Rebirth after abolition: Madam, go back to the palace with me

Chapter 239 The Queen of Flowers
If it wasn't for Chu Yi, she would have entered the palace a long time ago, so why should she be so useless now.

As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, more people started whispering.

Even if the queen is unwell, she shouldn't let the queen mother and concubine wait here for her.

There were more and more voices discussing, and the faces of the Empress Dowager and Concubine Shu were obviously a little ugly.

Listening to those remarks, Mrs. Lin just lowered her head and smiled.

If she had noticed the expressions of the people around her a little bit, she probably wouldn't be so happy.

The voices of the discussion gradually became louder, and Chu Yi finally came to Shoukang Palace in the anticipation of everyone.

"Pingting didn't feel well last night, she got up late today, I hope the concubine don't mind." Chu Yi walked forward slowly, wearing a Shu brocade dress with golden peony pattern, showing her dignity.

Seeing Chu Yi come in, Lin's whole face changed, and he looked at Chu Yi with horror and disbelief.

She knows better than anyone else the poison she gave people. The poison was soft at the beginning, but it only had a one-night incubation time. Now is the time when it is supposed to kick in. But, why, Chu Yi...

Chu Yi also looked at Mrs. Lin at the same time.

Lin looked at Chu Yi, and the two happened to meet each other.

Those eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, leaving her nowhere to hide, and she subconsciously moved away from the eyes that were looking at Chu Yi, but her hands were shaking violently, and her heart felt weak.

"You girl, you can really sleep." The queen mother pulled Chu Yi to her side without any shyness, and she was very intimate.

"I got up just in time for lunch, I think the timing is just right," Chu Yi replied coquettishly.

"You..." The Queen Mother was extremely helpless towards Chu Yi.

Everyone knows how the Empress Dowager dotes on Chu Yi, and now that the Empress Dowager is so partial, it is hard for them to say anything, so they can only reluctantly shut up.

After a while, Wu Jing came to report that both Jun Qianche and Jun Qianhao had arrived in the main hall, and the group got up one after another.

"Yi'er, how are you feeling now?"

Jun Jinyi looked up at Chu Yi, patted his chest, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, Auntie, I'm fine. My mother said, I'm a man of indomitable spirit."

"Yes, Yi'er is a big man standing upright, no matter what happens, he must be strong," Chu Yi said with a smile, holding Jun Jinyi's hand.

Fu Yao also smiled and agreed, but her heart was turned upside down, and she faintly felt that something big would happen, but when she saw Chu Yi's smile, she interrupted this thought that had just rushed to her head.

On the way, a group of people talked and laughed.

"In this season, the flowers are gradually withering, and the autumn chrysanthemums are not blooming. Thanks to the roses, it adds a bit of color." Concubine Shu looked at the roses on the road and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Chu Yi also said something to this: "The rose is called the queen of flowers, and there is a reason for her."

After hearing Chu Yi's words, Concubine Shu fell silent immediately, and the concubines and ladies in the harem who followed behind her also looked at each other in blank dismay.

The peony is called "the king of flowers" because of its elegance and luxury, and the plum blossom is called "the king of flowers" because of its icy heart and jade quality. There are no ten days for flowers to bloom, but it is spring breeze every day, and the moon and moon are red all year round, so it is called "the queen of flowers".

It is said that "flowers are not red for a hundred days, and people are not good for a thousand days", but the rose is in full bloom in all seasons, and the title of "queen" was well-deserved at that time.

The daughters of the Chu family have sat firmly in the central palace for generations. Yonghua is like a peony, but more like a rose, which blooms in four seasons and never withers.

(End of this chapter)