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

An Lingrong secretly thought that something was wrong.

Do I dare to tell you? I can say that more than two hundred years later, your descendants destroyed your Qing Dynasty, warlords divided the country, society was in turmoil, and the poor took advantage of the situation. At this critical moment of the country's survival, the author of this poem suddenly appeared, drove out the barbarians, unified the country, and created a prosperous era.

If she dared to say that, Yongzheng would probably treat her as a monster and turn her into ashes on the spot.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yongzheng frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

An Lingrong took a deep breath and said, "Before I entered the palace, I happened to hear someone reciting it, so I wrote it down. I don't know who wrote it."

Yongzheng carefully examined the poem in his hand. It was majestic, heroic, and expansive, with an imperial air. The poet must have been an ordinary person. Judging from the scenery, the author must have been from the north. He should pay more attention to the activities of northern students.

"Are you well-versed in poetry and literature?" Yongzheng stopped dwelling on this and turned to ask An Lingrong.

An Lingrong finally felt relieved. After thinking for a moment, she replied, "Your Highness, I understand a little."

"Su Peisheng, take out the Nalan Collection of Poems and show it to An Changzai."

An Lingrong walked out of the Yangxin Palace, holding the book in confusion.

The emperor didn't care about her misbehavior in front of him, and even gave her a book? No silk, satin, gold, silver, or jewelry?

Xiao Xiazi, who sent her back to Yanxi Palace, happily congratulated her, "Congratulations, my lady, congratulations, my lady."

"Haha, thank you, Eunuch Xia!" Although she didn't know what the joy was, she couldn't let others know that she didn't know.

The news that the emperor had bestowed a letter on her spread like wildfire, and everyone in the palace knew about it.

Only when she leisurely returned to the Yanxi Palace did she realize the joyous occasion. The West Wing had never been so bustling. The Imperial Household Department had already delivered brand new quilts, several baskets of silver-thread charcoal, and other sundry items. The tea set and ornaments had also been replaced. An Lingrong couldn't help but marvel at the speed at which news spread in the palace, comparable to a 21st-century tabloid.

After accepting everyone's congratulations, An Lingrong waved them away and picked up the "Nalan Poetry Collection" to read it carefully.

Nalan Xingde, whose courtesy name was Rongruo and whose style name was Lengjia Shanren, was a member of the Manchu Plain Yellow Banner and the son of Grand Secretary Mingzhu. He was a Jinshi in the reign of Emperor Kangxi and rose to the rank of first-class imperial guard. He often accompanied Emperor Kangxi on his tours to the frontier. He died of a cold at the age of 31.

When An Lingrong opened the book, she gasped. It was written in vertical format with traditional Chinese characters, the official script commonly used by scholars and officials. The font was upright, the style was natural and smooth, and there was a sense of transcendence.

She had also read Nalan's poems in her previous life, but each poem had annotations and analysis, and with these, she could easily understand the meaning of the poem. However, the book in her hand did not have a single extra word except the main text.

An Lingrong read out the first poem with abundant emotion and beautiful language:

"The crows have all gone, who is Xiao Li's hatred for?

The sudden snow blows the catkins in the fragrant pavilion, and the gentle wind blows the plum blossoms in the vase.

The word "heart" has turned to ashes.

At dusk, the crows flew away. For whom was I standing there, filled with resentment? The falling snow fell like catkins across the incense pavilion, and the evening breeze gently stirred the plum blossoms in the vase. At this moment, the heart-shaped incense had burned to ashes.

Well, the author is sad. Why is he sad? What is the context of the poem? What kind of atmosphere is created? What kind of picture is painted? What thoughts and feelings does the poet express?

Su Ye was feeling very proud today. In the past, she was the one who surrounded herself with others to get information, but today, she was finally being treated like a star. "My young lady went to the Imperial Garden to enjoy the flowers and ran into the Emperor. The Emperor, oh, the Emperor, had a great time chatting with my young lady. He was worried that my young lady would feel cold, so he went back to the Yangxin Palace with her. The Emperor saw that my young lady was proficient in poetry, so he gave her his treasured books and said that he would continue to discuss poetry with my young lady next time. My young lady is reading it right now!"

She returned to the Yanxi Palace contentedly. "My young lady," whom she described as "proficient in poetry," was sleeping soundly on the table, holding "the emperor's treasured books."

A drop of saliva slowly gathered and was about to flow from the corner of her mouth onto the book. Su Ye was quick to pick up a handkerchief and cover An Lingrong's mouth with it, then pulled the book out from under An Lingrong's arm. Fortunately, the imperial gift was not soiled!

An Lingrong was startled awake and sat up dazedly, "Su Ye, you're back. Do you want to eat?"

Su Ye said helplessly, "My dear, aren't you reading a book?"

"Yes, I'm reading. Where's my book?"

Su Ye handed her the book.

An Lingrong opened it, took a quick look, and then closed it immediately. "Oh, I'm a little sleepy. Let's get settled early!"

Before going to bed, An Lingrong did not forget to instruct Su Ye: "Go back to the Queen tomorrow and tell her that I am cured!"

This disease can no longer be faked!

The next day, An Lingrong's green card appeared in Yongzheng's hand.

Yongzheng curled the corners of his mouth, skipped her name and turned to Shen Guiren's name card.

After the night, Yongzheng and Shen Meizhuang said, "I heard you love to drink. The Western Regions have sent us two jugs of wine as tribute. They have a unique flavor. I'll give them to you as a reward!"

Shen Meizhuang was very happy and told Caiyue to put the wine away. Lingrong loved drinking, and when Huan'er recovered, the three of them could drink together.

During these few days, Yongzheng still did not turn over An Lingrong's nameplate, and the people in the palace relaxed their vigilance towards An Lingrong a lot.