She lives in the world, the most beautiful thing

suffered the worst fate

She is a rose, and she is like a rose

Survived a morning.

- The French poet Malaib, "The Rose", the first poet to make the world fanatical about roses.

In 1906, just after six years of the 20th century, in the golden autumn of this year, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers in a quiet and spacious mansion spread wildly in the courtyard, and a maid was carefully picking a bunch of golden osmanthus flowers and carefully putting them in a basket to make osmanthus desserts for his wife. At this moment, the begonias, crape myrtles, yueji, a bunch of reds, rhododendrons, hibiscus, lilies, chrysanthemums, crocus, flower candles, dahlias, upside-down bells, and daffodils are all blooming their flowers in this house, so that the deep front yard of the house is quietly covered with gorgeous flowers, and the tulips are thick and faint.

"Ahh The waitress was picking osmanthus flowers, and found that unknown branches and vines were tightly wrapped around the dense osmanthus branches. A large number of bright red and bright red flowers are embellished between the green leaves of the osmanthus tree and the golden osmanthus flowers, and the eyes of the waitress are full of curiosity. The waitress reported the strange sight to the executives of the house.

There are unknown flowers dotted between emerald green and golden yellow, which the housekeeper believes is the auspicious atmosphere of the house. So he reported the good news to Lang Zhong, the commercial official of Rong Mansion, the hereditary first-class light car captain, and the military department walking and other positions.

Guo Buluo Rongyuan, who was loyal to the affairs of the court, was frowning and worried, and the executive's family reported that bright red flowers were hidden between the golden osmanthus flowers in the front and back yards in order to please Rong Yuan.

The petals are particularly pure in color, the delicate petals are stained with crystal clear dewdrops, and the faint floral fragrance lingers around the tip of the nose, refreshing and intoxicating.

"Will there be an unknown flower in my Rong Mansion? Go and find out, what kind of flower is this? Lord Rong commanded.

"Rong Duwei, this flower is the best of the temptation of flowers, and it is known as the god of beauty and love. A lifetime of beauty and love go hand in hand. When the beauty of the flower is gone, the love of the person holding the flower is gone. When love is gone, beauty is gone. The executive said seriously.

"Then what kind of flower is this, it really takes the fragrance of a hundred flowers." Rong Yuan plucked a petal with dew drops and asked carefully.

"Rose!" The butler replied in a straight manner. At that time, the most admired flower in the Qing Dynasty was the peony, and the top ten traditional Chinese flowers did not have roses, and most people did not have any special preference for roses.

"The roses bloom in May and June, and I don't plant roses in this house, and they bloom in autumn and October, and they are intertwined with the most noble golden osmanthus flowers, making the front and back yards look auspicious. That's amazing! ”

Rong Yuan wore a red feather and wore an official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, showing a contemplative and surprised face.

The sound of light footsteps interrupted his musings.

"Congratulations to Lord Rong, Lord He Xirong, you are so happy today, you are laughing." The bride in front of her was full of joy, she knew that their Minister Rong already had a son, Guo Buluo Runliang, and she was looking forward to a daughter.

Rong Yuan's surprised brows instantly expanded, and a happy smile gradually bloomed.

Rong Yuan turned around and listened carefully to the cry that shook his heart from inside the house, at this time, the morning sun rose on the ridge of Rongyuan Mansion, and there was a gorgeous fairyland. A round of golden light was projected between the mottled leaves, shining on Rong Yuan's body in layers, and his entire body showed a round of luxurious aura.

Rong Yuan strode into the study, Rong Yuan muttered to himself: "Your arrival has brought golden light and blooming roses, the Rong family is proud of you, you must be the same as roses, you will definitely have a different life." ”

There was already an open book on the desk, "Luo Shen Fu". It goes straight into the eyelids

"Its shape is also, fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a swimming dragon, Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind......"

"Dancing like a frightening flood, graceful like a swimming dragon......" The blessed face hung with a surprise that could not be hidden. Although he was born with a Gege, he has the legend of a dragon, which has brought the first ray of sunshine for nearly half a year, and the Rongfu is glorious because of you. You have brought a glimpse of Rongfu, yes, you are called Wanrong, the first grid of Rongfu. Word, Mu Hong. Admire and admire your amazement. Wan, feminine also, graceful is also a feminine and stunning face. ”

"Absolutely! Wonderful! Minister Rong gently applauded the arrival of his first daughter with such a name.

Of course, he couldn't predict that Wanrong's name would be forever engraved in people's hearts, because in the future, she would be the last queen of the Qing Dynasty - Queen Rose, Aixin Jueluo Wanrong.

Originally, life was full of mysteries, and even a queen could not get rid of the infinite mysteries of life: beautiful love, peaceful marriage, supreme interests, conspiracy of repurification, lonely temptation, emptiness of the heart, betrayal of body and mind, and the extreme desire of poverty and luxury to be staged on the glorious queen at the same time......