An Lingrong's Rebirth: I will not offend others unless they offend me

As if she was afraid that An Lingrong called out the wrong name, the six big words "The dog that licks the boots will not die a good death" appeared directly in her mind.

An Lingrong knew about dogs, but what kind of breed was a "licking dog"? Could it be a divine dog?

But the last four words are really hard to pronounce.

An Lingrong considered it for a moment and discussed it.

"I'm afraid this name isn't very auspicious. How about changing it?"

"A dog that licks the boot never dies well" is a principled system. If An Lingrong doesn't address him as he requires, he will really ignore her.

He just needs to ensure that the host gets what he wants. As for whether other people in the palace have descendants, it has nothing to do with him.

According to the host's past life memories, if she wasn't a bootlicker, she was definitely a ruthless person. If she wanted to, the rats in the palace would not be able to give birth to pups.

By the time he completes the task, the other two groups will have to complete the tasks consecutively and will have no time to go on vacation.

An Lingrong waited for half a minute but received no reply.

She made a lot of mental preparations and spoke with difficulty.

"Does a dog who licks you die a horrible death?"

【I am here! 】

An Lingrong had already understood the system's persistence, and she asked another question.

"Let's make a deal. If you need something important from me in the future, could you please not use my past life's voice?"

[Host, this is a constant reminder to you that you are weak and anyone can step on you!]

Like him, middlemen are ultimately looked down upon.

[The licker must struggle! The licker must struggle! The licker must struggle!]

As soon as the news of the business coming came out, he had no time to deal with An Lingrong.

Someone once said that there are top talents in all 360 professions. He swore here that he must become the best middleman and restore their group's reputation.

Let those who once looked down on them take notice of them.

Wuwuwu~~~

An Lingrong felt that what the system said made sense, and silently thought about what to do next.

The system removed the musk from under the osmanthus tree. If Zhen Huan hadn't discovered the musk, she wouldn't have known that Concubine Fang's miscarriage was related to it, and she wouldn't have understood the sinister nature of the harem, thus...

No, she absolutely couldn't let Zhen Huan sleep with her now.

At least wait until she gets pregnant!

An Lingrong paced back and forth in the room anxiously, when suddenly an idea flashed in her mind.

With an idea in mind, she ate more for lunch, especially the osmanthus cake made by Bao Ge.

Bao Ge brought back a lot of osmanthus flowers from Sui Yuxuan, and made some cakes in the evening.

"Miss, there are still a lot of osmanthus flowers left. Would you like to pickle them with honey and save them for drinking osmanthus honey in winter?"

Baoge, who is a good cook, couldn't bear to see food wasted, so he took the initiative to make a suggestion.

There are fewer fresh foods in winter, and An Lingrong was also tempted.

"I remember there was no honey in the regular rations, but there is some sugar in the warehouse. Can that be used?"

Bao Ge said mysteriously.

"Miss, I have a relationship with a small steward in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He said that as long as he has something, we can exchange it for silver."

"You know where the money is, take it yourself."

An Lingrong decided to bring Baoge into the palace because she was attracted by the girl's friendliness.

As long as she is given time, she may be able to coax a penny from Lu Zhi, the character in the book of Xu Fuzuo, a playwright of the previous dynasty.

There was still some time before An Lingrong could rest, so she called Baojuan to come and serve her.

Baojuan was specially sent by the Empress to take care of people, so she couldn't let her be idle.

An Lingrong made clothes for herself, while Baojuan sat on a low stool and embroidered a purse.

The master and servant were busy with their own things and no one said a word.

The Imperial Household Department was quite far away, and Bao Ge, sweating profusely, rushed back before dark.

"My lady, I have found something."

"Okay, let Baojuan help you."

As soon as the two of them left the house, An Lingrong put down the work in her hands.

Not long after, Bao Ge appeared with a teapot and said as if he was presenting a treasure.

"Miss, try the fresh osmanthus honey water. I made it myself."

She reported quietly while pouring tea.

"Miss, on my way back, I saw Baoli hiding in a corner, covering her mouth and crying."

"Okay, I understand. Wait until she comes back and avoids being brought to see me."

An Lingrong threw her a small purse and told her to leave quickly so as not to arouse Baojuan's suspicion.

After the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent people over, An Lingrong arranged Baojuan and Baoque in the same room, asking Baoque to secretly pay more attention to Baojuan's movements, and the other two naturally stayed in the same room.

The sweet scent of osmanthus in the air gradually faded, and Bao Ge and Bao Li helped An Lingrong to go to bed.

An Lingrong walked into the inner room, and Baoli followed her in to get her hair done.

She pushed Baoli's hand away and spoke in confusion.

"Baoli, I see your eyes are red. Have you encountered any difficulties?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Baoli's eyes were filled with tears again and she quickly knelt down.

"My servant is rude, please forgive me, my lord."

"I forgive you, poor thing, what's wrong with you?"

An Lingrong was trying to win people's hearts, so she naturally couldn't let go of the opportunity.

Anyway, she didn't say she would definitely help, so it's okay to listen first.

Baoli thought of Baoque who was lying in bed recuperating, and she made up her mind and cried.

"My dear, my brother has a fever from catching a cold. He was almost recovered, but the eunuch in the same room resented the fact that he was favored by the head aunt. He took advantage of the fact that the head aunt was seconded to help elsewhere and reported it to the head eunuch. By the time I heard the news, my brother had already been banished to the cold palace."

"The cold palace is short of food and clothing, and my brother is even more seriously ill. I have asked many friends for help, but all of them have failed..."

Before Baoli and her brother's biological mother's body was cold, their father brought his pregnant stepmother into the family.

From then on, the brother and sister soaked in the coptis root water. Later, the village was hit by a flood and the harvest was completely destroyed.

In order to earn her life, Baoli sold herself and gave all the money she earned to her younger brother.

Fortunately, when her mother was alive, she taught her and her brother to read. She was fortunate enough to be selected by the eunuchs and entered the harem as a maid.

I had thought that when I reached the age, I would go out to look for my younger brother, but after many twists and turns, my younger brother also entered the palace.

When she thought of her brother who had a red fever, she trembled weakly all over.

The lives of palace servants were lowly, and injuries and illnesses were common. If she couldn't get any more medicine, she would have no choice but to watch her brother die.

An Lingrong stepped forward to help Baoli, who was in great pain, and spoke gently.

"Bao Que is seriously ill. Go make her another dose of medicine."

Baoli remembered that sister Baoque was almost recovered, so why did she need to boil medicine again?

Baoli was a smart person, as she had seized the opportunity to serve in Yonghe Palace. After thinking it over, she realized that the young lady was trying to save her brother.

Baoli, who had figured it out, kowtowed three times to An Lingrong, said nothing, and went out to work.

Just as he turned around, he heard instructions from behind.

"Baoli, you hit your arm. After you boil the medicine, you should rest early."

"Thank you, my lord, for your sympathy."

Baoli said this sincerely, and the young lady was describing her crying.