The Flowers Are Right

Aning traveled through time for ten years and finally took root in the flower house of Shen Mansion. There are orchids in spring, lotuses in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn, and plum blossoms in winter. Time passes day by day, and the flowerpots are full season after season. Watering in the morning, pruning branches at sunset, from cleaning maid to flower house maid, her hands are sore, her waist is bent, but her heart is full. I thought my life would go by so smoothly. Unexpectedly, Xinke Tanhua, who had never spoken to him before, suddenly came up with the idea of ​​letting her into the room. Who would have thought that the prince of the Hou family, whom he had never met before, suddenly had the idea to ask her to teach her. Aning: "..." All is OK, all is OK. Maybe it was because she raised clivias well, or maybe she was famous for her peonies. Either way, her craftsmanship was outstanding and she must have been appreciated by the nobles. But later, Tanhua Lang still wanted her to go to his study to serve the pen and ink, and the prince also invited her to take care of the garden in his garden. Aning: "..." No, this won't work. The house is divided into the house, and the flower house is the flower house. No matter where she lives, no matter what others think, she has her own world and only likes to grow her own flowers. Purpose: I would rather stand on my own with a flower than survive without a tree.