Empress is forced to be the favorite concubine every day

Chapter 462 Don't talk nonsense. Let's see for yourself

There are quite a few people who don't want the Huachao Festival to be held smoothly
There are many people who don't want to see her beauty...

She never naively thought that everything would be smooth and calm...

Correspondingly, she is not helpless.

What's more, the famous flowers cultivated by the Royal Garden are far from being rare in her eyes... let alone be worthy of being crowned the king of flowers.

The quiet needle drop can be heard in the huge Imperial Garden.
The bees and butterflies in the flower beds seem to have been muted.
Song Lieyin walked all the way and looked around at the garden full of flowers...

"Is there something wrong with the other flowers?" She asked lightly.

Hua Gong and Mao Mao followed behind, and hurriedly replied after hearing the words: "It's all right... I didn't find any other problems when I checked in the morning... I will check it again later..."

After speaking, he carefully glanced at Song Lieyin.

Song Lieyin hooked the corners of his lips, "There is no need to test this palace, I am willing to give you a chance to make up for your mistakes... But if you don't grasp it well... then you should indeed apologise with death."

Song Lieyin's voice was light and ethereal.

When Eunuch Hua heard this, his heart sank heavily, and he no longer dared to regard her as a girl of sixteen or seventeen from ordinary wealthy families...

A concubine is a concubine, regardless of age or seniority, they are all existences that he can't afford to offend.
He really had a tentative mind just now.

That's why I deliberately said things like 'check it out later'.
But at this moment, Eunuch Hua dared not take any chances.

The temper of the person in front of me is not really soft
What's more, it was their Royal Garden who made a big mistake this time.
Suddenly, Song Lieyin's footsteps stopped.

Hua Gonggong's heart suddenly gave a 'thump'.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Song Lieyin ignored him, but casually pulled out a hairpin from the bun.

Then, I used the tip of the hairpin to pull back and forth a few times on a small cluster of budding peony flowers...

In the air, there is a very fine powder falling from the back of the flowers and leaves... so fine that it is difficult for the naked eye to catch it.
But Song Lieyin's keen sense of smell, cultivated in two lifetimes, still smelled a faint musty smell of rot in the fragrance of flowers
"Grandpa Hua, it seems that you really don't want your head anymore...not only the famous flower has been tampered with... even these things have been drugged and you don't know it..."

"I'm a little skeptical now. Are you lacking in ability, or are you deliberately trying to direct all of Bengong's attention to those famous flowers?"

"These flowers are also used to decorate the venue during elegant banquets, and they are even more accessible to everyone than famous flowers."

Her voice was not angry but prestige, and the father-in-law Hua who asked several times in a row was completely dumbfounded.
"The slave dare not. The slave wronged the slave"

Song Lieyin: "Okay, don't talk nonsense. Let's see for yourself~"

Eunuch Hua shook his hands and pulled away the flowers and leaves.

Sure enough, under the leaves of each flower, there was a piece of fine hoarfrost similar to powdery mildew...

With a slight touch, it will be shaken off and stained on the people who watch the flowers.
Eunuch Hua couldn't stand anymore, he knelt down with a 'plop'
Song Lieyin told Jasmine, "Cut a few leaves, wrap them and take them home."

Jasmine said: "Yes."

Then, he glanced at Grandpa Hua with disgust, "Grandpa Hua, trim the flower scissors"

Eunuch Hua was in a daze, and didn't even react for a while. He only felt that there were patches of darkness in front of him.
Fortunately, another servant girl at the side brought a tool bag with her.

She hastily took out a pair of small scissors from the small bag hanging on her waist, and boldly said: "Slaves, servants have them here."

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Supplement 9.25 (1)

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