Frost falls, cold moons, deeper and heavier.

In the Hundred Flowers Palace, the twenty-four fangs knelt down on the hall paved with clear glass, holding their breath and concentrating. A gust of night wind passed, and the shadows of the trees outside the hall swayed, sifting the moonlight into scattered broken jade. In the center of the hall, the water-colored gauze curtain swayed gently, like the undulating and faint breath of the people inside the curtain.

The man was lying on his side in the cloud brocade couch, with hairpins and ink plums, the tails of his eyes were round, half closed and half open, his face was beautiful and beautiful, although he was miserable and weak, it was difficult to hide his eyebrows, and it was difficult to force people to look. The white mist of moonlight fell on the tip of her brow slightly furrowed.

Suddenly, her breathing became short, and the aroma that seemed to linger in the hall gradually became stronger and more depressed, like thousands of flowers blooming and a hundred incense gathered, and the more and more intense aroma made the twenty-four Fang lords in the original worship hall raise their heads regardless of the loss of etiquette, look at the curtain and have hidden worries on their faces, but they still dare not make a sound.

Magnolia, apricot blossom, jasmine, cinnamon, hibiscus, camellia, lotus, rose, ...... All kinds of flowers in the middle of the veil bloom one after another, and quickly wither, the petals pour down like a rain waterfall, falling into a colorful flower, instantly submerging the glazed hall into a sea of flowers, beautiful and vast but desperate.

After the daffodils fall, the last plum blossom that symbolizes winter blooms proudly, in an instant, the petals fall scattered, when the last red plum is reluctant to submerge into the sea of flowers, the person in the curtain is violently shocked, cough up a mouthful of blood, there is a frost flower between the eyebrows, and finally, condensed into a drop of crystal purple water droplets, the clear fingertips are lightly brushed, can catch the falling water droplets, into the arms, in the blink of an eye this drop of water has become a pink baby.

"Lord!" Peony opened the curtain, knelt in front of the couch, reached out to take the baby girl who was sleeping with her eyes closed, and looked at the bloody face of the person on the couch and finally couldn't hold back, tears fell on her cheeks.

"I have my order, from now on, my son's life experience will go with me, and all those who leak it will be destroyed!" The breath of the person on the couch is weak, and the tone is not high, but it has a majesty and solemnity.

"Obey! Subordinates keep the will of the Lord! If there is half a point of disobedience, self-destruction of the original god! The twenty-four lords, including the peony with the baby in her arms, solemnly bowed down.

The man on the couch looked at the person who had made the oath, and his eyes were shining, and he seemed to be a little relieved, "So I can rest assured." Get up. Peony, come here. She raised her hand and waved it weakly, the petals sprinkling with her movements.

"Lord!" Peony hugged the child and approached the bed.

"Give this to her." The man on the couch handed a sandalwood-beaded pill into her hand. The peony put it into the baby's mouth according to the word, and used the flower dew to let the child swallow the beads into the stomach.

A reassuring smile appeared on the fragile face of the person on the couch, so slight that it was almost impossible to catch, "This is the Meteoric Pill." Those who take this pill will extinguish their love and love. ”

"Lord, ...... you?" Peony was stunned when she heard this.

"If you are ruthless, you will be strong, and if you are loveless, you will be free. This is the best I can give her. My child can't be as ...... as I am," as if enduring a great pain, the tip of the brow of the man in the couch who had just calmed down suddenly frowned, and a pale and weak hand touched his heart.

"Lord!"

The man in the couch slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "It's out of the way." Opening his eyes again, "Today is 'frost'?" ”

"Exactly." The lilac at the end of the couch replied.

The eyes of the person on the couch were blurred, as if he sank into the vast memory, and after a moment of silence, he stroked the baby's petal-like cheeks, and said quietly: "Let's call 'Jinmi'." ”

"Yes! Subordinates congratulate the young god Jinmi on his death! The twenty-four flower lords bowed down again.

"Excuse me. There is no lack of gods, and I don't want to make her the god of flowers after the death of my primordial god. She waved her hand, the jade bracelet on her wrist touched, like the corridor rain hitting the celadon, ethereal and clear, bowed her head and smiled sadly: "It is excellent to be a free and scattered immortal." ”

"Please think twice, how can I have no owner in the flower world for a day?" His Royal Highness Xinghua raised her head anxiously.

"I have made up my mind, after I go, I will wait for twenty-four people and twenty-four solar terms to take turns to spend flowers, changing and changing, and each master has four seasons." The breath of the person on the couch is weak, but there is a decision between the words that no one can put their beaks into.

Hearing the word "go" coming out of her mouth, the people in the palace couldn't bear to look at her anymore, and a "yes!" The answer was a little choked and forbearing.

"I am limited to living in the water mirror, and I will not be allowed to step out of my flower world for half a step within 10,000 years." Fit to concentrate on the calculation, she is afraid of suffering a catastrophe within 10,000 years, although she is a desperate pill, she can't rest assured, and the water mirror has an enchantment, if she is limited to this for 10,000 years, it should be able to completely eliminate the heart-rending love catastrophe. Thinking of this, a lotus-like smile bloomed at the corner of her lips, and a pair of starry eyes slowly closed in this smile......

In the 208,612th year of Tianyuan, the frost fell, the flower god Zifen Immortal died, and the flowers withered. That night, there was a festive and happy atmosphere in the heavenly court, and the immortals went to the banquet to congratulate the water god Luo Lin and the wind god Linxiu on their 100-year good union.

The flower world mourned for the god of flowers, and the flowers mourned for the next ten years, and the stamens did not bloom. In ten years, not a single flower in the world has bloomed, and the color of heaven and earth has been lost. It was not until ten years later, when the mourning period ended, that the competition was restored.