Chapter 125 An Lingrong 66
"But I am ugly and sick, and I scared the emperor." Lingrong lowered her head, her soft long hair winding around the emperor's hands, making her look even more pitiful.
"Rong'er is naturally beautiful, and her appearance remains unchanged even when she is sick." The emperor gently parted her hair and stroked her graceful face.
He was telling the truth. Although Lingrong looked sickly, she was not ugly. It could even be said that she had a unique beauty.
When she raised her head and looked at the emperor, one inexplicably wanted to destroy this distant yet fragile beauty.
"I've only been away for a few days, how did I end up like this?" Yinzhen held the person in his arms. The familiar body fragrance of the person in his arms could be smelled at the tip of his nose, mixed with the bitter smell of medicine, which made him feel inexplicably at ease.
The two of them looked at the faint green light outside the window and didn't say anything for a while.
The quiet space did not make Yinzhen feel uncomfortable.
"Is the emperor okay?" Lingrong asked suddenly, hugging the emperor with both arms and patting his back gently.
"Are you kidding me?" Yinzhen looked down at her and met her still bright eyes.
In the end, it was the emperor who looked away first: "It's not very good. I... am a little tired."
Ling Rong remained silent, listening to him slowly reveal the pent-up emotions in his heart, still patting his back gently.
Yinzhen found it strange. He would not tell these words to anyone, and even if he did, he would not be so calm. But he did say it, albeit obscurely. He knew that Lingrong, as smart as she was, must know what he was talking about.
He was even more surprised at his own calmness at the moment. He seemed to be telling a very long and boring story, and he kept talking like this for a long time.
"Tell me, am I really wrong?" The emperor hugged her, and it seemed that even his heart was not as empty as before.
"Right or wrong, it doesn't matter." Ling Rong held his warm hand: "Just keep moving forward, I will accompany you."
"Yes, I will not turn back anyway." The emperor held her hand and said, "Since you want to stay with me, you must take good care of yourself and don't make me worry day and night."
"I know." Lingrong smiled at him, just like she did back then.
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From that day on, the emperor spent most of his time in Chengqian Palace, even though Lingrong was ill and could not sleep with him.
Apart from this, he would only go to Cun Ju Tang to sit for a while or visit Wen Yi.
For a while, Lingrong became the only favorite of Zhen Huan, just like in her previous life, when Zhen Huan was heartbroken and unable to go out.
But unlike her previous life, this time, she was no longer a substitute when the emperor couldn't see Zhen Huan.
"The moon boat is rocking, rocking to the moon bridge..." Lingrong gently patted the child in her arms and hummed a gentle nursery rhyme softly. Even though Yinzhen could not hear it clearly, he was captured by the melodious tune.
He looked at the mother who was patiently comforting the baby on the bed, and felt that her whole body was filled with soft light.
After the servants took the sleeping child away, Rong Lu replaced the tea for the two of them, her eyes full of smiles: "It's said that mother and child are connected by heart. The Sixth Prince has been fed by the wet nurse for so long, but only the Queen can coax him to sleep."
Ling Rong was half lying on the bed, and upon hearing this, she jokingly said, "The boy doesn't know how to feel sorry for his mother. Now he's getting even more arrogant, and it's too heavy to hold him in my arms."
Yinzhen put down the book casually, sat down beside the bed, and handed the medicine that Biqing brought to her.
"I have been drinking for ten days now. I should be feeling better now, right?"
Ling Rong glanced at the dull-looking Chinese medicine and couldn't help but frown: "I am now completely soaked in this bitter medicine."
"Good medicine tastes bitter, don't lose your temper." Yinzhen waved his hand, and Biqing understood and brought the candied fruit: "If you drink it all at once, you can suffer less."
Lingrong took a deep breath, picked up the medicine and drank it in one gulp. After finishing, she quickly took the few candied fruits handed to her by the emperor, and only then dared to breathe.
"You weren't afraid when you were dragging your body to help others, but now you feel scared when you drink this bitter medicine." The emperor said this, but still asked someone to pour a cup of jasmine tea for her to rinse her mouth.
"I know I was wrong. Your Majesty, you have been nagging me for ten days." Lingrong tugged at his clothes, and Yinzhen, who was addicted to preaching, reluctantly stopped.
"Are Sister Mei and Sister Wan feeling better?" Ling Rong waited until they had left before asking slowly.
The emperor glanced at her and said, "Why, no one told you? Both of them have suffered a lot of damage in their health after this incident. It's okay if they just take good care of themselves."
"The servants in my palace are afraid that I will worry, so they always report good news but not bad news. With your words, I feel relieved."
"The most important thing for you now is your own health. I will take care of the rest." The emperor patted her hand. Seeing her getting better day by day, he felt comforted.
"The song I heard you sing just now was very gentle. Is it the folk tune from your place?"
"When I was a child, my mother often hummed this song to lull me to naptime." Lingrong's face showed a nostalgic expression: "I don't know if it's the tune from my hometown, but I heard it so many times that I memorized it."
"A mother's love is passed down from generation to generation in this song." The emperor felt a little emotional and even envied his son for a moment.
"If Your Majesty likes it, I can sing it for you." Ling Rong smiled mischievously. The emperor beside her coughed twice and sat upright, refusing her request. "No need. I just like the melodious tune. It's not like the usual lascivious music, and it sounds more sincere."
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"Is this the second half of 'Longing'?"
At night, Zhen Huan suddenly heard a song of "Chang Xiang Si". The flute sound only contained the beautiful meaning of longing, which was not as sad as the original song.
Liu Zhu next to him was also a little confused, not understanding who was playing the flute at this moment.
"I didn't expect to hear such beautiful flute music in this palace." Zhen Huan had encountered many things in recent days, whether it was being ridiculed by Noble Lady Fucha, the Emperor staying by Lingrong's side every day, or Concubine Duan's persuasion out of self-pity. Although she was somewhat touched, it was difficult for Zhen Huan to completely put aside her self-esteem and turn around to flatter.
"Liu Zhu, come with me to take a look outside."
Liu Zhu saw Zhen Huan's face showing interest for the first time, and hurriedly took the palace lantern: "Yes, my lady."
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