An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Golden Partridge

It was another year of heavy snow in winter, and Prince Yi returned to Beijing after a year's absence. It was supposed to be an honor, but he fell ill suddenly at the New Year's Eve banquet due to overwork, and has been ill ever since.And not long after Prince Yi fell ill, King Guojun also had a cold and had to stay in bed.

It was the first lunar month when the imperial court was closed, and the emperor was rarely free, so he brought An Lingrong and nobleman Wan out of the palace to visit. When he came out of the palace gate, the emperor thought about it and asked someone to bring Ooyue.

Sitting in the emperor's sedan chair, An Lingrong asked with a light smile, "It's just a few steps away from the Qingliang Terrace of King Guojun, and you will find Ganlu Temple. Does the Emperor plan to visit your sister today?"

"On the day of Ozuyue's first birthday, I went to Suiyuxuan." The emperor suddenly talked about what happened two months ago, "Concubine Hui lives in the East Palace, and she didn't touch anything in the main hall, so I went in to look at it." Take a look." He looked at An Lingrong sadly, held her hand, trying to absorb a little warmth, "Ronger, she didn't take anything away, even her most beloved rose hairpin and jade shoes were left in the palace , Sauvignon Blanc, only she took away the Sauvignon Blanc, tell me, does she also miss me in her heart?"

An Lingrong's brows twitched slightly, hiding his emotions well, lowered his eyebrows and smiled softly: "Your Majesty, you'll know if you go and have a look?"

"You're right." The emperor felt relieved suddenly, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Prince Yi's mansion is majestic and majestic, full of royal airs everywhere, but without any luxurious decorations. Just like Prince Yi himself, there is a bit of elegance in his calmness, and he is upright yet somewhat casual.

"Fourth brother is here." Prince Yi was sitting on the bedside drinking medicine, his face wrinkled in pain.

"Greetings to the emperor, and Concubine Rong, the emperor's empress is blessed and safe." The one who served Prince Yi with medicine was his side Fujin, who was beautiful and well-mannered. After saluting the emperor and An Lingrong, he bowed to the nobleman After a half salute, "Your Majesty Wan is auspicious."

"You're polite to Fujin." An Lingrong smiled and raised his hand to signal her to excuse herself.

"Xiawu, make a pot of good tea, I'll talk to fourth brother." Prince Yi said, and then said to An Lingrong, "Young concubine, although Xiaowang's mansion is not all luxurious, it is also very interesting. , Your Majesty might as well walk around and have a look.”

An Lingrong heard that this meant talking to the emperor alone, stood up with a smile and said: "As soon as I entered the gate, I felt that the clothes in the prince's mansion made people's eyes bright. ?” Fu again accused the emperor, “The concubine is playful, the emperor must wait for the concubine.”

"You go." The emperor smiled and waved his hand.

Xia Wu also knew that it was not appropriate to go in at this time, so he took An Lingrong for a stroll in the yard, walked to a small pavilion and sat down. There was a bamboo stove burning in the pavilion, surrounded on three sides. Looking at it, I saw that the lake was vast and covered with white snow, which gave me the feeling of relief after a thousand sails had passed.

An Lingrong nodded involuntarily, and blurted out: "It's like throwing all the birds into the forest, leaving a piece of white land, it's so clean..."

"What did you say?" Xia Wu was making tea, shaking her hands, almost spoiling a pot of good tea, she raised her head to look at An Lingrong in some surprise.

An Lingrong suddenly came back to his senses, and blinked blankly: "Did I say anything?"

"Your Majesty said it was so white, so clean." Lady Wan said from the side, "I don't understand what that concubine means, but I just think it fits well with the scene in front of me."

But Xia Wu understood, her face was slightly solemn, and she said to An Lingrong: "Your Majesty's words must not be heard by others, or there will be another disturbance." The tea was handed to An Lingrong and nobleman Wan, and they put on a smiling face again, "Please taste and comment, my lord."

"Wu Fujin's craftsmanship is so good, I have never tasted such a sweet tea." An Lingrong took two sips and nodded appreciatively. .If the 'day time' replaces the 'cold night', this is exactly the situation."

