard that his leg is broken. He is going to move to the cold palace! If you go to a place like the cold palace, you can't live for a few days." It's time to go to bed, Xiaozhu An must dress up well!"

Baojuan has been in the palace for several years, and seeing such things a lot, naturally she doesn't take it to heart, instead she gloats at Xia Dongchun's misfortune.

"This Baojuan is not a kind person, so we have to beware of her in the future." Zhang Qianqian glanced at Baojuan, very dissatisfied.

"Understood." An Lingrong stared at the flower in a daze, not knowing whether he heard Baojuan's words or Zhang Qianqian's words.She was so frightened that she couldn't even arouse much interest in serving the bed.

After a few days like this, Baojuan went to inquire about the news every day, not to say who was favored as a servant, or how many rewards someone got, his eyes were full of unwillingness and envy.

An Lingrong's health gradually improved, and he also brought up this thought.It's just that An Lingrong has nothing particularly outstanding after all, and he hasn't waited for a long time to serve him.

Bao Juan was still serving attentively at the beginning, but when she saw that An Lingrong hadn't served her bed yet, she slackened without a trace, and only asked the two little maids to take care of many things.

"These two young maids are quite diligent and organized, but they look too ordinary." Zhang Qianqian watched the two young maids tidy up the house, then sat on the round table and swayed their legs, "It should be good to train them well."

An Lingrong didn't feel unhappy when she heard that, in her capacity, if she was good-looking and smart, she wouldn't be able to be assigned to her.

"What do you look like sitting on the table?" An Lingrong drank tea, looking worried at his sister's mischief.She has gradually gotten used to talking to Zhang Qianqian quietly.

"What's the matter? Others can't see it." Zhang Qianqian was still very happy that she could stand or sit without standing. If she was as reserved as An Lingrong all day, she would probably be exhausted.But An Lingrong is still fine, and she likes her more and more dignified and virtuous appearance, she really is a woman suitable for living in the harem.

"I've been bored in the room for a few days, can't I be bored? Why don't you go to see Zhen Huan's sister later, I heard that she has been ill for several days." An Lingrong is still very sincere to Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang. Thinking of Zhen Huan's illness, her heart Also very worried.

"Go, go!" Zhang Qianqian jumped up happily, and at the end, she suddenly smiled at An Lingrong and said, "You care so much about Zhen Huan today, you must remember this sincerity in the future, and you must not give up because of others. One or two words of provocation will not be good with Zhen Huan."

"How could it be? Sister Zhen Huan treated me so well, and I will repay her kindness, so how could I be provoked by others and not be with her?" An Lingrong was a little angry, she always felt that Zhang Qianqian should not doubt her character.

"Look, I'm just saying that you're angry again," Zhang Qianqian sighed, "I know what you're thinking, so I won't doubt your character, but Zhen Huan doesn't know what you're thinking, if one day she will be like this Speaking of you, you are angry again, isn’t it a birthright?” Seeing An Lingrong’s complexion improved, he continued to persuade: “I’m serious, no matter what, you still have to get along with Zhen Huan, so that you can live in the palace. better?"

"Could it be possible that Sister Zhen is capable enough to be favored even more than Sister Shen?" An Lingrong was still very puzzled. If it comes to being favored, of course it must be Shenmeizhuang now. Zhang Qianqian didn't say that she should befriend Shenmeizhuang. However, she persuaded her to get along with Zhen Huan every day.Zhen Huan, like her, has not yet gone to bed, and it is said that she is too sick to get up.

"You will know what she is capable of in the future. Anyway, listen to me." Zhang Qianqian couldn't explain it clearly for a while. After all, now that An Lingrong didn't have strong wings to break through by herself, she didn't need to waste her time talking about those things in the future. Everything is explained clearly.

An Lingrong didn't get an explanation, so she still went to visit Zhen Huan full of doubts.

Zhen Huan looked pale, she lay on the bed and drank the medicine, she was really seriously ill.An Lingrong asked a few questions about his condition with concern, and then said a few things about the palace.She wanted to mention Xia Dongchun's matter, but thought that Zhen Huan fell ill because of fright, so she swallowed it again.

When winter came and the weather turned cold, An Lingrong's life became worse and worse, and Zhen Huan's place was gradually neglected.Under Zhang Qianqian's reminder, An Lingrong still often visited Zhen Huan, sometimes bringing gadgets she made, and sometimes folding some flowers that hadn't faded to put in vases for Zhen Huan.

A few times, I happened to meet Shen Meizhuang, Shen Meizhuang was very brightly dressed, but also exuded an indescribable virtuous and quiet.An Lingrong often looked at himself in the mirror, thinking that the emperor liked women like Shenmeizhuang.It's a pity that she can't learn Shen Meizhuang's elegant demeanor, nor can she learn that full of knowledge.

She also wanted to visit Shenmeizhuang more, hoping that the emperor would meet him by chance, and remembered her little promise that was still in the corner.It's just that there are too many guests in Shenmeizhuang, either that noble person or this one who is always there.Many times, Shen Meizhuang had to go to the Queen or Concubine Hua to help with things.

So An Lingrong also understood that Shenmeizhuang had no time to receive him, and it was useless for him to do so.Later, An Lingrong fell in love with visiting Zhen Huan often.At least, Zhen Huan and she are poor people who have been forgotten.

On this day, An Lingrong went to see Zhen Huan, met Shen Meizhuang on the road and went with him.

