"Yan Nu Rong's family, collided with the holy driver, spread evil flowers, caused the queen Feng to drive the body sick, the prince was frightened, and the special arrest was used to correct the wind of the market, deter the charmers, and the code of the Ming Dynasty!"

"No, no, it was the Queen Mother who said she liked my flowers and asked me to send them. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

A beautiful woman knelt on the ground, the wooden hairpin on her head had slipped off, a few strands of hair hung down to her ears, she looked quite embarrassed, her voice was small, although she was refuting, but it was also weak.

"Bold, the top of the hall dares to slander the palace! Your Majesty, the concubine doesn't remember when she said this, and the Rong family is a grass and wild folk girl, how could the concubine let her send flowers into the palace? Your Majesty can't wronged your concubines. Above the high position, the queen in a luxurious phoenix dress had anger in her eyes, her narrow phoenix eyes glanced at Rong Shi below, and the next moment she turned her attention back to the man next to her, with a little grievance in her tone.

Rong Wan just knelt on the ground, looking at the main hall, there was no shadow of the queen in his eyes, only the person who was called the emperor, the man was handsome with sword eyebrows, with an innate royal spirit, and the demeanor in his eyes was inclusive of the world, but there was no shadow of her.

She remembered that he had said that he would give her a place, a carefree life.

"The Rong family spread evil flowers, collided with the queen, disturbed the prince, disturbed the market, and was punished"

The cold voice came out of the emperor's mouth, Rong Wan's eyes widened, staring at the emperor who was high above him, and he didn't even feel that the guards on both sides came to pull her up.

It's actually a killing order, how can it be a killing order!

Rong Guan's heart was dripping with blood and full of holes, she thought that the emperor would put her in prison and imprison her, and she thought that the emperor would expel her from the capital, but she never thought that the emperor would order her to be killed.

That's it, in the end, it still ended up like this, who is to blame? I only blame myself for not being blind but blind, and I didn't recognize the royal heart earlier.

Thinking that she Rongguan is just a folk woman who raises flowers, she was fortunate to be able to meet His Majesty the Emperor by chance, but she still wants more.

Rong Wan barely pulled out a smile, and his eyes swept over the courtiers around him, he should have thought of it as early as the beginning, he was just a grass people, and it was an honor to be able to get such pomp and circumstance before he died, and the emperor would personally judge him.

"Your Majesty, the maiden disturbed the queen and His Royal Highness the Prince, it is indeed an unforgivable sin, the maiden only begged His Majesty to spare Mingqiu, he has a child, just help me to take care of some flowers and plants in my spare time, I will bear all the blame alone, and I hope that Your Majesty will leave the child alive." Rong Wan thought of the poor child, and couldn't help but plead.

"Mingqiu?" The emperor frowned, completely unimpressed by the name.

"Your Majesty, it's the little beggar who is thirteen years old next to the Rong family." The queen whispered on the side, deliberately pointing out Ming Qiu's age, which shows her intentions.

"He's thirteen years old, so he's not a kid anymore," the emperor waved his hand and snorted coldly.

"Please let him go!" Rong Wan knelt on the ground, and when he heard the emperor's words, he couldn't help but say loudly.

"Mingqiu will help you take care of the flowers and plants, you must know the cultivation methods of those evil flowers, Your Majesty, in order not to prevent the evil flowers from reappearing in the future, that person will not be able to stay" The queen said in a cold tone on the side.

"I beg Your Majesty to spare Mingqiu, the people are willing to die without a place to be buried."

The emperor was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes looked at Rong Wan again, but his heart was slightly shaken.

There is no place to die, and she is willing to pay this price for the sake of the child who is not related by blood.

He looked at the woman kneeling at the foot of the steps, with a blank face and a crumbling face, and suddenly felt a feeling of fatigue in his heart, and he had no intention of dealing with it anymore.

"Let Mingqiu go, expel him from the capital, he will not be allowed to enter Beijing for generations, the Rong family will be executed tomorrow, there is no need to discuss this matter, let's retreat"

After speaking, the emperor left directly, not giving others a chance to speak, the queen just wanted to speak, looking at the emperor's movements, she also closed her mouth, not saying anything, since the emperor didn't want to continue, then there was no need to provoke the emperor unhappy, gritted his teeth, glanced at Rong Guan below with disdain, and also got up and left behind the emperor.

The guard who had been waiting next to him for a long time rudely pulled up the weak Rong Wan on the ground and walked towards the cell in the distance.

Anyway, this woman is going to die tomorrow, and there is nothing to be polite about now, what dignity does a criminal who provoke the emperor's personal trial.

Yiri, at the northwest entrance of the capital, on death row, Rong Wan was given three feet of white silk, and his body was thrown into a mass grave in the northern suburbs.

On the third day, Mingqiu left the capital, leaving with only an ox cart with a white cloak on it.

……

"Welcome to the Millennium Flower."

