Chapter 368: The Flowers Are Similar Year After Year

"I can't leave the palace."

Mu Qianqian's body trembled, and she was about to tell her difficulties, but Nanny Duan didn't want to listen to her history of suffering. She said with a wooden face: "Then fight for favor, use the rest of your life, use your life to fight for the emperor's favor."

This sentence was too profound for the fifteen-year-old Mu Qianqian.

She didn't understand it at all.

Isn't it something the emperor would do

to favor beautiful girls? Why did Nanny Duan let her fight for favor with her life?

The sun was shining brightly, and the eaves and corners of the palace, which had just experienced the white snow, were washed and looked brand new. When

the sunlight shone down, the rows of green tiles and red walls showed its nobleness and magnificence.

At the end of the long palace corridor, the palace maids who were walking suddenly retreated to the wall and knelt down.

This was the sedan chair of a noble person.

Madam Duan reached out and pushed Mu Qianqian aside: "Kneel down."

A large group of people came in front of her. Mu Qianqian only felt a burst of fragrant wind blowing. She couldn't help but look up and secretly look around. She

saw twelve palace maids surrounding a sedan chair. On the sedan chair sat a beautiful woman with thousands of brilliance. She was dressed gorgeously, with a complicated bun, and a dazzling array of headdresses on her head. She didn't feel messy or crowded, but instead had a sense of nobility like a rich family's daughter who was raised pampered.

The red palace dress, matched with the perfect makeup on her face, just looking at her like this, she seemed to be born for this majestic imperial city.

The woman who was high above gave people the same feeling as the palace.

The same wealth and charm.

Xi Que couldn't help but laughed with her hands covering her mouth. Jiang Xinyue glanced at her: "What are you laughing at alone?"

Xi Que raised her head and looked up at her, her eyebrows full of smiles: "I thought of the time when I and the queen entered the palace to participate in the election three years ago. At that time, I and the queen also met the phoenix carriage of the late emperor on this road, and the concubine was scolded by the eunuch in charge because she raised her head to peek at the late emperor!"

She took a deep breath as if sighing: " Now our queen has become the one envied by the concubines. This is what eunuch Qian Sheng talks about all day long, why the flowers are the same every year, but the people are different, right? "

Shuangjiang chuckled, "What they said is, the flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year."

Xijue said righteously, "Isn't that the same thing as what I said?"

Jiang Xinyue also chuckled. Shuangjiang could not defeat Xijue's bandit logic.

"But I think this sentence should be changed now."

Xi Que shook her head and said, "The flowers are similar year after year, and the people are the same year after year."

Jiang Xinyue nodded, "It seems that our Xi Que has the potential to be a great poet."

The palace is now full of roses, of various varieties, and new varieties developed by craftsmen.

There are no plum gardens, crabapple gardens, or lotus ponds. There are roses everywhere.

Qingyang Palace was renamed from the original Xihe Palace. After the lotus pond in front was filled and planted with roses, the palace is no longer damp and attracts mosquitoes. The scenery is very good in spring, and the roses are in full bloom, which is beautiful.

Many concubines have already inquired about Qingyang Palace, and want to move in after the canonization.

As for the fact that people have died in the palace, and even there are wronged souls in the lotus pond, the emperor has issued an order not to allow palace people to talk nonsense, who dares to reveal it?

Everyone only knows that this is where the imperial concubine lived in the past, and it is said that she was also favored here again. It is the paradise of concubines!

Xi Que, who was praised by Jiang Xinyue, was very proud. She pouted her little mouth and looked at Shuangjiang: "Did you hear it? The queen said I am a poet."

Shuangjiang: The queen seems to say that I have the potential to be a poet, right?

And this sentence is obviously a tease to her. She really doesn't listen to the scolding, but takes the compliments seriously. She

is worthy of being a Xi Que.

"Yes!"

Shuangjiang saw her smug look and deliberately made fun of her: "The great poet can write several love poems to certain people tonight. I think certain people will be so happy to receive them."

"Shuangjiang!"

Xijue stared with a pair of big eyes, her face red to the roots of her neck. Thinking that Jiang Xinyue didn't know yet, she secretly looked at her master with her eyes and gently nudged Shuangjiang with her elbow: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't like herring, I won't get married, I want to serve the queen for the rest of my life."

"Did I say that certain people are herrings?"

Jiang Xinyue was almost laughed to death by this idiot, but she still bit her teeth tightly, trying not to laugh out loud.

She still had to pretend that she didn't know, let Xijue and herring develop and get along slowly, and not put too much pressure on Xijue. For

women in this era, getting married is like being reborn.

She didn't want to compare the usefulness of women to getting married and having children, but the Great Yan Dynasty was indeed not the later generations. The only place where women could display their talents was in the backyard.

For women of this era, doing business, participating in politics, and showing up in public were all shameful and impossible.

Occasionally, there were one or two women who were superior to men, but they were exceptions among exceptions. They were forced into a desperate situation by the current situation of life. The hardships were not something that ordinary people could endure.

Therefore, if Xi Que wanted to marry Qingyu, Jiang Xinyue hoped that they could fully understand each other, accept all the advantages and disadvantages of each other, and make sure that they could stay together for the rest of their lives and never remarry.

Xi Que blushed and changed the subject immediately and tactfully: "Your Majesty, did you notice just now? The concubine behind Nanny Duan looks like you when you first entered the palace!"

Whether it's temperament, body shape or demeanor.

But the concubine lowered her head, so she couldn't see clearly, and didn't know how similar the face was.

That's why she noticed the concubine just now.

Jiang Xinyue looked back, and Nanny Duan had already led the concubine away. She only saw a blurry back disappearing at the end.

But it doesn't matter.

She is still young and beautiful. Even if the emperor wants to find a substitute, he has to wait until she dies. Otherwise, she, the original, is here, and he has to find a substitute when he is full?

The emperor was fourteen or fifteen years older than her. If he was to die, he would die first. No one could be her imitation.

"Qingyang Palace?"

Wei Shu sneered: "If that idiot wants to live in Qingyang Palace, let her live there, as long as she doesn't cry and shout about leaving after knowing the truth."

It was no secret that Huang Yanyu spent money to bribe the Ministry of Internal Affairs to be assigned to Qingyang Palace.

The main reason was that she was too high-profile, and it was hard for others not to know.

If such a flamboyant person had the protection of the Imperial Concubine, he could still be domineering for a while.

If not, he would be destined to die early.

Wei Shu had been in and out of the imperial court since she was a child, and she knew more secrets of the palace than others.

She also heard some of what happened in Qingyang Palace from her sister-in-law Pei Wu.

The emperor thought it was unlucky for a place where people had died, so how could he possibly favor the concubines there?