Chapter 103 An Lingrong 44
On the way, Zhen Huan and Chun'er passed by the Imperial Garden together. Zhen Huan remembered Ling Rong's reminder and couldn't help but think about the problem.
If it was really Concubine Hua and the others who wanted to frame her, why did they insist on letting that palace maid keep in contact with her?
Or maybe she wasn't actually Hua Fei's person? But the number of people in this palace who could have planted a sting in Yikun Palace without being discovered could be counted on one hand. Furthermore, they had no conflict of interest with him, nor any old grudges, unless they were hoping to use him to bring down Hua Fei.
If we want to use them, there are many candidates.
Seeing that her thoughts were gradually reaching a dead end, Zhen Huan hurriedly shook her head and forced herself to recall the three times she met the palace maid.
There must be something special about her, something that made the people behind the scenes have to link them together.
Identity? Appearance? Clothing?
still……
Thinking of the direction the palace maid always left, Zhen Huan had a flash of inspiration and finally grasped the key.
"Sister, would you mind if Chun'er came to play with you again tomorrow?" Seeing that they had reached a fork in the road, Chun'er tugged at Zhen Huan's sleeve, somewhat reluctantly, "Or should we go to Sister An's place to watch the birds? Or how about going to Xianfu Palace to see the giant turtle that Concubine Jing feeds?"
"You, all you do is play around all day." Zhen Huan poked her little fleshy hand unhappily, temporarily putting aside her speculation. Seeing Chun'er's round eyes full of anticipation, she couldn't help but nodded: "But the Emperor will be here tomorrow, too, so don't be afraid."
"What is there to be afraid of? The Emperor also has one nose and two eyes, right? With Sister Wan here, Chun'er is not afraid of the Emperor as her brother-in-law."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhen Huan blushed coquettishly, slapped Chun'er twice, and hurriedly turned back to her Sui Yuxuan.
But no matter how you look at his back, he looks so miserable.
The next day at noon, the emperor and she had just finished a game of chess. Having lost three moves, Yinzhen, having rarely relived the little joys of a young couple, cheerfully copied poems about plum blossoms, arranged Chunyuan's peripherals in her original image, and began to cut winter clothes for his husband.
The happy daily life of this ordinary couple always hits him hard, making all his natural dissatisfaction with Zhen Huan disappear.
"Why is Silang always staring at Huanhuan? If he keeps looking at me like that, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish copying by dinner time."
Zhen Huan teased him coquettishly, treating them as a real couple in her words, and even boldly made fun of him.
Yinzhen also laughed heartily: "Who told you to talk to me? It made me lose the mood to write poetry."
"How can you blame others for not paying attention? The emperor's words are final, and you can't go back on your word. Well, Huanhuan is also making winter clothes for the emperor as a gift."
"I know, I know. Can't I just say a few words? For your kindness, what's the harm in me copying it three times?"
Zhen Huan's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands and laughed, "That's what the Emperor said. A gentleman's word is as good as gold."
Yinzhen gently tucked a strand of hair away from her ear and said, "A gentleman's word is as good as gold."
Zhen Huan's heart trembled just because of his small action. She lowered her head and her earlobes blushed slightly.
Yinzhen was also stunned for a moment, not knowing what to feel, but simply changed the subject: "The windows of this room are covered with bright paper, and the reflection of the white snow outside makes it brighter than my Yangxin Palace."
"I like my room to be spacious and bright, so I can feel at ease inside. But in winter, candles and firewood are not only smoky but also too wasteful, so I came up with a clever trick."
"You are willing to be frugal. I will tell the Queen about this incident when I see her again."
"That's good too. I can save the money to open a porridge factory to help the disaster victims, and it will also accumulate blessings for the New Year."
Seeing her speak so subconsciously, the emperor's opinion of her changed somewhat. Although she was too soft-hearted and emotional, her heart was pure and her nature was good, and that was enough.
"Sister, look at the red plum blossoms Chun'er picked for you!" Suddenly, a vibrant voice approached from afar, and the sound of footsteps was extremely cheerful: "The red plum blossoms are in full bloom! Good luck to the emperor."
"Sister Wan, do you think the red plum blossoms I chose are good?"
"Okay, okay, run slower and be careful not to bump into anything." Zhen Huan smiled and patted the snow beads on her body. Jin Xi on the side skillfully took over Chun Changzai's cloak and red plum, and Ju Qing then moved the embroidery stool under her.
The series of movements were so smooth and flowing, as if they came off a production line. It was obvious that this little girl often came to Sui Yuxuan to play.
"Oh, these plum blossoms are still buds. They will bloom for a long time." When Jinxi handed her the red plum blossoms in a white porcelain vase, Zhen Huan was overjoyed and ordered someone to put it in the bedroom. "I have to fall asleep looking at it every day to live up to Chun'er's kindness."
"Hey, I picked some plum blossoms for my sister. Do you have anything to give me as a reward?"
"Nothing else, these are the pastries just sent from my small kitchen and Lingrong's. Do you want some?" Zhen Huan turned sideways and picked up two plates of her favorite food. Sure enough, she saw Chun'er staring at the plates with her round eyes, holding a piece of cake in each hand.
"Thanks, sis. I love this. It doesn't get any better than this."
Yinzhen looked at her cheerful and playful appearance and felt that he had grown younger. With a thought in his mind, he said, "I see that Concubine Chun has grown up a lot."
"Your Majesty forgot that I am already seventeen years old this year."
The three of them chatted and laughed, just like a happy family.
That night, the emperor summoned Concubine Chun to his favor and doted on her for the next few days.
Every day when the three of them went to pay their respects, they would receive a glare from Concubine Hua. Lingrong and Zhen Huan both knew that if Concubine Hua really wanted to take action, it would be in the next few days.
Sure enough, on this day, the Empress led the way to pay respects to the Empress Dowager, and the Emperor was also there. When she saw Concubine Cao holding Princess Wen Yi, who was wrapped like a cotton ball, even she couldn't help but sigh that Cao Qinmo was really brave enough to do it. In such a cold weather, she was not afraid of letting the child get frozen and have an accident.
"Lady Cao brought Wen Yi here today? Let me hold her." Elderly people have no resistance to grandchildren, and the emperor, with his few children, rarely had a child to care for. The empress dowager naturally loved Wen Yi, quickly removing her fingernail and cradling the baby in her arms, gently coaxing him.
The little baby frowned and struggled a few times as if he was feeling uncomfortable. Before the empress dowager could ask, he vomited milk with a sound.
Concubine Cao hurriedly took the child and apologized to the Empress Dowager: "I saw that he was better yesterday, and the imperial physician also said that there was nothing wrong, perhaps it was just indigestion. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
"It's alright, why would I bother with my own granddaughter? Go get the imperial physician to take a look."
Concubine Hua was also worried: "Why is she vomiting again? Songzhi, go to the imperial kitchen and ask them to make a bowl of yam and red date porridge that the princess loves these days, so that the princess can at least have something to eat."
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