MTL - After Giving Way To My Husband’s Sweetheart-Chapter 110 flower tree
On this day, as soon as the restaurant opened for business, I heard the government officials on the street banging gongs and hurriedly driving people away on the street, shouting: "When the imperial concubine is traveling, please give way! When the imperial concubine is traveling, please give way!"
The street vendors and people driving carts and selling pulp saw the government officials coming and were afraid to avoid them. However, after a while, the bustling street was cleared.
Some pedestrians who were in a hurry had no choice but to hide in their restaurant, order a bowl of food at random, and whisper about worldly affairs.
"The first empress has been deposed for so long, but this post has been vacant. What do you think the emperor thinks and why he doesn't appoint a queen again?"
“Why? I’m just worried that the influence of the former queen’s mother clan hasn’t been eradicated yet.”
"Originally, it was said that Concubine Guo must be the one to take the post. Now that Guo Xiaotian is dead, the Guo family has lost its backbone. I'm afraid Concubine Guo can't easily take the post."
“There is only one son left among the saints today, the son of Concubine Guo. Who else can be chosen if she is not the queen?”
After a while, the rumble of palace carriages could be heard on the street, and the people detained in the restaurant closed the windows again and stretched their necks to look outside.
Sima Rui waved his pickaxe and replied: "I dug it out from the garden on the outskirts of Beijing."
It is a pity that in her last life, she could not wait until the day when Sima Chao fulfilled his promise, and she died miserably the day before he married Shuangchi.
“Ouch! You can’t believe that there is no trace!”
Love got out of bed, picked up the teapot and left the room, saying to Sima Rui: "Let's take a rest and drink some water."
There is a large area of poinciana trees in the garden on the outskirts of Beijing, which was planted for her by Sima Chao. Sima Chao took her to see it before, but she only took a glance at it.
Among the palace attendants following behind, some were holding yellow paper incense candles. It seemed that Concubine Guo and her children were traveling to the royal temple outside the city to worship Buddha and fulfill their vows.
Love glanced at Concubine Guo's extraordinarily gorgeous palace car, and couldn't help but remember her parents again.
It was noon when she felt sleepy, so she lay down on her little bed and closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Suddenly, a luxurious car following Concubine Guo suddenly stopped. Then, a palace official stepped forward and opened the car door, respectfully listening to the instructions of the people inside.
To be honest, she is a very beautiful woman, but her beauty is very flamboyant.
Sima Rui, who was sweating profusely, came over upon hearing the news. He looked at Love and smiled brightly: "I see you don't have any flowers or trees in your yard, so I'll plant them for you."
Sima Rui was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said with a smile: "It's okay, if you can't survive, I'll just plant it again in the spring."
Love stood at the window, staring at the strict guards armed with swords and guns surrounding Guo Shihua's car, and she squinted her eyes.
He pointed to the sapling on the side: "Put the sapling here and straighten it."
Love was very happy and replied: "How can anyone plant flowers and trees in autumn survive?"
Although she killed Guo Xiaotian, Concubine Guo was the real culprit who framed her father.
For the Sima family, Sima Rui is one of the few people that Love can trust.
By the time Love opened her eyes, it was already the western border of Wujin, and the remaining light of the setting sun filtered through the window, giving the house a soft halo.
"If this tree can survive, it will bloom next spring, and you can see it when you open the window. How wonderful."
Looking at the specifications of the palace cars, the one in the front should be Concubine Guo, and the two cars behind should be her children, King Qi and Princess Shuangchi.
These days, Sima Rui comes back to Mrs. Etai every once in a while under various names to see her. Although Love knows that Mrs. Etai is just an excuse, Love doesn't feel disgusted in her heart.
He raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead, pointed to the tree species on the side and said, "Isn't this Poinciana your favorite?"
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"What are you doing?" Luo Fu stood in front of the window and asked Sima Rui with a smile.
In her last life, Shuangchi had been thinking about Sima Chao. When Sima Chao wanted to marry Shuangchi as his wife, she had begged him to change his mind.
His explanation to her was that the alliance between the Sima family and Concubine Guo was just for each other to get what they needed. When the Sima family truly won the world, he would dissolve the engagement and set her right.
Love was sitting on the second floor of the restaurant. She looked out through the window and saw more than a thousand palace guards and three gorgeous palace cars passing by on the street.
However, in his previous life, Sima Chao finally concluded a marriage contract with Shuangchi.
He and Sima Chao are completely different people. Sima Rui is polite to others and has a gentle temper. Almost no one would dislike associating with a person like Sima Rui.
In this life, she has given up on Sima Chao, and wonders if he and Shuangchi can reconnect. Love thought about it for a while, then raised her hand to close the window, went down the stairs, and returned to the house through the back door.
As he spoke, he vigorously picked up the pickaxe and started swinging it.
As she said that, Sima Rui stopped, looked at the dug tree hole carefully, and murmured: "It's almost done." After saying that, she turned to Love and said: "Come over and help me. "
Love also regarded him as a friend.
He was digging soil in the yard with a pickaxe. He was wearing a short brown cloth and wielding the pickaxe vigorously. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his already slender figure.
“It’s said that there are noses and eyes. Why can’t you believe it?”
At the moment, she does not have the ability to kill Concubine Guo, but she has never forgotten the blood feud of the Luo family.
Love was condescending, and although she couldn't see it very clearly, the voice and appearance of Shuangchi in the carriage still fell in her eyes.
Having just woken up, Love was still a little dazed. In a daze, she heard a noise outside the window. She sat up and looked outside.
If this were not the case, the imperial concubine would not go to the imperial temple in such a big way if it was not a year or a festival.
Love did as she was told.
"There are two theories. There have been rumors for a long time that Concubine Meng and her son King Qin more than 20 years ago were not dead at all. It was said that they were carried out of the sea of fire by the old **** and quietly escaped from the palace."
Shuangchi is the daughter of Concubine Guo. It is extremely cruel for her to have her serve as a subordinate to the daughter of her enemy all day long.
There is no shortage of all kinds of strange things in the teahouses and restaurants. Nowadays, the nobles are not allowed to go out on the street when they go on patrol. The people who are detained in the small restaurants gather in one place to talk nonsense.
When Love heard this, she lifted the teapot into the pavilion, placed it on the stone table, and asked Sima Rui, "Where did you get the tree seeds?"
It turned out to be Sima Rui.
Or did something happen in the palace again?
Sima Rui gave instructions carefully: "Stretch it straighter. If it's crooked, the tree will grow crooked in the future."
Love did as she was told again, and this time Sima Rui nodded with satisfaction. First, he buried the roots of the tree with the wet soil bit by bit with his hands. When the sapling could stand firmly, he picked up the shovel and shoveled the soil cover. Nice tree pit.
After doing this, he went to the well, shook up a bucket of water, carried it over, poured the water carefully with a ladle, and then told Love: "This newly planted little flower tree, you have to pour it every other day." You need to water it so that it can take root."
