An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Golden Partridge

Time passed slowly, and the Changchun Palace was filled with a strong atmosphere of death. The queen lay quietly on the bed, staring blankly at a point in the void, and her voice was as hoarse as an old woman: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty hasn't come yet?" She said There was an abnormal flush on her face, like the last bit of red from the dying coral on the seabed. Her eyes couldn't help but look towards the screen in the distance, hoping that her husband would appear there.

But no, there were only a few faint candle shadows swaying on the plain white screen. The candlelight was full of light, but it could not illuminate the haze that filled the room, nor could it illuminate the gloom in the queen's heart. She heard Sui Lan's trembling voice reply. He said: "Eunuch Li said that the emperor is busy with government affairs and will not be able to come here until later."

The queen's breath suddenly weakened, and she shed tears in panic, and her voice was trembling: "Yes, there were many things in the past, and it is reasonable for the emperor not to come..." It was just the look of weakness in her eyes that exposed her, At this moment, she was no longer the empress of the middle palace, but a poor woman huddled in the corner, cowardly begging for her husband's love. Tears fell down the corners of her eyes. She reached out her hand and held the happy girl who was sitting silently at the end of the bed. Noble man, "Ah Yuan, don't hate him."

Yu Guiren's face was hidden in the dim shadows, but the queen could clearly see the bright tears on her face.

"Ayuan, it's me who is useless. I'm dragging myself down day by day. It's not the emperor's fault. Don't blame him." The queen's voice was still as gentle as usual. She sighed softly, "Since I was a child, I I was taught how to be a proper wife, take care of my husband and children, and take care of the family affairs, but I never thought that one day I would become a queen. This position has brought supreme honor to my family, but I know that this position is not It's easy to sit. I'm standing at the highest point of the Sixth Palace. If I take even half a step wrong on my errands, I will be shattered into pieces and fall into the abyss. Ah Yuan, I'm really scared." Tears burst out, and the queen's cry was low and gentle, Even now, she is still so gentle and gentle.

"What's so good about him? He deserves you to do this for him!" Yugui choked and gritted his teeth and said, "Shu Yao, he is full of imperial power. To achieve his goal, he used love as bait to lure you into the game and make you his leader. Later, he wandered around Wanhua and neglected you. Now that you are so ill, he doesn't even look at you - Hongli doesn't deserve your sincere treatment!"

"Ayuan, don't talk about him like that." The queen slightly opened her tearful eyes, "Everything is of my own free will and has nothing to do with the emperor. He is the master of the world and cannot be limited to small loves. He gives me There are enough. Yong Lian was just born, and the emperor secretly appointed him as the prince. Even if Yong Huang was born early, he did not let the concubine occupy the honorary position of the legitimate son. A Yuan, he has me in his heart, blame me... It's all my fault for not taking good care of Yong Lian..."

Yu Guiren wiped away his tears fiercely: "I will not forgive him."

The queen opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something more, but a cold chill rushed up from her body. She coughed suddenly, and clusters of scarlet exploded around her lips, dyeing them red. Her jade-like face also dyed Yuguiren's hazy eyes red.

"Shu Yao—"

The cold wind came at night, and the lanterns were blown out, which alarmed An Lingrong and Zhen Huan, who were at their desks analyzing the situation of the previous dynasty. Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yinzi hurried in: "For the Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager, a message from the Changchun Palace, the Empress Died."

The Queen passed away. These four words were like thunder, rolling through the hearts of An Lingrong and Zhen Huan. The two looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes. It was Zhen Huan who asked first: "What's going on?" ? When Doctor Qi came back to report a while ago, didn’t he say that the queen’s health was much better? Well, why did she suddenly disappear? "

"My servant doesn't know. I only heard from the palace officials in Changchun Palace that the Queen's illness was not a serious illness at first. It was caused by the excessive sadness due to the death of Prince Duanhui. However, the illness became lingering and she became increasingly unable to stand up. Not long ago, Dr. Qi got better after changing a new prescription, but for some reason, her health got worse and worse, until these two days..." Xiao Yinzi came one by one, and noticed something was wrong after talking, "Queen Mother Madam, do you need a slave to check it out?"

An Lingrong frowned tightly: "Go and check, don't miss a single detail." She turned to look at Doukou and whispered, "You and Xiao Yinzi go to check together, and you must get to the bottom of it."

Cardamom and Xiaoyinzi responded in unison.

An Lingrong lowered his eyes and thought deeply, then raised his head and told Dill: "Please come over tomorrow, Mr. Yu."

"Yes." Dill leaned forward to accept the order.

Cui Jinxi lit the candle again, and the bedroom was filled with light again, but Zhen Huan's eyes were as cold as ice: "I hope it's not what we thought."

However, the truth is always cruel.

