The young master of General Meng's household was famous for his good looks, his strong sense of justice, and his impressive skills. His face was exceptionally handsome, too.
Whenever he rode through the market on Vermilion Bird Street, the flowers that fell on him filled the flower sellers' purses with silver.
The Meng family was wiped out overnight. The former Meng Lingyi died amid fire and blood. He took on a new identity, even hiding his gender, and became the celebrated top courtesan of the Listening Music Pavilion.
People still sent him flowers.
A noblewoman from Pingjing who had secretly loved him laid a flower in front of the ruined Meng residence as an offering.
Visitors drawn by his reputation, eager to glimpse the face of Pingjing's most beautiful person, sent so many fragrant flowers that they filled his sedan chair.
Some said hibiscus suited him, and planted an entire garden of it for his sake.
Lu Li didn't like other people giving flowers to Meng Lingyi. No matter how lovely they were, he said, they could never match even a fraction of Meng Lingyi's radiance.
Meng Lingyi had no particular love or dislike for flowers. But every time he awoke from a dream in the dead of night, he could hear his father telling him to be like a plum blossom that stood proudly in frost and snow. He would see the wisteria his mother had planted in the garden and smell the fragrance of the flower cakes his elder sister had made.
Even now, Lu Li still picked the freshest seasonal blossoms and wove them into an intricate wreath for him.
It was the only thing left of the beautiful life he had once known.
Beautiful courtesan gong x devoted childhood friend shou
A story of a beautiful, powerful, tragic gong seeking revenge. A second shou will appear, but the gong won't return his feelings.
The goal is to write a story about a sweet girl and a swoon-worthy guy. Happy ending.
Theme: Letting go is harder than picking something up
