An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Golden Partridge

"Fate is determined by God, can you accept it?"

"What if you don't accept your fate?"

"Climb that Wuwu Snow Mountain and you can change your destiny against the odds. However, if you make a desperate move, you need to give up the reincarnation of the future life. Once you go there, there will be no way back."

"Thank you Fairy, I'm willing to go."

Wuwu Snow Mountain, covered with white snow, stretches into one piece with the gray sky. It is impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth. When a person walks on it, it is as small as a drop in the ocean.

Walking into the wind, An Lingrong felt only ice flowing in her blood. She stumbled and walked for an unknown amount of time until she fell exhausted and fell into the snow, with a faint sigh floating in her ears.

"Why bother? The Imperial City of the Qing Dynasty is not a treasure, so why do you have to go back..."

Yes, why bother going back?The imperial city is just a place that eats people. After finally getting free, why bother to look back...

An Lingrong was lying in the snow, looking at the snowflakes falling all over the sky. She seemed to be suffering from snow blindness and could not see anything clearly. But in this trance, she suddenly remembered that day, when Zhen Huan pushed away the door of Weiyang Palace. The door looked like it was walking towards her step by step. In a flash of thought, she recalled the sight of Honghao sleeping on her lap on a bright spring day, and the scene when everyone gathered in Weiyang Palace that day...

Because I can't bear to...

I can't bear to erase these important memories and forget those important people, so I have to go back at all costs...

Since you can be reborn, you can change your life. Now that you can change your life, it is up to me to decide what your destiny will be!

An Lingrong staggered up and continued to walk forward.

The Wuwu Snow Mountain towers into the clouds, and you can't see the edge, as if you will never reach the end...

Winter turns to spring, time passes by, and in the blink of an eye it’s midsummer again, and the cicadas chirp one after another, making people upset and irritated.

Su Peisheng walked out of the Yangxin Hall and closed the door gently without even daring to breathe. He turned around and knocked Xiao Xiazi on the head: "You idiot, can't you hear the cicadas and ghosts outside making such a noise? If you don't hurry up and find someone to stick it with a stick, Long Xing will do something wrong soon, so watch your heads."

Xiao Xiazi hurriedly called people to go to work, then turned around and asked: "Is the Emperor in a bad mood today?"

Su Peisheng glared at him: "When will the emperor be in a good mood?"

Xiao Xiazi closed her mouth calmly, as if she had a mirror in her heart.Since the death of Concubine Rong, the emperor has never smiled or stepped into the harem. Except for going to court, he shut himself up in the Yangxin Hall all day long to handle government affairs, as if he didn't care about his body at all. He devoted himself to government affairs and refused to listen to anyone's advice.

Xiao Xiazi watched people gluing the cicadas off the tree one by one, and suddenly remembered the summer last year, when the emperor's temperament changed drastically. Wen Gui and Kang Gui were scolded for just wearing brighter clothes, and they even behaved honestly. Sun Changzai was also demoted to a promise because of some trivial matters. For a while, people in the palace were panicked. Those who served in front of the emperor worked with their hearts in their mouths every day until Lord An became seriously ill and died.

Xiao Xiazi still remembers the day when An Jingxuan went to the palace to announce his funeral.After the emperor heard the news, he sat alone in the Yangxin Hall for a long time, as if he had aged in an instant. He sat from day to night, and from night to dawn, and then he went up to the tall building of Qianqing Gate alone and stood there. A whole day.

Since that day, the emperor has become what he is today. He only immersed himself in the former dynasty and never entered the harem again.

In the Yongshou Palace, Zhen Huan was reading a book. Longyue and Lingxi were sitting on the floor playing jigsaw puzzles. Hongyang squatted aside and watched curiously. Hongzhao ran in from outside, holding a bouquet of hibiscus flowers in his hand: "Eniang, Eniang, Look at the flowers Brother Seven picked for me."

The stray wind blew in from outside the door. Zhen Huan raised her head, looked at the flowers in Hong Zhao's hand, and smiled sadly: "It's so beautiful. What is your seventh brother doing today?"

"Seventh brother made a wreath for Empress Rong and asked Dill to send it to the Yangxin Hall, and then went to practice Chinese calligraphy." Hong Zhao said while raising his face and letting Liu Zhu wipe his sweat, "Empress Shun I’m here too, making incense powder on the porch with Sister Cardamom.”

"Have you gone to pay your respects to your Majesty?" Zhen Huan nodded, put down the book in her hand and asked.