"My servant went to investigate the prescriptions of the Imperial Hospital. The prescription left by Imperial Physician Qi has been shown to Imperial Physician Zhou. He said that there is nothing wrong with the prescription, but the dosage of two of the herbs must be carefully controlled. It takes too much time to decoct the medicine. Even if it's not enough, I kept an eye on it and went to check the dregs of the medicine that the Queen had drank two days ago." Xiao Yinzi's voice paused for a moment, "Those two medicines were twice as much. amount."

"Who is the one who cooks the medicine?" An Lingrong glanced at Yugui sitting under the couch and asked Xiao Yinzi.

Before Xiao Yinzi could reply, Yuguiren said in a low voice with a pale face: "It's a bamboo branch."

Xiao Yinzi nodded, and then retreated silently.

"Zhuzhi is the emperor's man, you should know that, right?" An Lingrong looked at Yugui quietly, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Yu Guiren raised her head to look at An Lingrong with empty eyes, and twitched her lips stiffly: "What does the Empress Dowager want to know?" She looked into An Lingrong's deep eyes and chuckled softly, "I know, I know. It's just some absurd things. If the Empress Dowager is willing to listen, it's okay for me to say more." She then told An Lingrong everything written in the booklet left by Concubine Zhe, until her mouth went dry. dry.

At the end, Yu Guiren slowly took a sip of tea to moisten his throat: "I have finished speaking, does the Queen Mother have anything else to ask?" An Lingrong looked at her and shook his head slowly: "No, Please kneel down."

Yu Guiren stood up and saluted. Before leaving, she said intentionally or unintentionally: "The book says that the emperor can live to be 88 years old. Does the Empress Dowager believe it?" Without waiting for An Lingrong's reply, she sneered again, Then he said to himself, "I don't believe it."

Watching Yu Guiren leave, An Lingrong vaguely remembered the dream she had when she was sitting on the porch and fell asleep that midsummer day, and her heart suddenly thumped.

"I knew that the emperor was bewitched by Concubine Zhe." Zhen Huan walked out from behind the screen, her face so gloomy that she could drip ink, "No wonder the emperor has no rules at all in doing things now. He thinks he is a prophet. Not only do you have to achieve something, but you also have to do it even better than what is written in the brochure - isn't this nonsense? Although I don't know where Concubine Zhe got such a brochure, anyone with a discerning eye should know what it says at a glance It’s not true, the emperor is really confused.”

An Lingrong pursed her lips tightly and guessed: "Yu Guiren said that the emperor has not read the booklet, and we don't know how much Concubine Zhe told the emperor, but I always feel that what she said is related to Yu." What the noble lady will see will be very different." She looked at Zhen Huan with a burning look, "As the noble lady said, Concubine Zhe died before the emperor ascended the throne. If Concubine Zhe wanted to survive, she must do everything possible to cover up the matter. Otherwise, wouldn't it be Is she cursing herself to die early? She misled the emperor, and even instilled many wrong ideas in him, such as the queen."

Zhen Huan looked stern and lowered her eyes slightly: "If I were the Concubine Zhe, I would do my best to throw dirty water on the Queen and make the Emperor hate the Queen in exchange for a chance of survival." She walked slowly to An Lingrong's side, "And wait until Once the queen died, the Fucha family, in order to prevent their power from slipping away, would definitely choose the latter between sending the family women into the palace again or supporting the Fucha clan who was already on the throne... Oh, she was so ambitious, she actually thought Be a queen."

"She is really stupid. She has no idea what consequences she will have if she says something like that to a king." An Lingrong slowly took a sip of tea and felt a bitter taste in her mouth. "The emperor is really ruthless. He He probably attacked the Queen because he felt that she could not give birth to a legitimate son for him. According to what Yu Guiren said, the Queen gave birth to two princes, but failed to keep them in the end. This is indeed the case. The Queen indeed failed to protect her. Yonglian..."

"Is he so obsessed?" Zhen Huan also felt a little emotional, "The Ulanara clan back then also valued the superiority of the direct descendants to an almost pathological level. I don't understand, is it really so important whether the direct descendants are descendants?"

An Lingrong's breath suddenly suffocated. Zhen Huan's words seemed to hit her heart with a heavy hammer, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

The funeral bell rang in the palace, and the emperor withdrew from court for nine days and served in prison for 27 days. He also ordered the concubines and princes to wear white mourning clothes. The princes had their hair braided and the concubines had their hair cut. All civil and military ministers of Manchu and Han Dynasty were not allowed to shave their heads until a hundred days later. On the 27th, the whole country mourned and stopped marrying and having fun on the th. Men removed their crowns and tassels, and women removed their earrings.All subjects in the world mourn for the death of the mother of the country.

