There was a big happy event in Huacheng ten months ago, which made the entire Huacheng and even the people of Huajun look forward to it - Huafu, which has been without an heir for a long time, finally came to the news that the main mother is pregnant!

This made the people of Huacheng, who had always been worried about the lack of successors in Huafu, run to tell each other, and they were overjoyed! As we all know, since Da Chen established the country, Huacheng has always been the most prosperous place in the world. There is often a saying that "the flowers of the flower county are not grateful, and the competition for beauty and eternal spring" is said, and the younger brother of Emperor Xuan, the adopted son of King Ning, Hua Changshan, was named the flower city as the marquis, and the flower house was established to plant precious flowers and plants for the royal family. This makes Huafu a symbol of the power and fame of Huacheng.

Emperor Xuan once praised the ability of Huafu, so that people who love flowers all over the world flock to Huacheng, and also bring infinite fame and more silver to Huajun.

But when it came to the Huafu of the previous generation, the heirs began to wither, and the old prince of Hua had only one son. And Hua Xiaojunhou married three women, and for ten years, there was no news of an heir. Just after the little marquis inherited the marquis's right to take charge of the Huafu, the news that his wife was pregnant came out, and the whole Huacheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, God did not let Huafu cut off children and grandchildren.

Today, my wife is in labor, and it has been more than ten months. For the sake of this precious child, the Huafu was waiting for the whole country, and the Huajun Marquis even said that if there was anything wrong with the lady's stomach, the group of medical officers who had been walking on thin ice all the time since the day the lady was diagnosed with the happy pulse were all arrested and taken as flower fertilizer!

The wind and snow are getting heavier. "Why has it been so long, and it hasn't come out yet!" Standing under the porch, looking at the maids and domestic slaves who came and went in the courtyard, Hua Junhou heard the miserable cry of the eldest lady in the room, and his frown seemed to be tighter.

Raising his eyes to see the endless goose feather snow falling in the sky, Du Zhong, the head of Huafu, was also secretly anxious, and the weather was so cold that he rubbed his hands. He has been standing here with Hua Junhou for almost three hours, standing from midnight to dawn, this is really enough toss!

"Junhou, if you don't go into the house to warm up, Madame, there is a slave staring, and when the little master comes out, the slave will give you good news immediately!" Du Zhong took the cold dew night tea from the handmaid who had just arrived, handed it to the waiting Hua Junhou, and persuaded him again.

Hua Junhou was still unmoved, and took the hot flower tea, and the scorching temperature instantly made him comfortably relax slightly. He lifted the lid of the tea bowl and was about to drink it when he suddenly felt a fragrance rushing to his face, followed by a faint floral fragrance wafting from all around. Outside the corridor, flowers grew on the bare soil, on the moss-paved stone steps, on the winding beams, and on the side of the dead trees in the flower beds.

Rhododendron, peony, peony, osmanthus, pear blossom, lilac...... Numerous; Red, blue, purple, white, yellow, black...... Thousands of colors; Round, square, gourd-shaped, coin-shaped, elongated...... Grotesque. All kinds of flowers are piled up all over the yard, spreading for ten miles.

He let go of his hand in fright, and the porcelain containing the flower tea slammed to the ground, rolled down the steps, and fell into the snow, and a small piece of the blue glaze was faintly visible, and the hot tea melted a piece of snow, and the shriveled petals of the camellia were in full bloom as if they had come to life.

The fragrance of flowers fills the entire flower city in an instant, and a hundred grasses grow and flowers bloom! Not only were the people of Huafu shocked when they saw such a scene, but even the people of Huajun all saw this magnificent spectacle at the same time! It's simply unheard of, unseen! For all ages, who would have believed such a thing if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?

The fragrance hits, the flowers bloom, and at the same time, a loud baby cry awakens the obsession and sluggishness of people in the face of such a situation.

Wen Po opened the door and ran out with a happy face, forgetting even the number of etiquette, and directly said to report the good news: "Congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the prince, there is a successor to the Huafu!" ”

Hua Junhou, who was over thirty years old, maintained a stunned posture, and didn't react for a while, he looked at Wen Po in confusion and asked, "Is it a son or a young lady?" ”

"Yes Miss!" Wen Po said happily.

Mr. Du, who was also shocked by such a spectacle, came to his senses first, and couldn't help but be very excited: "Junhou, this young lady, could it be that the god of flowers has come to the world?" The flowers in this garden are all in full bloom in an instant! Miss must be the god of flowers! ”

Du Zhong's incoherent words made Wen Po and the house slaves realize that the birth of this young lady must be related to the □□ of Manyuan, and everyone hurriedly echoed: "Congratulations to the prince, the young lady must be the reincarnation of the god of flowers!" ”

"Good, good!" Hua Junhou, who had been married for more than ten years and had only a daughter, heard this, he was dizzy with joy, and said to Du Zhong while walking to the warm pavilion, "Reward!" Big Prize! With a wave of his long sleeves, he was unspeakably raised his eyebrows and was full of spirit.

When the people of Huacheng saw that the flowers in different seasons were actually blooming on the same day, and heard the birth of the eldest lady of Huafu, they couldn't help but kneel and kowtow in the direction of Huafu, and shouted with tears in their eyes: "God of Flowers!" "Awe arises spontaneously.

