Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

The story begins in Shanmeng's dream—

As soon as Xia An'an inhaled the fragrance of the daphne, she felt sleepy and fell asleep.

When she regained consciousness, Xia An'an felt as if she were floating in a warm and hazy pale golden mist.

In my ear, Shanmeng's gentle and ethereal voice softly rang out, not in a direct conversation, but as she hummed a melodious ballad—"The Spirit in the Wind."

The song has ended, but its lingering charm seems to still echo in this dreamlike space.

"My name is hidden in this song."

Shanmeng's voice, filled with laughter, clearly entered An'an's consciousness: "Let's guess, Flower Fairy Magic Messenger."

"Is the name hidden in the song?"

Xia An'an frowned and began to concentrate on recalling the first line of the lyrics.

Is it an acrostic poem? Or does it contain some hidden meaning?

"Waaaaaah—!"

Just as she was about to start thinking, a familiar, drawn-out scream came from afar.

Immediately afterwards, with a "thud," a heavy object slammed down on the "ground" beside her (if this hazy golden space even had a ground).

"Kukuru?!"

Xia An'an looked down and saw him lying there sprawled out, his little wings drooping, his eyes shaped like mosquito coils. "How did you get in here? And in this way!"

"What a brutal way to enter..."

Kukuru groggily got up, shook his head, and the moment he saw Xia An'an, he felt like he'd found his pillar of support and regained some of his energy. "An'an! Are you alright? Did that Daphne Flower Fairy King do anything to you?"

He looked around warily.

"I'm fine. Miss Ruixiang just asked me to solve a riddle."

Xia An'an's attention had returned to the lyrics.

She muttered to herself unconsciously, "If only I had paper and pen to write down the lyrics and analyze them..."

The moment the thought crossed her mind, it was as if a dream had answered her wish, and the golden light in front of her quickly condensed and solidified.

In the blink of an eye, a sheet of white paper radiating a soft glow and a pen appeared out of thin air, hovering quietly.

What's even more surprising is that the complete lyrics of the song from before have been neatly displayed on the paper.

"Wow! It really happened!"

Xia An'an happily picked up the pen, immediately squatted down, spread the paper on the halo of light that looked like the ground, and picked up the pen to prepare for research.

Kukuru, who was standing next to An'an, became anxious as he watched An'an struggling to think with pen and paper but not making any moves for a long time.

He flew to An'an's side and pointed with his little finger at the invisible space around them: "Hey, you idiot An'an! Why are you still standing there like a fool? Transform quickly! This is the Elf King's dream, there might be some danger hidden here, transform and prepare for battle!"

Xia An'an looked up from the lyrics, glanced speechlessly at Kukuru, and sighed, "Kukuru, Miss Ruixiang's test is a riddle—guess her name. What's the point of transforming if it's just a word puzzle?"

"Huh? Guess... guess the name?"

Kukuru paused for a moment, then pouted, "What's the point of all this trouble! Wouldn't it be simpler to just fight? Maybe if we beat her, she'll behave!"

He circled An'an twice, muttering to himself, trying to get her attention.

"This is definitely a trap! How could the Elf King set such an easy question? She must be hiding in the shadows, preparing to ambush us! We should find her true form first! Or could you try using magic to sense her? Hey, did you hear anything strange? Has the light here dimmed? An'an! Xia An'an!"

Kukuru kept chattering in her ear, spouting all sorts of guesses and alarms, seriously disrupting Xia An'an's train of thought that she had just managed to come up with.

She felt the fragments of inspiration in her mind being shattered by Kukuru's voice.

Finally, when Kukuru emphasized for the nth time that "this is definitely a conspiracy"—

"Kukuru!"

Xia An'an, unable to bear it any longer, raised her hand and gave him a precise flick on the forehead. "Quiet down! Don't disturb my thinking!"

"pain!"

Kukuru covered his head, finally calmed down, and angrily floated to the side.

But looking at Xia An'an lowering her head again, her serious profile with her brows slightly furrowed, she seemed completely focused.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back all the words he wanted to say. However, his eyes kept glancing at Xia An'an and the paper in front of her, and he muttered something silently.

The world is finally quiet.

Xia An'an took a deep breath and focused all her attention on the lyrics in front of her.

"My Chinese is the worst..."

Thinking back to the headache-inducing ancient poetry test that the Plum Blossom Fairy King Nine Thousand Years Old had given her, Xia An'an suddenly felt lingering fear, but then felt a sense of relief.

