Annoyed by the attack at the chrysanthemum show, Feng Qing ordered the remaining Assassins to be brought back, and ordered the officials in charge of the administration to immediately open a trial. In order to comfort the frightened people, Feng Qing issued an edict to compensate each flower farmer with 20 taels of silver and encouraged them to continue the flower show. This initiative is very popular with the people.

Feng Zhao, who returned to King Xuan's mansion, locked himself in the study and did not allow anyone to disturb him, and Yao Ling was dragged to the palace by Feng Qiao. Yueming also went back to his backyard and didn't come out for an afternoon. Only Rong Jianghai was very happy because of Yaoling's wonderful appearance, and Yueqing also went back to the backyard early to read his book.

When Yao Ling left the palace, it was already time, and the sky was full of autumn rain, and it didn't take long for the drizzle to be mixed with fine snowflakes and melt on the ground. Originally, she wanted to go back to the palace of King Xuan, but she suddenly changed her mind temporarily, wanting to see the trampled chrysanthemums in the square in the drizzle.

He abandoned the carriage and walked out of the palace towards the South Gate Square. At this time, the square has been restored to calm, the flower farmers are busy cleaning up the trampled chrysanthemums, most of the frightened people have gone home, the huge square is only left with a series of colorful chrysanthemums, standing in it, Yaoling admires this natural beauty with his heart. It's a mess, but it still doesn't change the beauty of the flowers.

In the bitter autumn wind and rain, she bent down to pick up a trampled black chrysanthemum, and the gorgeous flowers had long been shattered. Yaoling sighed for these flowers in her heart, she grew up in the south, and she has seen a hundred flowers competing for beauty, but she has never seen a flower that can be as strong as a chrysanthemum.

"Thank you, girl. The flower farmer next to him moved the broken chrysanthemum and continued: "This is the best chrysanthemum I have cultivated this year. It's a pity that I was trampled before I could be watched. ”

The snowflakes of the rain gently hit her face with a hint of coldness, but she didn't feel cold. A person continued to walk through the flowers, for some reason, she was in a little depressed mood at the moment, thinking about the scene of Fengqing protecting Chang Ruoli on the square platform, and thinking about the indifference when Chang Ruoli looked at Fengqing. I thought of my father and my mother again.

"Madam, this chrysanthemum has been painstakingly cultivated by me for many years, you can see for yourself, the color of this flower, snow white and pale pink, more like a beauty rubbing her rouge face. Yao Ling followed the voice and saw that a flower farmer was recommending a chrysanthemum to a young woman.

She walked over curiously, and saw that the chrysanthemum that the flower farmer said was really beautiful, but one flower was two colors, most of it was as white as snow, and very few were tender and light pink.

"Okay, I'm going to ask for this one. The woman's voice was soft and nice, with a faint southern accent.

"What's the name of this flower?" asked Yaoling next to her.

The flower farmer who sold the flowers with the "beautiful face" said while collecting the money from the woman next to him.

The corners of Yaoling's good-looking mouth couldn't help but pull to both sides, this flower name is really appropriate. The woman next to her handed over the money, and walked past her with the chrysanthemum handed over by the flower farmer.

"Girl, which one do you have a crush on?" asked Yaoling.

Shaking her head, she continued forward.

The woman who walked by Yaoling's side suddenly stopped after taking a few steps, and after a moment she suddenly turned around and looked at Yaoling, who had already left Fangcai's place at this time, leaving her with only a slender back.

With a "clang", the flower pot in his hand fell to the ground.

Yaoling turned around and saw the flower pot in the hand of the woman who had just bought flowers fall to the ground. Seeing her beautiful big eyes in the light rain with a mist and disbelief looking at herself, she couldn't help but reach out and touch the hair that hung down to her chest, and felt a little inexplicable, thinking that the flower pot fell to the ground and it was not her own, why bother to look at herself like this.

"Oh, how did you serve it, I'll change the basin for you. The flower farmer hurriedly took an empty pot and ran towards the woman.

Yaoling turned her head and continued to walk forward, the woman behind her looked at her back blankly, and tears unconsciously dripped on the petals at her feet. The woman just looked at Yaoling's back, and suddenly hurried to chase after her, suddenly her arm was grabbed by a hand, and she turned her head sideways and saw a man standing next to her, before he opened his mouth, tears rolled down, the two were the men and women in the small courtyard with plane trees on Dijing South Street, the woman looked at the burly man next to him and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. Looking at the woman in tears in the rain and snow, a touch of heartache slipped out of the man's eyes, and he shook his head at her gently, one hand took the flower in the flower farmer's hand, and the other hand led the woman to turn around and disappear in the cold snow and rain square, the woman was held by the man, but turned her head and kept looking in the direction where Yaoling walked away.

Yaoling didn't notice anything about this, and still walked in the purple and red without hurrying.

Not long after walking, she saw a man in a light purple brocade robe standing in a golden silk chrysanthemum bush not far in front of her, and two guards with hats standing beside her.

