Luo Ling, who grew up in the deep valley and studied in Medicine King Temple, never knew that he would be involved in all kinds of troubles. However, it is already involved. The late jade azalea in the sea of porcelain jade flowers has bloomed and fallen for hundreds of years. The delicate and fragile petals are always floating in the wind, seeming to tell the long past of seven thousand years ago. She forgot that she was once the emperor's goddess by the sea of porcelain jade flowers. She forgot why the quiet and majestic mortal boy suddenly disappeared. She forgot why the proud Demon Lord always liked to wander in the sea of blue mulberry flowers. She also forgot that there were countless disillusionments and smoke behind Yao Che's alluring smile.
The late jade azaleas on the bank of weak water were in full bloom, and the falling petals covered Long Yan's broken tombstone. She didn't know where the mortal son who sat quietly by the water and played the piano went after his reincarnation. She wanted to reveal the secret of the Nine Heavens.
It's just that fate is unpredictable, and she turned into a delicate crimson flower on the desk of the Emperor of Heaven. Although it is so slender, it has an alluring color. However, her petals are always tightly wrapped together and are always just a bud. She fell into a deep sleep, and in her dream a large flock of birds flew by. Their feathers slowly fell and landed on her fingers playing the piano. His warm lips kissed the thin petals. She was tickled and giggled, waking up with the sweet fragrance and fluffy pollen.
Then, in her laughter, the fragrance of flowers continued to spread until it filled the entire ninth heaven.