Goddess of Flowers

Prince Ninglan's residence. "Whoever pities the hard-working Dongyang is thin, but also because of the lack of spring. It is not as good as the hibiscus, and the feeling is thicker in the cold place." 1 In the early morning, a wisp of white appeared on the horizon, outside the Qingrong Pavilion in the Furong Garden of the mansion. A woman in plain clothes moved lightly on lotus steps, stepping on the morning dew. The light rain fell, but it could not hide the woman's beautiful face and graceful figure. Nodding gently, he leaned down his graceful figure and gently shook the slightly blooming white hibiscus beside him with his delicate hands. The rain and dew on the petals fell instantly into the wide-mouth carved orchid jade vase in his hand, as if being awakened. The woman smiled sweetly and didn't care. Her temples and hair were already slightly wet, and the water-colored cloak on her body was already soaked. "Princess, please go back quickly. The prince knows about it, and it's time to feel distressed again. The princess really didn't call me when I came out." The maid in pink clothes hurried over, ignoring the wet skirt, and quickly moved the delicate blue oil-paper umbrella in her hand to the woman's head, but left her small body outside the umbrella, and quickly put the thicker pink brocade cloak in the crook of her arm on the woman. "Can I still come out if I tell you? It's okay. If you go back quickly, you won't be discovered. It's you, Xiyan. I'm also getting wet, so you should hold the umbrella." "Princess Princess—don't you want to kill this slave? Let's go and go back and have a bowl of hot soup." As they spoke, the two of them had gone to Qingrongxuan deep in the flowers. The morning light diluted the mist, and the light rain gradually stopped. The entire hibiscus garden appeared in the mist.