Dodder Pampering Handbook

The sound of the clapper sounded, and the vicissitudes of life of the man shouted: "The sky is dry and the things are dry, be careful of the candles!"

A clear female voice interspersed with it: "Flower seller, aunt, buy a flower, fresh gardenia, buy one for the little lady."

Zhong Teng pushed open the wooden window and faced the moon in the distance. The flower girl had white gardenias on her head, and the strong fragrance was blown into the guest room by the wind.

There are flower girls in Runan every year, but this year, for some reason, the gardenias in every household are blooming very well. Even if a basket of flowers doesn't cost a few pennies, these flower girls can hardly sell a basket in a day flower.

If they cannot be sold, they can only stay at home. When the wind and rain come, they fall to the ground and are covered with a layer of mud.

The aunt who was stopped left, and the flower girl sighed softly, and was about to walk away.

Zhong Cheng called her, "Can you bring the flowers up?"

The girl looked up in surprise, and saw the man standing in front of the window at a glance.He was dressed in dark blue cloth, his hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and a few strands of unruly hair hung down on his forehead. He was young and handsome.

Does he want to buy flowers for his wife?

The girl responded crisply, lifted the hem of her skirt and ran to the inn, asked about the room, she went up the stairs "thump, thump, thump", if she didn't go home, the family's meal would be eaten up.

Before she could knock on the door, the door opened.

The handsome man was standing an arm's length away from her, and only then did she realize that he was so tall, two heads taller than her.She had to look up to see his face clearly.

The flower girl handed him the basket, with the flowers on the top, and the water drops she sprinkled on it, which was a little careful of her.

Handing over the flowers with one hand and the money with the other, the flower girl took the money and glanced behind him, but no one else was there.What about the flowers?

With inquiry in her eyes, she kindly reminded: "If the guest has no time to send off the wife tonight, just put the flower branch in the clear water, and tomorrow it will be as if it was just picked."

Zhong Ting's voice was mellow, and he smiled softly. That voice made the flower girl blush a little.sounds so good.

He said: "I will send it out tonight."

"Oh, good." Maybe he will be able to go home tonight and rush to give fresh gardenias to the women at home.For such a handsome and gentle man, his wife should also be pretty, right?

The flower girl was thinking wildly, and got out of here before he closed the door.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a sword placed on the table when he turned around.The blade was sharp and radiated a deadly chill by the candlelight.

Zhong Teng put a basket of flowers on the table, not half a palm away from the sharp sword, and sat on the bench, playing with the flowers with his fingers.

The mood is a little complicated.

He didn't know at this time that this kind of emotion was close to affection and timidity.

It was late at night, and the door of the inn was closed.There were very few people on the street. Occasionally, a few drunkards walked in a daze on the street, and no one noticed the extremely fast man on the roof.

Zhong Teng changed into night clothes and covered his face with a black cloth. Before setting off, he hesitated for a long time, but still took out a fluffy space in his arms and put a gardenia flower in it.

What he is going to do tonight is to assassinate the son of Prince Runan, Su Yi'an.The goal of his mission is to help Su Yi'an get rid of the tragic fate of the dodder and become an ordinary person who can live on his own.

Although it sounds simple, Zhong Cheng knows that the reincarnation of Futu in this life is extremely weak. His mother died of dystocia when he was just born, and he also suffered from serious heart disease. The doctor once said that he would not live more than three years. age.

Having lost his mother since he was a child, he is still the eldest son, relying entirely on the support of his grandfather's family.However, just a year ago, Su Yi'an's grandfather passed away, and his uncles couldn't afford to support their family. They were busy with intrigue all day long, and completely forgot about his sick nephew.

When Su Yi'an was less than two years old, King Runan married another wife and gave birth to him three sons and two daughters.The King of Runan was born as a general, and he had high hopes for Su Yi'an when he was born, so he was named Yi'an.

But over time, Su Yi'an's frail body and his mother-like face gradually made him feel dissatisfied.Coupled with the fact that his new wife, Wang Shi, had given birth to him several healthy sons, he despised Su Yi'an even more.

If it weren't for his grandfather to rely on, Su Yi'an wouldn't be able to take the position of the son at all.

Now even my grandfather has gone, and his position is even more precarious.Wang even regarded him as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh.Seeing that his son was about to grow up, he wanted to get rid of Su Yi'an and make his son the eldest son.

So she secretly paid a lot of money to hire an assassin, trying to create an accident and kill Su Yi'an.But who knew that Su Yi'an almost avoided her when she poisoned and pushed people.He could only deliberately tamper with Su Yi'an's carriage on the way to worship Buddha, trying to make him fall off the cliff.

But that time, Su Yi'an was not allowed to die without a place to bury him.He fell off the cliff and was rescued by the city lord of Zhaoguan.Seeing his beauty, the city lord took pity on him and took him back to Zhaoguan to raise him in the back room.

Although Su Yi'an looks beautiful, he is not the protagonist of this story.When the Lord of Zhaoguan met his true lover, he dismissed the backyard and gifted him to his friends.But his friend is an absurd character with eccentricities.

After accidentally finding out that Su Yi'an was the son of King Runan, he intentionally humiliated him, took him back to King Runan, and told the world that he had once been a man of confinement in order to survive.

