The fragrance of flowers gradually penetrates into the nose, and as far as the eye can see, the flowers in the garden are gorgeous and colorful, and there are many butterflies flying around the flowers.

These flowers are really dazzling and dazzlingly beautiful, and the likes of those little maids are not unreasonable, such delicate flowers are worn on the head, and they must also be more beautiful.

Wu Ling approached a blood cuckoo, looking at the red color that was close to herself, and wondered if this flower was happy or sad?

Perhaps, when the flowers bloom, it is the smile, and when the flowers fall, it is the time when the flowers close their eyes sadly, right?

"The princess is so elegant, enjoy the flowers here!" A flowing male voice invaded Wu Ling's ears.

Turning his head sideways, Wu Ling saw a man in a dark green Confucian shirt holding a folding fan of landscape ink painting looking at him with a smile.

Contrary to Shuo's extravagance, he has a sense of approachability, with black hair combed into a bun tied to his head with a pale cyan ribbon, and an oval emerald jade stone inlaid on the ribbon.

However, Wu Ling did not know him, so she did not intend to answer, but turned around again and continued to look at her flowers.

"Huh? Why does the princess ignore people? Seeing that Wu Ling didn't answer, he stepped forward and approached Wu Ling to talk. He has a fresh pear aroma on his body, which is cool and comfortable when it enters his nose, and it makes him elegant and extraordinary.

"If you don't know each other, what can you say?" Wu Ling looked at it, looked away again, and his gaze fell back on the cuckoo again, enchanting to the bone, but as desolate as blood.

"This is wrong, in the lower Shangguan Yu, meet Princess Wuling." He pinned the folding fan into his waist, arched his hand and bent down, bowed respectfully, and then looked up and smiled: "This is considered acquaintance, right?" ”

"How do you know I'm Wu Ling?" Wu Ling caught a glimpse of him performing this big gift, her face was a little sleepy, in fact, no one had ever given her any salute, except for her personal maid Shilan when she was in the palace, no one had worshiped her like a princess.

And this person, when he opened his mouth, knew that he was Wu Ling, and since she came to this mansion, this man was the first to recognize him.

"According to legend, the seventh princess of the emperor, Wu Ling, with red hair and red eyes, is it impossible to find a second person in the entire Yun Kingdom?" He explained with a smile, a pair of black eyes looking Wu Ling up and down, smiling warmly.

"Hmm." Wu Ling replied indifferently, in fact, she didn't really want to know how he knew, just asked casually.

"Huh?" Shangguan Yu was extremely unhappy by this simple word: "Why didn't the princess ask who she was, how could she appear in this mansion?" ”

"If you want to say it, you will naturally say it." Wu Ling didn't raise her head, she didn't ask, didn't he also take the initiative to mention this matter?

"Okay, I am a good friend of the Holy Emperor Yunshuo, and I occasionally come to his house to stay for a few days, and I will taste the literature and discuss the piano." He replied with a smile.

"Hmm." Wu Ling looked at the cuckoo again and said perfunctorily, Holy Emperor? Is it different from an ordinary emperor?

Although Wu Ling has lived in the palace for a long time, she doesn't know what rank she has, Shilan said it a few times, but she can't remember it.

But Wu Ling only doubted for a moment in his mind, and then ignored it, anyway, no matter what position he is, he is the crown prince, and his task is just Shuo, regardless of his status.

"What's wrong with the princess's face?" He looked at Wu Ling's slightly reddened cheeks and suddenly asked with concern.

"It's okay." Wu Ling didn't feel the need to explain the ins and outs to a stranger.

Besides, this person is Shuo's friend, if Shuo knows that the woman is losing her temper again, he will definitely be angry again, and maybe he will mention the expulsion of her from the house again, wouldn't it hurt others, so it is better not to mention it.

"I've heard that the Seventh Princess is silent for a long time, and it seems to be true." Seeing that Wu Ling was so indifferent, he couldn't help but smile and ridicule a little embarrassed when he answered a few words, but he was unwilling to be cold, and continued to find a topic and said: "Does the princess know the allusion to the cuckoo in front of her?" ”

"I don't know." Wu Ling finally raised her eyes to look at him, and saw the man looking at him expectantly, with a look full of 'ask me, I know', pursed her lips, and asked casually, "What is the allusion?" ”

"Ahaha!" He waved his fan happily, coughed lightly twice, posed as a storyteller, and began to tell with a smile.

"Legend has it that there was an emperor named Du Yu in ancient Shu, and he was very affectionate with his queen. But then he was killed by a traitor and died a miserable death, and his soul was transformed into a beautiful cuckoo bird, which cried and wailed every day in the queen's garden. The tears it shed were all drops of red blood, and even the beautiful flowers in the Queen's Garden were bloody, so later generations named the flower Azalea. ”

Wu Ling looked at the red cuckoo in full bloom, didn't expect the cuckoo to have such a miserable allusion, blood? What are your red eyes and hair dyed red with? Is it also whose blood?

Seeing that Wu Ling didn't answer, Shangguan Yu didn't care much, shook the folding fan and continued: "When the queen heard the wailing of the cuckoo bird and saw the red blood, she understood that it was her husband's soul. Under the sadness, he wailed day and night, 'the son returns, the son returns', and finally passed away depressed. Her soul turned into a fiery red azalea blooming all over the mountains, and the cuckoo bird lived together, so this rhododendron is also called Yingshan Hong. This is the allusion of the cuckoo's cry of blood and the mourning of the son, the lifelong love between the bird and the flower, which is an immortal legend in this world. ”

"The love of life and death is not clear." Wu Ling has never loved, I don't know if the love between men and women is as difficult to give up as her attachment to her mother?

