The dark sky has no clouds, no stars, and when you look at it, it is full of bare stones, and if you look closely, you can see that the sky is not the sky.

It was a dark sky, but the whole world could see it strangely, and I didn't know where the light came from.

In the distance, a black slate bridge lies lonely across the river, the river under the bridge is surging, as if it can be swept at any time, rushing to the bridge deck, the strange thing is that at the end of the bridge, an old woman is actually sitting there, in front of a small table, the quaint table seems to tell people how many years it has gone through.

A muddy bowl of soup was on the table, and I didn't know which passer-by was waiting to drink it.

A small seed fell from the air to the river, and was never seen again.

"The wind is blowing, is there finally a ferryman again in this Lechuan River? The napping old woman lifted her eyelids, muttered to herself, and lowered her head to ignore the rest.

Time passed year by year, and the old woman did not know how many bowls of soup she had brought to the passer-by, but she felt a slight breeze sweep across her cheeks during that time that could not be called afternoon.

When I raised my eyes, I saw that the large flaming red flowers were growing wildly, turning the originally bare riverbank into a sea of flowers at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's... "The old woman looked at the sea of flowers in front of her in a daze, and she didn't expect that after so many years, this Lechuan River would bloom all over the river.

One by one, the flowers on the other side decorate the originally dark place so amazingly, the red is the only color of the world, and what comes into the eye is no longer the breathless black.

"This flower without green leaves is still a little lonely after all. The old woman hooked her head, as if she were whispering in a dream.

In that sea of flowers, the middle one grew particularly gorgeously, and the flower stem was several times the size of other flowers, but in the middle of a group of unusually gorgeous flowers. The tightly closed petals are visible at a glance.

A series of sounds came from the middle of the tightly closed petals, and the originally quiet sea of flowers suddenly became agitated, and all the flowers bent their branches towards the center, as if to welcome their king.

The petals opened one by one, and finally saw the scene inside, a small body curled up inside, as if he had not yet opened his eyes and felt the breath inside, and the branches of the flowers around him bent lower.

Time seemed to stand still, and suddenly the little man in the middle moved. He yawned lazily, as if he had just woken up from a nap.

Lazily raised his head and looked at the black sky that was pressed low overhead, the eyes of the little man on the petals were a little confused, here, where is it?

Slipped down the flower stem to the ground, and glanced at the sea of flowers taller than her in confusion, and turned to look at the largest flower that had just wrapped herself.

"Hungry. The soft and glutinous voice made people want to rub the little angel in front of them into their arms.

Hearing the voice of the little man, the big flower stem hung down and the petals fell on the little man's mouth.

The little man looked at the bright petals in front of him, and unceremoniously hugged them in his arms and gnawed them.

Wait until the whole flower is down. The little man was nowhere to be found.

In the boundless sea of flowers, a woman with long hair and waist stood in the center, with slightly dark red hair without wind, and her slender waist seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time. A long red dress is more and more bewitching and beautiful when worn on the body, and if you look closely at the hem of the long skirt, there are countless manzhu savakai unusually enchanting.

There is no superfluous decoration on the whole body, only a golden headband is used to tie the upper hair, and the golden belt around the waist wraps the slim waist more slender and charming. That face is unprecedentedly exquisite, and people can't help but want to sink and fall, and the dark eyes are even more dazzling than the sea of flowers on the other side. It's as if you can't take your eyes off each other as long as you look at them.

"I didn't expect me to be reborn again!" the woman muttered to herself as she looked at the endless sea of flowers in front of her.

"Sha Hua, Sha Hua, if you were given another chance, would you still risk your life for him as you did back then?" the old woman stood up at some point, looked at the woman in the sea of flowers and asked softly.

"Do you care about your life like you did back then? No!" sighed softly, as if answering the old woman's words, and as if answering herself.

Sha Hua tilted his head to look at the old woman by the bridge, and smiled at her, like a smile in full bloom, even the old woman shook her head when she saw it.

"Granny Meng, Sha Hua won't be so stupid anymore, in the future, Sha Hua will accompany Granny Meng on the shore of hell, okay?" Sha Hua walked out of the sea of flowers with a smile, and the sea of flowers automatically branched out into a path, and the low-hanging flowers seemed to welcome their queen.

"It's a shame that you girl can see through and smile so happily. Granny Meng looked at Sha Hua who was walking towards her, and her face was rare love.

"What can you do if you can't see it, Shahua is the one who was abandoned after all. In the future, I will no longer be His Royal Highness Sha Hua as before, just a lonely ferryman in the Lechuan River. Looking at the raging Lethe River under the bridge, Sha Hua's eyes dimmed and shook his head, don't think about those troubles in the future.

Since that day, the shores of hell have bloomed again, and when the ghosts of the past pass through this flower, they will say their unfulfilled wishes to the sea of flowers, and the small lonely boat in the raging Lechuan River is the most impossible to take your eyes off, because the ferryman is a more amazing existence than this sea of flowers.

Yunzhu Kingdom, thirty-eight years, the 50th birthday of the Cloud Emperor, the whole world celebrates.

Qingyun City, the capital of Yunzhu, because it is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, in the imperial city, is particularly festive, and there are lights everywhere and jubilant.

Emperor Yunzhu has been on the throne for 20 years, and he has always been for the country and the people, and he is a rare generation of Ming monarchs, so he is naturally loved and praised by the people.

Today's emperor has always been busy with political affairs, not like the emperors of previous dynasties, three palaces and six courts, but since ancient times, emperors have been more romantic, and no matter how few concubines in the emperor's harem today, they can also enclose a large circle in the back garden.

"Alas, I heard that the emperor is going to make a prince on his birthday!"

"I've also heard that you said that our emperor has so many concubines, but there are only three princes, and I don't know which prince will be made the crown prince this time. ”

"You still need to guess, it must be the eldest prince, after all, the eldest prince is the biological son of the queen's mother. (To be continued......)