Emperor Ming's southern tour took half a year to reach Wangjun, and stayed in Wangjun for more than a month before the fleet returned.

The day before leaving, it rained in Wang County.The distant mountains are verdant, and the mountains stand hand in hand, forming an undulating shape.Another blurred outline was fainted by Tianshui.

The Ruan River flowing down from the mountains flows into the city walls, and the spring flowers and willows on the bank bow their heads silently and gently.Under the bridge hole, the awning boat swayed with the current.

The wine flag is wet but not unfolded, and the city wall is also showing a vague state.

Under the eaves of every house, the swallows poked out half of their small heads in their nests made of mud and grass, chirping, and quickly retracted when they touched the water.

The fine rainwater turned into heavy crystal curtains.

The sky and the earth are all hazy like a hallucination.

At night, a faint fragrance began to float in the air.

The petals, as light as feathers, float between the sky and the earth.

The darker the night, the brighter the flowers.

Like a piece of ink-colored satin, dotted with bustling and flickering light spots.

It rained like this all night.

Early the next morning, the fallen flowers on the steps had accumulated a layer as thick as the sole of a shoe.

Flying flowers drifted in from the unclosed window porch, and residual flowers fell on the table, candle holder, and a side of graphite.

Ji Yunyong was sitting on the bed, and the flowers were still dancing outside the window.

He lifted his sleeves, and a few petals shook out from the folds of his clothes. They were weak and boneless, so tender that they were almost transparent, like jade.

So it is called Qiongluohua.

Ji Yun sat in a daze for a while.

Only then did Li Chengnian come in and help him wash up.

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