After wearing the book, Ben Gong lay down all the way to win

Chapter 697
In contrast, although Linglong used the space elixir to maintain the appearance of a young girl.

But after more than ten years of deep palace training, her heart has gone through a lot of vicissitudes, and she is no longer the innocence and loveliness of the past.

As for the concubine Jia who came with her, although she was younger than Linglong and Concubine Ying, she still had the charm of a mature woman, and she was very attractive.

A group of people walked around the imperial garden talking and laughing.

Concubine Ying pointed to a brilliantly blooming golden beet peach not far away, and said with a smile: "Before my concubine entered the palace, I heard that all the flowers in the imperial garden gather all the flowers in the world, and every spring, ten thousand flowers bloom together. The fairyland in the sky may not be within reach, but looking at it now, the rumors are indeed true!"

Linglong smiled and said: "No matter how beautiful a flower is, it will eventually wither, so it is even more important to have flowers that can be broken straight away, and don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches."

Concubine Ying's eyes are shining brightly: "There are flowers that can be folded straight to be folded, don't wait for flowers to be empty to fold branches, the empress's words are really good, and this concubine thinks the same way. This concubine has lived on the prairie since she was a child. And, it’s all green grass, meaningless at all, and the colorful Royal Garden is more beautiful.”

Linglong heard Yingbi speak so innocently and charmingly, and suddenly thought of Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave"——

"Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow. They love to go to the upper floors, love to go to the upper floors, and forcefully express their sorrows in order to write new words. Now they know all the sorrows, and they want to say it. If they want to say it, they say it's a cool autumn."

The concubine Ying in front of her was young and in full bloom, and naively thought that the colorful imperial garden was much better than the green prairie.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of Linglong and even many concubines, this kind of colorfulness is far less than one-tenth of the prairie.

The sky is dark, the fields are vast, and the wind blows the grass to see the cattle and sheep. This is the free life that many women who are confined in the deep palace and lonely all the year round yearn for!
After all, Concubine Ying is still a teenager who doesn't know how to feel sad.

Linglong sighed softly, turned her eyes and smiled and said, "The imperial garden is beautiful, but the flowers are similar every year, so you will get tired of it after looking at it for a long time."

Concubine Jia said strangely: "The women in our palace are very lucky. They can come to the imperial garden to enjoy the scenery at any time. People outside the palace can't see it if they want to see it. Why does the empress despise it?"

There was a hint of ridicule in the words that Linglong didn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings.

Linglong is naturally not a fool, how can she not smell it.

Linglong said indifferently: "I don't dislike it, but I am a little moved. The women in this palace are like endless flowers. The flowers bloom and fade, and the flowers fade. No matter how beautiful the face is, it is hard to beat the ruthlessness of time , In the past, the face was like peaches and plums, but now she has become a yellow-faced woman, it is too difficult to be a woman."

As she spoke, she glanced at Concubine Jia's face in a serious manner.

As soon as these words came out, Concubine Jia was so angry that her face turned blue.

Concubine Ying is the new favorite, and she often fights with the old love Concubine Jia.

Seeing Linglong pointing straight at Concubine Jia's age and decrepitude, she smiled and said: "Yes, no matter how beautiful your face is, one day she will grow old, and the Empress Empress is blessed with great blessings, and she will take special care of you as time goes by."

Now, Concubine Jia's face became even more ugly, like a wrinkled pickle.

Seeing Concubine Ying talking innocently and wittily, lively and straightforward, Linglong was delighted when she saw Concubine Ying was from Mongolian relatives, but she was not arrogant and indulgent. Talking and laughing with her, the relationship became more and more harmonious.

(End of this chapter)