Chapter 008: Lotus Leaf Rain, Smartweed Flower Wind, Autumn Regrets of Several Red Branches (Eight)
How can one be certain that it was not Lady Xia who bestowed the name upon her daughter?
The adoptive father has always been fighting on the battlefield for the Great Wu, how could he have the opportunity to name her? When the adoptive sister was two years old, he did receive an imperial decree to return to the capital, but unfortunately, before he could reach the capital, he was framed as a traitor and had to flee to Shu... Neither father nor daughter had the chance to meet each other. The name Linghua was most likely given by Xu Anren to avoid drawing attention to his adoptive sister.
Huan Yan vaguely called out "Mother," and then heard someone beside her calling: "Huan Yan, Huan Yan, I am Zhi Jie and Tu Shu."
Huan Yan said: "It's nothing much, it seems I saw my mother."
Xu Zhiyan has a solitary and calm temperament, often associating with people from outside the ordinary world, and is particularly close friends with Master Jingde, the abbot here.
Xu Zhijie hurriedly took a step back and smiled apologetically, saying: "You are awake? Are you feeling better? Second Brother always says you have been sleeping quite soundly, but it seems he was deceiving me. You were mumbling something in your dreams."
Originally, with a smile, Huanyan detected some implications in the words, "So, what about now? Are they... together?"
Huan Yan was taken aback, only then noticing that Xu Zhi Jie was wearing plain clothing
Or is it another figure in my memory that is so vague it seems as if it never existed
This name is quite elegant and serene, unlike the name given by General Xia.
No. A trace of gloating flickered in Xu Zhijie's eyes, "Originally, my mother said she would arrange their marriage, but the day before yesterday, my great-grandfather passed away, and the palace is busy preparing for the grand funeral of the emperor and for my father's ascension to the throne. Who still has the time to attend to their marriage?"
Xu Zhijie asked: "What dream did you have?"
Xiao Xun leaped down from above the cabin, and the boat continued to move forward steadily, hardly trembling at all
Xu Zhijie fell silent for a moment and sighed: "If Aunt Yin were still here, I fear Linghua would not dare to be so excessive. How could she forget that Aunt Yin not only nursed her but also abandoned her own daughter to flee thousands of miles when the Xia family was in trouble... I truly cannot understand her. Could it be that she really likes Third Brother that much? Anyway, I see that Third Brother never seemed to care for her in the first place."
When Huan Yan encountered trouble, seeing Xu Zhi Lan already climbing up to her, he knew it was difficult to salvage the situation. He stopped Xu Zhi Jie from rashly speaking out to help, and only secretly devised a plan to instruct the executioner's servant to show mercy.
It is said that when her adoptive mother gave birth to her, there were unusual signs; for several consecutive days, she dreamt of colorful phoenixes dancing. On the day of her delivery, she even dreamt of a flying phoenix entering her embrace, and shortly thereafter, she gave birth to her. During the war, letters were scarce, and when the good news was sent, her husband was not immediately convinced, so she first gave her a nickname, calling her Feng'er
She frowned
Huan Yan opened her eyes and saw Xu Zhijie’s enlarged face close to her and the book.
This is the Ci'en Temple in Dongcheng
"Feng'er, Feng'er..."
Indeed, listen to the flowers
Huan Yan said: "What have I ever murmured about? Perhaps I was just talking in my sleep!"
He paused in silence for a moment and replied: "General Xia has saved me from peril on several occasions, and I will certainly not allow his daughter to suffer even the slightest injustice"
Xia Qinghuang smiled, wiped the corners of her eyes, and said, "Are you also willing to say something serious?"
Xiao Xun patted her shoulder and thought, "I heard that she is called Linghua in the Prince's residence"
Is it her mother calling her