MTL - The World of the Pirate Consort-Chapter 202
To this day, Qi Luosi, pharyngeal. Farewell. The sails vanished, and the waves were like snow.
The Minjiang River was full of sails and wind, and went alone in a cloud. "
I have no signature, but the handwriting recognises it clearly as Mo Xunhuan's handwriting. When she lived in the house of Ye Wuyao, she had read his writing. Although the handwriting is flying, the pen is sharp and free, like countless self-confidence and tenderness.
Lone in a cloud, lonely in a cloud. Secretly whispered to the poem, in his heart, he traced a trace of desolate joy.
Does this mean that he is not dead, he will not die?
He hurriedly walked to the car, and among a bunch of flowers, saw a pot of flowers, which was a pot of clear lotus.
The lotus flower has drawn out sharp corners, and it is faintly seen that the verdant lotus bud has a thick ink-like luster on the top.
Yes, if it were not for Mo Xunhuan, who would have such a lotus.
He stood in front of Mo Lian in that way, remembering the scene when he faced a pool of Qinglian in Yimai Kingdom that day. The peerless enchanting man stood in front of Merlin, who he had nurtured, and begged her, and she took his heart as a joke, and laughed hysterically.
She still remembers the words he asked before he untied her: That day, have you ever loved me? After asking, he didn't dare to listen to her answer, because he knew he didn't have her in his heart at all.
I still remember that in the palace that day, he said to her: Secretly, do you hate me?
Do you hate him?
I seem to have never hated.
To him, only regret and heartache.
"Ms. Jiang, is this flower going to be moved to your yard?" The boy who sent the flower saw Selin staring at Mo Lian for a long time, and asked with a smile.
He squeezed Su Yue in his hands tightly, and said lightly, "Well, all moved to the courtyard, neatly arranged!"
Yan Ye stepped forward without a smoke and said leisurely: "Sir, who sent the flower, you can't just move it to the courtyard casually, in the case of poison, that would be incredible."
He raised his eyes and looked at the smokeless night, said lightly: "It will not be poisonous, rest assured, move to the yard!"
The servants of Xiahoufu immediately moved a cart of flowers to the courtyard where Seser lived. An entire cart of flowers filled the yard.
I was still in the early spring. There were two pear trees in the original courtyard, with a white pear blossom, which looked pure and fresh, and it was also very beautiful. Now, all of a sudden, with so many flowers, it immediately took the style of a pear tree.
This is not a pear tree pressed by a begonia, but a courtyard of flowers pressed by a pear.
The bright sun rises, and the bright light shines on the flowers. The blossoming flowers exude fragrance, the subtle fragrance of the courtyard. Attracting fans and pendants, and Ling Tingling exquisitely passed through the flowers, like a few happy flower butterflies.
No smoke at night, holding his hand, wearing a white coat, walking lazily through the gorgeous flowers, he squat for a while to see this flower, and then crouched down for another flower, and then stretched out his hand again Touching the flower, there was a sigh of admiration in his mouth, and a faint smile on his lips. As if the flower was for him.
I just know what he thinks, I'm afraid he only knows it.
Seorei took the pot of Molin down from the car, raised his hand and gave the delivery young man a little silver, and smiled, "Thank you, may I ask you to send the flower to a young man? Is it handsome? "
The young man nodded and smiled: "Yes, to be honest, the baby is really beautiful, and it is a bit better than a woman!"
He whispered and said with a smile: "Thank you very much!" He told the men in the house to lead the man who sent the flowers away.
She walked slowly into the courtyard with a flowerpot and walked through the flowers. Seeing Ye Wuyan walking in a leisurely step, his lips slightly hooked, and smiled, "Zi Mi, but can't move flowers, how can you let your lady do this kind of rough work!"
Zi Mi heard the words, smilingly came to pick up the flower pot in his hands, and said quietly: "Forget it, I have moved, there is no need to change hands." In other words, carrying the flower pot straight into the house like a treasure Go on.
Moe lotus is a flower in summer, and it is impossible to survive in the yard, so she moved molian into the house and put it on the windowsill. It can shine in the sun, and the room is warm.
He gazed at the buds of that lotus flower, and walked slowly to the side without smoke at night. He said disapprovingly, "Why, I like it so much! Isn't it just a pot of flowers? As much love as I can?"
In that tone, there was a strong acidity in how you listened.
Glancing at the smokeless night, he sipped the water in a cup, poured it carefully into the pot, and said lightly: "Of course I like it, which woman doesn't like flowers! Look at the pendants and purple fans, as well as the delicate and delicate, Look at them dancing in the flowers, you should know! And, you may not know, this flower, or a new variety that others have cultivated for me, have you seen the lotus flower in black? No, this flower Yes."
After all, Seir instinctively glanced at Ye Wuyan secretly, and saw that his originally smiling face was quickly stained with dark haze, and even the narrow narrow phoenix eyes were no longer shining. Alas, it became dark and dull.