"It's not as appropriate as the word 'Xueting', what do you think?" Xia Wu responded with a smile as if she had met a bosom friend.

"It's more neat." An Lingrong also laughed.

Mrs. Wan sat aside and couldn't get in the conversation, so she had to play with Ozuki.

It was not until after lunch that the emperor and the others got up to say goodbye. Before leaving, Xia Wu was still reluctant to part with An Lingrong, which aroused Prince Yi's amazement: "Xia Wu is rarely so close to people, today is quite unusual."

Xia Wu snorted softly and ignored him, and turned to An Lingrong and said, "I hit it off with my empress right away, and I will enter the palace another day to greet my empress."

"Okay, I will brew a pot of good tea to welcome Wu Fujin." An Lingrong nodded and smiled.

Yu Jia drove slowly to the suburbs, heading north all the way.

"The old thirteen said that your father's official position can be raised further. He recommended your father as the second-rank governor of Zhejiang Province. What do you think?" The emperor asked An Lingrong slowly, "I asked the imperial physician , Old Thirteen's body can't be tired any more in the future. I want him to rest, but I don't really have many people in my hands now. Your father can endure hardship and is willing to do things. If he can become my right-hand man, he will also It’s for me to share.”

An Lingrong's scalp tightened suddenly.

Although her father came back from the first rebirth and worked hard for so many years, the promotion from the eighth rank to the second rank, even if there is credit, is too eye-catching. An Lingrong thought of the past youth almost instantly. Jia and Zhen's family felt chills in their hearts.The emperor's suspicion is enough to wipe out a prosperous family in an instant, no matter how powerful or innocent, they cannot escape the emperor's suspicion in an instant.

At this moment, An Lingrong thought about countless answers, and finally chose the most direct statement: "The concubine does not understand the political affairs of the previous dynasty, and has never understood what my father did. I only know that my father is dedicated to the emperor. Effectiveness, whether it should be used or not, whether it is useful or not, is something the emperor should be clear about, what should I ask my concubine to do?"

The emperor nodded thoughtfully and didn't say any more. After a while, he raised his eyes, held An Lingrong's hand and smiled at her.

An Lingrong was relieved, and smiled slightly.

All the way to the Qingliang Terrace, A Jin, the servant of King Guojun, hurried in to report. An Lingrong looked around, only to find that the Qingliang Terrace was more delicate and compact, with careful attention everywhere. The pavilions and pavilions were low-key luxury. A full house adds a touch of elegance.

"Old Seventeen is not here, and there is no one to talk about poetry and painting with me." The emperor walked in with a smile on his face, and raised his hand to stop King Guo's salute, "Since you are sick, don't stick to etiquette."

"My lord is well." An Lingrong and nobleman Wan came in one after the other, followed by the wet nurse who was holding the moon.

"The imperial brother and the imperial concubine are in such a good mood today, but why do you suddenly think of coming here?" Guojun Wang seemed to be ill, his expression was a little stiff and ugly, but he still tried his best to greet him with a smiling face. welcome.

"It's rare that the snow has melted. It's boring to be bored in the palace all day. Come out for a walk." The emperor looked at King Guo and said, "I just went to see the old thirteen. Seeing that it was still early, I wanted to see you The imperial physician said that you had contracted a cold a few days ago, and you were not cured after taking the medicine. I see that you are in good spirits, but your complexion is a little ugly."

"Yeah, Yunyue heard that Uncle Seventeen is ill, so she came here to visit Uncle Seventeen." Lady Wan's beautiful eyes have been nailed to King Guojun since she entered the door, and she is not willing to move away even an inch. He opened his mouth hastily, seeing King Guo looking over, he was so excited that he was almost in tears, but he held back anyway, turned his head, and covered his emotions with the movement of the wet nurse holding Miyue forward.

"Hazy Moon is here too." King Guo stretched out his hand to tease him twice, which made Yunyue laugh uncontrollably.