So...... I don't want to lose, I want to hold on tightly.

"When the princess gets married, she will know the meaning." Shangguan Yu smiled and raised his hand to touch Wu Ling's red hair.

And Wu Ling swept away quickly at a speed invisible to the naked eye, standing two steps away, looking at him without any expression, but in Shangguan Yu's eyes, it looked like a frightened red-eyed rabbit.

Shangguan Yu put down his hand in embarrassment, and sighed again: "The princess escaped so fast, and she trespassed under it." ”

Wu Ling picked her lips and smiled, what does it mean to escape so fast? She just doesn't like the touch of strangers. What's more, her scorching heat, which is higher than ordinary human body temperature, is not very good if it burns him.

Shangguan Yu saw Wu Ling's smile, and showed a somewhat infatuated look on his face, and then coughed lightly twice to cover it up: "If the princess likes to listen to stories, will you tell the princess some more?" ”

"Hmm." Wu Ling lowered her head and sniffed the cuckoo, fragrant, without the smell of blood in the legend he said.

"Can the princess go to this mansion to enjoy the lotus?" Shangguan Yu turned the handle of the fan and asked in the other direction.

Wu Ling shook her head, she hadn't heard the maid talk about the lotus, and she didn't know where the lotus was, so she didn't know.

"Oh, too. Now the lotus flower has not yet opened, and the princess naturally does not know. It is estimated that after a while, it will be opened, and when Shangguan Yu is free, he will take the princess to take a look. ”

"Hmm." Wu Ling nodded, still thinking about the story of the bloody cuckoo before.

"Then Shangguan Yu will talk about the lotus first, this is a story I heard recently."

"Hmm."

"According to legend, the lotus flower is the incarnation of a beautiful maid beside the queen mother - Jade Lotus, this jade lotus is the appearance of a heavenly maiden, and the ice muscles and jade bones are very beautiful."

But Yulian is in the sky, and the people of the heavenly palace cannot be loved, so she saw that this person is in pairs, male ploughing and female weaving, and the happiness and peace of life, and she is very envious in her heart. Therefore, he moved his heart, and secretly escaped from the Heavenly Palace in the company of the daughter of the river god and came to the West Lake in Hangzhou. The beautiful scenery of this West Lake makes Yulian linger back and forth, frolicking in the lake unwillingly, and is reluctant to leave until dawn. ”

However, when the Queen Mother knew about this, the Queen Mother was angry when she found out, so she used the lotus throne to beat the jade into the lake, and told her to "drive into the mud and never ascend to the south again." Since then, there has been one less beautiful maid in the heavenly palace, and there is one more flower in the world. ”

She ...... He's dead? Wu Ling was surprised, why didn't he go back to heaven and punish him, was there really so much dogma and etiquette in the palace that day?

"No, it is rumored that later, Yulian has been in the world for a long time, and the aura of the West Lake has infected and cultivated the human body, and she fell in love with a handsome son, and wrote a good story together, and the descendants said: 'With Lang Jun by your side, what is the South Heaven'."

Wu Ling tilted her head, puzzled why all these flowers were related to love.

And...... Can this aura really irrigate flowers? Let them become people?

Wu Ling looked at the cuckoo in front of her, stretched out a slender index finger and touched the delicate petals, and a wisp of dark red aura quietly poured in......

But she looked at it like this, and after looking at it for a long time, there was still no change in the flower.

It seems that a story is a story after all, and flowers will not become people, otherwise all the people walking on the street today will be flowers.

"Princess, do you understand?" Shangguan Yu chuckled, and saw that Wu Ling was stunned, and her appearance was very cute.

Wu Ling shook her head, if the previous story can be called the love of life and death, then what is this story?

"Okay...... This story tells of a fairy who still covets the beauty of love in the world and is willing to never ascend to the southern sky, why don't we in the world cherish it? Shangguan Yu looked at those red eyes and thought to himself, I wonder if you are a fairy from the sky?

"Hmm." Wu Ling nodded again.

Shangguan Yu was helpless, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth stiffened. This witch princess, in addition to nodding her head is shaking her head, if one day she really becomes a little rabbit who can't speak, she can also live happily.

In order not to be cold, Shangguan Yu once again suggested that he tell her some more stories.

So Wu Ling nodded again and listened silently.

Then Shangguan Yu kept telling all kinds of strange allusions and folk tales in her ear, and Wu Ling's mind was messy, but he laughed heartily.

Wu Ling's nose lingered around the pleasant aroma of pears on the man next to her, and her thoughts drifted far away in her head, wondering what kind of breath she had? Is it like the cuckoo in the story, the smell of blood?

When Shuo returned to the mansion and asked if the subordinates had seen the princess, and when he looked for it according to the direction, he saw that among the red and green flowers, there was a Wu Ling as red as a cuckoo and a gentle Confucian man beside her, like a pair of beautiful people descending from the sky.

Shuo smiled and quietly left.

He was still thinking about why Wu Ling, who never came out of the house, went to the garden with great interest today, it turned out that he had met Shangguan Yu.

Anyway, this Shangguan Yu has a lot of ink in his stomach, and he will like the girl's family the most, I hope it can make Wu Ling happy.

May she ...... Glad.