Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  The imperial concubine fell out of favor and was banned from living in the Phoenix Palace. The news spread throughout the harem almost overnight.

  Everyone was watching jokes, and even the queen mother asked the emperor to ask questions.

  The dark tide in the palace is turbulent, and although the autumn is strong, the women in the palace suddenly come alive, competing for beauty and beauty, and the slightly desolate imperial garden is also as bright as spring.

   "Greet Concubine Virtue."

  Yingshengyan's voice was full of purple, bright and red, and Concubine De was complacent and stepped down, arrogantly squinting at Yingyingyanyan who was full of gardens.

   "All get up."

   "Sister De Concubine." Concubine Xian gave a light salute and turned back from a pot of late chrysanthemum, she was more delicate than a flower. "Come and see, this chrysanthemum is blooming well."

   Concubine De raised her hand and straightened her hair. She wore a transparent bracelet on her wrist, which matched the steps on her head.

   "Sister is so elegant."

  De Concubine replied leisurely and walked over.

  The emperor favored the noble concubine all the year round, and the beauties in the palace were just struggling to survive, there was no reason to fight, and they were at peace with each other.

   Now that the imperial concubine suddenly fell from power, it was like throwing a fat meat bone. Who wouldn't green eyes and want to grab a bite from the women who have been hungry for a long time?

   "Looking at the beauty of the courtyard, I can't help but remind Ben Gong of the grand election of a few years ago. A new generation has replaced the old, and we are all old people."

   "Elder sister is not old, she is in her right year." Concubine Xian covered her mouth and smiled, took off a huge golden chrysanthemum and put it on Concubine De's head.

   "This flower is rich and noble, and it is just right for my sister. The Chongyang Festival is not long, and my sister will wish my sister to climb higher."

   Concubine De wanted to stop her, but after hearing what she said, she turned her anger into joy. She let her hold the flower hairpin and raised her hand to caress it gently.

   "Thank you sister Ji Yan."

  Concubine De was next to the maid who was close to her body and stepped forward to help her master adjust the huge flowers. She looked left and right to block the step, so she had to pull out the elegant step and find another place to insert it.

   The palace maid compared a few times, but couldn't find a suitable place to insert it. She always felt that this step and the gorgeous and rich golden chrysanthemum were placed on the same head, which seemed nondescript.

   "There are no rules." Concubine Vi resigned the palace maid, smiling arrogantly. "Tell my sister to see a joke."

   "Sister, what did you say?" Concubine Xian smiled kindly, and then pulled Concubine De to enjoy the flowers and sing poetry, which was full of joy.

   "You love concubines are very happy."

   A calm male voice sounded, and Yingyingyanyan dwarfed again.

   "Hail Your Majesty."

   "Be flat."

   He Liancheng waved his hand at will, his eyes swept around, and then fell on De Concubine's head.

   "This flower will bloom, so I know where to look for wealth and honor."

   Concubine De was named and praised by the emperor, she couldn't help Xiafei's cheeks, Yingying gave another blessing.

   "Your Majesty praised it. The rich and noble land in the world can't be counted here. Under the emperor's feet, we have both blessings and good luck. This flower blooms better than other places, so sensible."

  Heliancheng nodded as if amused by her clever mouth.

   "Send that pot of golden chrysanthemums to the Palace of Concubine De Concubine."

   "Thank you for your grace."

   Concubine De was overjoyed, and Yingying thanked her again.

   "Your Majesty, the concubine also felt that the pot of golden chrysanthemum was a good match for Sister De Concubine, so I pinched it on my sister's hairpin, and even sang a poem."

  Concubine Xian was unwilling to be lonely, and smiled.

   "Oh? Let's hear it."

  Helian City strolled leisurely, and the concubines and concubines followed closely behind, crowded and crowded, not knowing who pinched whom, who stepped on whose embroidered shoes, and did not dare to make trouble in front of the emperor after eating a secret loss.

   "The concubines are showing their ugliness."

  Concubine Xian showed a smile, she was beautiful and lovely, and she slowly chanted: "The chrysanthemum in the small courtyard is smoky and rainy. The weather is desolate, and people are haggard. I am ashamed by the warm orange fragrance.