Every flower
Xie Lian, the seventeen-year-old prince of Xianle Kingdom, defeated the nameless ghost at Yi Nian Bridge and ascended to heaven amidst lightning and thunder.
The three realms were in an uproar.
Countless pilgrims and believers rushed to build temples in the country. Xianle Palace was bustling with people praying and burning incense all day long.
Mo Qiuyan and Xiao Huacheng were not qualified to enter the most magnificent Prince's Palace. But she did not lose heart, because she knew that Huacheng would be even more magnificent in the future.
Of course she had to live until then.
Xiao Huacheng's height has grown rapidly in the past three years. Now, thanks to Mo Qiuyan's feeding, he is about 1.8 meters tall. He should be much taller than at this time in the original novel.
Mo Qiuyan was still stuck around 1.67 meters tall.
She can still grow taller! Really!
So now she tries to stand further away when talking to Xiao Huacheng, so that the height difference between them doesn't seem too big.
However, this operation is of no use.
Mo Qiuyan had to look up when he should.
Although Xiaohuacheng cannot enter high-end palaces and temples, he still insists on picking a bunch of fresh white flowers every day and sending them to an inconspicuous little Prince Temple on the outskirts of the city.
In the past few days, Prince Xianle’s 8,000th palace has been completed, and many people are cheering for it, but Mo Qiuyan began to feel uneasy.
Your Highness's downfall is not far away...
Sometimes she looked at the "believers" who were trying their best to get into the Prince's Palace to pray, and who kept saying that they were very sincere, and she often felt sarcastic in her heart.
It was these people who pulled Xie Lian down from the altar.
It has rained frequently in the imperial city these days. People try to avoid it and keep complaining about the bad weather.
But in Yong'an, countless people were longing for this rain.
The rain is still raining, but unfortunately it is falling in the wrong place.
Mo Qiuyan noticed that Xiao Huacheng could now run around on his own, but if he was seen by other children in the imperial city, he would still be laughed at.
Mo Qiuyan hated these naughty kids the most. They didn't do anything serious all day long and instead thought that making fun of others was a game.
There is that serious illness.
So if they came to "have fun" and were discovered by Mo Qiuyan, they would often be ridiculed openly or covertly, and finally run home crying.
Xiao Huacheng: "Why are you so good at arguing with people?"
Mo Qiuyan said proudly: "If you watch Douyin often, you can curse out anything~"
Little Flower City:?
Mo Qiuyan patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "When you grow up, you'll be able to confront people like this, really."
Many years later, Da Huacheng, who had become a wise man and had a good eloquence, recalled this scene one day and fell into deep thought.
"..." How did she know?
But the time is not there yet, let’s get back to the present.
Xie Lian held the red umbrella that the young man had handed him in the heavy rain and came to this simple little prince's temple.
Before he even entered, Xie Lian saw the almost naive statue of the prince: his colorful clothes, his large, pink-white face, his big, goofy smile, he looked like a giant doll. If he hadn't been so preoccupied, he would have laughed out loud.
In the past three years, Xie Lian had seen at least three thousand portraits of the Crown Prince, if not five thousand. He had never seen a single one that looked exactly like the Crown Prince. The closest one was only about seventy percent similar, and the rest were either too ugly or too beautiful.
Most of the statues of other priests are too ugly, but his is just the opposite. Some are so beautiful that they are deformed, and some are so beautiful that even he himself is embarrassed.
He didn't look at the clay statue carefully at first, but just glanced at it. Unexpectedly, he caught a glimpse of a sudden white color in this glance, so he looked away.
The gray clay sculpture held a bunch of snow-white flowers in its hands.
The petals are pure white, dotted with a few crystal dewdrops, and emit a faint fragrance.
What surprised him even more was that the left hand of the clay sculpture was carved with distinct joints, and was slender and vivid, which seemed out of place with the other parts of the clay sculpture that seemed to be hastily made.
And on the middle finger of that hand, there was a bright red knot.
Xie Lian naturally knew the meaning of tying a red string on one’s wrist, but he felt that no one would have the idea or courage to tie a red string on a god’s wrist, so he thought it was just a child’s prank.
The culprit, Mo Qiuyan: Help Xiao Huacheng carve the clay hand and let him tie the red string to improve his favorability! Hua Lian's intimacy is unilaterally increased by 20~
Xie Lian suddenly heard hurried footsteps. Without turning back, he first hid his form, carrying the umbrella and lightly gliding over to the altar, then turned and looked down.
A young man rushed into the gray rain outside the temple.
The boy was no more than twelve or thirteen years old, soaking wet, wearing ordinary old clothes, and his face was covered with a new but messy bandage. His right hand was tightly clenched in his left fist, as if he was protecting something.
After running into the temple, he slowly opened his hands.
A bunch of small snow-white flowers bloomed quietly in his hands.
Xie Lian suddenly remembered something and uttered a soft "Huh".
The face wrapped in layers of bandages inevitably reminded him of the little boy he met three years ago.
