Mo Qi tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep.

It's been several days, and every time I appear within three feet of the kitchen, I'm driven out by Ning Xin with a broom. Say no more about trying to cook.

But what else can you do if you don't cook?

Mo Qi couldn't sleep, so he simply put on his robe and went to the courtyard to look at the stars.

Mo Qi propped his head with his hands, looking at the stars twinkling in the night sky, and thought of Nanchen's face from time to time. The way he raised his eyebrows, the way he smiled, the way he frowned, the way he teased her when she was a little civet, and the way he held her and smoothed her with his slender fingers.

Mo Qi grinned and smirked. A faint fragrance was slowly carried by the wind into her yard. Mo Qi wrinkled his nose and sniffed hard. His eyes rolled, as if they were a cool jade hibiscus in a pond.

Mo Qi looked up at the full moon in the dark blue night, and it was rumored that the petals of the eight layers and eight petals of the full moon of the Liangyu Hibiscus would all bloom, with a full light, echoing the full moon in the sky. The breeze sends fragrance far away, and it is very beautiful and fragrant.

Mo Qi put on his robe, tied the belt slightly, and walked towards the pond with the fragrance.

Mo Qi turned a rockery and was stopped by the scene in front of him.

Under the cold moonlight, Nanchen wore a loose purple nightgown, the belt was loosely tied around the waist, and the open collar revealed a delicate collarbone and a small piece of strong chest. His long hair was scattered casually, leaning against a pavilion by the pond, his eyes slightly closed.

The cool jade hibiscus is blooming in large blooms, glowing with a soft pale yellow light, like a pond full of water lanterns. The fragrance of flowers lingers around the pond, giving the scene a touch of fantasy.

Mo Qi didn't even dare to blink his eyes, for fear that in the blink of an eye, all this would be gone. She held her breath, as if she was afraid that the picture would be shattered by her breathing, so she watched quietly.

Nanchen seemed to feel that someone was looking at him, his eyelashes fluttered twice, and he opened his eyes to look at Mo Qi. Only a rockery stands quietly under the cold moonlight. Nanchen glanced at it twice, and slowly closed his eyes again. As if enjoying the beautiful tranquility of this moment, a beautiful smile curls into the corner of his mouth.

Mo Qishen moved towards the courtyard where he lived in a daze. During this period, I made two mistakes, once I somehow drifted to Nanchen's study, and once I shook to Crane Boy's house. was driven out by the crane boy with a red face, and then stumbled back to his courtyard.

Mo Qi sat down at the table, poured a cup of cold tea, poured it down, felt that it was not enough, and poured another cup, but it was still not enough. simply picked up the teapot and poured in half a pot of cold tea.

The tea dripped down the corners of her mouth and onto the placket, leaving a trail of water. Mo Qi raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out. She sat at the table in a daze, and her mind always came to mind the figure of Nanchen leaning on the pillar of the pavilion, and the hibiscus full of pools.

Mo Qi's eyes lit up. I finally thought of what I could do! I could help Nanchen raise flowers! A-Niang said that the vitality of plants and plants is the most tenacious. And Nanchen likes flowers, if he helps him raise the hibiscus in the pond big and beautiful, he will be very happy!

Mo Qi clenched his hands into fists, and it was decided! Tomorrow morning, I will go to ask the little fairy who manages the flower garden for advice!

Mo Qi thought about what he could do, and suddenly felt that a big stone in his heart fell to the ground, yawned, took off his soaked robe, and lay happily on the bed. I felt that the distance between me and Nanchen was one step closer.

Thinking of Nanchen, and thinking of Nanchen's appearance just now, he secretly buried his face in the quilt. Nanchen is really the best-looking male fairy he has ever seen in his life!

Early in the morning of the second day, the little fairy boy who was taking care of the flower garden was still watering the flowers in the yard, Mo Qi quietly walked to his side, and the little fairy child was startled: "Mo, Miss Mo, why are you here?"

Mo Qi touched his nose and laughed: "That, dare to ask what the fairy child is called?"

The little fairy child looked at her suspiciously: "Lan Gong." ”

Mo Qi made a gesture and said solemnly: "Master Lan, please also teach the little fairy the art of planting flowers and plants." ”

Lan Gong hurriedly took a few steps back after hearing this, this Mo Qi didn't listen to Ning Xin's nagging, saying that she had only been to the kitchen for a day, and she was so restless that she almost demolished the kitchen. spoiled a lot of his good spices. Let him get out and not set foot in the kitchen again. This time, she came to find herself, not to prepare to transfer the battlefield and ruin his garden!

Thinking of this, Lan Gong hurriedly shook his head: "That, that Miss Mo, my garden is small, I don't need two people to take care of it together, just me is enough, enough." ”

Mo Qi was stunned: "I didn't say that I would follow you to take care of this garden," thought about it again, it must have been that Ning Xin who said something bad about himself in front of Lan Gong, and that Ning Xin was also stingy, didn't he just knock over a few spices from him: "I just want to learn from you how to grow flowers and plants, and raise a few pots in my own room, talk about it, talk about it." ”

Lan Gong heard her say this, and exhaled: "In this way, then I will teach you." ”

Mo Qi had a small calculation in his heart, and now he must not follow Lan Gong and say that he is going to help Nanchen raise that pool of cool jade hibiscus, otherwise this Lan Gong will definitely stop him. There was a deferential look on his face: "Mmmm, Xiantong said, I'll take a pen here and write it down carefully." After that, he took out a pen and a small notebook from his sleeve.

