Chonglouzi

"Luoyang Flowers and Trees" records that due to proper cultivation, flowers with a height of up to two feet are called "Chonglouzi". Many people in the world love flowers. Those who love their beauty will pick them more; those who appreciate their beauty will admire them more; those who cherish their bones will cultivate them more. Hua Qian is the last kind of flower lover. Hua Qian loves Peony Chonglou and Zi Chonglou the most since she was born. However, I must be the most aware of the hardships of cultivating Zhonglou. From seeing the blooming of the Ice Jade Chonglou cultivated by my senior brother, the beauty and sacredness of the palace are astonishingly like a dream, and it is indescribable. My little mind was conquered by it, but from that time on, no matter how I tried planting, it ended in failure. Every time she failed, Hua Qian would ask herself why she was so persistent. Later, I finally figured out that there were two reasons for being so persistent: First, it was naturally the love for flowers that I couldn't describe. Second, Hua Qian couldn't help but lower her head and smile bitterly. Only the beauty of flowers in her life could erase the sadness of her heart. Recently, there was a woman in a trance in my dream, with tears in her eyes but still cruelly throwing herself off the cliff. The senior brother said that it was fortunate that the snow fox found him in the snow and called the talent to save his life. Unfortunately, his hands and feet were broken. If his senior brother hadn't begged his master to save him, he might still be a cripple lying in bed. Recalling that time, the bitterness of the herbs, the helplessness of amnesia, and the fragrance and warmth brought only by the flowers of my senior brother. As soon as the master of the valley master died, Hua Qian looked for an opportunity to leave the valley to find relatives. Eleven years later, if relatives meet each other, it is unknown whether they will burst into tears or turn their backs on each other. As early as eleven years ago, the dynasty had changed. The feudal royal family was wiped out overnight. The prince in Penglai also disappeared, and his life and death were unknown. The feudal country disappeared with the wind overnight and was sealed in history. The next day, Fu Zhong, the prime minister of the feudal state, held the jade seal in front of the palace, announced his succession, changed the country's name to Yun, and granted amnesty to the world. The people of the feudal country were not confused about who the emperor was or how much the country's name was changed. Food increased unabated, taxes were halved, merchants prospered, and life was better than before. For them, there is nothing bad about this change of dynasty without the "war and blood ceremony". There is a mysterious organization in the rivers and lakes, but the Shadow Tower does not agree with the people's views. Since the country was sealed off and destroyed eleven years ago, the power of this organization has continued to grow. It has been constantly confronting the court, but it has not harmed the people. It is said that this mysterious organization can help you realize your request as long as you pay a satisfactory reward. Nowadays, the barbarians are invading, and the struggle among the princes for the throne has made the Yun Kingdom, which seems to be smooth on the surface, secretly turbulent. These many undercurrents are unexpectedly bumped into by Hua Qian. Is this destined by fate or is it someone's will? After being involved in the dispute, can Hua Qian avoid danger and successfully find her relatives? How to choose the love and hatred that collided among them? Is the sycamore tree in my heart willing to let myself live in it?