This time was different. It was because she had experienced the "torture" of the Nine Thousand Year Old that she realized that finding the Flower Fairy King required not only courage and magic, but sometimes also wisdom and knowledge.

So recently, she has been diligently catching up on her Chinese language knowledge. Although her progress is slow, at least she is no longer completely clueless like before.

"Word puzzles...word puzzles are Chinese characters that you have to guess based on clues in the riddle."

Xia An'an recalled the tutoring content, lightly tapping the paper with the tip of her pen, "You can think about it from the shape, pronunciation, and meaning of the characters..."

Let's start with the shape of the characters.

Her eyes scanned the lyrics line by line, her brain working at lightning speed.

Suddenly, her pen stopped at the third paragraph.

"Amidst the shade of trees, bathed in the setting sun, in a layered, beautiful dreamscape..."

Forest, sunset, layers upon layers, is it... a dream?

This was Xia An'an's discovery in the third paragraph. Then, excited by this discovery, she immediately turned her attention to the first two paragraphs.

"The sleeping flowers are quietly blooming, my dear companions."

The second paragraph seems to focus more on the depiction of atmosphere, and the clues in the shape of the characters are not obvious.

She quickly glanced at the first paragraph.

"O spirits of the wind, blow away the clouds and haze."

The wind, the blowing, and the clouds and haze behind—"Haze"—is it a mountain?

Mountain... Dream...

"Mountain Dream?"

She unconsciously uttered the combination softly, her voice so gentle it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating barely perceptible ripples in the space of her dream.

In the real world, in Xia Tong's room.

A knowing yet relieved smile suddenly appeared on Shan Meng's lips. Then she looked at Xia Tong and said, "She guessed it. She's really smart."

Then Shanmeng flapped the wings on her back.

"Well then, I should go and complete the second half of the agreement."

Shan Meng nodded slightly to him, her figure transforming into a golden streak of light, passing through the door and flying towards Xia An'an's room.

Xia Tong didn't follow, but simply watched the light fly away.

On the other side, the stream of light that Shan Meng had transformed into fell into Xia An'an's room. The light condensed, and her elegant figure appeared beside the bed.

Almost at the moment her form completely solidified—

"Well……"

On the bed, Xia An'an's eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

A trace of dreaminess lingered in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by clarity.

She subconsciously propped herself up on the bed and sat up, looking around the familiar bedroom with a somewhat blank expression.

Immediately afterwards—

"Whoa! What's going on?!"

Kukuru, like a compressed spring suddenly snapping open, suddenly took flight with a "whoosh." Dizzy and disoriented, he flapped his wings and hovered, muttering, "Why did I suddenly appear again..."

His complaints came to an abrupt halt, because he and Xia An'an, who had become fully awake, simultaneously saw Shan Meng, who was quietly hovering beside the bed, smiling as she watched them.

Kukuru immediately assumed a defensive stance, flying a little in front of Xia An'an (though it didn't really provide any real protection), his face full of vigilance: "It's you! You're the one who brought us out? The game's over? An'an passed your inexplicable test?"

Shanmeng's gaze lightly swept over Kukuru, who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, as if he were just an insignificant source of noise in the air, before finally settling on Xia An'an's face.

Her eyes shone with genuine and bright tenderness as she looked at Xia An'an and said with certainty, "An'an, you're so smart. You found the name I hid in the song."

Xia An'an's heart beat faster involuntarily, filled with anticipation and joy.

She threw back the covers, stood barefoot on the floor, and looked intently at Shan Meng: "So..."

"so,"

Shan Meng took over her words, her voice filled with solemnity and promise, "Flower Fairy Magic Messenger Xia An'an, I am willing to acknowledge you and form an alliance with you."

Joy, like a blooming flower, instantly filled Xia An'an's heart.

She nodded vigorously, a radiant smile spreading across her face. Without any hesitation, she took out Chun's essence and began to transform.

"Flower Fairy Magician Xia An'an, transform! Love, beauty, wisdom, power coalesce!"

And then—

"Great Popula, the Flower Goddess, I, in the name of the owner of the Flower Codex, forge a pact with you, Mountain Dream!"

The Daphne Flower Fairy King, Shanmeng, has formed an alliance with the Flower Fairy Magic Messenger and returned to her rightful place!

Then, Shan Meng's essence flew into Xia An'an's hands.

An An closed her fingers and carefully held the still slightly warm essence.

She looked down at her palm, then looked up at the empty yet fragrant air in front of her, a smile of accomplishment spreading across her face.