Xiao Xuan became more and more proud, and seeing that no one was stopping him, he pushed aside the covered bushes and walked away with the fragrance of flowers.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Xiao Xuan was stunned and did not move. In Xiao Xuan's eyes, the palace that has no other use except extravagance has such a scene: in front of a luxurious gold-woven palace tent, there is a small piece of land, with dark red and light pink flowers standing upright, dotted with pieces of tender green leaf petals, like proud beauties, but they all bloom their beauty quietly, not comparing.

The breeze of dusk wisps of flowers, carrying nectar and the fragrance of flowers around Xiao Xuan's body.

She sniffed the fragrance greedily, fragrant but not sweet. Xiao Sui only stopped in the distance of the sea of flowers, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes slightly closed, his arms opened, and the fragrance of flowers surrounded him, as if he was in a sea of flowers, as if he was incarnated into a fairy in flowers.

Xiao Xuan opened her eyes and ran happily towards the flowers. She lifted the hem of her skirt, leaned down, lovingly stroked the crumbling flowers in the wind, her eyes gradually bent into the shape of a crescent moon, and she was very happy, and said to the flowers: "Are you peonies?" The Han poet said: 'Only the peony is true to the country, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom', you are so beautiful, but you have touched Miss Ben's heart! Xiao Xuan spoke fluently in Khitan and Chinese alternately, and was even more intoxicated, and his little face was almost buried in the flowers.

"The name of this flower is peony, not peony." There was a sound, and the man's voice as warm as jade sounded not far away.

Xiao Sui was really taken aback, and sat on the ground in shock, as soon as his hand was loosened, the flowers trembled a few times, and the water droplets on the petals were shaken off, still standing alone and arrogant in the same place.

Xiao Xuan looked back sharply, and a young man was wearing a blue and white robe, with a gold and jade belt around his waist, and a valuable jade pendant. He leaned over the sea of flowers, his sword eyebrows lowered, as if there was no one around, holding a small shovel and playing with the flowers. He has the air of nobility, but also the cleanliness of the dust, and the afterglow of the remnant sun is scattered on his angular face, scattered on his slender fingers, as if the beautiful scenery in front of him is the sea of flowers blooming from his fingertips.

Xiao Sui looked at him so stupidly, as if he couldn't see an endless scroll with the fragrance of ancient ink.

The man chuckled lightly, breaking the peace, "Little girl, listening to your extraordinary conversation, you actually understand the poetry of the Han people, why can't you recognize this flower fairy peony?" He seemed to be deliberately teasing Xiao Xuan.

When Xiao Xuan heard this, he came back to his senses, blinked vigorously, walked to the man's side angrily, and squatted beside him, "Flower Fairy? Ahem, how do you know I don't know? 'Weishi and the woman, Yiqi scorned each other, and gave them peonies. 'Men and women give each other peonies to convey affection, and I also know the Book of Poetry! With that, Xiao Xuan raised his chin and pursed his lips.

Since she was a child, Xiao Siwen invited famous masters of the Han and Khitan tribes to teach their sisters, and Xiao Sui was the most intelligent one, and she was proud to show off at the moment.

The man stopped the movement in his hand, his head was slightly off, Xiao Xuan clearly saw his own appearance in his clear eyes, looked at each other for a moment, Xiao Xuan, who felt that the red cloud flew on his cheeks, suddenly got up, pointed at the man, and said angrily, "You, you little attendant, the palace has not taught you, don't look at it!" How dare you look directly at Miss Ben! ”

The man was stunned and chuckled a few times, it turned out that the little girl had mistaken him for a palace person. He shook his head, unconcerned, then shoveled the dirt, picked up the kettle, and watered it carefully.

Seeing that he ignored him, Xiao Sui leaned down again, supported his chin with both hands, and stared at the man with smart eyes, full of curiosity, "Are you a flower slave?" Who is the owner of this peony? Could it be you? No, no, no, how can the little chamberlain plant flowers at will! But I love this peony! She didn't look like she was asking a question to a man, she was talking for a long time.

"Little girl, you understand the poetry of the Han people, but you don't understand the goodness of this peony. It's May, and it's a good time for peonies to bloom. It's the goddess of flowers in May, do you know where that name comes from? ”

The man finished his work, stood up, clapped his hands, brushed his robe, strode to the tent, leaned on the vermilion lacquer pillar, his eyes swept over Xiao Xuan, swept the arrogant peony, and turned his head up to look at the fiery red clouds in the sky.

Xiao Xuan also followed him to the outside of the palace tent, and only looked at him with such curiosity, "How did you get it?" ”

The man glanced at her, his eyes smiling, shining like the scorching sun at noon, and Xiao Xuan blinked, his eyelashes fluttering like whirling butterflies.

The man looked at such a childlike heart, and couldn't help but want to reach out and caress her eyelashes, but of course he didn't.

He laughed loudly: "Do you know the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty? He often indulged in pleasure with his concubine Yang in the Imperial Garden, appreciating strange flowers. There is an old man named Song single father, good at raising peonies, edicted to enter the palace to plant peonies, and must bloom in the peony flowers, coinciding with the cold of the year, the peony has not opened for a long time, the single father will have the danger of life, the peony fairy is grateful for the old man's irrigation grace, and work together to cast a spell to make the flowers bloom. And yet..."

