The large, flat, black or yellow ears of a mastiff don't suit her gentle and quiet personality.
An Lingrong pondered for several days and finally made herself two fox ears. She even shyly added a big, fluffy, snow-white tail.
I've heard that noble ladies used to enjoy flower viewing and banquets, and would often dress up as goddesses or similar figures while floating wine cups on a winding stream. I just don't know if any of them dressed up as nine-tailed foxes.
Baojuan sent a willow-leaf purse with a heart-shaped design to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and that evening, the fat orange-haired man arrived at Yanxi Palace.
Aside from the palace maids and eunuchs, no one saw An Lingrong come out to greet them. The chubby orange-haired girl asked, "Where is Consort Jing? I haven't seen her."
Baojuan said, "Your Majesty, Consort Jing is not feeling well and cannot be exposed to the wind. She is resting inside right now."
The chubby orange said, "In that case, I'll go in and take a look."
I eagerly brought him things to invite him over, but when he arrived, he hid inside saying he wasn't feeling well.
Big Fat Orange didn't even need to think to know that An Lingrong probably had some new tricks up her sleeve.
Consort Jing wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was different from the other concubines, making people feel as if they had lost their souls.
The chubby orange cat stepped into the room and headed straight to the right towards the living room. Most of the candles in the room had been extinguished, leaving only a few dim lamps for illumination.
Two lanterns by the bedside emitted a warm yellow light. The pale blue embroidered gauze curtains seemed to be tinged with orange.
A voluptuous figure sat on the bed, likely wearing a fluffy garment.
Big Fat Orange was a little confused. There were several charcoal braziers in the room, and he felt a warm sensation as soon as he entered, so he wanted to take off his coat.
Consort Jing hasn't gone out, so why is she wearing a cloak while in bed?
Stepping forward and pulling back the gauze curtain, the chubby orange cat stared wide-eyed. An Lingrong wore her hair in a Han Chinese style, with two white and pink fox ears adorning her head.
She was dressed very lightly, revealing her fair, white shoulders. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, like those of a wronged white fox, her gaze fixed on him.
"Your Majesty, do I look good like this?"
"nice......"
Big Fat Orange said sincerely that he had never seen such charm in the past few decades. Just wearing two fox ears is more effective than any aphrodisiac.
......
Big Fat Orange lay on the bed with An Lingrong in his arms, looking languid, as if still savoring the passion from just now.
"Why did you suddenly think of these things? Did you perhaps consult someone?"
An Lingrong's eyes flickered. The emperor's question suggested that the other concubines weren't all so proper.
"Why does Your Majesty ask me this? Could it be that one of your sisters has dressed up like this before?"
The chubby orange said, "No, there are few concubines in the palace as bold as you. I was just asking casually, so if you don't want to answer, that's fine."
An Lingrong propped her head up with her right hand, her almond-shaped eyes smiling as she looked at him. "There's no one else here. I learned this from you."
The chubby orange cat exclaimed in surprise, "You learned it from me?"
"Don't even think about labeling me. When did I ever teach you such things? Slandering me will get you punished!"
No sooner had she finished speaking than a large hand slapped An Lingrong on the buttocks, causing her to dodge again.
"I did not slander you!"
"Your Majesty has forgotten that you and Baifu Zaohua painted at least seventy or eighty Western paintings, if not a hundred or two."
"There are heavenly kings, guards, hunters, fishermen, and farmers all. I admire them all, which is why I dressed up like this."
The chubby orange cat laughed, "I thought you were a gentle rabbit, but I never expected you to be a fox demon who stole my heart."
An Lingrong said, "If His Majesty likes rabbits, it's not impossible."
The chubby orange cat teased, "You look good no matter what."
"I was originally thinking of bestowing upon you the rank of Consort, but during the last grand ceremony of bestowing titles upon the six palaces, you were only promoted to Noble Lady."
"It's not even been half a year yet, and I'm afraid the other concubines will have objections. If you were pregnant, I could rightfully promote you."
An Lingrong was displeased; she just had to say whatever annoyed her. Didn't she want a child? It's all because you're useless.
She has no reliable imperial physicians who are loyal to her, nor is she a suitable candidate to have children with her, otherwise, would she need to do this?
After silently repeating to herself several times that this man was the emperor, An Lingrong finally suppressed her resentment.
"If I don't conceive, will Your Majesty refuse to promote me?"
"I know that I come from a humble background. It is already a blessing that I have been chosen to serve Your Majesty in the palace. I should not ask for anything else."
An Lingrong's tearful yet poignant expression, tinged with sadness, melted the heart of the chubby orange cat.
It's just a concubine rank, not a Noble Consort or Imperial Noble Consort, so why would he be stingy with it!
"You are still young, and you will have children sooner or later. Even if you don't, Rong'er is so well-behaved and lovely, I will still love her just the same."
"Alright, don't be sad. After the New Year, I'll find an opportunity to promote you."
An Lingrong immediately stopped crying and started laughing, "Your Majesty's words are law, you can't go back on your word!"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
Big Fat Orange's finger flicked An Lingrong's nose, and its silvery laughter echoed outside the door.
Su Peisheng shied away from the cold wind, wondering what Cui Jinxi was doing at this moment, and whether she was thinking of him too.
My feet were freezing, and my socks were soaked with cold sweat. I felt like a corporate slave working overtime all night, hundreds of years in the future, feeling utterly miserable.
The concubines who entered the palace were all vying for the emperor's favor, and each one had a terrible temper.
But the emperor actually falls for this!
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