"Eunuch Su said that Mr. Zhang Tingyu was discussing politics with Emperor Ama inside, and my son came back first." Hong Zhao climbed up on the couch on his hands and knees and sat next to Zhen Huan, "Eniang, Huang Ama has been very busy recently, little one. Xia Zi said, Huang Ama didn't even take a bite of food in the past two days, and just went to see the ministers. When I left, I heard Eunuch Su lecture him, asking him to hold his head in the palm of his hand to serve him these days."

Zhen Huan probably knew what the reason was, but she didn't want Hong Zhao to know too much, so she just hesitated for a few words and then said: "Your Aunt Seventeen will come over to pay her respects later. You can take your younger brothers and sisters to honor the concubine." Let’s play in the palace and come back after dinner.”

"Sister Haoyue, aren't you going?" Hong Zhao looked at Haoyue longingly.

Long Yue raised her face and said with a smile: "I want to go to Yanqing Hall to see Sister Wen Yi. The Weaving Department is here today to measure clothes and prepare to make Sister Wen Yi's wedding dress. Empress Duan said that I have good taste and specially asked me to go. "

"Your Majesty Duan has become weaker and weaker recently. Don't make trouble with her when you go." Zhen Huan touched Long Yue's head and warned her.The sound of falling flowers could be vaguely heard in the courtyard. Zhen Huan was enjoying the coolness with a silk fan, but her mind was far away.

Nowadays, the border is not peaceful, and there are traces of Jungar's ambition. However, the emperor is busy implementing national affairs, and since the northwest is pacified, the chieftains in the southwest are revolting one after another, so he has not been able to spare his hands to take care of it. Until the late spring of this year, Mo Ge Khan led 40 cavalry to Yanming Pass. Generals Yue Zhongqi and Fu Erdan sent by the emperor could not stand the bitter heat and fell ill from heat stroke, making it difficult to fight.

As the saying goes, a thousand armies are easy to obtain, but good generals are hard to find.Now that there are unscrupulous generals available in the court, the emperor thought about it, discussed it with Zhang Tingyu, and decided on Prince Guo as the leader.

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Why did Fujin think of coming here to sit here today?" This is not the first time Zhen Huan has met Meng Jingxian. She knows that she is a thoughtful and thoughtful person, so she is more careful and polite in dealing with her. "The snow-capped peaks in my treasure collection are full of emerald green. Let Fu Jin taste them."

Meng Jingxian always greeted everyone with a smile, but today she had a sad look on her face. She picked up the tea cup and took a sniff: "Of course the things in the palace are excellent, but it's a pity that I am already one month pregnant. Enjoy it, otherwise I really want to taste this good tea."

The ruby ​​pendant beside her ear swayed for a moment, and a surge of acid rushed straight up. Zhen Huan was in a daze for a moment, and the corners of her eyes inadvertently revealed a sense of sadness, and even her smile froze.

Cui Jinxi was still alert and said with a smile: "Fu Jin is very happy. I will go and get a bowl of bird's nest for Fujin." She smiled and handed another cup of tea to Zhen Huan.

"That's really a great joy." Zhen Huan came back to her senses, and felt the hot heat in her palms. Following her pulse, her body slowly warmed up, "But why did Fujin go to the palace to tell me in the bright sun? What? Does the prince know about this? "

Meng Jingxian raised her head and looked at Zhen Huan, her graceful eyes hid countless dark gleams, the pink tassels on her temples swayed slightly, and her tone was as cold as frost: "Your Majesty is the first person besides me to know about this matter." She looked straight at Zhen Huan, "I came from the Duke's palace and have been in love with the prince for many years. I never thought that the reason why I married the prince was not because I was a good match, nor because we were in love, but because of a mottled and old face." Little statue.”

"What did Fujin want to say?" Zhen Huan's expression slowly cooled down, and she realized that Meng Jingxian came here with bad intentions today.

"Who is that little portrait? Your Majesty should know better than me." Meng Jingxian lowered her eyes and played with the spoon carelessly, her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. The remaining three words of "no choice" are really ridiculous." She shook her head slightly, with a sad and bitter smile on her lips. She looked at Zhen Huan, and her words were full of temptations, "It is God's mercy that I am able to conceive this child. Your Majesty will definitely be happy too, right?"

Zhen Huan looked directly at Meng Jingxian with a smile, but there was no trace of smile in her eyes: "Fu Jin, I would like to advise you, suspicion can easily give rise to evil spirits. The more you think about many things, the more likely it is to cause trouble. Those who don't think too much are smart people."