Such a solemn funeral ceremony has never happened before, and the emperor personally decided on the word "Xiaoxian" as the posthumous title of the queen, and informed the Ministry of Rites: "The queen is from the Fucha family, the Dezhongxun family, and the teaching is the Mingzong. I will serve as my companion. After five years of service, he has been in the middle palace for two years. When he caught the emperor, he performed his filial piety and sincerity. He worshiped the Holy Mother and was deeply loved. He asked An Lan Palace to express his happiness and express his joy. He applied pepper spray to help with worries and diligently treated him. Fu Kunshun is the court's solemn and prudent etiquette; virtue and perseverance are the praises of the wise and virtuous people; Qin Kuanren is the one who catches people, and he advocates frugality and bows. This is what everyone in the palace knows, and it is also admired by hundreds of millions of people. He died on September , the second year of Qianlong's reign. He was only a supporter of the family, and he had been praised and praised for a long time. In memory of Yi Gui, Liang deeply mourned. It is appropriate to add a posthumous title, Zhao Maodian will last for thousands of years; he will keep the sound of Hui forever, and spread his legacy to Yi. Wu. There is no one who knows his ministers better than the king, no one who knows his children better than his father, and no one who knows his wife better than her husband. Yesterday, I wrote an elegy to the queen with the line "Saint kindness deeply remembers filial piety, and palaces and palaces praise virtuous people." I think about the two words filial piety and virtuous people The name reflects the queen's virtuous life and she should be given the posthumous title of Queen Xiaoxian. All necessary ceremonies will be performed and your ministry will report them as usual."

With such solemnity, everyone praised the emperor's deep love for the queen. The Fucha family was extremely grateful for the emperor's kindness, and they all wrote letters to express their gratitude. They repeatedly expressed their loyalty and vowed to follow the emperor to the death.

"He is good at taking advantage of people's hearts." After Zhen Huan heard about this, she couldn't help but feel a little ironic. "Back then, Rong Bao was a little reluctant to marry his daughter. Now that her daughter is gone, she is busy showing her loyalty." She held scissors. The bouquet was carefully trimmed, "In such a big family, I see that only the queen's brother has made some progress, and the rest, huh, are just superficial."

"Isn't this the case for all big families? From generation to generation, there will always be one or two generations that produce bad things. They are too lazy to eat, and they only want to enjoy themselves and not make progress. Naturally, the good things will be squeezed out by the bad things. No matter how big the family is, they will be eliminated. It's all over." An Lingrong watched Zhen Huan prune properly and the bouquet slowly took shape. He stared at the most beautiful purple chrysanthemum in the middle and murmured, "But if a good bamboo shoot grows into a towering green bamboo, it can support the whole Family is another matter."

Time flies by so fast. I wake up in the morning to put on my makeup and paint my eyebrows, and at night the rain and dew fall on my face. I sleep on my pillow and wait for the dawn. The days fly by day by day. As soon as I open my eyes, it's a new day.

Winter turned to spring, spring passed to summer solstice, and the newly selected beautiful ladies entered the palace in the summer of the third year of Qianlong's reign. All of them had red lips and white teeth, delicate and bright colors. Among them, Chang was especially favored by the Lu family. In just half a year, she was promoted to Qing concubine. , was in the limelight for a while, even if the news came out that the concubine was pregnant, it did not shake her favor in the slightest.

"Then what does the Lu family mean? She is just a beautiful girl from a poor family, but she dares to be on an equal footing with me?" Concubine Jia held her belly, so angry that her body couldn't stop shaking, "I have just been concubine, and yet you dare to contradict me in person?" Gong, you are so brave!"

Luzhu hurriedly comforted Concubine Jia and advised in a gentle voice: "My queen, don't be angry, or you may hurt the little prince in your belly." She helped Concubine Jia sit down, and then said, "Concubine Qing has someone as a guarantor. I heard that She goes out of her way to please the imperial concubine, and often goes to Xianfu Palace."

"Now the queen position in the palace is vacant. Although the imperial concubine has the highest status, she is useless. If she can't protect her, she will be gone in two years. Why please her? Humph, Concubine Qing is also a fool." Concubine Jia calmed down. After thinking for a while, he touched his belly and took deep breaths over and over again, "When I give birth to the prince and be promoted to the concubine, then I will deal with Concubine Xian. The queen's throne will be in my pocket. Take some time to take care of her slowly."

Sandalwood incense was lit in the bedroom, and when heated by the heater, it seemed stronger than ordinary sandalwood incense. The charcoal fire in the stove crackled and exploded with sparks, making it look even more weird in the quiet dark night.

However, what Jia Bin didn't know was that at this moment, Qing Bin was also plotting to attack her.

"Sister Yu, Xiangjia is already using it, is there anything else you need me to do?"

"No, just wait for the opportunity." (End of Chapter)