An Lingrong didn't notice the strangeness of nobleman Wan, and her eyes fell on Yunyue: "Okay, well, Uncle Seventeen is sick, and Yunyue don't make trouble for Uncle Seventeen." She got up and took two steps, He suddenly heard a very soft weeping sound from behind the screen, and couldn't help but look back strangely.

The embroidered screen remained motionless, as if there was nothing unusual about it.

"This girl is a ghost, she knows you are sick, so she doesn't want you to hug her." The emperor smiled, and his words were full of love for Obi Moon, "That cleverness is exactly the same as her mother-in-law. "

An Lingrong's eyes flashed slightly, knowing that the emperor was talking about Zhen Huan and not Shen Meizhuang, but what she was curious about was why Prince Guo also changed his expression slightly.

"Old Seventeen, you haven't come to the palace for the past few months, and I feel so bored." The emperor said pointedly, "I don't even have anyone to talk to me about poetry, if she still..."

There was a sudden silence in the dormitory.

Lady Wan was still out of the situation, she carefully looked at every part of King Guojun, unwilling to miss a single bit.

"When I was young, I often listened to the emperor's brother and his sister-in-law talking about poetry and poetry, and singing together." Guojun Wang refused to admit that the emperor was talking about Zhen Huan, and pretended not to know "she" as Queen Chunyuan.

However, the emperor insisted on breaking through the screen window: "Later, only Mrs. Zhen could say a few words to me. Unfortunately, she is too uneducated." A look of pain appeared on his face, and he turned his eyes to Wan Wan. On the nobleman, "Although the nobleman Fu is good at singing and dancing, he is still not as talented as Zhen's."

Only then did Mrs. Wan come back to her senses, she sat in her seat at a loss, looked up at the emperor blankly, but saw the indifference in the emperor's eyes, and felt a chill in her heart.

This is the first time she has heard clearly from the emperor that she is a substitute, and it is not the Queen Chunyuan, but the concubine Zhen who was deposed from the palace-although this is a secret in the palace, but Since there is such a thing, there must be clues to follow, and nobleman Wan will be able to piece together the past after careful inquiries, and she can vaguely guess that the person in the dream may also be the prince, and she does not want to admit it , self-deceived whitewashing peace, continue to fight for favor in the palace, win favor.

But right now, the emperor has blatantly tore off this layer of fig leaf. In front of the prince, nobleman Wan felt ashamed and indignant, her heart was smashed to pieces immediately, and tears fell drop by drop.

"Why are you crying?" The emperor frowned in annoyance, "It's your blessing to be a bit like Huanhuan."

Seeing nobleman Wan who was crying silently and almost trembling, An Lingrong suddenly understood the emperor's intention of taking nobleman Wan out of the palace today.

Back then, Zhen Huan was heartbroken to death because the emperor accepted Wangui, so that only three days after giving birth to the moon, she dragged her sick body and insisted on leaving the palace. The nobleman pulled out to apologize, in order to tell Zhen Huan that for her, he had given up nobleman Wan.

This is his sincerity for peace.

An Lingrong closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look any further. She felt her chest was clogged.

"Zhen's, Zhen's." The child was ignorant, and Lu Yue repeated these two words in a milky voice.

The emperor ignored nobleman Wan, and smiled again: "Do you know who it is? You just follow suit." Turning to King Guojun, he said, "Your Qingliangtai has always been heard to be very good, I saw it today , It really is a good place.”

"If you like the emperor, you can come and sit here often." Guojun Wang's smile became more and more forced.

"It's so difficult to go out of the palace, how many officials are watching." The emperor smiled and shook his head, and his self-deprecating tone made the Guojun king laugh, "Although Qingliangtai is good, it lacks a mistress. You are not young, yes It's time to Nafujin."

"Let's talk about it again. If there is someone I like, I will regard her as the master of Qingliangtai and take care of her for the rest of my life." King Guojun was afraid that the emperor would give her a marriage on the spot, so he said hastily.

The emperor didn't have anyone to choose for a while, so he just mentioned casually: "It's good if you have your own ideas."