Above the field, it is still empty.

A gust of wind blew in from an unknown direction, quietly blowing through the daffodil field, blowing away the cloud in the center, revealing the small pavilion inside. However, the strange thing is that the people present, except for Wang Ruoli, no one else can perceive this small pavilion at all, whether it is the naked eye or the divine sense.

The dissipated clouds and mist, like a thin curtain covering the sky, fell on the flower field bit by bit, making the whole flower field seem to be rejuvenated. As for the flower field, the ditches are staggered, and there is a burst of flowing water, which turns out to be the clear water of the stone stream, which flows into the daffodil field along the drainage ditch and begins to moisten the land.

With the watering of the clear water of the stone stream, the whole daffodil field seems to have undergone some kind of change, and the air is full of a new vitality of dead wood in spring.

Sure enough, in front of the small pavilion, by the clear water ditch, a new sprout broke through the soil, releasing a faint new green soft light, like ripples, rippling and drifting out. Then, all the essence of the entire daffodil field gathered and poured into this new shoot.

In a few breaths, the sprouts spit out new leaves, grow into bulbs, slowly pull up, stretch the flat leaves, and finally the buds bloom, pouring out their fragrance. I saw the six petals of the flower, white as jade, the stamens were golden, simple and elegant, the stamens were connected with the heart of the stamens under the stamens, like the marigold silver platform in general, delicate and gorgeous, the fragrant wind was fragrant, it was actually an elegant and peerless daffodil.

A huge field of daffodils, only one daffodil, only one flower, at first glance, the feelings are mixed, I don't know if it is a lonely and lonely shadow, or a unique rarity, or a kind of transcendence of independence from the world?

The daffodils bloom, the daffodils Xie, seem to be only fleeting, and seem to be infinitely far away, and between this transient and long, the daffodils condensed and turned into a jade-colored fairy woman, which is the floating flower Miaojun Concubine Narcissus.

Wang Ruoli looked at the re-transformed Narcissus, and vaguely understood in his heart that the Narcissus as the soul of the flower field, the beginning and end of her life, maybe it was just the blossoming of the flowers, experiencing countless flowers, countless withering, as the evil charm nineteen said, I am afraid that even the Narcissus herself is not clear whether she is a flower monster or a flower ghost, as long as the flower field is not destroyed, she will not die.

"Floating Flower Miaojun?" Wang Ruoli was in front of the small pavilion, the closest, and couldn't help but ask out loud. The concubine narcissus in front of her, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her skin is as white as clotted fat, her beauty is as beautiful as red fire, her pink face is ashamed of spring, and her red lips are not smiling.

Several patrol guards over there also showed admiring expressions.

The concubine nodded lightly and walked in front of everyone.

"I really didn't expect that the Floating Flower Miaojun turned out to be from the Ming Holy Mausoleum. Wang Ruoli sighed, this time goodbye to the concubine Narcissus, although her image and temperament are the same as before, but for some reason, there is a feeling of being separated from the world, "The clouds and mist are gone, the flowers and fields are coming, and the floating flowers are re-blooming and reborn?"

Hearing this, Fei Shuixian shook her head slightly, showed a thoughtful look on her face, raised her eyes and looked at Wang Ruoli carefully for a moment, with solemnity and honesty, with a friendly sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, and actually said: "Flowing water and falling flowers, sunset grass, only hate Shaohua and pass away." Whether the flowers bloom or the flowers are gone, they are all a rainbow after the death of the body, and they are insignificant. The only surprise is that when I opened my eyes again, I saw that it would be you, and sure enough, in the dark, there is a cause, there is a fate. ”

The voice was clear and magnetic, and it was actually a man's voice.

Wang Ruoli listened, stunned on the spot, staring at the narcissus in disbelief, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he couldn't speak anymore.

At this moment, Wang Ruoli finally understood completely, and at the same time, all the wonderful reveries of the past were also completely disillusioned at this moment, and the disillusionment was shattered and disappeared.

How could it be? How could this be? Wang Ruoli shook his head and laughed miserably, still refusing to believe the voice he heard, it turned out that the floating flowers were not fandelis, and the floating flowers were not women, but men. For this result, I don't know how many men will beat their chests and feet, and how many will shave their eyebrows and lament?

No wonder when the Tiangong Gate was tested, a group of brothers and sisters would ridicule the Snow Emperor's love for the concubine Narcissus, but it turned out to be this reason.

No wonder Fei Narcissus has always liked petal condensation and never spoke, it turned out that it was really as Yu Xiaoxiao said, he didn't know how to speak, he just didn't want to speak.

No wonder it was mentioned before that there is only one woman in the eleventh monarch of Shenyuan, herself

I still think it's strange, it's supposed to be two, but now I finally understand that there is really only one woman, Yu Xiaoxiao.

No wonder when Xu Ji mentioned the concubine narcissus in Cangming Cave, he called him a pervert, imagine if he was a stunning woman, how could he be called a pervert for no reason?

This information, imprinted in my mind and hit my heart and lungs, was even more shocking and shocking than hearing the opening of the Ming Holy Mausoleum. Wang Ruoli's state of mind couldn't calm down for a long time, he only felt that a certain belief in his heart collapsed, and it was hard to imagine that a "stunning beauty" with such a face and temperament would actually be a man.

"Seeing each other today, although it was due to fate, it was also a narcissus. Fei Shuixian seemed to see the disappointment between Wang Ruoli's eyebrows, the corners of her mouth unconsciously slipped a touch of loss, forced a laugh, pulled up her long hair, quickly coiled it a few times, inserted a hosta, and simply curled it into a bun, although she still looked moving, but faintly a little more heroic.

Perhaps, truly beautiful people, whether they are men's or women's clothing, are pleasing to the eye.

"Today I finally met Floating Flower Miaojun. Wang Ruoli hugged his fists and thanked sincerely, "Ruoli thanked Miaojun and helped him many times before." ”

"You're welcome. The concubine's face relaxed, looked at Wang Ruoli, and said in a harmonious voice, "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, elegant and pure, not vanity." ”

"What Miaojun said is very true, if you are separated from each other. Wang Ruo was a little ashamed, his performance after knowing the situation was too bad, and he wanted to change the topic and hide his embarrassment, "I don't know if Miaojun knows the way to leave the Ming Holy Mausoleum?"

"Leave?" Hearing this, the concubine Narcissus showed a mysterious smile and said slowly, "It's not time yet, someone wants to see you, and you have to wait until you meet before staying." ”

"Want to see me?" Wang Ruoli listened and was greatly surprised, "Who is ......it?"

"Hahaha......" At this moment, the daffodil field suddenly shook, the ground cracked, the ditch broke off, and then a high-pitched hoarse voice came, the voice was full of pride, "You who got the daffodil ice spirit, finally complete." As long as I devour everything you have completely, this field of daffodils will be mine from now on. ”