"Look at how brilliant the roses on both sides of this road are, Sister Zhaoyun, do you think these are like beautiful faces that are proud of the spring breeze?"

Angel stepped forward and was about to pluck a blooming rose from the cyan vine.

The people who followed behind were about to speak out to dissuade them, when they heard An Zhi's soft shout.

"Who told people to plant this thorny flower here, and tomorrow I will have to get rid of it." An Zhi held the finger that had just been pricked and bloodied, and said hatefully.

Zhaoyun heard it, but he thought it was a little funny. These roses themselves have spikes, and they grow so well here that An Zhi has to touch them. How innocent this rose is.

The words came to his lips and turned around, and Zhaoyun stepped forward with a smile.

"What my sister said is, I don't like roses very much, and now I actually hurt my sister's jade body, it's really hateful. Although the flowers bloom beautifully, the vines are covered with fine thorns, so they can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be played with. It's better for my sister to send someone to remove these flowers in the afternoon. ”

"Really? Then I still think it's better to keep them. An Zhi glanced at the rose and turned around.

Zhaoyun, who followed behind, showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

An Zhi has loved to disagree with herself since she was a child, and whenever she likes it, An Zhi will compete with her. This was true when I was a child, and it was the same when I grew up.

The group walked past a trellis full of roses, turned a hand-copying verandah and several rockeries, and came to the imperial garden full of peonies.

From a distance, peonies one by one compete for beauty. The jade smile is fragrant, graceful and luxurious, and the show is colorful. Everyone admired the peonies that were blooming brightly.

Zhaoyun lowered his head, stared at a delicate and full peony with overlapping petals, and frowned slightly.

The words that Qiu's mother once said flashed from her mind unconsciously. It was a chrysanthemum in this imperial garden that made her mother know the world when she fell to the ground?

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. Everyone only knows that the flowers are beautiful, but they don't know that there are unjust souls buried under the flowers.

Zhaoyun stretched out his hand and stroked a delicate peony, feeling the tender texture on the petals with his fingertips, and looking at its water-cutting autumn pupils, there was a faint sadness.

"I like this Wei Zi Peony very much." Zhaoyun's fluttering thoughts were instantly interrupted by An Zhi's voice.

A slender hand suddenly reached out from behind the diagonal back, and broke off the stem of the peony that was blooming brightly, and twisted it on the fingertips coated with Kodan.

"I heard the grandmother in the palace mention that Sister Zhaoyun's biological mother, Yun Guifei, liked it the most when she was alive"