There is an antique gatehouse on the outskirts of the city, called Qi Mengzhai, which sells some precious and rare books that are no longer available in the market. It is not an exaggeration to call it an ancient book.

Zhuo Jiting can also be regarded as a regular customer here. It's quiet, there aren't many people, it's not noisy or noisy, which is very much to his liking.

But for some reason, I always feel that something is wrong these days.

Zhuo Jiting raised his head, and a trace of doubt flashed on his handsome face. Pushing his glasses, he looked around quietly, his nose fluttered, and he suddenly squinted slightly.

"Mr. Zhuo, do you have anything to do?" The young boss who was sorting out the bookshelves not far away suddenly turned around, and his voice was gentle and kind.

"Hmm. Zhuo Jiting put down the book in his hand, pondered for a moment, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and asked uncertainly: "Boss, do you have any incense in the store?" Well, it's very comfortable. “

"Xiang?" the young boss put the last book on the bookshelf and descended the ladder. I seem to be a little puzzled: "The store never orders any incense." Is it the smell of books?"

"It's the floral scent of begonias. A soft, delicate voice suddenly came from behind him.

While talking, a girl dressed in a moon-white cardigan Tang suit with a white spinning skirt, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with elegant and beautiful face, long hair and waist-length hair, walked out of the room.

"Are you?" Zhuo Jiting frowned slightly, with some doubts in his eyes.

"Her name is Shinoshi, and she is the sister of the original owner of this shop. The young boss, who was also dressed in Tang costume, walked over at some point, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his beautiful Danfeng eyes were dyed with a slight smile.

"I guess the begonia tree in the yard is blooming. “

But the tree ...... It looks like it's never bloomed?

"Begonias?" Zhuo Jiting paused, "As far as I know, begonia flowers should have no fragrance. “

Although he said this, his heart suddenly jumped violently, as if something had crossed his heart.

"Hmm. That's right. Xiaoxiao stared at Zhuo Jiting with a pair of big round eyes, and gently bowed his head, "Begonias do not have the fragrance of flowers." “

"But. Xiao Xiaoqi squinted at Zhuo Jiting, and said with a smile, "She's just waiting for someone." When the time comes, there will naturally be no more begonia fragrance in the future. “

"What?" Shinoshio's words left him a little confused.

"A-Yuan. Xiaoxiao ignored him, and just gently called the boss's name. A soft voice, gently shallow.

"Ah, I know. The boss blinked, handed over a book with a somewhat mutilated cover, and smiled a little bewildered, "Mr. Zhuo, this is a book for you." As a reward for our regular customers. “

"Well, welcome to the next time. “

Zhuo Jiting took the book, and until he left, he was still a little confused and confused.

"Tsk, Xiaoxiao, who is you going to write down the roster this time?" the boss rubbed his chin with his fingers and smiled a little maliciously.

Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes, automatically ignored the boss, and turned to walk inside.

The boss looked at the back of Xiaoxiao's departure, touched his nose in embarrassment, and then went to do his own work.

At night, Zhuo Jiting sat in the study with his brows furrowed slightly, and the book in his hand turned back and forth no less than ten times. However, he can be sure that this is a wordless book after all! Not to mention words, not even a single punctuation mark can be found in the book.

Sighing, he took off his glasses and rubbed his temples with his fingers.

He really couldn't understand why the boss gave him such a book.

Save money, piracy, or just want to tease yourself?

He didn't know, but he planned to return the book in a few days. It's just an empty book.

It's April season, and the weather is as usual, with warm spring breezes and trees flying. In the courtyard of Chongqilou, a piece of begonia flowers bloom one after another, enchanting and gorgeous, moving and extraordinary.

On the high attic, a plain-clothed man leaned on a soft couch, staring intently at the begonia flowers blooming in the courtyard, with a thoughtful expression.

The long uncrowned hair was casually draped, and the three thousand green silks were as black as ink. The appearance of the dust is stunning, even if it is not spoken, it is excellent. Just sitting still like that is like a splashed ink scroll, lined with the landscape and the world is discolored.

"Lord Lang. "The delicate and soft voice, graceful and graceful, indescribably pleasant.

The man looked back suddenly, his flickering gaze paused slightly, and then quickly dimmed.