But he couldn't be sure, after all, such coincidences didn't happen often.
At this time, the young man came over, stood on tiptoe, took the flowers from the clay statue's hand, and replaced them with the bouquet in his own hand.
Xie Lian was sitting on the altar, and he could clearly see the newly replaced bouquet of flowers. The petals were more delicate, fuller, and more juicy, and the fragrance was even richer. They must have been picked just now.
Could it be that he comes to this inconspicuous temple every day to replace the left hand of this clay statue with a bouquet of freshly picked flowers?
Moreover, after presenting the flowers, the young man stood beneath the clay statue of the prince, clasped his hands together, and silently prayed. He did not kneel down indiscriminately like the others, and he truly took Xie Lian’s words to heart.
Three years had passed. So many believers had come to Xie Lian's temple, including dignitaries, celebrities, and astonishingly talented people. However, the one who truly impressed Xie Lian with his sincerity was a child of only twelve or thirteen.
Moreover, he was a child dressed in shabby clothes, and those magnificent golden palaces would not allow him to enter, so he could only come to this grassroots temple to worship.
I really don’t know what this feels like.
At this time, there was a splashing sound of water coming from the temple gate, and a group of children holding umbrellas ran past, playing.
At first, Xie Lian thought they were just passing by, but after the group of teenagers ran past, they ran back again, as if they had discovered something truly remarkable. They clapped their hands and exclaimed, “Wow, wow, those ugly freaks are running around again!”
Xiao Huacheng rolled his eyes and did not get angry like in the original book. Instead, he found a place that was not too humid, sat down and closed his eyes to rest.
Xie Lian felt strange. Normally, a child his age would be embarrassed or angry when being ridiculed by his peers. But this child didn't react at all.
The leading child, noticing Xiao Huacheng's lack of response, was about to tease him again when a blinding silver light struck him at his feet. A fist-sized rock on the ground shattered into pieces, and the flying rocks tore a long hole in his brand new cloth boots.
Suddenly something unexpected happened. Xie Lian stood up abruptly. The wind he created blew on Xiao Huacheng's face, startling him.
Xie Lian was on high alert, thinking it was some evil spirit. Just as he was about to reveal himself to protect the person, he was interrupted by an impatient voice.
"I'm fucking you guys, are you done yet?! Don't you know how to respect people? I've warned you so many times and you still come here. What do you have to do?"
It was Mo Qiuyan who came. She held the sword impatiently and stood there with an imposing manner.
How many times has she scolded these little bastards?! Does she really have to draw her sword?
When the naughty kids saw Mo Qiuyan appear with an ancient and sharp sword in his arms, they were so frightened with sharp eyes that they fled in all directions and disappeared in an instant.
Mo Qiuyan blew a sigh, made a sword flower, and finished chasing people away in a cool and relaxed manner.
When Xie Lian saw Mo Li, his eyes lit up.
The sword's light is pure and its blade is bright. Whether from its appearance or the effect of the previous slash, it is of top quality.
That’s right, our Crown Prince can see through disguises at a glance.
Xiao Huacheng stood up, looked at the sword in her hand, and raised his head and asked, "Where did you get it? Did you sneak into the Imperial Temple again?"
Xie Lian knew that wasn't the case. He had practiced at the Imperial Temple for so long, it was impossible for him not to remember such a sword. But that didn't stop him from wanting to know where it came from.
Mo Qiuyan gave Xiao Huacheng a light but not heavy slap, feigning anger and saying, "Why do you think that? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
Xiao Huacheng nodded and said calmly, "I heard that the cherry harvest in Taicang Mountain inexplicably decreased by more than half last year."
Xie Lian: “…” She stole again?!
Mo Qiuyan: “…” Don’t expose me!
Mo Qiuyan coughed lightly and said guiltily, "That's...that's a natural phenomenon. It has nothing to do with me. I just showed off a little bit."
Xiao Huacheng chuckled, "Ah, yes, yes, it's a natural phenomenon."
Mo Qiuyan: ...I'm angry but I can't refute it.
She curled her lips and said, "This sword is called Mo Li. It's a weapon I already have. It was there before I met you." She added, "It's older than you!"
Xiao Huacheng glanced at her, took a few steps closer, his eyes filled with curiosity, and asked, "Then how can I get such a powerful thing?"
Mo Qiuyan jumped onto a rock by the roadside, trying to make himself look taller, and said mysteriously, "Everything depends on fate~"
Xiao Huacheng rolled his eyes, returned to the temple, sat down and began to look at the statue.
Mo Qiuyan followed him into the temple, but suddenly fell silent: Wait, did I mess up an important plot point?
At this moment, their stomachs growled. Xiao Huacheng turned to look at Mo Qiuyan, who silently looked away: "Don't look at me, I didn't bring any."
Because Mo Qiuyan had put down a pastry a few hours ago, there was still some food on the plate, but the two of them tacitly did not touch the food on the table.
