A large number of blue mandala flowers stretched as far as the eye could see, and Yan Yihan walked closer to find that these flowers were like a fairy with only life, each of which was bewitching with petals, exuding a unique and charming fragrance.

The maid stood behind Yan Yihan and opened her mouth to say, "Miss Yan, you can't water too much water on these flowers, just water some along the flower stalks!"

Yan Yihan nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you!"

She began to water the flowers seriously, reaching out and touching the petals, she couldn't help blinking her eyes, and it felt very elastic, as if it would bounce up when she touched it.

The maid followed behind Yan Yihan, bewildered by the smile on her face, and one of them couldn't help but say loudly, "Miss Yan, you look so good!"

Yan Yihan turned around and showed a good-looking smile at her, and the maid's face immediately turned red.

Seeing this, another maid quipped, "Miss Yan, don't talk about the young master, even if a woman sees you, she will feel excited!"

Yan Yihan straightened up slightly, and she asked with a light smile, "Really?"

Several maids nodded quickly, proving that what they said was true.

Yan Yihan was noncommittal, looking at the large area of blue, she couldn't help asking, "This flower is so beautiful, why don't you see it sold in the flower shop?"

As soon as these words came out, the smiles on the faces of several maids were a little embarrassed, Yan Yihan was sensitive to it, and she whispered, "Did I say something wrong?"

When several maids saw Yan Yihan say this, they all hurriedly waved their hands, looking like they wanted to say something and stopped.

One of the younger ones looked around, then walked up to Yan Yihan, and said in a low voice, "Miss Yan, do you know the language of flowers?"

Yan Yihan has only heard of and knows the flower language of several more famous flowers, but this blue mandala is so precious, she has never seen it before she came to settle down, let alone know the language of flowers.

Shaking his head, Yan Yihan said honestly, "I don't know the flower language of this flower!"

The little maid nodded as she was, and she said, "When I first came here, I thought that this mandala and the flower on the other side were the same, that is, the kind of flower unique to the underworld, but later I learned that it was not, the flower on the other side is only white and red, and the flowers here are all blue!"

Yan Yihan listened carefully and couldn't help asking, "En, so what?"

The little maid continued, "Then I asked the gardener, and he was reluctant to say it at first, but at last I grinded him for a long time before he would tell me that there are many kinds of mandala flowers, such as purple for horror, black for death, red for blood, yellow for power and strife!"

Yan Yihan felt a not-so-good feeling in her heart, and she swallowed her saliva unconsciously, and she said loudly, "What about blue?"

The little maid looked at Yan Yihan, the expression on her face was a little embarrassed, and she said with a smile, "Blue...... Blue represents deceit, deception!"

Yan Yihan seemed to feel her heart sink with a thud, and a faint roar began to appear in her ears, she didn't react for a while, and stood in place in a daze.

The little maid was a little scared at this time, and she didn't know how to end it with her fingers.

And what Yan Yihan thought in his heart was, why did An Mubing plant so many blue mandalas here, deceitful love, deceive love, what did he want to do?

In my ears was the voice of other maids talking, "Miss Yan, don't listen to this girl's nonsense, there are also a lot of good flower languages in mandala, for example, pink is suitable, green is endless hope, brown is wisdom, gold is happiness, maybe the young master just likes blue, that's why he will plant so much, don't go to your heart!"

Yan Yihan tried her best to make her expression look natural, trying to pull the corners of her lips, she said to a few nervous maids in front of her, "I'm fine, you guys go and busy yourself, I want to stay here alone for a while!"

The maids looked at each other, but at last they said nothing, and turned away with their heads drooping.

Now Yan Yihan is the only one left in the huge garden, she is in the boundless sea of flowers, and suddenly feels that all this is no longer so beautiful, these flowers are the same as An Mubing, and there is a dark connotation under the beautiful appearance.

Unable to mention the nature of watering the flowers, she put the kettle aside and walked deeper into the garden.

She didn't know how long she walked, but she saw a clearing in front of her, where a large tree was planted, with green leaves, and a swing hanging underneath.

Yan Yihan subconsciously walked over there, and when she came to the swing, she stretched out her hand and pulled it, thinking that she could sit on it, so she raised her feet and sat on it.

The swing swayed very little, but Yan Yihan showed a rare faint smile, and she always had an impression in her mind, as if when she was very young, her parents once took her to the park to play, and she sat on the swing at that time.

It was too long and too long, so long that Yan Yihan sometimes wondered if he wanted it too much, so he sketched such a non-existent scene in his mind.

She rested her head lightly on the thick hemp rope at her wrist, and with a smile on her lips, she was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the man who was already standing not far behind her.

An Mubing was dressed in white, standing in a sea of blue bewitching flowers, his appearance echoed the mandala photo, and it was natural.

Looking at Yan Yihan not far away, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an incomprehensible and meaningful emotion in them.

"What are you thinking?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind her, Yan Yihan was startled, and almost fell off the swing, but fortunately, An Mubing's eyes were quick and grabbed her waist from behind.

Smelling a familiar breath between his noses, Yan Yihan's body was a little stiff, and he didn't know how to face An Mubing.

An Mubing put Yan Yihan's body steady, and then took a step with his long legs and sat beside her, now the two of them are on the swing, sitting side by side, Yan Yihan lowered his head slightly, and his hand holding the hemp rope clenched unconsciously.

An Mubing's eyes looked ahead, and he said loudly, "Why do you think so distractedly?"

Yan Yihan's heart was weak, so he said in a low voice, "I didn't think about anything!"

An Mubing didn't speak again for a long time, and just when Yan Yihan thought that this matter was over, he suddenly looked at her sideways, his thin lips opened slightly, and he said softly, "Do you know what the flower language of this flower is?"

Yan Yihan saw his embarrassed face in An Mubing's black pupils, and reached out to clench the skirt beside him, Yan Yihan pretended to be calm, and replied in a calm voice, "I don't know!"

An Mubing looked at Yan Yihan for a while, Yan Yihan only felt that his heart was about to jump out, but in the end he didn't say anything, put aside his face, he looked ahead, and said, "I have to go out beforehand, you don't have to wait for me to eat at night!"

Yan Yihan heard his slightly trembling answer, "Good ......"