"Oh, green beads. “

The green beads, as usual, combed the frightened bun, the eyebrows are repaired with lotus forehead makeup, the hosta is obliquely fallen, the makeup is exquisite, luxurious and gorgeous. The pale cyan silk skirt made of fine silk and grosgrain was set against her water-cut eyes, and her eyes were flowing in anticipation, which was very charming.

Seeing the concubine, Lord Lang seemed to be disappointed. “

The man looked at the green beads for a long time, and laughed to himself, "You are very bold to talk like this to your master." “

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"Lord Lang, the concubine knows that you won't. Lu Zhu's eyes were full of tenderness when she looked at him, and she shook her head with a chuckle, "The Lord Lang in the eyes of the concubine is not the same as what the world says. “

“...... Not the same?"

"Oh, everyone in the world knows me - Shi Chong is the son of a hero, and he is rich enough to rival the country. Feng Anyang Township Marquis, the official to the Nanzhong Lang General, as the assassin of Jingzhou, but the traitorous ministers are in trouble, tyrannical and cruel officials. Shi Chong laughed, with a little helplessness in his eyes.

"Green beads, I am really hateful and hateful in the eyes of the world. “

Lu Zhu looked at the man in front of him, with admiration in his eyes, but more distressed. For a moment, she seemed to see the lonely man standing under the begonia tree again.

The lover-like whisper was lingering and compassionate. "If thou art incense, store thy house of gold. The man's expression was desolate and helpless that she had never seen before, and it was distressingly tight.

Just like now.

In 290 BC, Emperor Wu of Jin collapsed, and the crown prince Sima Zhen succeeded to the throne as emperor and changed to Yongxi.

The following year, Empress Jia falsely killed the empress dowager, deposed her throne, and killed Dazai Sima Liang. Take power as a regent and call out relatives.

No matter how turbulent it is outside, the Golden Valley Garden is as luxurious and beautiful as it was at the beginning.

"Ji Lun. The man's handsome face was not shocked, and his handsome eyes seemed to be plain, but if he looked closely, he couldn't help but find that there was shallow sadness in his eyes that was fleeting.

"Jia's relatives, troubled the government and the opposition, and led the evil. Do you really want to fight for the tiger?"

Shi Chong leaned obliquely in the sandalwood chair, dressed in brocade and silk. When he looked at Ji Shao, his eyebrows were frivolous, and he was indescribably lazy.

"Yeonjo. “

"Although Changyuan is a relative, this day, I'm afraid it's going to change. One day king, one day minister, the decline of the Sima clan is a matter of time, why are you so stupid and loyal?"

"The king is the king, and the minister is the minister. The Jia family is a minister, but he has bad intentions, and he should be regarded as a chaotic minister and thief. Ji Shao's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Okay, from now on, I will be a minister and you will be a thief, and I will not be soft." “

Shi Chong finally watched Ji Shao brush his sleeves away, smiling lightly, but there was silence in his eyes.

One day king, one day minister.

Ji Shao, Ji Shao, who do you think escaped?

In 297 BC, Shi Chong served as a general of the conquest, and after several lives and deaths, he finally quelled the Xiongnu rebellion. I heard that on the first day of his triumphant return to Beijing, he went straight to the Jingu Garden and stood for a long time under the begonia tree that had not yet bloomed.

No one knew what he was thinking.

In 299 BC, Empress Jia deposed the prince and killed him. The introduction of the dynasty was dissatisfied. The Eight Kings rose up with the trend, and after the abolition of Jia, the dynasty was turbulent, and the Eight Kings Rebellion was at the beginning.

"Luzhu, now that King Zhao is in charge, I am in danger, but I am afraid that it will affect you. In the pavilion, Shi Chong, who had already changed into a plain robe, looked at the courtyard surrounded by officers and soldiers, and couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.

"Over the years, you've worked hard...... I'm old now. “

"Lord Lang, since you save the concubine, the concubine will be ready for life and death

Whatever you want. I hope you don't dislike concubines. “

Shi Chong looked at the woman with tearful eyes but still undiminished, and laughed unconsciously, and then Gu Zi picked up the teacup and took a sip gently.

"Sun Xiu, have you seen it? That's the case, the green bead won't go with you!" As he spoke, he stood up and walked downstairs, and although he knew that he would die after all, his steps were still graceful and calm, unhurried. "Luzhu, I'm guilty for you. But I know that I am not responsible for you, and I can still withstand it...... It's a pity that this garden is full of begonias. “

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the begonias in the courtyard with a smile.

