The Legend of Zhen Huan: Year after year, we share the spring breeze

When she came out of Xianfu Palace, An Lingrong was already a little tipsy.

"Su Ye, this place is very close to the Imperial Garden. Why don't we go for a walk?" Without waiting for Su Ye to reply, An Lingrong had already headed towards the Imperial Garden.

Following the path cleared by the palace servants, the master and servant actually arrived at the Yime Garden.

An Lingrong looked at the scenery in front of her. Every red plum blossom was blooming warmly and ostentatiously, its petals as hot as flames, its stamens fresh and attractive, emitting bursts of fragrance.

An Lingrong couldn't help but sigh, wishing she had a camera right now. She moved lightly between the plum trees, feeling the gentle touch of falling snowflakes. The hem of her clothes fluttered in the breeze, letting the snow from the plum blossoms fall onto her clothes. The breeze brushed against her face, bringing a slight coolness and brightening her mood. Gradually, she felt a slight intoxication rising to her, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes became hazy.

"Su Ye, stand there and I will recite a poem for you!"

Just by looking at An Lingrong's face, Su Ye knew she was drunk. She looked around nervously, not wanting anyone else to see her young mistress in this state. She anxiously advised, "Young mistress, let's go back to the palace and recite again!"

After saying that, he went forward to pull her.

An Lingrong looked around, picked up a branch from the ground, used it as a sword, and pointed it at Su Ye: "Don't move, listen!"

Su Ye stood still obediently for a moment.

"The scenery of the north is a thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of drifting snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only wilderness remains. The mighty rivers have lost their roar. The mountains dance like silver snakes, the plains gallop like wax elephants, trying to compete with the heavens for height. It takes a clear day to see the red and white veils, so enchanting."

"This land is so beautiful, it has attracted countless heroes to its feet. Unfortunately, the Qin Emperor and Han Emperor were slightly inferior in literary talent. The Tang Emperor and Song Emperor were slightly less charming. The great Genghis Khan was only good at shooting eagles with a bow. All of them are gone, and the heroes of today are still to be seen."

An Lingrong was reciting poems and dancing with a sword at the same time. Su Ye was afraid that she would fall, so he could only go back and forth to support her. The master and servant were in a panic.

Suddenly, applause broke out: "Good words, good words."

The reason why An Lingrong dared to act so recklessly was that she thought that no one would come out to appreciate the plum blossoms in the cold weather. Now, when she heard someone applauding and cheering, her drunkenness instantly dissipated and she looked in the direction of the sound.

Yongzheng was wearing a black fox fur cloak, revealing the bright yellow dragon robe underneath, and Su Peisheng stood beside him with his waist hunched.

No matter how dumb An Lingrong was, she could guess the identity of the visitor.

"Your Majesty, I, An, pay my respects to you. May your Majesty be blessed with good health and happiness."

This was the first time that An Lingrong had such close contact with the emperor.

Having just recovered from the effects of drunkenness and having performed such a grand ceremony, An Lingrong felt a little dizzy and quickly reached out to support Su Ye who was also performing the ceremony.

Su Ye was also panicking. Suddenly, the young lady supported her and her body began to shake. She quickly supported herself with her hands and tried to stabilize herself.

Yongzheng couldn't help but laugh, thinking she was just weak from illness, so he personally went forward to help her up, "An Changzai, how are you?"

An Lingrong perked up: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am now fine."

"Since you are fine, why haven't you seen the Ministry of Internal Affairs put up your green badge?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." An Lingrong was speechless and could only bite the bullet and say, "Cough, cough, cough, Your Majesty still has a cough."

Yongzheng could see through the tricks of the person in front of him, but he didn't expose her. He sniffed the faint smell of alcohol in the air and continued to ask: "Have you been drinking? Aren't you still sick?"

"Wine, wine can warm the body and is good for the body!" Just make it up!

Yongzheng was not ready to let her go and continued to ask, "Who did you drink with?"

An Lingrong quickly recalled the palace rules. It seemed that there was no rule that concubines were not allowed to visit the garden after drinking?

Although I really don't want to betray Shen Meizhuang, the crime of deceiving the emperor is no joke. Besides, if the emperor wants to know, he can find out in minutes.

"Your Majesty, I spoke with Concubine Shen today and had dinner at Xianfu Palace. I also asked Concubine Shen for a cup of osmanthus wine bestowed by the Emperor."

Yongzheng said with concern, "You two seem to have the leisure time, but the weather is getting colder now. It's better not to go out after drinking, so as not to catch a cold!"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I will keep it in mind!"

"Accompany me back to the Yangxin Palace!"

Yongzheng waved away the imperial carriage and slowly walked towards the Yangxin Palace with An Lingrong.

It was as warm as spring in the Yangxin Palace, and two large fire pots were burning day and night.

Yongzheng returned to the imperial desk to continue reviewing memorials. An Lingrong sat on the soft couch beside him and secretly looked at everything around her.

The decoration of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was simple. The large imperial desk was piled high with memorials, and the antique shelves on either side were filled with books. Even the curtains were made of ordinary silk. It seems that the historical records of Emperor Yongzheng's diligence and frugality were true.

Yongzheng noticed An Lingrong looking around restlessly out of the corner of his eye and asked, "Can you write?"

An Lingrong jumped up from the couch: "Yes..."

"Write down the poem you just wrote."

Su Peisheng immediately brought out the four treasures of the study and placed them in front of her.

Fortunately, with the help of An Lingrong before her rebirth, I was able to write the poem in its entirety.

An Lingrong had a bad feeling in her heart.

Yongzheng picked up the poem and read it again and again, then asked, "Who wrote this poem?"

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