Traveling through the Legend of Zhen Huan: My Queen, please love me!

"It doesn't matter who it is. Yu promised us nothing. Why gloat over his misfortune?"

Zhen Huan said as she looked at Huanbi who came in, holding the silk thread.

Huanbi was unhappy, so she put the pears on the table and picked one up to eat first.

"My lady, this Yu Da Ying was just a maid. She was so arrogant and domineering until today, and finally she was punished by Concubine Xuan."

This sentence aroused Zhen Huan's interest, and she recalled the time when she first met Queen Concubine Hua.

The young girl who was also a concubine like herself, and whose title was very similar to hers.

But today, things are completely different.

She went to the palace to pretend to be sick to avoid being favored. The charcoal fire in winter was withheld by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

I can only burn charcoal and need Sister Mei to help me.

But she enjoyed a glorious winter, and was named a noble lady on the night she served the emperor in bed, and she was a noble lady with a title.

Besides, the emperor used to favor her, but this favor seemed not to be shown to his concubines.

It's more like coaxing a child. How can one not be envious in such a deep palace?

Seeing that Zhen Huan remained silent, Huanbi became even more talkative, as if she wanted to pour out all the suffering she had endured during this period.

"Actually, my lady, I think that Concubine Xuan is nothing special. She's not very good at anything.

The best thing she did was dance on New Year's Eve, like a singing diva. What's the difference between that and Yu Yingda singing Kunqu opera?

Besides, she was only born in the banner family, how could she compare to the young lady who was born in the Han army flag family, how could she compare to..."

Cui Jinxi, who was standing next to him, quickly stopped Huanbi.

"Don't talk nonsense in private. Concubine Xuan is a noble lady, not someone a palace maid can talk nonsense about."

Then, he looked at Zhen Huan with a burning gaze and said earnestly, "In this palace, the emperor dotes on her, so no one can compare to her."

Huanbi lowered her eyes in dissatisfaction and bit the pear in her hand angrily.

She complained, "Lady Xuan, in this winter, we still have watermelons to enjoy, but we can only eat these wrinkled pears."

Zhen Huan rubbed her aching temples.

I originally thought that I just wanted to avoid being favored because of my illness, but I didn't expect that I would really get sick this time.

Suiyuxuan lacked charcoal and there was nothing nutritious to eat.

In addition, Suiyuxuan is remote and dark, which makes it chilly and freezing.

It must be cold in this early spring when the snow hasn't melted yet.

Besides, Zhen Huan often drinks those medicines to pretend to be sick, which is really harmful to her health.

Liuzhu rushed in hurriedly and said, "Oh no! Doctor Wen has been transferred to An."

Zhen Huan hurriedly stood up, a little out of breath, and collapsed on the soft kang with black eyes.

Jinxi and Huanbi hurried to support her, and Zhen Huan asked hurriedly, "What happened to Liuzhu?"

"I heard that An Da Ying was knocked unconscious by Yu Da Ying's sedan chair, and then Concubine Xuan spoke up for her.

Concubine Xuan's words really worked. The Queen and Concubine Hua together banished Yu to the cold palace.

Now that the Emperor knows about this, he has asked for many doctors from the Imperial Hospital, and Noble Lady Xuan and An have agreed to see the doctor."

Huanbi was even more dissatisfied and said, "Ming An agreed to faint, so why should Concubine Xuan seek medical treatment?"

Jin Xi replied: "This is the difference between being favored and not being favored. As long as one person is favored, everyone around him will prosper."

"It's not enough that Concubine Xuan's brother was implicated, but her uncle's son was also able to pass the imperial examination and will be selected to appear before the Emperor in a month or two."

Huanbi said angrily, "Of course not! An's birth was not very good either, she was just the daughter of an eighth-rank county magistrate.

When she first entered the palace, it was our young lady who gave her a crabapple flower, but she never came in to thank him.

