An Lingrong glanced at the clothes and jewelry that Dill had brought back, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked back at Cardamom, with three points of helplessness in his eyes.

In the end, he is young and must not use some.

"The clothes fit well." An Lingrong came out after trying on clothes, "I forgot to tell you the size, how do you know?" ”

Dill turned pale: "The slave will look at the bones." ”

An Lingrong was stunned.

Look at the bones, as the name suggests, it is not the skin of a person, but the bone appearance, and the people who can practice this skill are generally not ordinary people.

An Lingrong frowned slightly, and was silent for a while before speaking: "Cardamom also has a skill?" ”

"Cardamom is a little more than a doctor." Dill spoke in a calm tone.

"Is it medicine, or is it poison?" An Lingrong asked her word by word.

Dill was silent, and Cardamom stood cowering in the corner.

After a long stalemate, An Lingrong sighed: "That's it, if you can keep to yourself, stay by my side." ”

Dill was slightly moved, and knelt down towards An Lingrong again: "If the background of the two of us is known by the young lady, we can only worry about Miss Zeng, and if it is difficult to hide it in the future, the two of us should leave without causing any trouble to the young lady." ”

Cardamom didn't do anything, and when she saw her sister kneeling, she also knelt down.

"Get up." An Lingrong raised his hand, "Let's talk about it later." ”

The dill and cardamom remained.

Half a month passed in a flash.

Some people quietly prepared and practiced the temple election word by word; Some people worship the Buddha, only wish to have a confidant in this life; Someone is busy and dresses himself up in a fancy way......

An Lingrong stood quietly in the corner, the shadow of the tree in the corner shrouded her in darkness, and no one noticed her.

She looked at the familiar and unfamiliar people and scenes in front of her, and her mind was a little trance-like.

She saw from a distance in the southeast corner, Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang were holding hands and talking affectionately, one was dignified and beautiful, the other was outstanding, standing in the middle of a group of ordinary show girls.

On the other side, Xia Dongchun wore red clothes and red flowers, standing brightly in the center of the crowd, showing off her Suzhou embroidery loudly with the show girl next to her, her spirit was flying and unrestrained.

"What kind of house is that, so rampant."

"Sister Fucha, it's the summer and winter of the family with the coat and the leader, I heard that it is a concubine, no wonder I don't know the rules."

An Lingrong looked over when he heard the voice, and a familiar face came into view.

It is the nobleman of Fucha.

Fucha Yixin also happened to look over, and was looking at An Lingrong, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she asked the show girl next to her: "Who is that?" ”

An Lingrong only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, not paying attention to the discussion at all.

Fucha Yixin relied on her illustrious family background and never took anyone seriously, but she was obsessed with an unknown little show girl, so she asked left and right, and sighed after learning An Lingrong's family background.

"Those who came out of a small family have such a bearing." She looked at An Lingrong's side face and shook her head regretfully, "If she can enter the palace, I would be happy to make friends." ”

Fucha Yixin could see at a glance that An Lingrong was wearing the "Closed Moon" of the Treasure Pavilion, which she liked very much two years ago, and deliberately cut a larger one.

But this dress is one inch larger and completely loses its beauty, so that the one she bought has been pressed at the bottom of the box, and at first glance today An Lingrong knew how beautiful this dress was.

In this life, there was no tea cup, no humiliation in Xia, Dongchun and Zhen Huan's rescue, An Lingrong quietly waited for the time for him to enter the palace.

"Chuan, An Lingrong, Yi Bingqing, Jiang Rulin, Dai Ying, Liu Lianzi, Qi Siqin, six people will meet you."

In front of the Jinluan Palace, the Son of Heaven is majestic, and the atmosphere of the main hall is heavy and depressing.

"An Lingrong, daughter of Cheng'an Bihuai in Songyang County, is sixteen years old."

An Lingrong knelt down with his clothes tied, and Lang Lang spoke: "Courtier An Lingrong, see the Empress Dowager, may the Empress Dowager be blessed with peace and happiness." ”

The girl's tail sound came into the hall, and the emperor straightened up slightly, his expression changed slightly.

The queen mother on the side noticed it, but she didn't know why, but she also mentioned: "The posture of the salute is dignified, and it is difficult for you." ”

"The parents at home taught that it is the greatest blessing in this life for the courtiers to be lucky enough to enter the palace and see the face of heaven, and they dare not slack off." An Lingrong lowered his eyes and replied.

"I know the rules, and Ambihuai teaches her daughters well." The emperor praised and motioned to the eunuch on the side, "Keep it." ”

The eunuch immediately sang: "An Lingrong, leave a brand, give a sachet." ”

The Queen Mother raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief, but the emperor has opened his mouth, there are one and there are two, this An family looks at it and keeps to himself, it is a good one.

An Lingrong stood in front of the hall and took the sachet.

She knew that it would be difficult for her appearance to attract the emperor's attention, so she could only find another way.

Queen Chunyuan is the emperor's unforgettable person, she was trained by the queen in her last life, her voice is eight points similar to that of Queen Chunyuan, pinching the tone, she can learn enough to be ten, the emperor is thoughtful, and naturally will not miss it.

As for the Queen Mother, she liked Shen Meizhuang the most in her previous life, just because she was famous and beautiful, and her demeanor was dignified. An Lingrong trained his demeanor wholeheartedly in the past half month, which was a small success, and he was really favored by the Queen Mother.

Being selected is a sure thing.

But when he heard the words "leave the brand", An Lingrong was still greatly relieved.

Before she left the temple with the procession, she glanced up at the clear sky, the sun shining warmly on her face.

