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The scene of being bumped by Miss Yulan repeatedly flashed in her mind, and her doubts did not diminish, but increased instead.Turning her head to look at a brightly lit window, she tossed and turned uneasily.

In the middle of the night, the entire Huafu fell silent.

Really unable to fall asleep, Hua Xun got up from the bed.Seeing that Pei Lan, who was lying on the small couch in the outer room, was fast asleep, Hua Xun had no intention of waking her up.Pull out the clothes from the hanger and put them on, fasten the light fur, and smooth out the wrinkles with small hands.Hua Xun held her breath, quietly walked to the door, opened it and slipped out.

It's really cold in March in Huacheng, and the wind is blowing cold outside.When Hua Xun came out, he met the night watchman in the backyard, Du Juan, the younger sister of the housekeeper Du Zhong.

Du Juan came over with a maidservant carrying a lantern, and saw Hua Xun from a distance.As he approached, Du Juan saluted and said, "Why did the little master come out? It's cold, the little master is not feeling well, it's better to go to bed earlier."

"I can't sleep, so come out for a walk." Worrying that Du Juan would blame Pei Lan, she tightened her grip on Qing Qiu, and said with a smile, "Sister Du wants to watch the night and go on her own. I don't want anyone to follow me. I just sent Pei Lan and the others away. You Just give me a lantern."

Du Juan turned around and ordered someone to pass a small lantern to Hua Xun.

Taking the lantern, Hua asked: "I'll go for a walk in the garden for a while, calm down, and I'll be back later." Seeing Dujuan nodding, she walked into the garden with the lantern.

Hua Xun walked to the place where the god was worshiped today, and the flower and fruit incense table has been taken down, and only young grass has sprouted on the ground, spreading out.Tonight, the moonlight is uniquely beautiful, cool and cold, shining in the garden like silver sand pouring down.

It was silent.

After looking around for a few times, the rockery flowers and plants are common, and there is nothing strange about it.Hua Xun hesitated for a while, thought about it and turned to leave.

Suddenly a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and a gust of cold wind blew very quickly.Hua Xun's hair scattered on the back of her head was blown up, causing a chill to stand on end.

"What!" She opened her eyes wide and stayed where she was.

"Hey, you are the thing!" A delicate voice came from above her head.

Hua Xun followed the sound and saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl wearing a snow-white long-breasted skirt with wide sleeves and crimson cuffs, with a long tassel pinned to her waist, sitting on the top of a rockery. superior.The silvery moon gauze fell on her body, adding to her youthful aura and charm of a witch.It is said that it is three points smart, but it does not hide seven points laziness.Long hair and black silk, scattered behind the head, tied up with a small red corolla, and two white silks hang down from the back of the crown.

The girl had a small oval face, a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, and slightly long eyes, with a kind of enchanting charm.With a small nose and thin lips curled up, he looked arrogant and domineering.The moonlight was faint, but it reflected her skin like fat and jade.

"You...you..." Hua Xun was startled, took two steps back, and sat down on the ground. The lantern was thrown out and blown out by the wind.

The girl was also taken aback by her, and then said angrily, "What are you!"

"...Are you a ghost?" Hua Xun looked at her palely.

"I don't..." The girl paused for a moment, then suddenly said with a smile, "Yeah, I'm a ghost!"

"Ah..." Hua Xun was so frightened that she wanted to scream.

"Hush! Don't shout!"

When Hua Xun saw the "ghost" pointing at her, she lost her voice and couldn't speak.

"If you call someone over, I'll eat you!" The girl jumped off the rockery and landed firmly in front of Hua Xun.

Hua Xun's eyes were dim with tears, her nose twitched, and she was trembling.

The girl frowned and said, "Don't cry! If you cry, I will eat you too!"

"..." Nodding, Hua Xun tried her best to hold back her tears.

"I let you resume talking, I have something to ask you. You answer truthfully, otherwise...or I will eat you!"

After receiving Hua Xun's response, the girl waved her hand and leaned in front of her and said, "Tell me, is it you who lost the flower lottery today?"

Hua Xun sniffed, not daring not to answer, and only whispered: "It's not me..." Seeing the girl raised her hand, she hurriedly said, "I didn't do it on purpose! Today is the flower official officiate, but I was pushed away." Go up and draw the first lottery, I am also innocent!"

The girl pouted dissatisfiedly and said: "I almost got it, I blame you and the flower official for changing positions! Can't you stand firm? It's so easy to hit."

"I..." Hua Xun had a flash of inspiration, and said in shock, "It's you!" She stared into those misty eyes, "It was you who knocked Miss Yulan down today!"

"That's right, it's me." The girl looked meaningless, "Are you going to catch me?"

"...I can't catch you." Hua Xun said honestly.

"Stop talking nonsense, come and find that flower lotus with me."

Hua Xun bit her lip, wondering: "But my light is off. I can't see it."

The girl looked her up and down and thought for a while.

"Ordinary people."

"Why are you looking for a flower stick?" Hua Xun asked strangely, "Even if this flower stick is lost, just carve another one. Besides, when the servants picked up the flower sticks, didn't they pick them up, how could there be omissions?"

The girl said: "You don't care about me! I just want to look for it. Can you help me find it? If you don't look for it, shut up!"

The sound was a bit louder, and a voice came from a distance asking: "Who is there!"

"Oh!" the girl said irritably, "Forget it, don't look for it anymore!" After speaking, it turned into a white light, flashed across the night sky, and disappeared suddenly.

Hua Xun got up and looked in the direction where the white light disappeared.

The servant came over and bowed when he saw Hua Xun.

