Chapter 8: The God of Flowers

Ziweiyuan is quiet, the horse chestnut tree has been blooming for several years, there is a breeze coming, the petals tremble gently, swaying.

Shen Duxian Jun glanced at the emperor who was holding the book and opened his eyes, only to feel that he was frightened a lot. He was the book-servant of the emperor in his life, and silently took the book handed over by the emperor, and confirmed that his emperor had woken up before he stepped forward to report.

"Your Majesty, the flower god Wei Zi Shangxian is still kneeling outside the hall. "The first of the four seas and eight wildernesses, the lord of flowers, Wei Zishangxian, has been kneeling in Ziweiyuan for many days.

Chonghua let Shen Du put on his robe for him, frowned, and seemed to think of something from the past, "Benjun remembers that she shouldn't have this kind of temperament." ”

He doesn't remember why he entered the reincarnation, but he remembers what happened in the reincarnation. The girl in my memory, bright and fresh, even if she was the emperor for many years, she was still independent, otherwise how could she never see him again.

The beauty is full of flowers, and the beauty spends the bed after she goes.

Everyone in the world says so, Xiao Heng, the majesty of Great Qin, is ruthless and cruel, and he is the most indifferent person in this world. But now that the room is full of coldness, who still remembers his heartache.

When he thought of this, his heart hurt so much that he couldn't stand trembling. Shen Du hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and the worry on his face was self-evident, "Is the gentleman okay?"

Since the emperor returned from mortal dust, this heartache has followed him for thousands of years, and every time the emperor is drenched in cold sweat, the starlight in Ziweiyuan will be displaced.

Chonghua stabilized himself, trying not to shake himself, "Let Shen Yan, bring her in, this gentleman wants to see the flower god Wei Zi." ”

The lord of the flowers, the eyebrows are like green feathers, the muscles are like snow, the waist is like a bundle, and the teeth are like braided shells.

"Wei Zi greeted the emperor. "She bowed down and was graceful.

Chonghua, who was sitting on the couch, opened his eyes for a long time, looked at the fairy who fell down on the ground, and didn't scream, his heart was already unwavering, but he still remembered himself who had returned to the priesthood at that time.

Sanqingjing Fantasy Realm, Ziweiyuan is empty, and the stars are full.

When Xiao Heng woke up, he was not in the Weiyang Palace he was familiar with, and there were no crying palace people around him.

Faced with the coldness of the room, he finally remembered that it seemed that everything was back on the right track.

In this world, there is no more Xiao Heng in the mortal world, and there is no love for Li Yan, he is in his life, the Emperor of the Arctic in Zhongtian Ziwei, who is in charge of the longitude and latitude of heaven and earth, and leads the sun, moon and stars, gods and Buddhas of the heavens.

I was chilled to the bone, and I tasted love and hate. Love parting, can't beg, panic in the bottom of my heart.

"Ah Yan, Ah Yan......" He covered his heart, and the pain was terrible.

"The flower god Wei Zi is an immortal, reincarnated as Li Yan, the emperor of Xiaowen of Great Qin. "Ziweiyuan's immortal official cautiously told him, the emperor descended to earth, and the god had no right to interfere, and the entanglement in this life was all caused by creation, and then Ziweiyuan knew that the one who loved and hated with the emperor was the lord of the flowers, Wei Zishangxian.

When he was conscious again, he was already standing in front of the Flower God Mansion of the Nine Heavens.

He didn't dare to go in, and he was afraid of his hometown.

Until the purple-clothed fairy came out, he looked at the unfamiliar face, and there was no trace of emotion in his heart, as if something was broken even more.

Even if his Ah Yan is her reincarnation, and the flower god Wei Zi is not her after all. The world is so big, he will never see that woman again, nor will he see her smile.

It's hard to think, it's hard to hate, and now I'm two fences.

"Benjun said that you and I don't have to see each other again in this life. When Chonghua said, the pain was unbearable, he naturally remembered that Ah Yan collapsed that year, leaving an edict for him to ascend the throne as emperor, but he could never see each other again in this life.

Then he thought that she had hated him so much that he could not see him in life or in death. He thought that after his death, the yellow spring would fall, and he would always see her in Zhaoling, who would have expected that it would be heaven and earth that would not meet.

"Husband, ......" Wei Zi heard this, tears flowed down, pear blossoms brought rain, and it was very cute.

"Shut up!!" Chonghua on the couch stood up suddenly, his eyebrows were as indifferent as snow, but all the immortal officials who were waiting in the hall knew that the emperor was furious at this time, and waved his wide sleeves, "Flower God Wei Zi, his eyes are not respectful, he has been deprived of his immortal position, and he has been thinking about it for ten thousand years in the house, and he must not get close to Ziweiyuan for half a step without a purpose." ”

Wei Zisoft was in the hall, watching the white-clothed god leave, she was so scared in her heart, she thought that with Li Yan's old friendship, with Ziweiyuan remembering Li Yan as the reincarnation of the flower god, she would definitely be able to win the emperor's favor. Who knows, it ended up like this, she was stupid and stupid, and the barrier she thought she thought had destroyed herself.

