After giving way to my husband's sweetheart

On this day, as soon as the restaurant opened for business, I heard the officials on the street beating the gong to drive away pedestrians in a hurry, shouting in their mouths: "The imperial concubine and empress should give way! The imperial concubine and empress should give way!"

When the peddlers and oarsmen on the street saw the officials coming to chase them away, they feared that they would not be able to avoid them. After a while, the bustling streets were cleared up.

Pedestrians who were in a hurry to hurry had no choice but to hide in their restaurants, ordered a bowl of food at random, and whispered about the affairs of the world.

"The first empress has been deposed for so long, but the second seat has been vacant all the time. What do you think the emperor thinks, why is there no more empress?"

"Why? It's just that the influence of the former queen's mother family has not been eradicated."

"In the past, it was said that Concubine Guo was the next in line. Now that Guo Xiaotian is dead and the Guo family has lost their backbone, I am afraid that Concubine Guo will not be able to take the post easily."

"The only remaining sage today is the son of Concubine Guo Gui. Who else can I choose if I don't choose her as queen?"

"That's two things to say. There have been rumors for a long time that Concubine Meng Gui and her son King Qin did not die at all. It is said that they were carried out of the sea of ​​fire by the old eunuch and quietly escaped from the palace."

"Oh! You can believe in such a disappearing thing!"

"There are noses and eyes in the rumors outside, what can't be believed?"

There are no shortage of anecdotes and anecdotes in teahouses and restaurants, and now the nobles are not allowed to go out of the street when they are on tour, and the people detained in small restaurants gather in one place to talk nonsense.

After a while, there was the sound of rumbling palace carriages on the street, and the people detained in the restaurant closed the windows again and stretched their necks to look out.

Love was sitting on the second floor of the restaurant. She looked out through the window, and saw more than a thousand palace guards surrounded by three gorgeous palace carriages passing by the street.

Looking at the specifications of the palace chariot, the one in the front should be Concubine Guo, and the two behind should be her children, King Qi and Princess Shuangchi.

Among the palace people following behind, there were people holding yellow paper joss sticks in their hands. It seemed that this time Concubine Guo Guifei was traveling with her children to pay homage to Buddha in a royal temple outside the city.

Or has something happened in the palace again?

If not, the noble concubine would not go to the imperial temple in such a big way if it was not a year or a festival.

Love glanced at Concubine Guo's extraordinarily gorgeous palace carriage, and couldn't help but remember her parents again.

Although she killed Guo Xiaotian, Concubine Guo Gui was the real culprit who framed her father.

Love stood at the window, staring at the guards with knives and guns surrounding Guo Shihua's car, she squinted her eyes.

At this moment, she does not have the ability to kill Concubine Guo Gui, but she has never forgotten the Luo family's blood feud.

Suddenly, a luxurious carriage following Concubine Guo stopped abruptly, and then a palace official stepped forward and opened the door, listening respectfully to the orders of the people inside.

Love was condescending, and although she couldn't see it very clearly, the voice of Shuangchi in the Huache still fell into her eyes.

To be honest, she is a very beautiful woman, but she is very beautiful.

In her previous life, this Shuangchi was always thinking of Sima Chao. When Sima Chao wanted to marry Shuangchi as his wife, she once begged Sima Chao to change his mind.

Shuangchi is the daughter of Concubine Guo Gui, so it is cruel for her to let her be inferior to Fu Xiao, the daughter of her enemy all day long.

However, in his previous life, Sima Chao finally concluded a marriage contract with Shuangchi.

He explained to her that the Sima family and Concubine Guo are allied with each other to get what they need, and when the Sima family really wins the world, he will dissolve the engagement and put her right.

It's a pity that in her previous life, she couldn't wait for the day when Sima Chao fulfilled his promise. She died so miserably the day before he married Shuangchi.

In this life, she gave up on Sima Chao, and wondered if he and Shuangchi could continue their relationship.

Love thought for a while, then raised her hand and closed the window, went down the stairs, and returned to the house through the back door.

It was noon, and she felt sleepy, so she lay down on her little bed and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

When Love opened his eyes, it was Ujin West, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast a soft halo on the room through the window.

Just after waking up, Love was still a little confused. In a trance, she heard a noise outside the window, and she sat up and looked out.

It turned out to be Sima Rui.

He was digging soil in the yard with an iron pickaxe. He was wearing a short brown cloth coat and swinging the iron pickaxe vigorously. The afterglow of the setting sun elongated his already tall figure.

These days, Sima Rui came back to see Mrs. Tai in various names every once in a while. Although Love knew that Mrs. Tai was just an excuse, Love didn't feel disgusted.

For the Sima family, Sima Rui was one of the few people Love could trust.

He and Sima Chao are completely different people. Sima Rui treats others with politeness and a gentle temper. Almost no one would hate dealing with people like Sima Rui.

Love also regards him as a friend.

"What are you doing?" Love leaned against the window and asked Sima Rui with a smile.

Sima Rui, who was sweating profusely, heard the reputation, and he looked at Love and smiled brightly: "I see that there are no flower trees in your yard, I will plant them for you."

He raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead, pointed to the tree species beside him and said, "Isn't this Phoenix tree your favorite?"

Love was happy, and replied: "How can anyone plant flowers and trees in autumn, how can they live?"

Sima Rui was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled and said: "It's okay, if you can't survive, I'll plant it again in spring."

As he spoke, he vigorously swung the pickaxe again.

Luo Fu got out of bed, picked up the teapot and went out of the room, and said to Sima Rui, "Let's take a break and drink some water."

"I'm not thirsty." Sima Rui replied, but the work in his hands didn't stop: "You put it there first, and drink it after I plant this tree."

When Luo Fu heard this, she carried the teapot into the pavilion, put it on the stone table, and asked Sima Rui, "Where did you get the tree seed?"

Sima Rui replied while waving the pickaxe: "I dug it out from a garden in the suburbs of Beijing."

There is a large area of ​​Phoenix trees in the other garden in the suburbs of Beijing, which was planted for her by Sima Chao. Sima Chao took her to see it before, but she only took a look at it.

"If this tree can live, it will bloom next spring, and you can see it when you open the window. How wonderful it is."

After speaking, Sima Rui stopped, looked carefully at the tree hole dug out, and murmured: "It's almost there." Then, she turned to Love and said, "Come here and help me. "

He pointed to the sapling beside him: "Put that sapling here and straighten it."

Love did so.

Sima Rui pointed out meticulously again: "Straighten it, if it is crooked, the tree will grow crooked in the future."

Love did the same thing again, this time Sima Rui nodded in satisfaction, first he used his hands to bury the roots of the tree little by little, and when the saplings could stand firmly, he picked up the shovel and shoveled the soil to cover it. Good tree pit.

After finishing this, he went to the well again, brought up a bucket of water, brought it over, scooped up the water with a ladle and poured it carefully, and told Love: "This newly planted small flower tree, you can plant it every other day. It needs to be watered, and if there is enough water, it can take root.”