Xie Lian, who was sitting on the altar concealing his figure, chuckled upon hearing this and threw a pastry wrapped in oil paper from the altar over.
Xiao Huacheng was almost hit and was stunned looking at the pastry rolling three or two times on the ground.
Mo Qiuyan also felt a surge of mana at this moment. Although she was not cultivating mana at the moment, only spiritual power, she could still feel the fluctuation.
Judging from the fluctuation of the magic power, Feng Xin and Mu Qing should have arrived.
Here, Xiao Huacheng picked up the cake on the ground, patted the dust off the oil paper, and carefully put it back on the offering plate.
We can’t let the two children stay here any longer. If this continues, they will get sick.
Xie Lian thought for a moment, then took the umbrella given to him by a passerby and walked out of the small temple.
He slowly opened the umbrella, and raindrops hit the umbrella with a crackling sound.
Xiao Huacheng heard the sound, thinking someone was approaching, and stirred slightly. But then, perhaps realizing that someone's presence was none of his business, he lay back down. Mo Qiuyan knew it was Xie Lian, but to avoid disturbing those behind him, he pretended not to hear.
Xie Lian placed the open umbrella at the door. Xiao Huacheng was surprised by the sound and stood up to take a look. He saw a red umbrella lying on the ground in the rain, like a solitary red flower in full bloom. He was stunned.
He rushed over and picked up the umbrella. Mu Qing said beside him, "Your Highness, this is enough. If you do it too obviously, he will find out and it will cause more trouble."
Unexpectedly, before Xie Lian could reply, Xiao Huacheng rushed back and shouted behind them, "Your Highness!"
The three of them, including Mo Qiuyan, were startled and turned to look. They saw the young man holding an umbrella, his eyes red and extremely excited. He looked up at the clay statue and shouted, "Your Highness! Is that you?!"
Mo Qiuyan raised his head to see whether the next plot would remain the same or change.
Is there any meaning in her coming?
Can it change the protagonist's state of mind?
Feng Xin had no idea that Xie Lian had previously caused a gust of wind in Little Flower City and lost some cakes, so he was surprised and said, "This kid is quite smart. He actually discovered it." Mu Qing seemed to have guessed what was going on and glanced at Xie Lian.
The young man said, "If you were right here, please answer a question for me!"
Sitting high on the altar, Xie Lian heard the words "Please show your power" countless times every day. Hearing any voice too often can lead to numbness.
However, whenever he heard such a sound, he couldn't help but pay attention and stop.
Mu Qing reminded from the side: "Your Highness, ignore it."
Xie Lian remained silent. The young man clutched the umbrella tightly in his hands and gritted his teeth, "I was once deeply tormented. I wished I could kill everyone in the world, and then kill myself."
Feng Xin frowned, and Mu Qing looked indifferent, without any expression.
Mo Qiuyan sighed silently, it was still painful...
"But now," Xiao Huacheng continued, and Mo Qiuyan's eyes widened slightly. "Someone is taking care of me and caring about me. I'm very grateful to her. But I still don't understand what I'm living for. What goal is there in front of me that's worth living for?!"
He practically shouted it out in the end. There was a long silence, with no one answering. Little Huacheng seemed to have anticipated this outcome and slowly lowered his head.
Suddenly, a gentle voice broke the silence and sounded above him: "If you don't know how to live, then live for me."
Feng Xin and Mu Qing, who were standing beside Xie Lian, hadn't expected him to actually answer, let alone something like this. Their eyes widened as they exclaimed, "...Your Highness?!"
The young man looked up suddenly, but saw no one. He only heard a soft, ethereal voice coming from the clay statue:
"I don't know how to answer your question. But if you don't know the meaning of your life, then why not treat me as that meaning?"
"If you feel that life really has no purpose, then make me your goal."
A glint flickered in Xiao Huacheng's eyes, and Mo Qiuyan stood up. Then, that voice reappeared: "Thank you for the flowers. I love them!"
The sound died down, and there was no more sound. After a long while, Xiao Huacheng carefully removed the offering plate, peeled off the cake, and gave one to Mo Qiuyan behind him, then slowly began to eat it himself.
Mo Qiuyan didn't eat it and put it in Xiao Huacheng's arms.
"Meeting you in this world is like meeting a flower in the rain. Xiao Honghong, your life is truly meaningful."
Xiao Huacheng swallowed the cake in his mouth and said, "I... maybe I was too excited just now. Did I leave a bad impression on His Highness..."
Mo Qiuyan: "Xiao Honghong's reaction is beyond the scope of the original knowledge! Why are you so nervous?"
Mo Qiuyan took advantage of him squatting down, rubbed his head, and said: "His Highness will not be disgusted with you, look, he has responded to you."
Then he added with a smile: "You are about to become the Princess of Xianle, why are you still shy?"
Little Flower City:!
Then Mo Qiuyan saw his ears turn red again.
“…”
"Xiao Honghong, be more confident. You are really good."
At least much luckier than me.
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