The Legend of Zhen Huan Reborn: Overthrowing Zhen Huan to Become the Queen Mother

Jiang Ruyin had delicate eyebrows, a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes, and a straight, upturned nose. Her every frown and smile was always nonchalant yet captivating. She always liked to hold her head high and squint her eyes slightly, which added a touch of nobility to her.

Chun Yuan is gentle, kind, virtuous, good and lovely; Jiang Ruyin is charming, extremely beautiful and graceful; Zhen Huan is bright, elegant and not vulgar.

When the three of them painted the distant mountains together, each of them clearly had his own unique charm. But the emperor always felt that these were the various looks of his Chun Yuan.

The emperor stared at the person in the mirror in a trance.

Jiang Ruyin had a calm expression on her face, but suddenly she smiled, and the charm in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows seemed natural.

The emperor was stunned and gently stroked the beauty's cheek.

Jiang Ruyin refused and turned her face to rub the emperor's broad palm with her lips.

Fang Ruo sighed lightly and retreated quietly.

The emperor stared at the person in the mirror for a long time, his whole face buried in the man's palm. His hot breath tickled the warm palm, and the emperor suddenly leaned over and hugged Jiang Ruyin.

"Hiss!" Jiang Ruyin felt pain.

It was the emperor who bit the thin flesh on her neck. Jiang Ruyin put her hands around her waist and called out, "Your Majesty..."

"Call me Shiro." The man's voice was slightly hoarse, and a dull sound came from his neck.

Jiang Ruyin obediently called out, "Silang."

The emperor's eyes were hot and he felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen.

He picked up Jiang Ruyin and carried her sideways, "Stay tonight."

The lights in the Qinzheng Hall went out quietly.

The waves of desire are rolling,

The beauty hesitantly shed tears, calling out: "Silang~"

Where is Shiro?

Don't stop, just keep moving forward.

(Boss, please let me go. I really can’t find an alternative word TAT)

Until the beauty's throat burned and she begged for mercy in a hoarse voice, Silang finally sounded the drum to call back the troops.

The beauty's waist was so soft that her every breath was filled with tears.

"Yin'er, I want to make you my concubine. Please wear the auspicious clothes for me."

The emperor's voice came faintly.

Jiang Ruyin was out of strength and responded with a vague nasal sound.

The battle continues,

While wandering around, Jiang Ruyin was in a daze and shed tears. She was intoxicated by passion and she herself could not tell whether it was love or hate.

There will be no sleep tonight.

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Lou Yonger has been busy lately, busy thinking about life:

Logically speaking, the Fourth Master was very satisfied with Zhen Huan's cleverness, so he showed his clever side. Although he became a concubine, he still did not sleep with the emperor!

Could it be that Concubine Fang was the one who stopped the emperor?

The more Lou Yong'er thought about it, the more it made sense. Every time there was a difference from the plot, it was because of this Concubine Fang.

Lou Yong'er felt that Fangpin's every move was unlike that of a modern person, nor like the daughter of a merchant family. In short, no matter who she was, judging by her behavior, it was clear that she had no intention of approaching the protagonists.

Then he and she were destined to become enemies. It was normal for her to intercept his grace.

What puzzled Lou Yong'er the most was Zhen Huan. She had been so open-hearted, so why didn't she recommend her?

Lou Yong'er sat cross-legged on the bed, as if meditating, and carefully recalled the original plot.

An Xiaoniao embroidered a dress for her, and she took An Xiaoniao to Yuhu Lake to sing.

Because I received some benefits? That shouldn't be the case! I have almost used all my tricks during this period, and Zhen Huan also trusts me by calling me sister.

Did you say something?

What did you say...

Spring jackdaws, spring peach blossoms...

Hiss, the blessing of rain and dew?

Lou Yong'er thought about it for a long time, and seeing that the day when Zhen Huan and the emperor would reconcile was not coming, Lou Yong'er finally lost her patience.

"Sister Wan, I have been cultivating my sentiments through embroidery these days. Can you please help me see how my embroidery is going?" Lou Yong'er brought an embroidery booth to find Zhen Huan.

In the end, she still felt that it might be what An Lingrong said that made Zhen Huan decide to push her to be favored.

Zhen Huan took it and fell silent as she looked at the messy pink embroidery thread on the fabric.

"My sister thinks that instead of embroidering a crow with the shadow of the rising sun hoping for the emperor's favor, it would be better to embroider the spring peach blossoms blooming in the imperial garden, enjoying the blessings of rain and dew." Lou Yong'er said with anticipation.

Zhen Huan remained silent, meaning that she understood, but the craftsmanship was a bit too crude, and the excuses she made were not attentive enough.

Zhen Huan casually put it aside and said with a smile, "The peach tree is so young and beautiful, and it is naturally suitable for a family."

After receiving the nod, Lou Yong'er smiled knowingly, "Thank you for your kind words, sister."

"Sister, you are already a regular servant, yet you dress so simply. First you should show respect for the clothes, then for the person. Let me dress you up."

Putting on the familiar clothes, Lou Yong'er couldn't help but sigh:

I really look like An Lingrong!

They both like to wear pink clothes, but they are actually more suitable for green clothes. I just happen to be the best. However, I am not as sensitive and cruel as her.

Lou Yong'er knew very well that An Lingrong was the kind of person who loved deeply and hated deeply. She would remember anything that made her unhappy for a long time and would even try to trip others up for no reason.

Such a sensitive and suspicious person is the most difficult to get close to. Lou Yong'er secretly looks forward to the day when Concubine Fang and An Lingrong will fight among themselves.

Lou Yong'er was thinking happily, while Zhen Huan was also absent-minded.

Ideas are one thing, practice is another.

Lou Yong'er has no other special talents except the basics of the Jinghong Dance that she learned during her house arrest.

Lou Yong'er invited Zhen Huan to dance by the Imperial Lake, but Zhen Huan politely declined.

Lou Yong'er felt regretful. After all, what she had learned was not as proficient as what Zhen Huan had learned in several years.

So, Lou Yonger took a deep breath, put on a smile and happily played by the lake.

Looking at Lou Yong'er's joyful expression, Zhen Huan couldn't laugh.

She also didn't think that this would attract the emperor. She went to the Qinzheng Palace every day in the past few days, and the response she got was that the emperor was busy with affairs in the northwest.

When has the emperor ever been to the Imperial Lake during this period?

Lou Yong'er would lift her skirt to reach the flowers on the branches, and then use a fan to catch the butterflies on the branches.

As if she was in a good mood, Lou Yong'er began to dance gracefully while holding a round fan.

Zhen Huan had mixed feelings about Lou Yong'er. This woman was cute, lively, and intelligent, but she could also be a bit rude and unpleasant at times.

Most of the time, Lou Yong'er was on her side and trusted her, which made her touched and suspicious.

At this moment, Lou Yonger's bell-like laughter only made her feel irritated.

An unintentional glance back.

That is!

The emperor stood on the hillside, squinting his eyes at Lou Yong'er's figure, while the queen accompanied him with a smile.

Zhen Huan was horrified.

How could it be such a coincidence?

If I go there myself, I won't have time, but if I don't know, Jingxi won't be able to find out, but Lou Yong'er knows, and it's impossible for Zhen Huan not to think too much.

Lou Yong'er was in high spirits and started to perform a simple Jinghong dance.

It was so formal and there was really nothing to see. Zhen Huan pretended not to notice and glanced at the Queen beside the Emperor.

The sunlight was so bright that Zhen Huan couldn't see clearly. She could only see the Queen with a smile on her face, and she couldn't tell if she was looking at Lou Yong'er by the lake or at herself down the slope.