Jinxi sighed at the impatient Huanbi and said, "Thank you. I asked Youran to personally deliver two pieces of brocade to our young master."

Huanbi said angrily, "How could she, a promisee, have such a good thing? It must have been given to her by Concubine Xuan, right?"

"It's rather rude to give something that someone else gave you as a gift."

"Sister, I've never had anything good, thanks to you."

"What nonsense, Lingrong, you spend day and night preparing perfumes and medicinal foods for me.

I can't express my gratitude enough. If I didn't have you, how would my stomach survive? "

Cheerful voices rang out in Huanfu Hall.

When the apricot blossoms bloom, it is March.

Liu Hua always recalled the time when Lin took him back to her parents' home.

My elder brother passed the imperial examination and became a scholar at the age of 17, while I was only five or six years old.

Apricot blossoms, spring rain, Jiangnan, I like the misty blue sky.

The strangeness of the mountains and rivers climbs over the lushness of hope in winter.

Unfortunately, once you enter the palace, all that's left are red walls and golden tiles.

And the apricot blossoms watered with blood. Liu Hua and An Lingrong stood under the century-old apricot tree in the imperial garden. They did not see the lushness of hope in the pale pink flowers, but the paleness of death.

Only Liu Hua's preference for wearing sky-blue robes remained unchanged.

The melodious and pleasant sound of the flute was heard, which was no less than the beautiful guzheng sound of Noble Lady Fucha.

An Lingrong helped Liu Hua push aside the branches in front of her, and what came into view was a girl wearing pink, with a slightly thin and sad face, sitting on a red swing and playing the flute.

Liu Hua knew very well that this was Zhen Huan whom she had not seen for a long time, but she also felt a little confused.

After all, Yu Ying'er is now in the cold palace. Without Yu Ying'er, I wonder if Zhen Huan can be promoted to a noble lady so smoothly.

Liu Hua muttered to himself, "This tune sounds so melancholy, I guess he's missing home."

An Lingrong laughed and said, "Sister, you're joking. This song is not about homesickness, but about not receiving the emperor's favor - "Song of Resentment"."

These words made Liu Hua feel deeply moved, and he was no longer sure that it was Zhen Huan sitting up there.

The sound coming from the flowers on the other side was from a man in a bright yellow robe.

Yinzhen looked at the beauty in the sparse shadows of the apricot blossoms, and for a moment he was in a trance, unconsciously blurting out: "Wanwan."

Zhen Huan looked up, and Yinzhen saw that her face looked very young, not like the old friend she used to be.

I woke up instantly and thought about the song just now.

He laughed secretly and said, "It really is the one who imitates but does not seek the truth."

Liu Hua behind him felt sad and walked away silently.

An Lingrong, who was standing next to him, was quite curious and asked, "Sister, isn't the Emperor going to pay his respects there?"

Liu Hua shook his head lightly.

An Lingrong was too concerned and misunderstood, saying, "Don't be sad, sister. The emperor still loves you very much."

Liu Hua looked at An Lingrong deeply and said with a smile, "I'm not angry, I'm just heartbroken."

An Lingrong asked in confusion, "What are you heartbroken about?"

Liu Hua somehow recalled Jia Baoyu's words from A Dream of Red Mansions, and unconsciously said to An Lingrong:

"Girls are made of water, and boys are made of mud. When I see a girl, I feel refreshed, but when I see a man, I feel muddy and oppressive."

An Lingrong was horrified and quickly covered Liu Hua's mouth, warning him: "Don't tell anyone in the palace. We are all here for the emperor's favor."

Liu Hua turned around and looked at Zhen Huan who was answering questions tremblingly in front of Yinzhen.

The spring breeze brings the winter ice back.

The next day, there was an uproar in the palace. Zhen Huan won the emperor's favor and cried four times in one night, just like Liu Hua did before.

However, Liu Hua didn't care, but Zhen Huan felt completely hopeless.