The have a little-known secret.

Twenty years ago, when she was a little girl, one day, she woke up in a palace.

The maid around her told her that she entered the palace at the age of eleven, learned art at the age of thirteen, was good at flower drums, worked tooth beats, could chant, and could silk and bamboo.

The maid said that her name was Hua Lingnon.

She didn't believe the maid's words. Including the name Flornon.

How long Hua Lingnon has been in the palace, she doesn't know. Together with that group of people, she danced with her teeth, hung her voice, made water sleeves, recited palace rules, and practiced etiquette.

They called her Sister Hua and talked to her about the palace affairs, the bridge of the nose of the third prince, and the pear vortex of the sixth prince.

They talked to her about the drama in the market, about the young scholars, and about the daughters in the boudoir.

They melancholy the legend in the text together, and appliqué yellow in the mirror together.

When something went wrong in practice, they were beaten together.

Hua Lingnon lived with them in vain.

Just like in the well water, the well water under the hundred zhang, the sky is sunny and can not shine, the sky is cloudy and more cloudy, the sky is against the wellhead of a branch of apricot blossoms with waves, fantasizing about the spring outside the well, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, and so on until the apricot blossoms are gone, according to a withered branch, it will be silent since the silence, the apricot blossoms will bloom again in the next year, the water has died, and then the waves and shadows can not come.

One day, an old man inadvertently knocked her down. Before she could salute her, the old lady knelt down in a panic, and repeatedly shouted that Niangniang atonement, Niangniang atonement.

Before she could ask in detail, the old man was dragged away, and the next day, the news came that the old man committed suicide by throwing himself into a well.

Under the broad daylight, Hua Lingnong sat on the edge of the well, and the wind blowing through the hall in late autumn and November was blowing in her heart.

She had to wait, day after day. Wait for someone to take her over the red brick wall, over the well. Finally, the man came, and he said, His name is Zephyr.

The west wind broke the goose and took her away. She was delighted. She heard him say that the outside world needed her more, and later, there was Fuyuan and a water club.

She asked him if he wanted to get back his memories before he was twenty, and he said no. She was forced to die, and he had to tell her that as long as she guarded the water playhouse, one day, the dusty memories would be opened, and the "she" who had not been seen for a long time would eventually come back.

The days of guarding the Qinglou are easier than in the palace, but they still have to practice singing and dancing and coach Haiyou. The girl who came out of her hand, the autumn water is the god, the Qionghua is the bone, one is more amazing than the other, and the Fuyuan Garden is operated as a stunning color in Lin'an City.

Fuyuan was lively, and many people came.

The middle-aged widowed salt shop owner, the rich boy who is difficult to marry, the shabby scholar who writes all his heart's content, Hua Lingnong watched them come, watched them go, and heard a word thousands of times.

A love word.

What is love, Hua Lingnon doesn't understand. She listened to the play and sang "Like this, flowers and plants are loved by people, life and death are complained by people, it will be miserable and miserable, no one will read it, and wait to be beaten and fragrant, and keep a rainy and rainy day", which is good, but I don't understand.

She watched the new little girl wake up in the middle of the night, hide in the corner of the kitchen, borrow a lamp, and secretly read the letter that a little scholar stuffed with her during the day. It's funny, but I don't think so.

She asked a word man what love was.

The lyricist told her that the love is that you stand under the plane tree, waiting for a long time for the candle in a window to dim, but you don't leave, the gong sounds, the rooster crows, you still don't leave. She said that must be a fool. The lyricist said, no, that's a poor man who can't wait for a reply.

She went to find the west wind and cut off the goose, is it because of her twenty years of blankness that she is not emotional. The West Wind Broken Goose told her that how many mysteries in the world have spent their lives practicing just to cut off the word love. You don't understand love, it should be a blessing in the dark.

She can only take it as a blessing.

Until one day, the monster under Chihiro came out of the water building. Before that, she had been guarding for ten years, smooth and steady, as calm as water.

In that ancient tomb, the first time she saw the monster, she cried. It was an unprecedented experience, she didn't sour, she didn't hurt, she didn't itch, there was no trauma up and down, but she just couldn't stop crying.

Before she could savor it, the West Wind Broken Goose rushed over. This time, the monster was sealed deeper, and her tears were also sealed.

She misses the tears of that night, the tears that filled her heart and soul, her empty twenty years. She knew that Zephyr would not grant her request, so she went to gather information about the monster herself.

After ten years of bits and pieces, she slowly learned some truths, these truths, about the evil spirit Prajna, about the princess of the Dian Kingdom, and about the palace war.

Yet she still felt that there was too little too little—the burning desire to regain her memories ate away at her heart day after day.

At this time, the Great Brahma appeared.