Hearing the earth-shattering cheers of the whole city, and smelling the fragrance of flowers, the prince and the princess, although weak, still asked in surprise, "What happened?" ”

Hua Junhou, who was holding his newborn daughter with pity, changed his majestic nature, and said to his daughter's biological mother with a pleasant face: "When my young lady was born, the city was full of flowers, don't be afraid, madam, the people outside are worshipping the god of flowers!" ”

Madame Junhou was pleasantly surprised: "I see. The city is full of flowers, and I didn't know there was such a thing! Did the husband name the child? ”

"Huh?" Huajun Hou sighed for a while, and opened his mouth to say, "Since I don't know how Miss can teach a hundred flowers to bloom, this is a mystery for the ages, and I am afraid that no one will answer it, so it is better to let Miss find the answer for herself in the future." Well, asking flowers and knowing dreams is called flower inquiry. Flower inquiry, hahahaha, good, wonderful, wonderful! ”

In the corner of the backyard of Huafu, a begonia flower is silent, in this thousands of purples and thousands of reds, it is high and proud, ignoring the beauty of a hundred flowers, and there is no sign of wanting to bloom at all.

The cold wind blows coldly, the branches and leaves move slightly, but it is indifferent, and the world is independent. A group of flowers and plants did not dare to grow next to it for half a minute, as if there was an invisible fluttering fairy aura surrounding the begonia.

Mr. Du, who was passing by, looked strange. But when I think about it, it is a miracle that flowers and plants bloom against the sky, why don't they bloom, but it is strange? He smiled and hurried to the east hall, ready to instruct the prince to offer incense to comfort the ancestors.

Since the arrival of the eldest lady Hua Xun, Huafu has had another concubine in five years, and finally did not let Huajun be the queen. The eldest lady Hua Xun with the saying of the god of flowers is regarded as a goddess by the people of Huafu and even Huacheng, and the Huajun Marquis is even more fond of Hua Xun, and people with a discerning eye can see that if Hua Xun, who is a daughter's family, wants to inherit the position of Huafu, Hua Junhou will inevitably give up his concubine and give up Huafu to Hua Xun.

Thousands of pampered flowers have passed this year's birthday, which is six years old. The eldest lady of Huafu, who is held by everyone, should be arrogant and unreasonable, but I don't know if it is the reincarnation of a real fairy. This is nothing, back then, "the city is full of flowers, and the fragrance besieges the city." Everyone was amazed, thinking that the scene of the god of flowers" "Dijing shook, up to the heavens to listen", when today's son heard about it, and asked a few words with great interest, it was even more so that the flower inquiry had to be favored.

At this time, the weather was cool, and the five-year-old Hua Xun was wearing the new clothes that the Huajun Marquis had just asked the tailor in the house to make for her, with two small horns, lying comfortably next to the white begonia that had never bloomed, looking at the blue sky innocently and saying: "All the flowers bloom on my birthday every year, even if it is other flowers and plants that are against the season, they also bloom at this time, but you refuse to bloom every year on my birthday." She closed her eyes and muttered childishly.

It was impossible for this white begonia to reply to her. The maids who were waiting in the distance covered their mouths and snickered, and watched with doting on the eldest lady of Huafu talking innocently and cutely to the flowers and plants. Who would want to interrupt a child's quirky thoughts?

Hua Xun, who couldn't get an answer, opened his eyes, turned over and lay on his stomach sullenly, holding his bulging cheeks and asked, "Don't you want to talk to me?" ”

Still haven't been able to get an answer.

Begonia flowers bloom silently.

"That's it." The little hand like mutton fat and white jade poked the leaf, and continued to turn over boringly, closing his eyes and not speaking.

At this time, a breeze blew, and the begonia flowers trembled. Soon it was calm again.

The maid and aunt watched from afar that the little master was about to fall asleep, and she raised her eyes to see that it was not early, and she was afraid that the sun would go down for fear of cold on the ground. She summoned Zelan and Peilan, and carefully instructed the two to go back and clean up the room: "Don't use yesterday's incense, the little master prefers sandalwood, the prince has said it, it will be harmful, and today I will use agarwood." When you add incense, you should use half a small spoon less than in the past, and use a purple gilt small ding stove, don't be mistaken. Also, let the lily of the valley bathe with jasmine water today, and the little master said that he liked the jasmine fragrance on the lily of the valley. Go ahead. ”

Zeeland should be. Pei Lan said: "The prince instructed me to wait when he was eating, saying that the little master had grown up, and there was no need for someone to warm the bed. ”

Aunt Ci frowned when she heard this. She asked Peilan: "But now that the cold winter is coming, now that we want to avoid warming the bed, can the little master get used to it?" Seeing that Perrin didn't answer, she asked again, "Is there anything big lately?" ”

Zelan next to him glanced left and right, lowered his voice and said in the ear of Aunt Ci: "I heard that today is going to have a big reward on the birthday of the little master!" ”

Suddenly realized, Aunt Ci bowed her head and said, "Then there will be no need to warm the bed tonight." You go and clean up first. He waved his hand and stepped back from the two.

After standing for a while, feeling that the wind was about to rise, the aunt walked over lightly, and woke up Hua Xun who had a good sleep in a soft voice.

Hua Xun sat up and rubbed her eyes with her little hands sleepily, she turned her head to look at the begonia flowers beside her, and suddenly seemed to see a wisp of light smoke floating out of the begonia flowers.

When she opened her eyes wide and looked again, it was gone. Blinking suspiciously, Hua Xun yawned lazily, and the corners of his eyes flashed.

Aunt Ci wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, half-knelt in front of her, and asked softly, "Little master, it's cold." Let's go back and freshen up, and let the little master go to the front hall for dinner. ”

"Aunt Ci," Hua Xun said in a milky voice, "has my father been deliberately raising Ah Zhi's mother as a wife recently?" ”