The wish of the Qing Dynasty is fulfilled

Yongzheng felt aggrieved for several days as he had a group of new concubines but could not eat them. Now that his symptoms had eased and Su Peisheng had given him another way out, Yongzheng asked the Jingshifang to present the green card.

Yongzheng made a circle with his hand, thinking of An Lingrong, who had made him itchy during the selection, but found that there was no sign for her. Su Peisheng quickly reported that she was frightened by Concubine Hua's actions and fell ill.

The cowardly Fatty Orange was immediately dissatisfied upon hearing this, and he raged in anger. What could he do? Did he dare to scold Nian Shilan? He was afraid that Nian Gengyao would turn against him the moment he finished scolding her, so he could only continue to flip the cards in frustration, his eyes falling on the three words "Wan Chang Zai".

"Wanwan..."

Yongzheng murmured, thinking of his deceased love of this life. After pretending to miss her for a while, he couldn't help but turn over Zhen Huan's card.

There was no hot spring bathing, no favor from the imperial concubine, and after a quick wash, Zhen Huan was wrapped up like an old Beijing chicken roll and carried onto the dragon bed.

This lady from a noble family had never experienced such things before. Embarrassment and discomfort lingered in Zhen Huan. Afraid that she would continue to be trapped in negative emotions, Zhen Huan tried to take deep breaths to adjust herself, and fortunately it worked.

Just when she had just settled down, the corner of the quilt was lifted by a hand. Zhen Huan's gaze followed the pampered, white and tender hand, and finally stopped at a fat, wrinkled face that was completely opposite to the hand.

Zhen Huan felt that she should take a few more deep breaths.

Unfortunately, Pangju didn't give her a chance. He only used his hands to trace Zhen Huan's eyebrows and eyes, and there was a deep affection in his cat's eyes.

Zhen Huan was about to say something to enhance the relationship when a hand appeared at her waist, interrupting her thoughts. "'Han Huan has a slender waist like a palace maid', I want to see how thin my Wan Changzai's waist is."

"Your Majesty—"

Su Peisheng, who was guarding outside the door, felt very happy. He was thinking that Xiao Xiazi would keep watch for him in the evening, and he could also go out to have a bowl of hot noodles to warm his stomach. When he thought of the hot noodles, Su Peisheng felt as if he could smell the aroma of the soup, and couldn't help but twitch his nose to sniff it.

“Puff————~~”

The world was quiet for a moment, and both Zhen Huan inside and Su Peisheng outside were stunned.

"Puff, puff, puff~~~Puff~bu~~~"

The sound of turning a few corners rang out again, waking up the two stunned people. Su Peisheng was staring at the door and thinking about how successful he could be in pretending that he hadn't heard anything when he heard the emperor speak.

"Su Peisheng, hurry up and get in here!"

Zhen Huan was so ashamed and angry at this moment. She just felt like her legs were being attacked by a wave of heat! She wanted to jump into the tub right now and rinse herself clean. She was not clean anymore. ???????????

An Lingrong silently apologized to Zhen Huan, then wrapped herself in the quilt and tossed and turned on the bed, suppressing her laughter.

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When they heard that the first newcomer to be called was the sharp-tongued Zhen Huan, a row of porcelain pieces in the Yikun Palace were shattered with a crackling sound.

The Queen of Jingren Palace was satisfied that Zhen Huan had played her role, but she also hated her face that was similar to Rouze's. When she was trying to calm down, she heard the news that Zhen Huan was hurriedly sent back.

"Jianqiu, what's going on?"

Unfortunately, the emperor had lost so much face that he refused to reveal a single word. The other two people who knew the truth, one was so ashamed and angry that he couldn't speak out, while the other kept his mouth shut to save his own life. No one could find out the reason.

The next day, when Zhen Huan went to pay her respects with dark circles under her eyes, she was again filled with sarcasm. Concubine Hua warned her not to use those seductive tactics, and the Queen seemed kind but kept trying to find out what happened last night. Zhen Huan felt extremely annoyed but could not explain herself, and she rarely started to act like a wooden man.

Concubine Hua, feeling proud of herself for having suppressed Zhen Huan, was not one to hold back. She had previously sent Zhou Ninghai to investigate the connections between the new arrivals, and knew that An Lingrong was constantly moving between them and offering her assistance. Now that she had suppressed Zhen Huan, she wanted to see how An Lingrong, who always cared for her good sister, would react. After paying her respects, she sent Songzhi to invite the still-ill An Lingrong to Yikun Palace.

While Zhen Huan returned to Suiyuxuan to comfort her sister Mei, An Lingrong was drinking bird's nest porridge obediently in Yikun Palace.

"What's wrong with you? You got so sick because of a small thing. You're so useless." Hua Fei was picky in her words but honest in her body. She asked Song Zhi to get some old mountain ginseng and make some bird's nest porridge, and then she arrogantly pointed at An Lingrong, who was regarded as her pet cat slave, and accepted it.

Songzhi: What's going on, Your Majesty? Are you trying to scare off this concubine from a small family with good things?

Zhou Ninghai: I don’t understand, let me take a look.

Just when the emperor had not stepped into the harem for another half month, An Lingrong was taken to the Yiku Palace to report every now and then. Her face, which had been so thin due to illness a while ago, now had some flesh on it. Concubine Hua couldn't help but pinch it. It felt smooth. Hmm, not bad.

Just as Concubine Hua was about to order Songzhi to get two more plates of new pastries, she heard a message saying that the emperor would come to have dinner with her later.

Nian Shilan was just about to be happy as usual, but suddenly she realized that she didn't feel lonely after not seeing the emperor for a while. As expected, people are suitable to keep pets when they are lonely. How can an old man compare with a sweet and soft kitten?