The man stood quietly among the flowers, unable to see his face under the umbrella clearly, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in the world of flowers, as if waiting for someone again.

Yaoling looked at him, and suddenly felt that the people and flowers in front of him were a painting, and the picture would be more beautiful if it weren't for those two guards, and sighed secretly in her heart.

When she staggered by, a familiar feeling suddenly appeared in her heart, she stopped, thought for a breath, and looked back at dusk, the people under the umbrella were also looking at her, with a faint sad smile on the corner of her mouth. "Thistle" almost blurted out, and thistle Rujin under the umbrella stretched out a slender finger and lightly put it on her lips to make a forbidden movement. Yaoling's eyes widened with incredulity, and she looked fixedly at the thistle under the umbrella, as if in a dream.

With a wave of his hand, the two guards beside him silently walked into the distance,

When he came to Yaoling, a pair of slender phoenix eyes stared at Yaoling's face stupidly, as if he wanted to see her in his bones. The snowflakes mixed with the rain fluttered on the umbrella, and the sky and the earth were silent at this moment. After a long time, Yaoling rubbed her eyes and said to Ji Rujin, "Why are you here?"

The corners of Ji Rujin's mouth barely pulled out a smile: "I miss you, so I'm here." Take a look at the Imperial Palace of Daelong. "So I made a picture of the great rivers and mountains, and looked at the Imperial Palace not far away.

I wanted to say something more, but I had nothing to say. The two fell silent again. After a while, Ji Rujin suddenly stretched out her hand to hold Yaoling's hand and said, "Come with me to see this beautiful flower." ”

Yaoling wanted to pull her hand back, but was held tightly by Ji Rujin.

"Just let me hold you, okay, after today, you and I will be truly separated from each other. Looking at Yaoling's bright eyes affectionately, he said softly, his eyes were deeply helpless and scarred.

Looking at those eyes full of pain, Yaoling didn't pull her hand back after all.

The two walked side by side, holding an umbrella together, and the rain mixed with snow filled the surroundings of the two, and the world was blurry and clear.

"You know, I'm in the palace of the Ji Kingdom, I think about you every day, I wonder if you've changed, and I look forward to the day when you will appear in front of me, knowing that it's impossible, but I still dream like that every day. The faint and shallow words drifted into Yaoling's ears like a dream.

Yaoling listened quietly, thinking in her heart, if there was no wind light, maybe she would fall in love with him, at least she felt a joy with him like never before, she could laugh and have fun in front of him, and she didn't have to carry so many heavy things.

"Sue me, if it weren't for that Chang Yue Ning, would you fall in love with me?"

Yaoling's bright big eyes were like distant stars in the distant sky, and when she looked at the thistle brocade in front of her, she thought that Feng Qing's eyes looking at Chang Ruoli also had hurt and love, "I don't know, but I know that I am very happy with you." ”

"Aren't you happy with him?" looked at her slender eyes with a glint of light.

Yaoling shook her head: "No, as long as I can see him every day, I am very down-to-earth and happy, I am happy if he likes him, and I am sad when he is sad." She said in a low voice. Fengzhao is a qiē in her life, and she is willing to bear all the heaviness and vicissitudes for him, because with Fengzhao, her heart can no longer hold other people.

"Then you sue me, with him, where are you yourself, where are your joys, and where are your sorrows?" There was a deep pain in Ji Rujin's eyes.

"I" moved slightly, but couldn't say anything.

"You know what. I want to give you love, give you happiness, and give you a qiē that I can. But you rejected me. But I still love you. I don't want you to be unhappy, unhappy. He looked at her and said softly.

Raising her lowered head, there was firmness in her good-looking eyes: "With Xiaofeng, I am very happy and happy, and I am willing to give him all I have, including my life." The voice was not loud, but the tone was extremely firm and unshakable.

He let go of the hand that held Yaoling, clenched it into a fist, and his brows wrinkled together in pain, and after a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Is that so, I can't beat him after all." ”

When it was dark, at the door of King Xuan's mansion, a black carriage stopped at the door, and after a while, Yaoling walked down, leaving only the lonely thistle brocade in the car. Seeing Yaoling enter the gate, the thistle in the carriage sighed.

"Back to the country of thistle. A faint voice drifted through the coachman's ears.

The carriage didn't go far, but it stopped.

"What's going on?" asked Ji Rujin in the car lightly.

"Master, it's Miss Xue Rong," the coachman's voice came into the car in a low voice.

Ji Rujin's eyes paused, "I can't hide from her after all." He muttered to himself.

The curtain of the car was raised, and a person came in, wearing a red hunting suit and short skirt, holding a bow in his hand, it was Jiang Xuerong. Ji Rujin glanced at her lightly, but did not speak, but closed a pair of lonely eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Xuerong did not have the ** charming appearance of the past, her face was strict, she came to the opposite of Ji Rujin and sat down slowly, and did not say a word, but just looked at a pair of beautiful eyes outside the car window.

The carriage headed east, and there were already very few pedestrians on the street, and the rain completely turned to snowflakes before it got dark.