At this moment, it was like a new life.

She's finally about to start a harem career again.

An Lingrong swept away the glow in her eyes and was about to leave the palace, when a sudden voice stopped her steps.

"Little Master An, the slave maid was ordered by the emperor to send the little master out of the palace." A grandmother walked behind An Lingrong at some point, with a solemn face.

The unsuccessful show girls around cast jealous glances.

An Lingrong was puzzled for a moment.

She hadn't seen this grandmother in her previous life, but she quickly reacted: "There is Aunt Lao, I don't know what to call my aunt?" ”

"The slave's name is Fenruo." Fen Ruo walked in front of An Lingrong and led the way.

I had only heard of Aunt Fangruo, but I didn't know that there was an Aunt Fenruo by the emperor's side.

An Lingrong only had doubts in his heart, but did not ask.

Fen Ruo sent An Lingrong all the way to the gate of the palace, and returned to the palace after a few words of greeting.

Dill and cardamom have been waiting for a long time, and after learning that An Lingrong was selected, Cardamom clapped her hands happily, but it was dill with a faint expression.

"The slave knows that the young lady will definitely be selected, so she is not surprised by this result." Dill smiled lightly and answered An Lingrong's doubts.

After listening to this, An Lingrong just smiled: "Go back and prepare well, in a few days, Aunt Jiaoxi will come to teach and teach the rules of the palace, don't slack off." ”

Dill and cardamom should be.

Back in Qingfeng Garden, An Lingrong told Aunt Xiao the news of the election, and Aunt Xiao was so happy that her eyes narrowed: "But you have to tell the old lady the good news quickly." ”

"Please ask my aunt to prepare the banquet, I will have a banquet for Mr. Ji in the evening."

Mr. Ji is the master of Qingfeng Garden.

"Mr. Ji has a great kindness and is willing to rent Qingfeng Garden to me temporarily, which really helps me a lot, so I will replace the wine with tea, and I thank Mr. here." An Lingrong raised his glass to Mr. Ji and drank it all.

"The little master is polite." Mr. Ji hurriedly returned the salute and took a sip, "Mrs. died early, I only have one son under my knees, and I really don't need such a big house. ”

An Lingrong pursed his lips and smiled, did not answer, and said instead: "Today, I also have something to ask Mr. ”

"Little Lord, please speak."

"I didn't expect to be selected this time, Songyang is far away, and the eunuch who announced the decree must not be able to rush home so soon to report the good news, so I want to ask Mr. to write a letter to my family." An Lingrong said his intentions today.

Mr. Ji has no follow, it's just that he is old and has no strength to hold the pen: "If the little master doesn't dislike it, I'll let my unsuccessful son ghostwrite for the little master, okay?" ”

An Lingrong hesitated for a moment, nodded and agreed.

It's not really good news, there are some things she has to explain to her father in person.

The next day, Mr. Ji's son Ji He came to Qingfeng Garden with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Dill arranged for him to wait outside, and moved the screen to block it, and then entered the house to inform An Lingrong that the people had arrived.

An Lingrong sat down and talked to Ji He through the screen: "There is Brother Lao Ji." ”

Ji He sat outside, only to hear a cool and gentle female voice fall into his ears, and he didn't feel that his heart was soft: "The little master commands, Ji should obey." ”

He set up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and listened to An Lingrong's words and sentences, and while writing, he understood why she had to send this letter to her family.

"The father is fine, the daughter lives up to the trust, she has to be elected to the palace, the will will come in about half a month, before that, the daughter has a few things she wants to tell her father.

"There are many concubines and concubines in the family, so you can't leave your tongue in front of the eunuch who proclaimed the decree, and I hope that my father will make arrangements as soon as possible.

In addition, Songyang is a long way away, and the eunuchs are working hard, and my father should prepare silver money in advance, and prepare rooms for emergencies.

"This time in Beijing, Aunt Xiao has made a lot of contributions, and her daughter looks at it and has the demeanor of being in charge. The mother became ill from hard work, and in the future, the father could leave the household chores to Aunt Xiao to take care of. In addition, Xuan'er is getting older, it should be the age of studying, I hope that my father can find a private school for him, and he may become a daughter in the future......"

With the last word of the pen, Ji He dried the ink and handed it to Dill.

"The little master is delicate, and when he enters the palace in the future, everything will go smoothly." Ji He exchanged a few polite words with An Lingrong and left Qingfeng Garden.

Seeing that he didn't say much, An Lingrong breathed a sigh of relief.

After the family letter, An Lingrong asked Dill to wrap ten taels of silver to go to the Treasure Pavilion, as for how to say it, Dill has its own measure.

After everything was arranged, An Lingrong pulled Aunt Xiao and counted the remaining silver coins.

The first two hundred and thirty-three taels, excluding the rent of Qingfeng Garden, the carriage and the small hand, the thugs, and the Treasure Pavilion, and then excluding the daily expenses during this period, there were still eighty taels of silver left, and some loose money.

Qingfeng Yuan also had a deposit of ten taels, and An Lingrong used it as Aunt Xiao's travel expenses back to Songyang, and gave her another twenty taels as a reward.

Looking at the remaining sixty taels, An Lingrong was a little worried.

When I first entered the palace, I needed to pay everywhere, and I was afraid that I couldn't afford to spend this money for a day.

Dill came back, but the silver was not given out, but received the gift back: "The shopkeeper said that this is the most fashionable incense powder in the capital at the moment, and it is delicate and shiny on the face, so I congratulate the little master on the great joy of the election." ”

An Lingrong's eyes lit up slightly.