“...... I knew that one glance was over, and I didn't dare to ask for too much. Enough, enough. “

Now I'm old, I'm afraid you're still like that. Just wait for me to die, what will happen to this garden full of begonias? What about you?

"Lord Lang!" The lovely person behind him sobbed, and there was a small heartache in his eyes, "The concubine knows, you have no intention of the concubine, and the concubine of the person you like really dare not compare." The concubine also knew that the concubine's voice was very similar to that woman. “

"But it's very satisfying for a concubine to be by your side. The heart is happy with the king, and the concubine is willing to repay him with death. “

She knew, the one she loved. It is immortal, but it is also clinging, like a moth to a fire, and finally destroys itself.

Lord Lang –

Concubine, can I call you Langjun once as a wife?

After that, this stunning beauty jumped up and jumped down from the pavilion, and a generation of beautiful women disappeared.

In 300 B.C., Shi Chong was beheaded in Dongshi. On that day, the begonias in the Golden Valley Garden withered instantly and fell one after another, which was poignant and beautiful.

Whose sigh seems to be in the wind.

...... Pimp.

"With the dream of a concubine, exchange what the king wants. “

"Good. “

"Tsk. It turned out that the person that Shi Chong admired was actually a begonia flower demon. The young boss closed the book in his hand, was amazed, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly smiled, "Presumably, that flower demon also loves Shi Chong very much, so he is willing to exchange his dream for what he wants." “

"I just don't know, what does Shi Chong want? “

“...... Let Sima, from the bottom of his heart, live. Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and said lightly.

Let the concubine Dailang, may the Sima family, sincerely, live.

Good.

In 307 BC, Emperor Hui of the Jin Dynasty Sima died.

Outside the city of Luoyang, a donkey cart drove into the distance with the emperor whom the world thought was dead.

Jun is loyal, but I'm afraid that he will never be able to wash away this stigma.

Ji Lun, ashamed, ashamed!

At that time, Zhuo Jiting stood in the courtyard of Qi Mengzhai, looking at the blooming begonia tree, his eyes were sympathetic.

He felt as if he had a dream, everything in the dream was familiar, vivid and painful, but when he woke up, he remembered nothing.

The book, which had been empty of words, was full of words, and everything in the book was familiar, and for a moment he felt that this was what he had experienced.

But, how is this possible?

The book contains Shi Chong of the Western Jin Dynasty, but the deeds he tells are not quite the same as the history he knows. But he did feel inexplicably familiar, as if history was meant to be like this.

There seems to be a wind, bringing a burst of fragrance.

Zhuo Jiting's heart jumped violently, and he reached out and gently stroked the tree pole.

“...... Fl, Lo?"

Murmuring whispers, familiar and heart-wrenching. It's a name I've never heard before, but it's as if it's been engraved in my heart for a long time, and I've silently recited it countless times.

As soon as the words fell, in an instant, the begonia flowers withered and withered. Endlessly poignant.

Who is calling in the wind?

Pimp......

In an instant, tears suddenly fell.

In April, the garden is full of begonias, and it is beautiful and charming. Shi Chong also went to the garden to enjoy the flowers as usual, but today he was only busy with business, so he had to be a little late.

Walking into the garden, I can hear the sound of singing and dancing from a distance, so it is not lively.

When I got closer, I saw a group of women with brocade and silk combs and fairy buns holding different musical instruments. The woman in the middle who combed her hair in the sky together had light eyebrows like autumn water, and her jade muscles were floating in the breeze. Dancing lightly with sleeves, Na Ruoliu. The ethereal and wonderful voice is like the gurgling water of a mountain stream, which is clear and clear.

Such a voice, even if it is a song, is enough to make countless people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. Graceful and delicate, light and quiet, as if standing on the clouds, smiling lightly. As soon as I danced and moved, I saw that the pleats of the skirt were like a moonlight, flowing lightly on the ground, more than three feet long.

At that time, just one glance, was sinking.

Xiaoxiao held a pen in her hand, lowered her eyes for a long time, and then slowly wrote the word Flo on the blank paper.

Finally close the book.

There is a story in every book, and those stories are the fulfillment of everyone's dreams.

A book is still a dream.

A dream and a wish.

“...... How could there be incense in the begonias? It was just the soul-scattering incense that she burned out of her last life. “

And since then, there is no flower demon Flo in the world.