Besides the large area of begonias planted on the back mountain of Fahua Temple, which is said to be a beautiful sight, there is also a patch of flowers on the western mountain that are unique to the Japanese pirate islands, which are said to be called cherry blossoms.
It is said that the cherry blossoms were brought back from the Japanese pirate islands by the Marquis of Jing'an when he attacked them, and were presented to the emperor by someone.
At that time, the emperor had just had a son and bestowed this flower upon Fahua Temple.
Every year in March, the cherry blossoms are at their most beautiful.
However, few people go to appreciate these flowers.
Firstly, the Northern Wei Dynasty harbored a strong aversion to the Japanese pirate islands; secondly, Northern Wei women loved fragrance, so they preferred flowers with strong scents when admiring flowers, and flowers like cherry blossoms, which have almost no fragrance, would attract very few visitors!
Jiangse Valley needed a quiet place to rest, so we headed west towards the mountains.
She found a stone bench and sat down. A gentle breeze brushed her face, and a few petals fell into her palm. Jiang Segu clapped her hands in annoyance.
She slept in her grandmother's room last night, just to see how Zhou's mother would react after she found out she had met Zhou Yuan!
To her surprise, Zhou's mother personally delivered the peonies to the estate, leaving her waiting in vain for so long.
Early in the morning, she had a plan to eavesdrop on her grandmother's and Zhou's mother's conversation.
But she went to bed late last night, so she woke up a little late this morning.
When she arrived, she only caught the tail end of Zhou's mother and grandmother's conversation.
Jiang Segu sighed deeply, wondering why his grandmother hadn't taken Zhou Mama with her today. Could it be that she went to see Jiang Chengli?
Do we need Zhou's mother to help us find someone?
Jiang Segu frowned, puzzled.
Just then, a gentle breeze carried the sound of voices from not far away.
"Ah, Prince Jing'an! My daughter has been rude!"
The sweet, delicate voice made Jiang Segu involuntarily shudder.
But she reacted quickly and pulled Qiaohe behind a rock to the side.
At that moment, a rough male voice rang out.
"What are you doing here, Miss Song?"
Jiang Segu then slowly realized that the woman's voice belonged to the Song family!
Moreover, it was someone I knew well!
Song Yurong said timidly, "This humble girl has come with her mother to fulfill a vow!"
"Why isn't Miss Song here accompanying your mother in front of the palace?"
Song Yurong blinked her eyes, tilted her head, and said innocently, "I don't believe in these things. Does Prince Jing'an believe them?"
Upon hearing her say she didn't believe in gods or Buddhas, Prince Jing'an laughed loudly, "You little girl, you're quite something!"
Nowadays, most people have a strong belief in gods and Buddhas, but he doesn't!
If we pray to gods and Buddhas for everything, what's the point of having these military generals?
Song Yurong laughed along and retorted, "I think Prince Jing'an is quite interesting!"
Seeing that she wasn't afraid of him at all, and recalling the few days they spent together on the road, Prince Jing'an asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Why should I be afraid of you?
Prince Jing'an was taken aback by her question and subconsciously asked, "Didn't you see the scar on my face?"
During a campaign to quell a rebellion, Prince Jing'an was slashed across the left cheek with a long scar.
He was already fierce and domineering-looking, and the scar on his face made him even more terrifying. Unfortunately, he disliked wearing a mask, so when he went out, he always managed to frighten children and some delicate young women!
He hated hearing people crying and whining, and he rarely bothered to join crowds. If his wife hadn't dragged him to worship Buddha today, he wouldn't have bothered at all!
Earlier on the way, he was surprised that Song Yurong was not afraid of him and would bring him tea and snacks from time to time.
I initially thought it was the second son and his wife of the Song family who gave the signal, but now it seems that's not entirely the case.
“My daughter can naturally see the long scar on Prince Jing’an’s face!”
"Then why aren't you afraid?"
"Why should I be afraid?" Song Yurong seemed not to understand Jing'an Prince's meaning, her peach blossom eyes full of confusion.
"Many people are scared to tears when they see me!"
"That's because outsiders don't understand the hardship behind these scars!"
With a look of heartache in her pure eyes, Song Yurong raised her slender hand and, from a distance of an inch, traced the scars on Prince Jing'an's face.
"It must have been very dangerous at the time!"
Her murmured voice was full of worry, without a trace of disgust, "Prince Jing'an must have endured hardships that ordinary people could not bear in order to quell the internal rebellion. You have this scar because of our current peace. If I am afraid, how am I any different from those ungrateful people?"
The little girl's eyes sparkled with a tenderness that Prince Jing'an had never seen before!
Yes, it was pity!
He spent half his life on the battlefield, and people only ever feared him; no one ever truly cared for him!
The Prince of Jing'an's half-old heart was suddenly thrown into chaos.
Over the years, many beautiful women have thrown themselves at him, but they only showed him awe, timidity, or even disgust and perfunctory attitude.
Even his wife and daughters never showed him any pity!
Now there was actually a charming young girl who wasn't afraid of him and even showed him such pity. Prince Jing'an had to admit that his stagnant pool of water, which had been dormant for many years, had been stirred up!
Prince Jing'an then took a closer look at Song Yurong.
The little girl has naturally bright eyes and white teeth, and her skin is as white as snow; she is a beautiful girl.
At this moment, Song Yurong hurriedly withdrew her hand, looking flustered.
The Prince of Jing'an's lips, which hadn't yet curved into a smile, turned cold. "Young lady, you have a sweet tongue, but didn't your father tell you that if you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way, or you won't be able to move anyone!"
He happened to run into the Song family's second son and his family on the road, and he sent someone to inquire about the second son of the Song family.
This person is the type who won't get up early for nothing!
Furthermore, the Song family prides itself on being a family of etiquette and places great importance on manners, yet they always send their daughters to fawn over him on the road. He is well aware of the trickery involved!
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