The wind in Jiangdu is really cold in winter, the cold wind is sorrowful, and people's hearts are cold.

The woman with a big belly, leaning slightly against the lintel, looking at the brilliant lights on the river in the distance, her eyes were slightly hot.

"Ma'am," said the little girl, who brought a thick cloak and put it on for the woman. "It's windy, shall we go inside?"

The woman with a gentle face tried to suppress the astringency in her eyes and replaced it with a shallow smile.

"I'm delaying you, Suyin. The woman tightened her cloak, and the warmth slowly spread. "If it weren't for the child in the womb, you should also be Meimei and Ah Zheng holding hands at this moment, strolling along the Liren River, and complaining to each other. ”

Today is their Eastern Continent Song Festival, and the boys and girls who have not yet left the pavilion will be dressed up beautifully, holding a delicate flower-shaped lantern in their hands, and participating in various activities. In this day full of affection and sweetness, an inadvertent smile, a retrospective, a clear word and a poem may achieve a story that is affectionate, happy or sad.

The voice attendant stood beside her, hearing the words, and shook his head. "Madame, don't make jokes. Suyin now, I just want to welcome the arrival of the little master with my wife. ”

The woman gently stroked her belly, the faint loneliness disappeared without a trace, and the smile on her gentle face became real. "yes, we've been looking forward to it. ”

"So, for the sake of the little master we are looking forward to, madam, let's stop blowing the wind, okay when we enter the house?" Stretched out his hand and let Suyin help her into the house.

Suyin helped the woman sit down, secretly relieved, and then turned to close the door, his hands and feet were sharp, and his mouth did not stop. "Madame, your days are only a few days away, but you have to take care of yourself. It's good to have something called Suyin, why is Suyin still there, and I know that you like to be lively, but we are now in a special period, and when the little master comes out, after you take care of your body, Suyin will accompany you out for a walk....... ”

The woman listened to the girl chattering over there, although this scene had happened many times, but she still felt interesting and moved.

Su Yin closed the doors and windows, and stood not far from the woman for a while, waiting for the cold on his body to be dissipated by the fire of the stove before approaching his wife.

On the stove on the side, the delicate kettle cooed and screamed, and the tender white hands carried the kettle, the heat was curling, and the fragrance of tea was overflowing.

On this rather atmospheric day, the master and servant are happy, but they also have a special taste.

A few days after the Song Festival, Ruixue followed.

The heavy snow is woven into a beautiful scenery, and every family faces the wind and snow, takes their children, and plays in the snow.

The Jiang family, in Ruixue, ushered in a new life.

Because he had not yet left the pavilion and was not allowed to enter the attic where the master was to accompany the master's production, he stood aggrievedly at the staircase downstairs, tiptoeing, reaching his head, for fear of missing the first cry of the little master.

Although she was also anxious to hug her grandson, seeing this girl's eyes, the old lady of the Jiang family's impatient mood was strangely calmed down a lot, and the person was also a lot calmer. The maid behind her was very eye-catching and helped her sit down and served a cup of hot tea.

Outside, the snow gradually lightened, and the sky seemed to be shining with a little golden light, and the sun behind the clouds was trying to poke its head out.

"Wow......" In the attic, a loud cry dispelled the anxiety of a room.

On the horizon, the sun showed half of its body, and the sunlight shone on the white snow quilt, shining brightly.

In the distant Middle-earth continent, no one climbed the towering peaks, a tower, abruptly broke out of the ground, the mountain wind whistled through, blowing down the mud and dust of a tower, revealing the crystal clear tower body.

On the top floor of the tower, the ice is the ground, and the fire is the top.

The woman lying on the ice couch slowly opened her eyes, raised her hands lightly, and a featureless iron sword that circled around her and died wildly was slapped down, the iron sword was inconspicuous, but it was extremely sharp, directly penetrating the ice, layer after layer, piercing each layer of the ground, nailed to the bottom with a bang, unable to move, the sword body, a few blood marks slowly dripped down.

And the woman who caused all this raised her head, staring at the blazing hellfire above her head with her beautiful excessive eyes, and the corners of her mouth hooked up with an arc of unknown meaning.

It turns out that the seal is gone.

The person who understands what is going on no longer cares about anything else, but goes down the ladder that appears at some point. The steps are light and the figure is thin. Occasionally, she would glance at the towers she had passed, and her eyes swept over the creatures lying in pools of blood, and she would be in a hurry to save them, but she would be in ruins. The mysterious unknown entrenched in all layers is hidden in the depths, not daring to move.

When the damaged ground repaired itself completely, the woman finally made it to the bottom.

"After all these years, what illusion gives you the qualifications to be presumptuous in front of me. "The woman's ink-colored skirt was embroidered with a large piece of blood-colored manzhu sawa, and the skirt swayed as if seeing a sea of flowers churning, and her face was like jade hair like snow.

The iron sword, which was firmly nailed to the ground and could not pull itself out, kept trembling, eager and longing.