"I hope so." Meng Jingxian sighed sadly, "I don't want to think too much about it. If I think about it any more, I'm afraid it will be a heinous crime." She put down the spoon, and without touching the bird's nest, Lingling said, "I'm entering the palace today. , In fact, I have a request from the empress, and I hope that the empress will fulfill her wish." Before Zhen Huan could speak, she continued, "The emperor wants to send the prince to Yanming Pass to take charge. Although it is just a false name, he will eventually go to the battlefield, and there will be no weapons or weapons on the battlefield. "Eye, I don't want to lose Amma as soon as the child is born, so I would like to ask my concubine to persuade the emperor." She stood up, bowed and knelt down.

Zhen Huan's hand waving the fan paused slightly, but she still had a flawless smile on her face: "The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, Fujin has forgotten?" She smiled lightly, "But I heard that the emperor allocated two thousand sergeants from the Xiaoqi Battalion to The prince only wants him to guard Yanming Pass and does not intend to let him go to the front line, so Fujin can rest assured."

Meng Jingxian didn't expect Zhen Huan to stop her words immediately, and her face suddenly turned blue.Guarding Yanming Pass can take as short as half a year or as long as several years. Now is the critical moment. How can the prince escape?What if the emperor has bad intentions? Yanming Pass is a long way away. If the prince cannot make it back, won't all his previous efforts be in vain?
Meng Jingxian didn't want to admit that the current King Guo was no longer the same person he was back then. He had no intention of usurping the throne or seizing power. The two years of running around were just her passion. Going to guard Yanming Pass might be the reason for Guo. What the prince asked for, so after getting the news, she did not go to persuade Prince Guo, but came to Zhen Huan, hoping to make the emperor give up the idea - but Zhen Huan was unwilling to help her.

She raised her head and took a deep look at Zhen Huan, with resentment and unwillingness in her eyes. However, she said nothing more in the end, annihilating the surging emotions in her eyes, and said goodbye in a low voice.

"Fu Jin, I'd like to advise you if you talk too much." Zhen Huan said calmly to stop Meng Jingxian's footsteps, her voice was as clear as the wind, "For the sake of the prince and the children, some things should be stopped. If you do unjust things, you will be killed. Fujin takes care of himself."

Meng Jingxian stood there in shock. She didn't even dare to look back at Zhen Huan's expression, and she didn't even dare to ask her what she knew. She paused for a while before holding on to the maid's hand and hurried away, pretending that she didn't hear Zhen Huan's words.

There was a raging storm at Yanming Pass. Mog Khan, relying on his strong troops, strong horses, and sufficient food and grass, took the opportunity to ask the Qing Dynasty to reward 300 million taels of silver every year, and then use silk horses and other horses as tributes. This had the intention of breaking the foundation of the imperial court. In order to test the emperor, he He invited himself to Beijing for a visit and brought elite troops to station outside the city, becoming more and more aggressive.

However, God bless the Qing Dynasty, an epidemic broke out in Zhungeer, and Moge had already moved into the capital inn. Taking advantage of the midsummer heat, the emperor held a banquet to summon him in the Old Summer Palace, and delayed him for more than a month until the epidemic. It broke out suddenly and was difficult to save.

"Seventh Brother, didn't you follow Concubine Xi to the Old Summer Palace? Why are you back?" Concubine Shun looked at Honghao who had left and returned with some surprise, and stepped forward with a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, "Little Yinzi, The sun is so bright outside, why don’t you hold an umbrella for Brother Seventh?”

Honghao replied dully: "Ms. Shun, you're not going either, and I don't want to go either." He casually wiped the sweat from his neck and ran into Chengxi Hall, "Aunt Dill, I want to drink Green bean soup."

"Okay, slave, let's do it now." Dill walked out of the dormitory with water in her hand, and Zhou Nan followed her, "Mr. Zhou, the acupuncture time today is longer than usual. Is there something wrong with the empress?"

Zhou Nan is only in her early thirties, but her temples are already frosty white, but her eyes, which have been silent for a long time, are shining a little today: "I checked your mother's pulse today, but she seems to be much stronger than usual, so the acupuncture method has been adjusted, so it took a long time." A little longer." He looked at Honghao, who was walking quickly in front of him. After trying hard for a long time, he stretched out his stiff muscles and smiled, "Brother Seven, your Majesty may be waking up soon."

Honghao slowly opened his eyes, his pupils trembling: "Really?"

As if in response to his words, a thin call floated out in the wind: "Honghao..."

Resurrect, my love!

(Tomorrow is Huan Huan’s home game, which corresponds to the two episodes of the drama version of Mog. If you don’t want to watch it, you can take a day off~)