A woman in a red and black cheongsam stood behind the counter, smiling at the guests who pushed the door in. She has a simple wooden hairpin on her head, a blood-red bracelet faintly exposed on her wrist, and her face is not pink, but she is also fair and moving, and she is naturally beautiful.

She is like an independent flower, with an innate temperament, which makes people can't help but think of the woman holding a fan in the picture of ancient ladies.

Same temperament, same feeling.

"Hello, I want to buy flowers" Feng Rong nodded casually, his eyes lingering among the different flowers.

"Please take a look and tell me which one you want." The smile on the boss's face remained the same.

"Well, I've been dreaming about something strange lately, probably because of too much stress, which flower do you have here to relieve stress?" While looking at the various flowers, Feng Rong said casually to the boss.

"Dreaming of something strange? Then you can buy some lilies and roses and put them in a vase. The boss stroked the lily not far away and said with a smile.

"Well, I've been dreaming about some ancient things lately, what royal injustices, and a little beggar named Mingqiu, the name is pretty good, by the way, and a woman who can't remember her name was given white silk, really, writing books are written in dreams." Feng Feng Rong couldn't help but smile, thinking about his recent state, this is not just staying up late to write manuscripts, and he can't relax in his dreams.

On the other side, Rong Guan's hand stroking Lily suddenly paused and slowly put it down.

Tomorrow and autumn...

At one end, Feng Rong had already walked to the deepest part of the flower shop, and when she glanced around, her gaze did not stay on those gorgeous flowers, but stopped in front of a potted plant with only leaves.

"This leaf is pretty good, what's the name?" Feng Rong gently touched the veined leaves, quite interested.

"That flower..."Rong Wan looked at the gently swaying leaves under her hand, and was suddenly stunned, and raised his eyebrows without a trace.

"Huh?" Feng Rong didn't notice that something was wrong with the boss, and looked at the bonsai in front of him wholeheartedly.

"It's called Peacock Zhuyu." Rong Wan sighed and said.

"That's it, how much?" Feng Feng Rong picked up the pot of peacock bamboo, put it in his hand, and prepared to go to the bag he carried to take out his wallet.

"No need, this peacock bamboo will be given to you, but if one day you feel that it no longer makes you nostalgic, please send it back." Rong Wan gently stroked the leaves of the peacock Zhuyu, the small leaves shook lightly under her hands, Rong Wan smiled at the leaves, and looked at Feng Rong.

"I will, but I can't ask for your flowers for nothing, you tell you a price, I'll pay." Feng Rong held her wallet, she has always been a proud person, she asks for other people's things for no reason, no matter what the reason, this is not her character.

"Nope." Rong Wan shook his head, "Peacock Zhuyu has been placed there for a long time, and you are the first person who wants to take it away, which means that you are destined for it." ”

Seeing that Feng Feng Rong still insisted on paying, Rong Wan directly picked up the flower pot and put the flowers in her hands.

"Take it, good flowers and plants value fate, this is not something that money can measure."

Feng Feng Rong looked at the flower pot in her hand, her brows furrowed, and she had to accept it when she saw that the boss insisted repeatedly.

"Okay, I'll take this flower first, I live in the neighborhood on the side of the road, if you need help with anything, you can come to me." With that, Feng Rong left his contact information, shook his head, picked up the flower pot and left the flower shop.

"Yushu, the peacock has found an owner who is willing to take her, when are you going to wait?" Seeing Feng Rong leave, Rong Guan closed the door of the shop, sat on a chair and looked at a tall potted plant at the other end of the flower shop with a smile.

The small tree-like potted plant shook its fat leaves, as if with some disdain.

Rong Wan didn't care, smiled lightly, and scanned the flower shop with a soft gaze, no matter how many years have passed, these flowers are always the same, when they are with them, they are not with their lonely people.

More than 1,700 years have passed, and the old people have long since disappeared, leaving only themselves as a "dead" person.

Rong Wan was a little distracted, the wishful thinking and wishful thinking in the past, now that I think about it, it seems like a joke.

Hands gently swept over the flowers in the flower shop, Rong Guan's hands were gentle and gentle, and the years did not leave any traces on her, as if those betrayals and heartaches were all breezy and watery, leaving no traces.

The blood-colored red bracelet between his hands reflected the light, and a touch of blood was reflected on the leaves.

"Forget it, I'm going to see how the peacock is, it's extreme and arrogant, and it chose the proud owner of Feng Rong, I think their life won't be dull, it's just... In those days, where could there be room for women's arrogance. The deep words came out of Rong Guan's mouth, and the leaves around her rattled, as if in response to her words.

"Don't worry, amorous Rong is a smart woman, maybe their journey will be ups and downs, but I believe she and Peacock will get what they want."

Finally, touching the constantly shaking leaves, Rong Wan returned to the front desk, and carefully took out a yellow bamboo slip, the hemp rope connected to the bamboo slip has been a little rotten, as if it will break at any time. In the first line of bamboo slips, a line of juanxiu seals is clearly engraved with four small characters of peacock bamboo.

"The journey of the style is tonight."

"Peacock, protect her, don't be like me, three-foot white silk..."