The woman scoffed.

"Master, have you forgotten that she has lost her spirit?"

"Oh? I forgot, you're talking about your destiny. But so what? O Lord of Destiny, can bear your power, can you be sure that people can bear your past, your-everything? Don't forget, you are now, the symbol is unknown. “

Iron Sword protested. It's not an ominous sword, it's not!

The woman's slender hand swiped through the intricate trajectory, and the ink-colored light condensed into an ink-colored folding fan.

"Nobody cares if you are or not, if they say you are, who do you think can protect you, who can you protect? ”

The ink fan unfolded, and the golden threads twisted on the fan surface.

Iron Sword gradually quieted down, and his breath was low, like a wronged child, trembling from time to time, as if he was whispering.

The woman ignored it anymore, and her eyes fell lightly on the fan. The golden threads kept churning and twisting, and a thick black mist rose between the struggles. Some threads fade to the golden color, pure as washing, and disappear into the fan surface, while some threads are gradually assimilated by black and are about to merge with the fan surface.

"What is stubborn can only be used as nourishment. ”

The woman cut off half of the black line and slowly wrapped it around the iron sword.

"All right, if you are safe, you will be divided. I will help you and the destined master, after all, I have raised you for so many years with 'good food and drink', and I don't want to keep you for a long time. ”

After saying that, the woman turned into a streamer and disappeared into the tower. The inky tower also dissolved into nothingness with the disappearance of the woman.

Jiang Du became lively with the birth of the young lady of the Jiang family. The Jiang family is big, the city is full of red lanterns, every family has received happy gold, and the poor family has enough flowers and stones to live for a year.

"The Jiang family is really a good person!"

"Not really!"

"The child's father is sick, and the person who sent the money also brought medicine to cure the disease, which can be regarded as the benefactor of my family. ”

"It's good that the Jiang family has a queen. ”

The people in Jiangdu are grateful and lamenting.

"How can such a good person be a disaster-ridden person?"

"I hope the god of flowers can bless the Jiang family from suffering again. ”

"Yes, that's right. Or. Let's make an appointment with a few good sisters to go to the Flower God Palace to pray for the little master, and we won't delay anything. ”

"That's a good idea, let's go. ”

The women of the city ran to each other and soon agreed to pray for a blessing.

"Daddy, aren't we going to the Flower God Palace to pray for the blessing of the new sister? The little boy struggled to hold his little sister who he picked up in the snow yesterday, and his little face was full of hope.

The snow outside the workshop closed the mountain, and the workshop was in full swing.

The man striking iron showed a sincere smile. looked at his son's dusty little face, and then looked at the white and tender little face of his daughter who he just picked up yesterday.

"Absolutely. The Jiang family is a good person, and it is appropriate to pray for blessings. ”

The teenager cheered. "Thank you Daddy, Daddy is so nice. ”

The baby girl in her arms was ignorant, grinning, and saliva smeared the boy's sleeve.

The whole people of Jiangdu believe in the god of flowers, and Jiangdu is also the capital of flowers in the five continents. The Flower God Palace is built in the southern suburbs of Jiangdu, guarded by an enchantment, and the enchantment is full of flowers and a pleasant climate.

The blessing ceremony at Hanajin Shrine is heartwarming. Because Jiangdu people love flowers, they also make a living from flowers. Therefore, the blessing of Hanajin Shrine is more like the protection of life.

Put a flower seed in the palm of your hand, place it in your heart, sincerely say your wishes, and then plant the seed.

In the coming year, the flowers will bloom, which is the best interpretation of blessings.

"Your Majesty!" After receiving the wish, the god of flowers was pleasantly surprised to see the god who had disappeared for nearly 10,000 years, the god she had sworn to follow, standing quietly on the roof of the Flower God Palace, looking into the distance.

is still a god with white hair in an ink skirt, holding an ink-colored umbrella, and the golden thread on the umbrella surface is churning. She stood on the roof of the Flower God Palace, her eyes were light, and the expression on her stunning face was careless, harmless to humans and animals.

It was a familiar demeanor of the god of flowers.

"Little flower, look!"

The flower god was stunned.

Look, what to see, subconsciously look at the past.

Five continents, peace and tranquility.

What's wrong with this feeling in the bottom of Hua Shen's heart? She calmed down and looked at it intently, and her heart sank slightly.

"Is it good-looking?" next to her, the girl was still careless. "I think it's pretty good. ”

"Little God ......" She was puzzled by what she saw.

When the girl saw her hesitating, she didn't force her. Turning her face slightly, Hanami saw the bloodthirsty excitement from her nonchalant appearance.

"You're still too innocent. It's okay to stay in Hanajin Shrine well. Maybe ...... "Maybe something, the girl didn't say." Her gaze, accompanied by a few rays of cyan streamer, fell on the newborn life.

The ink umbrella turns into a black man, condensed into an ink-colored folding fan.

The girl unfolded her fan to hide the bloodthirsty smile at the corner of her mouth.