The king and queen

the ancients called the police the king of the flowers, and the yao huang the king of the police, and the queen of the police.

"yo wong wei yu" has almost become the name of the police.

with regard to the king and queen of the flowers, there is a legend: "p", when the tang dynasty was told, there was a child in the mountain of the police who was a poor family, whose parents died early, who lived on firewood, who loved it so much, who fell for it, who always had to take care of the branches, water, etc., and who never destroyed a single one.

the children go up the hill every day to chop wood and pass by a stoneman on the hillside.

the stoneman was standing here from some point of view.

as he went up the mountain, the child hung a bag of dry grain over the stoneman's hand and said, "seize it, brother stone." when i came down the mountain, i took it down and laughed, "i'm going to eat if you don't eat it!" it was rare to meet a living person in the mountains to fetch firewood, and the children were very close to the stoneman and sometimes spoke to themselves about what was in his heart.

at the beginning of the day, young children grew up as young children at the age of 17.

one day he finished a round of firewood, as he had done, and when he went down the mountain he went to the stoneman for a break.

when a young woman emerges from behind the stone, he is surprised.

the child turned around to leave, but the girl stopped him and told him that she was a flower girl, alone, and wished to be with him for a hundred years.

"we've been together for a long time, we've never met, we've been unsure, we've been unproven.

besides, i'm poor.

follow me.

you'll suffer." and the woman said, "couldn't the stone be a matchmaker and a witness on the mountain?" if we are married and we work hard, we'll be fine." the child still refuses: "can the stoneman and the mount of pyramid prove it?" i didn't think the stoneman would say anything, "i'll be the matchmaker, so say yes." come on, the stoneman has a rocky bead in his hand: "take it, it's called a plumb.

the children were shocked and pleased to receive the pearls from the stoners, and worshiped the stoners again and again: “he is willing to mediate, god willing, i have promised.” the flower girl laughed.

and the qur'an and the qur'an were moving away, and the stones told them, “this is a pearl, which you two have converted into, and every day you have to be in your mouth for a while.” otherwise, you'll split up." the kid was busy asking, "why?" the stoneman said, "call me in a hundred years." say it and stop talking.

a hundred years have passed since spring winter.

children and girls are all white and pale, but strangely, they are still strong and strong, even though they are over a hundred years old.

children go to the mountains every day to collect firewood, and flower girls carry out household chores at home, and both live in peace and happiness.

on that day, the child came to the stoneman again and said, “big stone, a hundred years have passed, can you ever ask me again why do we have the jewels every day?” the stoneman really opened his mouth: "my brother, that jewel is a one-ball zhen dan, and you can live for a long timethis police mountain." he said, "i really don't want to leave this mountain, but i've got white hair.

how long do i have to live?" the stoneman said to him, “when you go back, you wait for him to have that pearl in half, and you and the flower girl in half, and you understand everything.” the kid came home and said to split it into two, he and the flower girl ate half.

in a moment, the prairie turned into a fairy and the flower girl recovered as a fairy.

when the wind blew, they flew into the sky, and the whole mount of punctuary looked out.

turns out the florist was the purple fairy on the mount of pony.

she fell in love with a hard-working, honest and well-loved baby boy, with a fairy-dam, with a guacamole as a matchmaker, and with a guacamole, rather than suffer a hundred years in human suffering and determined to be a fairy.

the children and the girls rise up to the sky and float down from the air with two yellow and purple handkerchiefs, falling on the ground and immediately turning into two policing units.

a yellow flower, a purple flower, a beautiful flower.

they all say they're the incarnations of the children.

the yellow flowers are the most beautiful, the king of flowers, and the purple flowers are called after them.

yao huang and wei wei wei wei。