Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 159 – I buried you
In the 17th year of Jianzhang, on February [-]th, it coincides with the birthday of Jianzhang Emperor Sikongyao, who is not confused.

Since the Empress Dowager passed away in less than a month, Emperor Jianzhang, who ruled the world with benevolence and filial piety, was in the three-year filial piety period, so this year's Longevity Festival was held quite low-key.

Only members of the royal family were invited to the Wanshou Banquet, and as usual, men and women had different seats.

As the daughter-in-law, Li Qingmei also prepared a longevity map, but she couldn't help but slander in her heart: Throughout the ages, whoever wants to live forever, who can escape the word of death in the end, the more you care, the more you can't ask for it .

I heard that at the beginning of the month, Emperor Jianzhang ordered many alchemists to enter the palace, pinning their hopes of long live Wuji on the illusory elixir of life.It's really ironic.

At this time, Li Qingmei was holding a flower hoe, digging a hole next to the Xiaoxiang path without distraction, only occasionally looking up at the entrance of the path.

This is the road Shen Nanxing, the imperial concubine of Yanxi, must pass through from the Yanxi Palace where she lives to the Qianqiu Palace where the Longevity Banquet is held.

Counting the time, she is almost here.

Sure enough, Li Qingmei soon heard the sound of ring pendants from far to near.

She calmly picked up the bamboo flower basket at her feet, and scattered clusters of bamboo flowers with a strong bamboo fragrance in the shallow pit.While sobbing softly.

At this time, Shen Nanxing was wearing a simple and elegant ice blue palace attire, and was walking forward in lotus steps, passing trees and flowers, without turning around the corridor.

Suddenly, I heard whimpering in the depths of the bamboo forest. The crying was so sad, and I could vaguely hear the sound of chanting.

She stopped immediately, wondering if some maid or concubine had been wronged and came to this place to cry.

The clever little eunuch trotted all the way into the bamboo forest, and soon returned to Shen Nanxing to report.

"Your Majesty, it's Princess Shunqin. She... She said that she would bury flowers here! She said that if she disturbed her, she would go to Yanxi Palace to plead guilty someday."

"Oh? Funeral flowers?"

Shen Nanxing suddenly became interested, it was the first time she heard that someone was mourning the spring and autumn so far, even to the point of burying flowers.

"Is she alone?"

"Go back to your mother, she is alone in the path~"

"You guys are waiting here, I'm going to meet this wonderful person!"

As clever as Shen Nanxing, when he heard the eunuch came to report Li Qingmei's weird behavior, how could he not guess that she was deliberately attracting his attention.

She wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Princess Shun's gourd.

In the path, at this time Li Qingmei had poured all the bamboo flowers into the shallow pit, and was filling up the soil one after another. Feeling the gaze behind her looking at her, she turned around satisfied.

"What kind of flower is this, I have never heard of it before?"

"This is bamboo flower, that is, the flower of bamboo, also known as bamboo yellow, which can bloom and bear fruit every Jiazi."

"But after the bamboo flower is gorgeous, it is when the bamboo forest withers, so the bamboo flower is also called the flower of decay."

"On the other hand, bamboo can bloom only when it is dying or when floods, droughts, and pests are raging, which can easily arouse people's associations with famine years, disasters, and hunger. Therefore, some folks regard this as an escape from famine and a sign of troubled times and avoid it!"

"Things are rare and expensive, so that's why you buried flowers?"

Shen Nanxing, who was used to the storm, had already calmed down, and asked calmly while playing with the jade pendant in his hand.

"Your Majesty, you guessed wrong. I didn't bury flowers, but you!"

"Bold!"

Shen Nanxing stepped back several steps at once, and as she shouted angrily, several black shadows suddenly appeared and blocked in front of her.

"Bamboo will change its roots once every 60 years, but the roots will produce flowers, and the flowers will bear fruit, and the fruit will die, and the fruit will come back to life."

"I don't like to beat around the bush, tell me, what is your purpose!"

(End of this chapter)