This palace comes back in this life, only to be Nian Shilan

Chapter 127 Drowning the Dough Sticks

Concubine Hua thought of the Empress Chunyuan, who was highly praised by everyone, and could not help but let out a sarcastic laugh.

Queen Chunyuan probably never thought that she would be able to receive unanimous praise from the royal family, which was full of mixed people and unpredictable minds.

With the emperor's blessing, who is always restless if he can't get it, and the deliberate flattery of those in the know in order to curry favor with the powerful, it is estimated that anyone who has anything to do with Chun Yuan can get a lot of money.

To be honest, I should be a woman completely opposite to Queen Chunyuan. The emperor is also sincere to me, which shows that men still say one thing and think another.

Well, why should the living and the dead argue about who is better? The living should just live a good life.

Otherwise, everyone would be like the queen, trapped in the siege she built, and would be suffocated to death.

If you live your life again, the truth is to make yourself happy.

Concubine Duan looked at Concubine Hua's expression, which was sometimes confused, sometimes fierce, sometimes sarcastic, and sometimes relieved. She was somewhat unable to figure it out.

The only thing that Concubine Duan can be sure of is that Concubine Hua will never trust the Emperor now.

What about myself? How long will I be confined by my own feelings?

"You must be a little tired after being out for a long time. Sister, please have a good rest. I will go back first." After saying this, Concubine Duan extended her hand to Jixiang, asking her to help her up.

"Sister, wait a minute. Songzhi, go to the small kitchen and ask Lingzhi to pack some of the various snacks from Qingliang Palace for sister to take away."

“No need to be like this…” Concubine Duan was about to refuse when she saw Songzhi had already walked out the door.

The master and servant each do whatever he wants and never listen to anyone's advice.

Concubine Duan was thinking about the taste of the crab roe crisps and did not refuse.

I have to say that the food in Concubine Hua's palace is the best in terms of appearance, aroma and taste.

"Sister, you are in much better health now. You should eat more nourishing food to keep fit. As the saying goes, food is worse than medicine. How about I send Ganoderma lucidum to your palace to nourish your body?" Concubine Hua has always been very passionate about food.

"No need. Now I live in seclusion and rarely go out. It's better not to attract attention." Concubine Duan felt a headache when she thought about the blood swallows in her palace. She was already trying her best to eat, but why didn't the blood swallows disappear?

"Sister, what you said makes sense. Then let Jixiang come to Lingzhi every night to discuss craftsmanship. If she learns a little bit of craftsmanship from Lingzhi, she will be able to take better care of her sister. Then I will feel relieved."

When you want the other party to accept a condition, you have to first make another request that is more difficult to accept.

"Then I'll have to trouble Miss Lingzhi to take care of it." Concubine Duan turned her head and glanced at Jixiang.

Jixiang bows and obeys.

The retreating Concubine Duan was finally given a chance to gain an advantage.

Concubine Hua just couldn't believe that there were people who could eat delicious food and drink delicious drinks every day and yet stare at the friendship that was gone with a bitter look on their face.

Concubine Duan is just too lifeless.

Concubine Duan lived a life like a bodhisattva, while Concubine Xin and her daughter lived a life like a landlord's wife.

The mother and daughter are both very generous.

On the morning of the Qixi Festival, after Hua Fei finished dressing up, she suddenly felt like not letting Lingzhi set breakfast, and took Songzhi to Yixia Pavilion behind Qingliang Palace to visit Xin Changzai and her daughter.

Speaking of which, Linglong would hang around in front of him almost every day, either having lunch at the Qingliang Terrace or taking a nap at the Qingliang Terrace.

Concubine Hua was very curious. What was Concubine Xin doing every day without even saying anything about going to the Emperor to rekindle their relationship?

So Concubine Hua chose an early morning and went to Yixia Pavilion.

As soon as she entered Yixia Pavilion, she was shocked by the dazzling array of things. Concubine Hua opened her eyes wide in shock. There was no place to even step.

Xin Chang has always liked dwarf pines. Ever since he found out that the reason for his miscarriage was that someone had tampered with the pebbles on the dwarf pines, he has not collected and planted dwarf pines for a long time.

After coming to the Old Summer Palace, people relax and their previous vigilance gradually fades away. Once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of the rope for ten years. If you really live like this, it will be boring.

Therefore, Xin Changzai picked up this hobby again, and her love for it was like a flood.

Therefore, she hid in Yixia Pavilion all day long to take care of flowers and plants, changing pots today, loosening the soil tomorrow, and fertilizing the flowers the day after tomorrow.

Xin Chang has always loved plants and is quite familiar with their growth habits. Xin Chang has been hanging out with the servants in the greenhouse for a long time, and the servants often bring over one or two pots of bonsai that look dying and ask Xin Chang to help.

"Lend a hand to rescue?" When Hua Fei heard Xin Changzai's complacent description, she couldn't help but complain, "You are quite chivalrous?"

Those who don’t know would think this is a martial arts novel, not a palace fighting drama.

I wouldn’t dare write this in Mr. Sanjin’s notebook.

"Yes, Your Majesty, look, the three pots of peonies in the west corner were rescued by me." Xin Changzai looked at her masterpiece complacently.

At this moment, the delicate little hands had grabbed the third fried dough stick from the plate and drowned it in the soy milk.

Concubine Hua looked at the flowers and plants in the courtyard of Yixia Pavilion that were being tended by Concubine Xin, growing wildly and luxuriantly. The little girl in front of her also used brute force to deal with the fried dough sticks.

That’s good. Xin Changzai has a different understanding of vitality.

"My queen, you're right. This subordinate knows a lot. A few days ago, the queen had a headache and wanted to summon concubines to serve her. I was going to go, but the servants in the flower room told me in advance. I escaped by saying I had a cold."

"How could the palace maids have predicted that the Queen would have a headache?" Concubine Hua became suspicious.

"The servants in the greenhouse will take care of the flowers and plants according to the weather. It looked like a heavy rainstorm was about to happen that day, so the servants in the greenhouse came to remind me to move all the flowers and plants into the house. They just said it casually." Xin Changzai didn't care at all. She knew a lot of stories.

For example, Eunuch Su, who was beside the emperor, had always protected Cui Jinxi, who was beside Zhen Huan. When the Ministry of Internal Affairs arranged the job, it was Su Peisheng who arranged Jinxi to serve the dowager concubine, just to let Jinxi suffer less from the hardship of being on duty.

For example, the deceased Xiao Yuzi had a perverted obsession and love for Yu Ying'er. Oh, forget it, it's a bit unlucky not to mention the dead.

"The servants in the flower room said that the queen gets a headache every time it rains. The reason is that she misses the eldest prince. You say the queen is the same. She is thinking about her son while sending women to the emperor. How hard is her life."

Xin Chang kept thinking about the child she had lost in a miscarriage. Although she vaguely felt that it was the Queen's doing, she couldn't say much about it without any evidence.

Although she had lost her child, at least Linglong was by her side, which alleviated some of her sorrow. In addition, her friendship with the emperor was gradually fading, so she could live a normal life.