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

An Lingrong's eyelids began to twitch. After three months of traveling through time, she had developed the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early.

After Yongzheng finished reviewing the memorials, Su Peisheng helped him change into pajamas and go to the bedside, but he found that the person on the bed was already asleep. It was the first time that someone fell asleep before serving him in bed.

The emperor was so angry that he laughed and reached out to push the person on the bed.

An Lingrong moved her mouth and continued to sleep.

"If you don't wake up, I will order someone to send you back!"

An Lingrong opened her eyes only after hearing someone talking. Seeing a shiny forehead, she was instantly awakened and tried to sit up, but could only lift her upper body slightly. Finding she was still rolled up, she gave up the idea of getting up: "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you."

Yongzheng watched her series of movements and thought to himself: "This girl is quite lively."

"Have you read the book I gave you?"

"I am stupid and have read it." I have just read it, I cannot recite it, so don't ask me to recite it.

"Oh, do you have any insights?" Yongzheng turned into an examiner.

"Nalan's lyrics are sincere and spontaneous. They are all written from the heart, without the slightest whining. He allows his pure and abundant emotions to flow naturally from his pen, without any stagnation or embellishment, and expresses his true feelings directly. His friendship poems are profound and open-minded, with the style of Su Dongpo and Jiaxuan. His frontier poems are often sad and desolate, and are also unique among frontier poems. However, his elegies are particularly touching, with a mixture of blood and tears."

"Tell me about it!"

"I like the poem 'Die Lian Hua'. I pity the moon in the sky the most. Once it was like a ring, and now it has become a crescent. If it were as bright as the moon, I would brave the ice and snow to keep you warm. No earthly bond is easily severed. The swallows still fly, softly stepping on the curtain hooks. After singing at the autumn grave, my sorrow has not yet subsided. I recognize the two butterflies living together in the spring bushes."

"Oh, why?"

"Nalan was deeply in love with his late wife, and his love was unwavering. His poem is short but full of profound feelings, which is unforgettable. This poem shows that they were a loving couple, and his wife must be very happy."

An Lingrong knew that these words would involve the most secret part of Yongzheng's heart. This poem also expressed Yongzheng's longing for Queen Chunyuan.

Queen, Queen, you have used this Chunyuan credit card so many times, please let me use it once too.

Yongzheng murmured, "Ten years of life and death, I can never forget you without even thinking about you!"

Yongzheng felt that someone understood his love with Empress Chunyuan, and he felt very relieved.

Seeing An Lingrong blinking her wet eyes and looking at him, her beautiful face emitting a faint fragrance, Yongzheng turned over the quilt and pressed on her.

An Lingrong tried hard to cooperate with the emperor while complaining: Thinking about one woman while sleeping with another woman, what a bloody plot!

The mandarin ducks were in double nights, and a pear blossom pressed the begonia.

Although Yongzheng was over 40 years old, he had taken good care of himself and was in good shape.

An Lingrong was born in Zhejiang. Her skin was as delicate as the water of West Lake, as if it could be blown away by a baby. She had a petite figure and soft facial features. When she was held in his arms, she was like a pool of clear water. She was completely different from the women he had doted on before, which made Yongzheng unable to stop.

The Shunzhi Emperor established a rule that consorts could only sleep with him for half an hour. When the time was up, the eunuchs would shout "Time's up!" at the door. If the emperor ignored them and continued to engage in intimate intercourse with his concubines, the eunuchs would shout three more times at the door, holding the "ancestral command arrow." If the emperor still showed no sign of stopping, the eunuchs would rush in, drag the concubine out from under him, and then wrap her up and send her back.

Although this rule was set by Emperor Shunzhi, he never enforced it since he met his true love, Consort Dong E. Later emperors followed suit. If they wanted to abide by the rules, they would send the woman away after sleeping with her. If they didn't want to abide by the rules, they would hold the beautiful woman in their arms all night long.

Su Peisheng also knew that they would definitely stay overnight, so he sent Fengluan Chunen's car back directly!

The next morning, Yongzheng got up early to attend court. An Lingrong, despite feeling unwell, helped Yongzheng put on his court robes. Yongzheng looked at the red marks on her fair skin and felt a little regretful for his reckless behavior the previous day. He said, "Go back to the palace and rest for a while. You don't have to go to pay your respects to the empress today."

An Lingrong hung the imperial beads around Yongzheng's neck and sorted out his sachet, saying, "I am not tired. It is my duty to pay my respects to the Empress Dowager. I dare not slack off!"

If I don't pay my respects to the Queen today, given her petty nature, she might come up with some tricks to deal with me.

"Well, you are very sensible. Su Peisheng, pass on the imperial decree, the title of Consort An of the Yanxi Palace."

Virtue, beauty, talent, elegance, gentleness and refinement are called literature.

"I would like to thank you, Your Majesty."

The emperor went to court with great satisfaction!

An Lingrong felt that the emperor was like a pimp, who would just leave after giving her some benefits.

But she did not return to the Yanx Palace, but went directly to the Jingren Palace to wait for the Queen to get up.