Heather who counterattacked

Where are the flowers I once lost?

1. Black Rose

"Your Majesty?"

The maid ran out from the back of the corridor, staggered and almost fell due to her anxious and hasty steps in the corridor, managed to stabilize her figure and circled around but did not find the figure of the little master, gasped for breath, picked up the hem of her skirt Wanting to look for another place, I turned around and turned around suddenly. Outside the railings of hazy light, there seemed to be a short shadow hitting the stone pillar.

She froze for a moment, a drop of sweat slipped from the corner of her forehead to her chin, she blinked vigorously, her long eyelashes brushed away the thin layer of sweat seeping from the corners of her eyes, looked intently, and saw the white double-petaled plant in the small garden The camellia tree is in full bloom, and all kinds of beauties and cherry blossoms are blooming under the tree. It is the best spring, the most beautiful night, and the fragrance of fragrance and tranquility is enveloped here. Her little master is standing in the open space of flowers. , looking up in one direction.

The five-year-old child still has soft and tender baby fat. The white dress is embroidered with gold flower borders, and the light purple scarf is folded with thin edges and buckled by silver ribbons, which makes that face even more delicate. .He has short black and thick hair, soft bangs hanging down his temples, a petite face, slender and curved eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, a little bit of lips like cherry blossoms, and his ice blue pupils are shining in the moonlight It is almost as clear as silver, and it is so beautiful that it can directly hit the softest part of people's hearts.

The little master was not lost, the maid was relieved, and subconsciously slowed down her breath. At this time, she also returned to her original demeanor, walked over slowly, and called him in a low voice: "Your Highness."

A grand banquet is being held in the White Castle.The little master doesn't like to be lively, so she took care of him like every time in the past. On the way, the duchess needed something, but the maid next to her didn't dare to go into the bedroom to get it, so she had to go to help, but when she came back, she found that the little master was gone. The figure quickly found it, and ran all the way from the noisy place to the secluded garden, and finally found him.

"What are you looking at?" the maid asked softly with a smile.

The young little duke turned his head, saw her, and called out softly, "Xinna."

The Duchess' chief maid suddenly opened her eyes wide, and she saw the flower in his hand - the black rose?Where did this flower come from?There are no roses in this garden at all!

"Your Highness!" Xin Na quickly walked over, squatted down, and made a gesture of acceptance. The child tilted his head to look at her, and obediently handed the flower to her. Xin Na's fingers felt a tingling pain when he picked it up. She took a closer look, only to find that there were no thorns on the flower branches at all, and anxiously held the little master's hand, seeing that his little white gloves had no trace of being pierced by thorns, she calmed herself down a little, "Why did you come here?" ?” she asked, “Who sent you the flowers?”

The child's eyes were pure and soft, he blinked in confusion, then turned his head to look in the direction just now, raised his finger and pointed: "Let's go." Trace, "Deep blue eyes... the prince of the night."

Prince of the Night?What's the meaning?Xin Na's lips trembled, and she held onto the black rose tightly without feeling the thorns pierce her palm. It took her a long time to calm herself down: "Did he... say anything?"

The child's soft hand touched her face curiously, and a tear fell, and water stains were stained on his fingers.

"mydemon," he was curious, and slowly burst into a smile, like an angel descending on the world, and slowly, gently, repeated, "mydemon."

God!Xin Na burst into tears, hugging her little master in pain and anxiety, covering his eyes with her hands, her voice trembling but trying to keep calm: "Forget about him, my little Highness, forget about this black rose! Tonight you Haven't seen anyone!"

My little highness, you don't belong to anyone!

2. Heather

"Erica, you're naughty again."

The old man's deep voice was very magnetic, and the soft and gentle tone raised a slight smile, which made the voice imbued with unimaginable sexiness and charm.

Half of the head poked out slowly from behind the bookshelf.The long light brown hair is wrapped around the crystal clip and hangs softly to the shoulders, a little crystal blue gemstone pendant hangs gently on the earlobe, and the water blue eyes that are always smiling are looking at the Duke without blinking, The delicate and light voice was like a breeze blowing across the field: "William, you are disobedient."