This Ziweiyuan's lifelong emperor is as ruthless and unrighteous as the immortals say, but fortunately she has nothing to do with him, and the lonely soul and wild ghost who has gone through the calamity for her is really in vain.

For many people, a thousand years is really a long time, and that is because people's life span is short, but only a hundred years. However, for the immortals, such a time is just a blink of an eye, but it can't change the boredom during this period.

The east family, the west family is short, and the immortals don't know if they have improved their spells, but the heart of gossip is getting stronger and stronger, and there is a tendency to dry firewood. Today, a certain fairy and a certain fairy rooster and dog thief, tomorrow which fairy red apricot is out of the wall, the drama is out one by one, and it is more exciting than the one staged by Si Mingbo.

Nine Heavens, the innocent fairy was also ridiculed by some gossip fairies and beauties. But no matter how boring it is, there is no one to arrange the ancient gods. It's not that they don't want to talk about it, but they really can't find any clues or arrange anything.

When a certain immortal official spread the romance of Ziweiyuan in Sanqing Realm, the four seas and eight desolations were boiling.

Therefore, this feast of flowers is even more lively.

"Immortal friends can notice that in previous years, this Hundred Flowers Banquet was presided over by Wei Zi Shangxian, and this year I don't see Wei Zi Shangxian. "The Hundred Flowers Banquet is held once in a hundred years, and it is naturally the matter of the flower owner, and the originally vague rhyme is even more mysterious due to the absence of Wei Zi Shangxian.

"This Wei Zi Shangxian, that is the lord of flowers, when he is the first stunning color in the world, last year Xiaoxian also saw a meeting in Yaochi, and his appearance was very stunning. The man was intoxicated, and he spoke the Word.

Although the person next to him didn't say anything, he didn't refute it, obviously agreeing with this, Wei Zishang, the first peerless flower god of the world, this is a matter recognized by all immortals. They just didn't expect that such a stunning fairy would be involved with the Emperor of Pingsheng.

"The ancient true gods have never had too much intersection with the immortals, but at this time, it may be groundless. There was a fairy who silently interjected a sentence, he felt that the gods were high, and he had never had much contact with them.

"The ancient true gods, with the same heart as the way of heaven. Chang Xi is dressed in plain clothes, with a bamboo flute pinned to her waist, if it weren't for the style of the whole body, she would have given people the feeling that she must be a cold fairy, who would have thought that she was actually a god, she was mixed with the immortals, and drank alone.

"But no, the East China Sea has fallen a Nine Heavens Xuannu, and now Ziweiyuan has made Baihua lose a flower god, but whoever is involved with the ancient gods will not end well. A fairy sitting next to Chang Xi said lightly.

Chang Xi got up, turned into the back garden, and sure enough, he saw Beixun here. "Now that she has been brought up to be the lord of this flower, what else do you have to worry about? ”

"Mao'er, she doesn't remember the past, and when she first went to the Nine Heavens, she needed me to worry about it. Beixun lifted his forehead, looking a little tired.

"Lian Mao......" she wanted to say something, but in the end she only turned into a long sigh, "Auntie and Hongyu, but they will never come back." ”

"Chang Xi, maybe for them, this may not be a good thing, there is no time, and life is very lonely. Beixun comforted Chang Xi, who was lonely, but since then, there have been fewer people in the Eastern Wilderness, and Chang Xi should be even more lonely, "I haven't thanked you for coming to the Hundred Flowers Banquet." ”

"Why do you and I have to say thanks, rightfully so. Chang Xi looked at the sky and said: "Donghuang needs you to take care of it for a few years, Wujue has not been able to wake up, and he has been handed over to you, thank you for your great kindness." ”

"Okay, you just have to do your thing, and I'll take care of it. He didn't ask why, he had been friends for many years, and he didn't need to ask anything more, Chang Xi naturally had her rules for what he did, just like when he guarded Lian Mao for Sang Ze.

The Hundred Flowers Banquet was presided over by the newly appointed flower god Lian Hao in an orderly manner, and the emperor in Ziweiyuan put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hand.

"Shendu, what sound do you hear?" his head buzzed, and it was appropriate to put down the scroll.

Shen Du shook his head, Ziweiyuan was too quiet, and the seven-leaf forest had never even allowed the wind to come in.

"Donghai, the acacia bell has ringed. The voice gradually became clearer, and Chonghua knew that it was the Hehuan bell. The acacia bell that he had forged with his own hands was fulfilling its most important mission.

When Shen Du just wanted to reply, he found that there was no longer their emperor around. He was a little puzzled, the East China Sea had just suffered a catastrophe, why was there something going to happen again.