At this time, three small drums sounded in the palace tent, the man stopped here, Xiao Sui hurriedly asked, "But what?" Will the faint king still not let him go? ”

The man didn't continue, but asked, "Little girl, what's your name?" ”

Xiao Sui spoke very quickly, "I'm Yanyan, brother, you can tell me about it quickly!" Xiao Xuan pretended to be coquettish, grabbed the man's sleeve and shook it.

The man stroked Xiao Xuan's scattered sideburns, bowed slightly, and smiled warmly: "Yanyan, my brother has something to do, if you can see me again in the future, I will tell you the legend of peony." ”

Xiao Xuan was silent, and the look of disappointment was completely expressed on his face.

The man didn't distinguish anymore, walked straight to the peony flower, picked a few plump and beautiful peony flowers and handed them to Xiao Xuan, and gently instructed: "The little girl must have a heart for flowers." Seeing Xiao Xuan hanging his head, he paused slightly, "My Da Liao woman will never be so twisted, Yanyan, what do you say?" ”

Xiao Xuan hung his head for a moment, raised his head, held the peony flower tightly, and looked sincere and firm, "I won't be like that, brother, you must remember, after telling me this story next time we meet, don't forget Yanyan!" Speaking of the back, the voice was a little higher.

The man put his hands behind his back, and felt more and more that Xiao Xuan's sincere appearance was cute, and was about to answer her, only to see her turn around and run away, the man looked at the small figure holding flowers in both hands and disappeared into the lush trees, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his expression was complicated, with nostalgia, envy, and incomprehension.

The man stood by the flowers and said in a loud voice: "Qiliang, prepare to go to the palace banquet." ”

A small attendant ran out of the tent and bowed to the man, "Lord Wang, do you know who that girl is, and whether she has bad intentions?" After all, there is still a situation in the DPRK..."

When the man heard the maid talking about Xiao Xuan's bad behavior, Xiao Xuan's delicate appearance appeared in his mind, so he waved his hand impatiently and strode forward, "You are now in charge of the king's affairs!" ”

It turned out that he was the prince of Sejong, who died in the chaos, the nephew of the current saint Muzong, and the prince of Jin, Yeluxian.

In the distance, the clouds in the sky blushed and lingered together, like lovers snuggling together in silence at dusk, and the remnant sun in the west seemed to exhaust all its strength, emitting the last light of the day, and the golden yellow tulle shrouded this cluster of affectionate peony flowers.

Xiao Sui trotted through the bushes, looking back at the little red hidden in the bushes, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in her heart, she looked down at the peony in her hand, and the man's warm voice echoed in her ears, and suddenly remembered that she didn't know who the brother's name was, and how she would find him in the future. Xiao Sui couldn't help but feel annoyed that she was confused.

The sunset is completely falling, the moon is sparse and the stars are gone, and the night wind is gusting.

Xiao Sui then remembered the palace banquet, and hurriedly followed the route described to her by her mother in the carriage. She was annoyed as she walked, and there were no chamberlains along the huge palace. How did she know that the emperor who likes extravagance can't be served by thousands of palace people. Until she faintly heard some court music, she was overjoyed and walked in that direction.

"Yanyan!" Xiao Xuan heard someone call her Xiao Zi, so she stopped and looked around.

"Yanyan! I've finally found you! A man in his twenties ran towards Xiao Xuan, he was dressed in a navy blue robe, with a pimple button, and a light cyan belt around his waist, a head higher than Xiao Yinyin, not as wild as the prairie people, a little more elegant.

Xiao Xuan threw herself into his arms happily when she saw him, "Brother Derang! How did you come to me? ”

Han Derang also patted Xiao Xuan's shoulder dotingly, "I also followed my father into the palace for a banquet, Uncle Xiao called me to look for you, let me tell you that you can't stay in the palace for a long time, your mother is waiting for you to return home in the carriage." ”

Xiao Xuan looked puzzled, but he didn't bother to ask, but let the trusted Han Derang lead him to the palace gate.

While walking, Han Derang asked where Xiao Sui slipped away again, but Xiao Sui refused to say, looking at the flowing clouds in the sky, and smiled at Han Derang, Han Derang was always powerless to resist such Xiao Xuan, shook his head helplessly, smiled back, and didn't ask more.

At the gate of the palace, Han Derang instructed her a few words, and then entered the palace again. Xiao Xuan looked at the palace gate and sighed, she played with the peony in her hand, looked up and saw that the moonlight was cold, she thought to herself: Brother who planted peony, how long will it take to see you again?

Xiao Xuan stepped into the carriage of the Xiao Mansion.

The peony flowers bloom so much, clusters and clusters, blooming like the delicate face of the swallow.

The first time I met so beautiful, I seemed to have seen the rest of my life with my hands, but the road ahead was stormy, which was destined to seek the bloom of a lifetime with blood and tears of life and death.