"There are still people who cultivate flowers for you, who is that person?" Ye Wuyan Xuan raised his eyebrows and asked with a bit of teeth, "It's really a caring person!"
"You don't need to know it!" Secretly murmured Molian in the flowerpot again, and said lightly.
Ye Wuyan said with a light smile: "Only in this world, there is only that kind of sloppy flowers, and the wandering talents will send flowers to please women. I am not interested in knowing who he is? However, I feel weird, only Women only like flowers, so how do you like flowers, shouldn't you like swords? Hurry up, I'll give you a sword, how? "
"No, my crescent scimitar is a sword, and you do n’t know, I only use soft blades. The crescent scimitar is the most suitable. Besides, I didn't say that I am elegant. , I'm a vulgar woman who likes flowers! "Said Seiryingly with a smile.
Squinting at night, his face became darker without smoke, and he stood up and walked out of the courtyard, wearing a dark-colored dress and walking through the flowers. The clothes are fluttering, reflecting the bright sunlight, and the charming charm is endless.
Yan Ye's smokeless face turned dark again, he walked slowly to the flowerpot, touched the buds of Molian, and smirked a bitter smile. The planting in the pot was indeed lotus, and the person who gave the flowers was really elegant. How could he have never thought of giving flowers before, sighing sighingly, only to feel that there was a breath in his chest.
In fact, Ye Wuyan has already faintly guessed who the flower sender is from the expression of Seiya, Ye Wuya and Helian Aotian have already had enough headaches for him, and another Mo Xunhuan has emerged!
He got up and walked slowly into the courtyard. Ming Zhuozi and 娉 Ting put the soft chair in the flowers. He sat in the flowers leisurely, admiring the flowers in the courtyard. The hem of the white clothes was embroidered with large silver flowers, which fluttered in the wind, making the horns of the clothes look alive.
He laughed leisurely: "It's good, it's like being in a fairyland."
Ye Ye.
The night-smoke-free house was lit with soft lights. He reclined on the couch, and there were three figures standing in the room, iron flying, cloud light and Feng Mian.
"Feiyang, how is Mo Xunhuan? Can you find out where he is?" Ye Wuyan asked lowly, and these days, Tie Feiyang has been searching for Mo Xunhuan's trace in secret.
Wu Tiefei raised his eyebrows and said: "He has been quietly taken to the sea by Lan Ting. I guess they are searching for good medicine overseas. However, I am afraid that his son-in-law is difficult to heal overseas."
Yan Ye stared at it without a smoke and thought quietly, saying quietly: "No need to stop them. A small country like Yimai Island will not pose a threat to South Vietnam."
"Lord, why did you say that Mo Xunhuan wanted to send flowers to his wife, and he was not afraid of his whereabouts and was captured by us? Isn't this a self-throwing net?" Tie Feiyang asked in confusion.
Yan Ye Wuyan glanced at Fei Fei Yang and said lightly, "Fei Yang, if you truly love a woman, you will understand why he did it!"
Yun Qing turned his head frantically, looking at Tie Feiyang's cold face, the puzzled expression, could not help but chuckle and laughed: "Buried flowers, when you will no longer bury flowers, knowing that flowers are spent, you will understand! Huan didn't want his wife to think that he had given his life to save his wife's life. He didn't want his wife to live a lifetime with such guilt, so he sent flowers to tell his wife that he was alive! However, Mo Xun Huan is really elegant. You say, if I learn his tricks, will I be able to restore Qianer's heart? "
Wu Tiefei snorted coldly and said, "I dare say, if you send flowers, Feng Qiang will definitely treat the flowers as poisonous flowers and burn them all."
"Not so much !? But that demon girl might really do it!" Yun Qing mad suddenly looked bitter.
"Feng Mian, don't develop mechanical springs these days, you also learn to cultivate some varieties of flowers, such as Molian, Momei, Moju, Molan ... and so on." Ye Wuyan turned to Feng Mian and said .
Feng Mian was dumbfounded, it took a long time to respond, and smiled lightly: "Lord, I am studying the spring, I am not studying the flowers. Besides, it ’s still dark, you know, the dark flowers It's rare in the world, how easy it is to develop this. Not to mention three or five years, I am afraid that some people will never cultivate it in a lifetime. "
Yan Ye no-smoked his eyebrows, and asked for a long time, "Really difficult?"
Wu Fengmian and Tie Feiyang nodded in a frenzy.
"But since Mo Xunhuan can be cultivated, I can't cultivate it without reason!" Ye Wuyan caressed his chin with a thoughtful look.
Out of the window, the night was just right. The bright moon hung in the sky, shining the hazy light on the bare tree that gave birth to a few young leaves. Ye Wuyan couldn't help but think of the flowers in that courtyard, I wonder how it would give birth to a picturesque, misty floating moon in the misty moonlight.