Every morning, the Duke of this castle would pick a bouquet of heather for his wife and put it in a vase on the pillow, telling her to see new delicate and beautiful flowers when she woke up.The young duchess returned a marigold, which was sometimes placed in the cloakroom, in the pocket of the dress he was about to wear, sometimes placed on the duke’s dinner plate, which was a surprise when the lid was opened, and sometimes placed in the pocket of the dress he was about to wear. In the study room, next to an unfinished book on the bookshelf, among the documents to be processed on the desk... Today, he was on the handle behind the door, turning around and trying to close the door, but suddenly stopped.

He picked up the marigold, and the morning dew moistened every petal and every inch of the flower stem. The time since it left the branch was too short, and the flower was still full and beautiful, full of vitality, and trembling.

He raised his head, and his wife had come to him, smiling at him with her head raised.

So he also laughed, gently and carefully, and put the flowers in her hair.

"You have planted it in my heart."

He smiled, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead lightly.

3.Lavender

"I seem to hear... mother's voice."

In the dead of night, he couldn't fall asleep for a long time. When he closed his eyes, the cruel and pitiful woman filled the haze.She had never spoken to him, but when he was about to fall asleep, he could vaguely see that figure telling him something. Before the voice could reach his ears, his consciousness suddenly became clear again.

A cold and numb voice came from the darkness: "She passed away many years ago."

"No, I heard it." He said softly.

The voice ignored him.The room was so quiet that he didn't even hear the sound of breathing. He tossed and turned several times, but finally gave up falling asleep, got up with difficulty, put on his clothes, and then moved carefully to the door in the dark. With a creak, when he opened the door, he Subconsciously, he turned his head and glanced at the other corner of the room. The man sitting on the chair was looking at him—through the faint light of the moonlight night, he could clearly see those dark eyes that were almost without luster. There was no sleepiness in the eyes, as black as a hole, Cold and emotionless.

The boy bent his mouth at him, turned and walked out the door without hesitation.

This is a cottage in the woods.In the breath, you can smell the decayed smell of wood and the natural, fresh and deep grass leaves and earth.

He squatted in front of a large clump of plants with straight, slender stems and decorated with spike-shaped flowers. The fragrance was compelling, and he could vaguely see a very beautiful purple.He asked the man standing quietly behind him: "What is this?"

"Lavender." There was no fluctuating voice, and what was slightly better than the machine was that the voice had a human voice.

The boy looked at it for a long time, and then smiled at the flower with a gentle smile.

"Do you love it?" He stood up and stretched slowly, "Look here, this is the only flower, are you taking care of it?"

no answer.

"But love is original sin." He smiled, facing Hua tenderly, "It will cause people pain, and it will drag people into hell."

"You just have to remember..."

—"Just remember my name is Ulysses," he interrupted, raising his eyebrows in a barely noticeable way, adding, "The Avenger."

Shrugged, turned and entered the room: "I'm so sleepy, go to sleep."

4. Jasmine

He waits for his companions in the square.

A child ran past bouncingly carrying a basket of flowers.

When her footsteps stopped, she fell back again, walked to the front of the bench, and looked at the young man with her head tilted.

"Are you...oriental?" She asked curiously while holding her flower basket.

He opened his eyes, and the child had long golden hair, and the color of his pupils was close to lake green, as cute and sweet as an angel in a mural.

She looked at him, he looked at her.Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and no one moved.

Then suddenly, the child burst into a big smile.

She lowered her head, picked and picked in her little flower basket, picked and picked, and finally took out a flower and handed it to him: "Here for you—" she said happily, "Your eyes are so beautiful!"

The child bounced and ran over again, far away.He sat there holding a flower, looked at it, looked at it again, put down his hand, and continued to close his eyes.

Vivienne pulled Xia Zuo's ear and walked over aggressively. A group of people followed behind laughing and gloating at the two of them, showing no intention of helping Xia Zuo.

Walking in front of him, poked his head out from behind: "Hey, Tang, where did you get Jasmine?"

He opened his eyes, looked down at the flower in his hand, thought for a while, shook his head, carefully placed the flower on the chair, then straightened up, and left with his companions.

