Xiao Tingchen hid the osmanthus branch in his arms and turned his head to look for Wu Song and Su Runmo.

These two people read all kinds of ancient books, and their combined knowledge reserves are almost equal to the largest library in Qi Kingdom.

Ask them about the acacia tree, and maybe they'll have some eyebrows.

Su Runmo and Wu Song were sitting in the pavilion of Mingde Courtyard playing against each other.

In the early summer morning, clusters of snow-white gardenias bloom outside the pavilion, and the green leaves are covered with dewdrops, and the occasional breeze blows, sending a cool and sweet fragrance.

The two of them have wide robes and big sleeves, and they are fragrant, and they look so elegant.

Xiao Tingchen stepped into the pavilion, glanced at the trend on the chessboard, and sat down lazily, "You two have leisure to play chess, but I thought about it carefully for me, but I have read the record of the acacia tree in ancient books." ”

Su Runmo stared at the chessboard, "No." ”

Wu Song picked up the chess pieces, "Never." ”

The two of them were concentrating on playing against each other, and they didn't like to take care of Xiao Tingchen's posture at all.

Xiao Tingchen nested fire.

He was angry at Yuan Sheng last night, and now when he meets his courtiers, he is even thrown two stinky faces!

The slender palms of the knobs covered the chessboard.

The curved peach blossom eyes smiled lightly, and his tone was cold, "This game of chess is more important than Lao Tzu's country?" ”

The fine red sandalwood carved chessboard quietly cracked countless cracks.

The chess pieces trembled slightly, and fell from the chessboard to the ground one after another, and with a loud "bang", the chessboard and the stone table were instantly shattered, and a good game of chess was completely destroyed!

Su Runmo and Wu Song were silent.

After a while, Su Runmo pretended that nothing had happened, and said seriously: "Back to the emperor, as far as the minister knows, the acacia tree is made of two lovers. They loved each other, but their families objected, and they were chased and killed on the way to elope, so they hugged each other and died. Their unswerving, life-and-death love touched the heavens, so the heavens turned them into the tree of the connection and named them Acacia. ”

Wu Song lowered his eyebrows, "As far as the minions know, the flowers and leaves of the acacia tree can be used in medicine, and the age of the tree is as high as thousands of years. Chen once luckily saw the appearance of acacia flowers after drying in southern Xinjiang, which is quite similar to the laurel trees in the Central Plains......"

It's on point.

Xiao Tingchen took out the dried osmanthus branch from his arms, "What do you see what this is?" ”

Wu Song studied it carefully for a moment, and was not surprised, "Your Majesty, where did you get this thing from?!" If the minion is not mistaken, this thing is Acacia! ”

Xiao Tingchen did not answer.

He laughed a few times at the void, his eyes glinting with a thick mockery.

It's early summer, and the laurel hasn't bloomed, so no one on this knotted eye has noticed the laurel tree at the end of the alley.

So no one expected that the laurel tree that was revived by Xiaojiu turned out to be the acacia tree!

As long as you sawed off some branches to make a wooden boat, you can smoothly cross the weak water lake and go to the other side of the lake to dig out Sikong Chen's deepest secrets......

Xiao Tingchen calculated slikingly.

It's just that he didn't know if all the forces of Sikong Chen in Jinling City had been uprooted, so to be on the safe side, he waited until it was dark before ordering the dark guards to cut down some lush branches and cut them to make wooden boats.

Mo 13 made the wooden boat himself, sawing wood and muttering, "The mural clearly depicts that the hull of the ship should be painted with virgin corpse oil, and the sail supported by human skin and human bones should be used...... This has no corpse oil and no human bones, can the boat float on weak water......"

The courtyard is brightly lit.

Under the eaves, Xiao Tingchen sat on the circle chair and ate tea, and said casually: "It's just a small lake, it's not as vast and ethereal as the Soul Burial Sea, and it's nothing if you don't apply corpse oil." What's more, even if I really brought you a bucket of corpse oil, how dare you touch it with your guts? ”

Mo Thirteen laughed dryly.

He really didn't dare touch it......

Xiao Tingchen stared at him making a boat, and Yuan Sheng's smiling appearance flashed in his mind.

Fingertips unconsciously rubbed the teacup.

I don't know what that thing is doing now......

Although I hate him, I am used to him chattering in my ears, and he is a little cold when he is not there......

At this time, the small study building of Mingde Academy.

A mysterious girl named Hua Chaojiu, imprisoned in the attic.

There was no moon and no light, she stayed in the dark, her snow-colored sleeves were on the ground, her delicate and snowy feet loomed in the overlapping skirts, and the crow-colored green silk hung quietly on the edge of the couch.

Footsteps rang out on the old staircase.

Not hurried, not slow, through the contempt of teasing the prey.

Yuan Sheng came with a palace lamp and pushed the door open, still smiling and cynical.

He closed the door, hung the palace lamp on the lampstand, and sat beside the girl.

A strand of green silk rolled up with the girl's fingertips, he sniffed it, and couldn't help laughing: "The eldest lady's hair is always very fragrant...... The eldest lady is very fragrant all over her body. ”

The playful tone looks very ambiguous in the dim light and shadow.

Hua Chaojiu's face was expressionless.

Yuan Sheng kicked off his boots and got on the soft couch, approaching her like a big dog.

Although he always had a smile on his face, there was danger in Peach Blossom's eyes.

The candle flame could not illuminate his eyes, and the pair of pitch-black pupils seemed to reflect the cold abyss, and it seemed to reflect the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

The slender palm rested on Hua Chaojiu's slender shoulder, and his voice was gentle and almost dangerous: "Since I was a child, the eldest lady has been the most fragrant and cleanest among us. I still remember the trial of the heavy building...... The teacher personally selected 100 children to enter the ghost prison building, but only one was allowed to survive. The eldest lady is the one who survived, and so am I. But how embarrassed I was when I came out, but when the eldest lady came out, she was clean and bloody...... I like to be clean. ”

He has lived in darkness since he was a child.

The teacher did not give him any preferential treatment because of his bloodline and status, on the contrary, he received more rigorous training than the dead man, and he endured the oppression and cruelty that ordinary children could not bear.

Eliminating dissidents for the teacher and slaughtering all the forces that oppose him, he walked on the edge of the light in a black robe, and carried his hands full of blood and human life at a young age.

The darkness was like an impenetrable net, enveloping him firmly.

But there was a touch of moonlight, bright and bright, quietly illuminating his past path.

He still remembers the day he came out of the heavy building.

He was only ten years old that year.

Covered in blood and staggering out of the heavy building, he stumbled down the steps and gasped for breath, the snow falling in the night, and the silence around him was like a cemetery.

The little girl came with a paper umbrella.

She held a skirt in one hand, her white and tender feet stepped on the snow, the wide robe and large sleeves were clean and dusty, and her cold and delicate little face was cleaner and cleaner than snowflakes.

She walked outside the heavy building and looked at him condescendingly.

She was too young to hide her emotions and not as taciturn as she is now.