"I've come to explain the matter of pearls to His Majesty the Woodlands. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info "made a gentle salute to the officials, and Yinyue, who didn't feel neglected, asked a little worriedly: "I don't know if it is appropriate to ask Your Majesty for advice now?"

Now, it's late at night. All the elves in the woodland knew that the elven king after the dinner was not in a hurry, and had not received any diplomatic comers after dark for decades. But Princess Silvermoon is not only a diplomatic visitor, but also a princess of the elven clan......

The official in charge of guarding the gate of the palace thought for a moment, and while sending his attendants to inform the highest official, Dewen, he led Yinyue to the reception hall. As soon as the Elven Princess had arranged for Silver Moon to be treated, Devon, who was in another part of the palace, rode a horse and arrived in person. Neither Yinyue nor the officials could find out where the joy on Wen's face came from. Even more incomprehensible rush of the text.

Stepping into the hall, the highest official of the woodland said with a happy face: "Your Majesty has always treated your relatives preferentially, so the princess will go with me to see Your Majesty, right?"

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Before receiving the news, Thranduil was sitting alone at the edge of the inner garden, looking at the plants swaying in the wind and sighing.

These plants related to Okpa, because of their strange changes in the growth process, are called "weeds" by wise men. Half an hour earlier, he had been asked away by Vernor because of the strange fruit of the alien grass. However, the reason why he wanted to weed and remove the roots of the plants in front of him was not only because he was driven out, but also because of the damage they had done to Vernor for decades.

From the moment they were discovered, they were cared for by Vernor. Even after the Battle of the Last Alliance, when the woodland kingdoms were still in ruins, the multi-tasking Vernorr would take the time to stroke the buds and leaves of their youngsters.

Even when he saw Vernor carefully pouring water on them, Thranduil regretted his decision to transplant them into the inner garden. You know, these are plants related to Okpa, and whatever Fernor does to them is extremely dazzling in Thrandil's eyes. Several times, he even felt that Vernoll was not stroking the plant, but her ex-husband, Okpa.

Thankfully, the never-before-seen plant seemed to understand the wrath of the Woodland King—no matter how much effort Furnor put in, they would die in a very short time. Whenever this happens, Thranduil always shows just the right amount of regret, shaking his head and feeling sorry for them. Of course, he also actually comforted the frustrated Vernor.

For example, not only would he say, "I'll ask the cavalry to ask for a few more plants from Elrond," but he would also bring the plants in the Ringu pots to Vernor when the cavalry returned.

This kind of thing, Thranduil did without the slightest pressure. Although the plants transplanted to the valley have never completely died, it is better to ask the wise men for the ones that are still alive. As far as Thranduil knew, even if they were tended by the wise men of Middle-earth and grew in the valley of the valley, where the seasons were like spring, the plants would not survive to blossom and bear fruit.

Plants that even the wise could not make to bear fruit with all their efforts were destined to die when they arrived at the woodland king's palace. For the sake of Vernor's face, Thranduil endured them until the year of Elrond's marriage to Brian.

In the 100th year of the Three Eras, Elrond not only married the princess Brian of the Horin, but also finally cultivated this strange plant into fruit. Through the grasp of different regional climates, the wise man finally lived up to the trust of the parties and explored the mystery of the growth of different grasses. Seeing that the plants that would only wither in his hands bear fruit that he had never seen before, Vernorr sighed to Elrond with a little excitement: "They never live for a year in my hands, and they die before they germinate." You...... You are truly a wise man for all your part. ”

At that time, Thranduil sighed that it was not good, and blamed himself for neglecting the talents of the wise.

That's right, a plant that could not be raised in the hands of Vernor could blossom and bear fruit in the hands of a wise man. Although it took hundreds of years for the wise to figure out their qualities, there seems to be no mystery in Middle-earth that escapes the eyes of the wise. Not to mention that it is just a plant that has never been seen before, it is only time for a wise man who is proficient in medical science and well-read to make a plant out of his hands, right?

Thranduil glanced at Elrond, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Isn't it good for you to steal the joy of the blossoming and fruiting of plants?"

Jealousy made Thranduil forget why the plants had been sent to the Wise Man, but the Wise Man apparently hadn't forgotten. Bringing them back to Ringu is exactly what Vernoer has been told. Feeling that he could not match the aesthetic knowledge of the wise man, Vernor asked the wise man for help, and the plant was taken away by the wise man who had returned to the valley at that time. With the results, the wise man will of course share them with the help-seekers as soon as possible. Even though he was about to become a bridegroom in three days, Elrond, who was so busy with affairs that he didn't touch the ground, sent the "alien grass" to the woodland king's camp in the Ringvalley.

In addition to a few "exotic grasses" that bear gray and dark fruits, the wise man also gave Vernor a handwritten cultivation note. And the wise man who was praised was not only as humble as ever, but also because of the joy of helping others to fulfill his trust, he did not notice that the elf king sitting on the side was looking at him with raised eyebrows. It wasn't until he gave Thranduil a farewell salute that Elrond noticed that the Elven King's face was a little unpleasant.

At that time, Thranduil was still optimistic that the arrival of the alien grass would only take up more of Fenor's time. But after returning to the Woodland Kingdom, he realized how simple he thought. The first thing Vernor did when he received the herb was not to carefully study the cultivation manual given by the wise man, but to pluck the tiny fruit. Within a few days, the attendants of the inner palace who had hurried to the palace whispered in Thrandil's ear: "The messenger swallowed the strange fruit and began to convuls. The doctors have been helpless for most of the day. ”

She ate the fruit of the alien grass?

Thrandil, who was discussing the establishment of diplomatic relations with the human queen who had arrived to meet him, got up at that time, and hurried away without saying a word of goodbye. Fortunately, Su Linshi, the human queen who came to the meeting with sincerity, was not surprised, but watched the elf king leave thoughtfully.

After Vernore woke up slowly, Thrandil, who felt that the palpitations had finally disappeared, breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted in front of the healers in the woodland: "Are you crazy?

In front of other beings, Vernor never challenged the king's authority. So she lowered her head and silently endured the Elf King's wrath with a gesture of admitting her mistake.