5. Tulips

"I thought you'd be mad," she said with a smile.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince glanced at her: "Are you angry at a fact that I can't change in my whole life?"

Veranika was sitting on a chair, looking up at her husband, the corners of her eyebrows raised slightly, her emerald eyes were as bright as spring water, her wanton and ostentatious posture was slightly restrained when she was young, but it didn't hurt her pride like stars. Invasion of overwhelming charm.

The crown prince stared at her for a long time, and finally couldn't help laughing.He bent down and knelt on the ground with one knee, took out the flowers hidden in his pocket, gently placed them in her palm, closed them, then bent down and kissed her fingers sincerely.

"Honey, I keep thinking about when we were young," he said. "The older Dana grows up, the more I dream about those old stories. In the dream, you only see the angelic baby you are holding." Children, no matter how hard I try, I can't keep up with you."

After a long time, Vera slowly stretched out her other hand and touched his handsome brow with a smile: "I didn't even know that Cyril would become a shadow like yours."

"No, you caused it." The crown prince muttered, "You never looked at me when you were young."

He is six years younger than her, and in front of her, it seems that he can't change the childishness brought about by the age gap.

That year when he staggered and fell down, the girl he saw in the royal court of Windsor was already slim and pretty.During that time, all she had was given to Alma's young little duke, who watched from a distance, so envious that it turned into a nightmare.Even if he finally got the treasure he had dreamed of for many years, he still felt that he couldn't erase the bitterness in his memory.

Vera put her hand on her cheek, looked at him for a long time, smiled so much that even the corners of her raised eyebrows were slightly bent, bowed her head, and kissed his forehead.

"I love you," she said, smiling broadly, "but, Cyril...it's different."

The crown prince held her hand tightly, and the depths of his pupils were filled with deep smiles and love.

Yes, as long as you accept the fact that you love him more than anyone else, your heart will not be shaken by anything.

6. Mandala

"Why don't you tell him you love him?"

Aurora looked at them curiously and said this to the first man.

"You have to tell him that you love him, everything you do is to stay by his side, you have loved him for a long time, you have to let him know," her voice was slightly drawn out like an aria, deep The deep smile made the tone rise as if he was singing, "If you don't tell him, he will never know, and even if he knows, he won't show anything. He has to trust you so much, so why don't you tell him?" ? Tell him you can't leave him, you're desperate for a response from him, you have to make it clear to him."

"But I can't stay," said the first man.

"You are here again, are you still not coming in this time?"

Aurora blinked and said this to the second man.

"You know, he hates being deceived and betrayed the most. You have been watching him for so long, and you can't accept him leaving your sight, nor do you want him to approach your world, but how long can you hide? You have missed countless times The opportunity to get closer and the possibility of asking for forgiveness have been lost countless times. He will go, and one day he will stand where you can't touch him. At that time, you can't even watch him carefully. "

The second man left without saying anything.He has come here countless times like this, and left countless times.

"Good day."

Aurora smiled and said this to the third man.

A third man came into the house and said I was leaving.He finally learned to laugh, and left, never to return.

"Now, it's my turn to go."

Aurora shrugged easily.She thought she loved him too, from a very young age, that love was so sweet, so beautiful.

"Love is poisonous."

"True love, no matter how secret it is, can always be felt."

"Cute is more important than hate, so you choose to forgive him?"

"Please don't cry, he loves you so much."

……

"I also want to understand the feeling you said that being loved is a happy thing."

The author has something to say: 9.25

I was so sleepy that I wanted to sleep for a while before getting up to type. I set three alarm clocks, but the stupid author overestimated myself. Once I fell asleep at night, I couldn’t get up again. Even an alarm clock is useless... So it was already 11:[-] when I looked at it...it was so cruel.

I can't finish the main chapter, so I thought there was another easter egg, let's stretch the easter egg into a side story... So, it's what you see.In fact, a kind of flower indicates a person, and a person's life indicates a kind of flower language.

I have no inspiration for the time being. In fact, there are still several kinds of flowers that I haven’t written.

12.8

Sure enough, I didn’t want to code the text when I had a urine attack, so I added two small extras... But I always like spoilers when I write extras. Hey, I had to learn a technique to write extras implicitly!