bookcurios Chapter 267 1 Prune Cutting
Chapter 267 1 Prune Cutting
An Lingrong turned around, her blood pressure soaring instantly. She hurriedly stood up and knelt on the ground: "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you!"
On the other side, Shen Meizhuang also came back to her senses. Although her heart was in turmoil, she quickly straightened her posture and knelt on the ground with An Lingrong.
They have not forgotten Yongzheng's imperial edict. Now they have come to Suiyuxuan openly and have been caught red-handed by the emperor. If he gets angry, it will be a serious matter.
Yongzheng looked at the situation before him, quietly came to their side, pulled them up one by one, and then sat them at the table. His eyes casually swept across the table, and saw the dishes that were all Zhen Huan's favorites, and his heart couldn't help but move slightly.
"You guys sit down too!" Yongzheng's voice was low and steady, without any emotional fluctuations.
An Lingrong finally felt relieved and listened to his words. It seemed that he was not that angry!
The three of them sat facing each other, no one speaking. The air in the hall seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.
Yongzheng was the first to speak, breaking the silence, "Why is there no birthday cake?"
An Lingrong rolled her eyes. It's already this time, and you're still thinking about eating?
They have already taken a huge risk by coming here, so how could they dare to make cakes in a grand manner!
"Well...how about I do it now?"
Yongzheng thought for a moment and waved his hand: "Forget it!"
The owner is not here, who will eat it?
Shen Meizhuang stood up and poured a glass of wine for Yongzheng: "Your Highness, Rong'er and I offer a toast."
"it is good!"
The three cups touched lightly in the air, making a crisp sound, and then they raised their heads and drank it all in one gulp.
After the meal, Yongzheng slowly took the now-sleeping Longyue in his arms. His movements were gentle and cautious, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world. He quietly gazed at Longyue's lovely, pink face, his eyes filled with kindness, yet also with a complex and incomprehensible mix of thoughts.
After an unknown amount of time, he raised his head, sighed slightly, and looked at An Lingrong: "It has been a long time since I heard you sing. Sing a song for me!"
Looking at his expression, An Lingrong decided to pierce his heart.
Standing aside, she sang softly with her red lips:
The fragrance of the red lotus fades, and the jade mat is cold in autumn. I take off my silk dress and board the orchid boat alone. Who sent this brocade letter from the clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon is full in the west building.
The flowers flow by themselves.One kind of lovesickness, two sorrows.There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lower my brows, but my heart.
The worry has just left my brow, but it’s now on my mind~ It’s now on my mind.”
The last line, sung gracefully by An Lingrong, was filled with a profoundly mournful melody, every thread entwined with endless longing. As she sang, her heart was filled with pain, and her eyes gradually reddened.
The song ended, its lingering sound lingering faintly in the air. Yongzheng sat there quietly, his head bowed, his expression unclear. Even so, one could still clearly sense the loneliness emanating from him.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Yongzheng slowly raised his head. He saw An Lingrong and Shen Meizhuang cuddling together, like two wounded little animals, seeking comfort from each other. Their eyes were filled with an inextricable sorrow.
Well, An Lingrong stabbed the emperor's heart, but it only hurt the enemy a thousand times and hurt herself eight hundred times, and even she and Shen Meizhuang were hurt.
As the sky gradually darkened, Yongzheng slowly stood up and said, "Let's go!"
That night, Yongzheng stayed in the east side hall of Yonghe Palace.
At night, the silence was suddenly broken by a burst of hurried footsteps. An Lingrong, wearing only her inner garments, rushed into the main hall with a panicked look on her face.
Cai Xing, who was on night watch, was dazed when she was awakened by the noise. She hurriedly picked up the lamp and asked worriedly, "My Lady, what's wrong?"
But An Lingrong didn't bother to answer her. She ran straight to Shen Meizhuang's bed, opened the curtains, and called out urgently, "Sister, sister!"
Shen Meizhuang was startled awake from her sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw An Lingrong in such a panic. She was shocked and sat up quickly, asking anxiously, "Rong'er, what's wrong?
"Sister, the emperor has a fever!" An Lingrong said breathlessly.
When Shen Meizhuang heard this, she finally relaxed. It turned out that the emperor was ill. She thought something serious had happened.
She let out a long breath, gathered herself, and took a closer look at An Lingrong's outfit. Suddenly, she became anxious again: "Why aren't you wearing any clothes? What if you catch a cold? Caixing, go get some clothes!"
After saying this, she looked at An Lingrong with concern and asked softly, "Are you cold?"
An Lingrong: ...
"Sister, did you hear what I said?"
"I heard clearly, the emperor is ill!" Shen Meizhuang calmly got out of bed and arranged her clothes while giving instructions in an orderly manner: "Xiao Shi, go to the Imperial Hospital to ask for the imperial physician, and then send someone to tell the Empress Dowager. Wait until dawn, and then report to the Empress Dowager."
After giving these instructions, Shen Meizhuang asked, "What happened? Why did he get sick?"
"I don't know! The emperor and I just talked for a few words that night. He praised me for being loyal and righteous, and I flattered him. I didn't mention Sister Zhen at all! Then we went to bed, just slept, and did nothing else..." An Lingrong spoke quickly and incessantly.
Shen Meizhuang couldn't help but stroke her forehead and said helplessly: "Let's get to the point!
"That's the point! He was asleep, but I wasn't. I started to feel something was wrong while I was sleeping. His breathing was so heavy it kept me awake. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I got up and took a look. I knew immediately he had a fever. I have experience with this disease. Let me tell you, people with fever usually have heavy breathing and a flushed face... Where are you going, sister?"
Before she could finish, she saw Shen Meizhuang walking out.
Just as An Lingrong was about to catch up, Cai Xing pulled her back. She said solemnly, "Your Majesty, put on some clothes. It's cold outside."
By the time she had dressed and arrived at the East Wing Hall, Su Ye had already taken Yongzheng's pulse and was whispering to Shen Meizhuang, "Your Majesty, the Emperor is suffering from internal depression and a cold. He's not seriously ill and will be fine after a few days of rest!"
Shen Meizhuang nodded.
A moment later, the imperial physician came hurriedly and his diagnosis was the same as Su Ye's.
Seeing this, Shen Meizhuang secretly gave Su Ye a thumbs up, her eyes full of admiration.
Su Ye received the signal, smiled slightly, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes.
At dawn, Yongzheng was sent back to the Yangxin Palace to rest, and Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong followed.