Hua Xun came back to her senses, and lowered her head to look at the things she was holding in her hand.

Spread it out and see that it is a bamboo stick.

"It's all right, I'm going back." Putting the flower lottery into the armhole, Hua Xun took the lantern picked up by the servant.

Walking quickly back into the room, Pei Lan was already awake, kneeling straight at the door.

Hua Xun untied the fox fur, skipped Pei Lan, and walked inside: "Don't worry, I just got up and walked in the courtyard for a while. I'm going to bed, so if you have anything to say, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Perrin lowered his head, seemed to be cold, but also seemed to be afraid, and said yes in a choked voice.

Lying on the bed, Hua Xun played with the flower stick.

The flower sticks are written in two lines of small characters in official script, with pear blossoms engraved on the top and begonias engraved on the bottom.

"Three thousand dreams are intoxicated by the fragrance of pears, and seventeen blooms are lightly stained with Tang flowers."

The candle was dimly lit, and Hua Xun unconsciously fell into a dream while holding the flower stick.

The woman in the dream seems to be ingenious every time she meets her.Huaxun stood far away from Huadu, and could vaguely see Huadu on the towering tower, holding the leaves and playing an unknown tune.

At the end of the song, Huadu looked down at her.

In the blink of an eye, she flew up the tower and landed beside Huadu.

"Hua Du, why do you meet me in different places every time?" Hua Xun held onto the railing and looked down.

"Don't you like it?" Hua Du stretched out her hand, and the leaf fell down from her hand, she looked back at Hua Xun.

"No." Hua Xun looked away, raised her head and said, "I like it very much."

"nice! You love it."

Hua Xun said: "I lived in Huafu since I was a child, and it is inconvenient to go out. I also yearn for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the wind and sand in the northern part of the desert, the prosperity of the eastern capital, and the tranquility of Xichuan. It's just that I can't go...but I can go there in my dreams." For once, it’s really a death without regrets.”

Huadu raised his eyebrows, smiled without saying a word.

"Huadu, where is this place?"

"The illusion is also your dream."

"Huadu, you've been talking less and less recently."

Holding Hua Xun's hand and slowly walking down the wooden path, Hua Du remained silent.

"Aren't you happy?"

"Why do you ask this question?"

Hua Xun shook her head, her expression darkened.

"Ah, that's right!" Hua Xun recalled the signing of the paper, "Do you know the flower lottery? The flower lottery for the Flower God Festival."

Huadu had a meal.

Hua Xun clearly felt Hua Du's body froze for a moment.

"what happened?"

"I'm just your dream, how would you know about the flower lottery." She sighed lightly and fell silent again.

Hua Xun is full of questions, but she is not easy to ask.

Entering the tower, there is an eight-sided hollow wall inside, and bookshelves are built against the wall.A pile of bamboo slips are arranged on the shelf, which is grand and majestic.Silent and silent, it is as solemn as a treasure hall, and there are no literati or monks. Standing in the corridor, I feel that the heart of the tower is empty. She and Huadu are both as small as rice grains.

Hua Xun ran to the bookshelf, and scanned the marks on the bamboo slips curiously and cautiously. She couldn't read many characters in a row.She lifted her head up to look at the top, but was blocked by the wooden lattice of the shelf, so she couldn't see anything.

She turned to Huadu and said, "What kind of books are here?"

Huadu walked past a row of letters, looking for something intently.Hearing Hua Xun's question, she walked behind Hua Xun.

The fragrance is tangy and lingering slightly.The white clothes moved lightly, and the hem of the skirt waved, blocking Hua Xun between the shelf and her.She reached out and took a roll of bamboo slips from the top of Huaxun's head, and pulled the rope away.

"A book that you can't understand. This is where the Flower Book and Book of Flowers are placed. It even records the life and death of thousands of flowers. Anyone who is famous in the way of flowers must be here." Hua Du shook his head. Scroll, browse carefully.

"Then, Hua Du, are you the owner here?" Hua Xun raised his head to look at the pavilion.

"The owner of this Linglong Tower is someone else."

Huadu finished sweeping the bamboo slips in his hand, put them back, walked to the other side, and took another one.

"What about that person?"

"died."

Hua Xun looked at Huadu's side face, under the light from the tower, he felt a little cold.These two words were spoken slowly, without any emotion or anger.But the child's sensitive intuition made Hua Xun feel that the master of Linglong Pagoda must have some relationship with Hua Du, even if they are not close friends, they should be acquaintances.

Hua Xun was timid, she was afraid of offending Hua Du.

"Huh?" Hua Du seemed to have seen something, flipping through the bamboo slips clattering.After looking at it for a while, she closed the bamboo slips with a heavy face.

"What's the matter?" Hua Xun hesitated for a moment, seeing Hua Du walking down the tower, he quickly followed and asked.

"Are you going to go to the flower field in a while?"

Hua Xun nodded, and saw that Hua Du didn't look back, so she couldn't see her nodding, so she added: "Exactly."

After going down the first floor of the tower, Huadu walked to the third room by the stairs with ease, pushed the door and walked in: "The rules of Huafu are not set for prostitutes, why do you have to suffer this?"

"That should go too." Hua Xun lifted her skirt and stepped across the threshold, "Azhi is the son of Huafu. Although he is not a direct descendant, there have long been rumors outside that his father will mention Ah Zhi's mother as his wife. Although my father and mother raised the same eyebrows, we After all, I'm not a son... I don't want to be mediocre."

Huadu walked to the desk, spread out the paper, licked the ink from the pen holder, and lowered his head to write on the white paper.