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

Yongzheng did not come back until the banquet was over.

The concubines dispersed and returned to the palace to celebrate the New Year.

Shen Meizhuang helped An Lingrong back to the Yanxi Palace and asked in a low voice, "Rong'er, are you full?"

"Mmm, today's meal is delicious."

Shen Meizhuang couldn't help but frown and sigh, a wave of worry and helplessness welling up in her heart. Nian Gengyao had made great military achievements in the previous dynasty, and Concubine Hua's arrogance in the harem would only grow more arrogant and domineering. For concubines like them, life would probably become increasingly difficult in the future.

An Lingrong, who was standing by, noticed Shen Meizhuang's worry and said softly, "I understand your concerns, sister, but for now, we can only temporarily avoid Hua Fei's edge and try to avoid direct confrontation with her. We will wait for the right time to make plans."

Shen Meizhuang nodded slightly, agreeing with An Lingrong's opinion. She also knew that in this palace, power and status determined everything, and they had to act with caution.

An Lingrong gently held Shen Meiyu's hand to give her some comfort, and the two smiled at each other.

"Sister, Happy New Year. I wish you peace and happiness in the new year." An Lingrong clenched her fist and shook it twice, then stretched out her hand, took out a little girl doll in palace dress, and handed it to Shen Meiyu.

Shen Meizhuang was amused by her series of actions. She took the doll and looked at it. Caiyue beside her exclaimed, "My lady, this is you!"

From outlining the facial features to cutting the small clothes, everything was embroidered by An Lingrong stitch by stitch. She even tried to recreate the accessories on the head using velvet flowers.

Shen Meizhuang quickly took a closer look, tears of emotion almost streaming down her face. She gently hugged An Lingrong and said, "Thank you, Rong'er. I love you very much. May we all be safe and happy."

"This is Sister Zhen, doesn't she look like her?"

“Very similar!”

"We'll give it to her in a few days."

"it is good."

"this is me."

“Very similar.”

The three sisters stood in a row, as if they could withstand all wind, frost, snow and rain.

a new Year.

Early in the morning, An Lingrong was pulled up by Su Ye and Bao Juan.

"Earthquake?" An Lingrong looked horrified.

Su Ye is used to ignoring words that he doesn't understand.

"My lady, it's time to pay your respects to the Empress. You can't be late today." Su Ye felt helpless. She had already entered the hall and called her once. Thinking that the lady was awake, she went to get water for washing her face. When she came back with the water, An Lingrong was still sleeping soundly with the quilt in her arms.

An Lingrong breathed a sigh of relief, as if it wasn't an earthquake.

"What time is it?"

"The first quarter of the Yin hour (a little after three o'clock)."

"Why so early?"

"Today is the first day of the lunar year. Young Master, please go and pay your respects to the Queen Mother."

Oh, nothing is easy! I was just thinking of just eating and waiting for death, but I didn’t expect to have to work overtime!

A large group of concubines gathered in Jingren Palace and were led by the Queen to Cining Palace.

The empress dowager was too old to stay up late, so she went straight to bed. It was not until the sky turned pale that the concubines were invited into the palace.

According to her rank, An Lingrong was always in the last row and didn't even see the Empress Dowager's face, thus ending the New Year's greetings for the most distinguished woman in the Forbidden City.

Everyone returned to Jingren Palace. It was already past noon. An Lingrong was hungry and sleepy, with stars in her eyes. She forced herself to stay awake and sit there with her back straight.

She secretly looked up and saw that everyone else looked energetic and bright. Shen Meizhuang was chatting with Concubine Jing with a relaxed look on her face. Although Concubine Hua sat lazily on the bed, her eyes were scanning the surroundings sharply. The Queen smiled and talked with the concubines beside her, as if everything was under control.

Am I really that weak? She wondered to herself.

After a while, Yongzheng accepted the congratulations from civil and military officials and came to Jingren Palace.

Another round of greetings and New Year wishes.

By the time everyone dispersed and returned to the Yanx Palace, the sun had already risen.

An Lingrong really wanted to lie down on the bed and catch up on her sleep, but all the servants in the palace were already kneeling in front of her.

"Good luck to the young master!"

"Everyone, get up." An Lingrong waved her hands helplessly. These people all came to pay New Year's greetings. It was really a headache.

"Thank you, young master!" everyone said in unison.

"Reward!" An Lingrong said weakly. It was New Year's Day, and as their master, she had to give them lucky money.

"Thank you for the reward, young master!" Everyone kowtowed to express their gratitude, their faces filled with joy.

The six servants happily went down with thick red envelopes. Although An Lingrong's family was not wealthy, they still gave the most reward within their ability.

Sure enough, from ancient times to the present, celebrating the Chinese New Year has always been a tiring and expensive activity.

When An Lingrong woke up from her nap, she was met with a piece of explosive news:

"My lady, I heard that the Emperor favored a maid from Yimei Garden last night. She has now been made a concubine and is living in Zhongcui Palace!"

An Lingrong thought to herself: A cat replacing a prince.

Yu agreed that her success was due to Zhen Huan, and her failure was also due to Zhen Huan.

And the chapter of Zhen Huan's palace fighting is about to begin.