Lan Gong looked at her posture of humbly asking for advice from herself, and felt that Mo Qi was a knowledgeable person, and usually the little fairy children in this house felt that they were receiving a useless errand, but they were just tending to some flowers and plants, and felt that they were not valued.

Now Mo Qi's humble appearance of asking for advice made Lan Gong's vanity greatly satisfied, and he unconsciously straightened his chest and cleared his throat: "You remember, the first step in raising flowers and plants is to choose good soil, needless to say, the soil in our house is all good soil, which is very suitable for the growth of these flowers and plants......" Speaking of this, he raised his eyes and looked at Mo Qi's notebook and pointed: "Write down, write down, these are all very important......"

Mo Qi rolled his eyes in his heart, that hibiscus grows in water, and it doesn't need soil, but looking at Lan Gong's appearance, it is not good to disobey him, so he has to nod silently and write it down.

Mo Qi dragged his tired body back to his courtyard when the sun was setting.

Mo Qi lay down on the bed, rubbing his sore wrists, this Lan Gong is really preachy. I talked to myself for a day!

Mo Qi took out the small book from his arms and looked through it again. It's not really useful! it's all about soil and irrigation. The hibiscus grows in water, and the first does not need soil, and the second does not need watering!

Mo Qi angrily threw the notebook out.

"What kind of temper are you playing?"

Mo Qiteng rolled up from the bed, looked at the person at the door, and quickly cut his hair: "Why don't you knock on the door before you come in!"

Nanchen raised his eyebrows: "Benjun knocked, you just didn't hear it." After saying that, he walked to the table and poured a cup of tea and drank it.

Mo Qi moved to sit down opposite Nanchen, poured himself a cup of tea, and carefully observed Nanchen's face.

At this time, what was he doing in his room? Could it be that he had been doing nothing all day long, not giving birth, and was discovered by him, and then he wanted to get himself out? Thinking of this, Mo Qi was shocked, and before he could swallow the tea in his mouth, he choked and coughed.

Nanchen gave her a strange look: "Benjun looks very scary?"

Mo Qi tried to stop coughing, and shook his head desperately.

Nanchen glanced at her and raised his hand, Mo Qi looked at that hand a little dazed, as if, as if he was going to smooth his back?

Nanchen's half-raised hand was raised upward, shaking his sleeves twice. The wide sleeves slid down Nanchen's arm, revealing a sturdy forearm.

Nanchen looked at Mo Qi, who was stunned, withdrew his hand, and began to flip through Mo Qi's "Flower Planting Notes".

Mo Qi looked at Nanchen nervously. The slender fingers are distinctly jointed, gently turning the pages between the fingers. Mo Qi's gaze as he stared at Nanchen gradually shifted to his fingers.

This hand used to gently help him comb his hair and gently rub the fluff on his head. Gently touch your nose.

Mo Qi put his hands on the table, slowly lay down, and squinted at Nanchen's hands.

Nanchen finished reading Mo Qi's "Flower Planting Notes", took her eyes off the notebook, and when she raised her head to look at Mo Qi, she was maintaining such an appearance.

The girl's face looked very soft in the dim light, her eyes were half-squinted, and she didn't know where she had gone, her long, curly eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, probably thinking about something very happy.

Nanchen didn't know why, and a sense of familiarity crossed his heart. The hand unconsciously fell on the top of the girl's head, rubbed the broken hair on her forehead, and her voice unconsciously softened: "What do you think again?"

"I didn't think about anything, I just thought about it, you used to rub your ...... like this" Mo Qi closed his mouth and raised his head to look at Nanchen.

Nanchen was also stunned, didn't understand why he put his hand on her head, cleared his throat, and pretended to be calm: "What did you just say about Benjun before?"

Mo Qi stared at Nanchen for a long time, and said dryly: "Hehe, there was some sleepwalking just now, and some sleepwalking......

Nanchen withdrew his hand, was silent for a while, and said softly: "That little civet cat used to like the word 'seven' very much, so I named her 'Little Seven'. ”

Nanchen seemed to be recalling something, and Mo Qi noticed that he didn't say "Benjun" this time, but "me". I remember that he used to often say "I" to his tanuki appearance, but in the face of his human form, he always seemed to deliberately distance himself and called him "Benjun." ”

Nanchen paused, as if he was saying to Mo Qi, and as if he was talking to himself: "If you think about it carefully, you also have the word 'seven' in your name, and your original body ......."

Two drops of cold sweat dripped from Mo Qi's head, and he hurriedly interrupted Nanchen and said, "Oh, you said that, it's because that little civet cat was brought up by me since he was a child, and when he heard others call me from time to time, he was more profound about my name." ”

Nanchen looked at Mo Qi for a while and nodded: "I see." He picked up the note written by Mo Qi on the table again: "I heard Hetong reply that you have been idle a few days ago, and the kitchen of Ningxin will no longer let you set foot in it." Is this another new errand for yourself?"

Mo Qi nodded.

Nanchen put the notebook back on the table: "This time I'm smart, I know that I have to study first." It's okay, follow Lan Gong to study hard, and don't make a mess of Benjun's flower garden. Then he got up and walked out.

Mo Qi said to Nanchen's back: "Don't worry, I will definitely succeed this time!"

It wasn't until Nanchen's figure disappeared into Mo Qi's small courtyard that Mo Qi sat back in his chair and said to himself: "I hope you know that I am that little civet cat." But I'm afraid you know that I'm the little tanuki. He looked back at the beam: "If you knew that I was the little civet cat, would you like me?"