Su Yi'an was already suffering from heart disease, after this incident, he vomited blood and died on the spot. His body was left in the Runan Palace, and his father also despised him for humiliating his family style. The bones were thrown into the mass graves.

Fortunately, the story has only just begun, and the Wang family has only hired the first killer.

Zhong Teng was not the killer she invited, but he just happened to know the person who took over the task, so he snatched the task away.

Going through the original text of the story again in his heart, Zhong Teng was always filled with depression.He already regarded Su Yi'an as Zhao Chanzhen and Fu Tu.At this moment, the person he held in his hand was so humiliated by others, the resentment in his heart can be imagined.

But it depends on him being a killer, and a very powerful killer.The more turbulent his heart was, the calmer he became.

He came to Runan three days earlier and inquired about Su Yi'an.Apart from knowing that he is a complete sick man, he doesn't even know what his face looks like.

It was said that King Runan disliked his son's delicate body and frailty. He was 16 years old and had never even been out of the house. He was even more delicate than the little lady in the deep boudoir.

After Zhong Teng heard this, he was only worried, as long as he was around, he would not let others hurt him again, but this heart disease, I don't know how serious it is.Is it related to the previous task?

The inn is about half a city away from the Runan Palace, and Zhong Teng ran for half a stick of incense, still breathing steadily.He bypassed the guards and soon came to a garden.

There are rockery and rocks in the garden, as well as a small pond, bamboo forest and pine trees, all of which are neatly located in the garden, which is very elegant.A two-story building, facing the pond, is very secluded, and there are not many servants.It is almost the same as what Wang said.

Zhong Cheng almost swaggered into the garden. To his surprise, the room on the second floor was still lit.

He tiptoed, climbed the eaves and landed on the roof of the second floor, lifted a tile, and looked down.

From his angle, he could only see long black hair and a white shirt. The man was lying on the table, holding a writing brush in one slender white hand, writing something earnestly.

He coughed a few times from time to time, and he didn't need to cover it up. His voice was like a weak milk cat, which was worrying.

Zhong Cheng lay there and watched for a long time, his eyes were very good, he saw that he was writing, and suddenly stopped, picked up the piece of paper, and read the two poems written on it softly. Thinking of cicadas singing.

Then it stopped abruptly, as if thinking of something, and quickly lowered its head to continue writing.

After a while, Zhong Teng saw him holding up the paper and reading again, only to hear the cicada's chirping, but not the cicada's wings.

Almost laughed out loud.His eyes were gloomy, and he never thought that Futu in this life is an elegant person who likes to read and write poems.

But in the next second, Su Yi'an sighed leisurely, and two lines of clear tears flowed down on the yellowed paper.He looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

The melancholy on his body was thick and palpable. Holding the table, he stood up slowly, leaned against the window, and looked out from the railing.

She looks like a graceful beauty who came out of Song Ci, and the melancholy on her body can't be dispelled, which makes people feel heavy in their hearts.

Before Zhong Teng could figure out how to go down to greet him, he heard him talking to himself: "It's such a strong gardenia fragrance."

Did it float over from another courtyard?

"There is a bamboo bottle, but there is no wind and the end of the nose suddenly."

After he finished reciting the poem, he sighed again.

Zhong Cheng laughed, and tapped the tiles a few times with his fingers to attract his attention.

Su Yi'an opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and looked up to the roof, only to see a hand suddenly protruding from above, that hand was strong and powerful, with a white but somewhat wrinkled gardenia between the index finger and middle finger , With a flick of his finger, the gardenias fell down.

Before Su Yi'an could react, he took two steps with his body, catching the gardenia flower in his palm before it fell down.

Just these two steps were as painful as killing him, his brows were slightly raised, a little sad, and when he looked up, the person who threw the flowers had disappeared.

"Here." A clear voice came from behind, and the tone was full of laziness, like a wandering young man who inadvertently brushed the tip of the dog's tail grass over the tip of his ear when he was riding a horse.

Su Yi'an turned around and saw a man by the window where he was standing just now.

Like a daytime meteor falling from the sky, it fell in front of him with fiery fire and life force.

He was at a loss, his heart beating like a drum.

His lips moved, wanting to say something, but he looked at the sharp and stern face, and suddenly covered his chest.

palpitations.

Zhong Teng saw him fall slowly with his hands on his chest, and his whole body turned pale with fright. He hurried over to embrace his slowly falling body, took out a jade porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill, stuffed it In his mouth, "Swallow it!"

Su Yi'an was really obedient, and swallowed the pill.

He was half lying in the arms of the strange man who broke in suddenly, and he could feel the strength of his arm muscles. Zhong Cheng looked at him intently and asked, "Do you feel better?"

This scene is very strange.Su Yi'an nodded, only then did he feel scared, and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you here to kill me?"

Don't blame him for thinking too much, Zhong Teng was dressed in black, even if he had lifted his veil to reveal a handsome face, it couldn't conceal the stern aura around him.

Holding the gardenia in Xuxu, Su Yi'an suddenly understood why those scholars whose souls were seduced by foxes and ghosts were so stupid.

It is really difficult to control the color that imparts to the soul.

The author has something to say:

The prince was dumbfounded, a little bookish, and laughed mercilessly

The poem in the article is written by Yang Wanli, about gardenias.

Originally, I only updated one chapter today, but... let's continue on the sixth day after all the words have been released

Not surprisingly, these worlds are all hell.