"I heard that the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs embezzled things so ruthlessly, even ordinary things like tea and silver charcoal. It doesn't matter if sister Huan doesn't have good tea, but it's so cold in winter, and she's sick again, so she doesn't have silver. How can Tan live. I packed up a few boxes of silver carbon and gave her an emergency first, and then I talked to the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and I can’t tell them to look down on Huan’er..." Shen Meizhuang was always busy. Withholding the buckle, he became very angry immediately, talking to An Lingrong all the way.

"It's ridiculous, my sister went to say hello, I think the House of Internal Affairs will take care of my sister's face." An Lingrong echoed with a smile.

"Why don't you tell Shen Meizhuang to mention you by the way when she sends someone to say hello?" Zhang Qianqian suggested from the side.

It's been two months since he entered the palace, and An Lingrong hasn't served the bed yet, so the maids and eunuchs in the palace are of course looking after the dishes.It is not uncommon for Xiunu to enter the palace without serving her bed all her life.As a result, not only Zhen Huan's belongings were withheld, but An Lingrong's were also severely withheld.Baojuan complained every day about this and that, and said that he would have to wait for a long time to get the monthly payment.

"Sister Shen and Sister Zhen have been friends since childhood. What kind of friendship do I have with Sister Shen? Why bother Sister Shen." An Lingrong was used to living in poverty since he was a child. With the little things sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, although life is very tight, it can still live.

That being said, An Lingrong's heart was still heavy.Zhang Qianqian didn't persuade her any more, and just sighed.

After arriving at Zhen Huan's place and staying with her for half a day, An Lingrong took Bao Juan back, when he met Concubine Hua's sedan chair on the road, he knelt down on the side of the road to pay his respects.Unexpectedly, Concubine Hua's sedan chair passed by without a single pause.

"My status is low, I can't blame everyone in the palace for forgetting me." An Lingrong said in his heart.

"It's a good thing that Concubine Hua doesn't see you in her eyes. Shenmeizhuang is beautiful, but it hurts Concubine Hua's eyes. I don't know how much I will suffer in secret!" Zhang Qianqian threatened An Lingrong, "Maybe Hua The concubine will tell her to kneel there every day to grind ink, she will be reprimanded for no reason, and she will be punished if she fails to do a little thing."

"If she remembers you like this, you are out of luck!"

"That's true." An Lingrong also felt that Zhang Qianqian's words made sense, and it's not a good thing to force her head now.However, for a woman who lives in the harem and is surrounded by the emperor's pampering, if there is infinite pampering and everyone rushes to flatter her, what is a little bit of bad luck?

"You..." Hearing what An Lingrong was thinking, Zhang Qianqian suddenly felt that he was at a loss for words.

Yes, she is not considered a harem woman, so she doesn't have to worry about being looked down upon because she doesn't have the emperor's favor, and she doesn't have to worry about her face being withered in a corner for a long time in the future, and she doesn't have to live by anyone's face.How could she understand An Lingrong's panic about her ignorance of her future?

"My lord, get up!" Bao Juan still remembered that she was An Lingrong's personal servant girl, and hurriedly helped An Lingrong who was in a daze to get up.

"Well," An Lingrong got up with Baojuan's support, and walked forward quickly without seeing Zhang Qianqian's expression.She didn't dare to look at Zhang Qianqian's expression, because Zhang Qianqian knew all the ugly desires in her heart.

"An Lingrong, it's not a bad thing to want to be favored and live well." Zhang Qianqian suddenly felt that it was a painful thing to know all the thoughts in the other person's heart.However, she still had to comfort An Lingrong: "You will be favored by the emperor, and everyone will no longer dare to despise you and abuse you, but you have to wait, wait for a while."

Hearing this, An Lingrong suddenly stopped in his tracks.Under the shadow of the dark sky, no one noticed that her eyes were red, she was sad for herself, and she was ashamed of her thoughts.

During the Chinese New Year, An Lingrong sat at the last family banquet in the palace.Although the dishes at the family banquet were not very tasty, she was still very happy to see the emperor.Of course, at the banquet, the emperor didn't even glance at her.

"King Guo is really good-looking!" After all, he is 17 years old, much handsomer than the 40-year-old emperor.Zhang Qianqian wandered around King Guo, smiling like a nympho.

"The emperor still has majesty." An Lingrong is worthy of being a person who strictly abides by the three obediences and four virtues. A woman who becomes an emperor has no thought for other men.

It's just that the emperor didn't seem to be interested in celebrating the new year. He just drank a little wine and watched a little song and dance before getting up and going out.

An Lingrong was very curious, and watched the emperor go out helplessly.But Queen Concubine Hua and the others didn't go out, how could she leave?It's frustrating.

King Guo also followed, and Zhang Qianqian also wanted to follow.She vaguely remembered the scene where Zhen Huan met the emperor and King Guojun on New Year's Eve.It's a pity that she can't be too far away from An Lingrong.

An Lingrong could only eat and drink at the banquet boringly, but Zhang Qianqian could only watch the fun of singing and dancing.

"Hey, I'm listening to an ancient song. I don't understand it either. I might as well go back and listen to your singing!" Zhang Qianqian floated to sit next to An Lingrong, playing with her shawl hair boredly.

"It's a bit boring." What An Lingrong said was boring, naturally it was boring when the emperor left, "I don't know where the emperor has gone."

"Where are you going?" Zhang Qianqian thought for a while before saying, "I don't remember the name, but it's a place where plum blossoms are grown anyway!"

Ordinarily, this kind of important plot can be found in Jinjiang fan literature, but Zhang Qianqian forgot that not every author likes to write the plot of the original work.And even after writing the fanfiction of these plots, Zhang Qianqian would have to spend a while looking for them one by one.What's more, now that her account balance is zero, she has to earn Jinjiang coins first to unlock those VIPs!