Is it Lingrong?
When Sun Miaoqing heard this, he felt a little surprised. After all, An Lingrong's voice had not been trained by the queen and did not have a pure aura.
But when you think about it, it’s not surprising. Nourishing Qi and living in body, literary Qi also nourishes people.
An Lingrong's temperament is still good-tempered now. He is no longer afraid to raise his eyes to look at people like before, giving people a feeling of lowering his eyebrows and submissiveness.
What Big Fat Orange likes is a peerless beauty who is proficient in poetry and calligraphy, and a soul mate whose interests and hobbies match her.
An Lingrong was the most attentive, and he probably discovered this, so it would not be difficult to cater to his superiors.
But Concubine Hua, I'm afraid there will be trouble again...
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The Hall of Nourishing Heart,
The sound of the zheng came from the gap in the door and window.
The sound of the kite disappears and appears, rises and falls, like the top of a mountain, with clouds and mist floating around, moving with the wind, and changing in countless ways.
Big Fat Orange stood in front of the window, tilted his head, closed his eyes gently, and quietly listened to the song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters"
After playing only about a third of the score, An Lingrong stopped.
"Your Majesty, do you think your concubine has learned well these days?"
Big Fat Orange opened his eyes and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good."
"Although Rong'er started a little late, he is very talented. He can play like this in just a few days, which makes me admire him with admiration."
An Lingrong had a bright smile on his face, looking very happy to receive his approval.
"That's because the emperor taught me well. With just a little nudge, my concubine suddenly became enlightened."
"It's easy to play "High Mountains and Flowing Waters", but it's difficult to play it well. I practiced it in private for a month, but I couldn't catch up with the emperor's instructions in the past few days."
"It can be seen that the emperor is a good mentor and friend to my concubine!"
Big Fat Orange is quite proud of himself. An Lingrong is just an unworthy daughter of the county magistrate's family.
In the first sixteen years, he had not received any formal education. He did not remember that there was such a person in the palace.
Unexpectedly, coming out of a small door and a small house is not without its merits. Not only is her temperament rare in the harem, she is also extremely studious.
Let the depression and self-doubt that Big Fat Orange had in teaching Hongshi these days disappear.
He just said that he can sit firmly on the throne, so what does it mean to be a professor?
If Hongshi didn't learn well, it was because he was not very talented, had an unstable mind, and only wanted to have fun. It wasn't that there was something wrong with his teachings!
Thinking of this, Big Fat Orange couldn't help but lament in his heart, he is unworthy of me...
He is wise, mighty, and resourceful, but why are the sons he gave birth to so unsatisfactory?
It’s really a tiger father and son!
"Rong'er is both smart and diligent. With a few words of advice, you can draw inferences."
"Unlike Hongshi, he was born with a wooden head. He looks like anyone but his mother-in-law. It takes a lot of effort for me to teach..."
"If Hongshi was half as smart as you, I would be much less worried."
It seems that there is no difference between emperors and ordinary people when it comes to educating children.
God did not bless him because he claimed to be the emperor and gave him a noble birth, so that everything went smoothly for him and all his wishes came true.
An Lingrong said, "The third elder brother is the eldest son of the emperor, so of course he has a noble character. It's just that the third elder brother is still young now. It will be fine when he is a few years older."
"There has been only the third prince in the palace for a long time, so it is inevitable to feel lonely. When the fifth prince returns to the palace, more princes will be born in the future, Your Majesty."
"The third elder brother will be accompanied by his brothers. In front of his younger brother, he will show his brother's demeanor and be more calm than now."
Big Fat Orange wanted to agree with An Lingrong's point of view, but he knew very well that it would not be easy for him to make progress.
They say you look old at the age of three, so he should say that Hongshi and Concubine Qi are indeed mother and son. Their eyes are the same, clear and full of stupidity.
But he is his biological son after all. Although he knows in his heart, Hongshi will probably be like this in his life.
But emotionally, since he is his eldest son after all, Big Fat Orange still hopes that Hongshi can live up to his expectations.
"I hope so..."
Big Fat Orange suddenly felt sad and said sadly,
"As soon as I ascended the throne, Xin Chang Zai's child disappeared, and then Fang Guiren's child disappeared as well. Only Wen Yi was born safely."
"I thought that Concubine Cheng could give birth to a prince for me, but unexpectedly something unexpected happened."
"If there were more princes, I wouldn't have to worry about Hongshi."
An Lingrong saw Big Fat Orange like this, even though he usually didn't like his third elder brother. But there is no other choice in front of him, and it seems that he still has high hopes for the third elder brother.
Yes, no matter how much you dislike him, he is still your biological son. For example, Sima Yan, Emperor Wu of Jin Dynasty, each of his nephews was young, capable, and capable.
But the throne was still passed on to Emperor Hui of Jin, even though Emperor Hui of Jin was a demented man and simply could not bear this heavy responsibility.
This even led to the Eight Kings Rebellion. Emperor Hui of Jin was held hostage, imprisoned, and humiliated among the princes.
What if Emperor Wu of Jin knew that his beloved son would end up like this? I wonder if he will insist on passing the throne to his son, who cannot stand up.
Maybe it will happen, just to avoid future troubles and pave the way for Emperor Hui. Most likely, they will try their best to kill all the protagonists of the Eight Kings Rebellion.
(Emperor Hui of Jin was the emperor who said why not eat minced meat.)
An Lingrong advised, "The matter is in the past, and the emperor still needs to look forward."
"There are many sisters in the palace, and the emperor is in his prime, so why be in a hurry?"
Big Fat Orange thinks it makes sense. Zhu Yuanzhang, the former founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, lived to be sixty-nine years old, but when he died, his youngest daughter was only three years old.
There is also the late emperor who lived for sixty-eight years. His youngest brother Yinyi was only five years old when he died.
It's not like there are no concubines in the palace who are pregnant, so accidents won't happen every time. He didn't spend much time in the harem, and almost half of it was taken up by Concubine Hua.
Big Fat Orange felt that it was not time for him to worry about this.
"Rong'er is right. I feel very comfortable when I am with you."
"The promised position is still too low. I want to promote you to Chang Zai. As for the title, let the Ministry of Internal Affairs draft it and send it to you. Then you can choose the one you like, okay?"
An Lingrong was stunned, and immediately knelt down to thank him, "Concubine, I thank the emperor for his grace."
Big Fat Orange said, "Get up."
An Lingrong said, "After all, the titles chosen by the Ministry of Internal Affairs are not as good as those chosen by the emperor.
The concubine was bold and wanted to trouble the emperor to choose a concubine for him. "
Big Fat Orange thought for a moment, "You're right. In that case, I'll write a few for you to choose from."
Big Fat Orange walked to the back of the desk, picked up the brush, thought for a while, and then wrote a few words with a big stroke.
An Lingrong read along on the side, "Shu, Wen, Jing, Rou."
"As expected of the Emperor, they are indeed excellent titles."
Big Fat Orange turned his head and leaned into An Lingrong's ear, "Which one do you like best?"
An Lingrong's fingers passed over the words in front of him one by one, and finally stopped on the word "Jing".
"I like the word quiet."
Big Fat Orange said, "Stand firm without fighting, calm and peaceful, just like your temperament."
"Su Peisheng."
"The slave is here."
Big Fat Jue ordered, "Let me tell you to the Sixth Palace, from now on, Jin'an promises to be Jing's constant presence."
"My slave obeys the order, and I wish you peace and quiet."
