Ruan Ling smiled: "What do you want to see, just tell me, I can bring it to you." ”

"There is only a limit to what you can bring." Meng Po said lightly.

"If you can say it, I can bring it."

"Really?" Meng Po rolled her eyes, "I want to see the starry sky." ”

“…… You can't bring up anything beyond my ability. ”

"It's obviously your waste wood." Meng Po snorted.

"You mention another simple one."

"Then I want this yellow spring to be full of flowers." Meng Po said.

"Flowers?" Ruan Ling subconsciously looked out.

Huangquan is a place where there is no grass, not to mention flowers, even a cactus is not a single cactus.

She thought for a while, took out a black seed from her arms, handed it to Meng Po, and said, "Although I can't make the Yellow Spring bloom, I have a seed here. ”

"What seeds?"

"Seeds of flowers." Ruan Ling said, "You plant the seeds, water them in the morning and evening, and one day, they will definitely bloom." ”

"Really?"

"Yes. The day the seed blooms, that is the day you will be able to go out. Ruan Ling's smile was clear.

Meng Po took the seed, stared at it silently for a while, and asked, "Can it really bloom?" ”

"Really." Ruan Ling said.

"Okay, I'll plant it and wait for it to bloom." Meng Po got up from the ground and went to find the flower pots.

The little Meng Pozhuang is a mess.

Ruan Ling said, "Do you want to boil some Meng Po soup?" ”

"It's okay to boil soup, but ......" Meng Po glanced around, "The pots and pans haven't been washed......"

“…… I'll wash it. Ruan Ling said, "But before that, can you let Lord Qin and them go first?" He went to the underworld for something. ”

"Tell them to hurry away, don't get in my way!" Meng Po waved her hand impatiently.

Finally willing to let go.

Qin Jingrong nodded gratefully at Ruan Ling, and led Wang Cuifen and the other souls through Meng Pozhuang to the underworld.

The task is finally accomplished.

Ruan Ling breathed a sigh of relief, rolled up his sleeves in the evening, and cleaned all the pots and pans in Meng Po Village, put the furniture in place, swept the floor, and wiped the tables and chairs spotlessly.

Meng Po turned her head to see the clean room, "You are good, little girl." I really want to leave you and cook and do my laundry. ”

Ruan Ling ignored it and asked, "What do you want to eat?" I'll cook for you before I leave. ”

Meng Po thought for a while: "You can do it, there have been no ghosts passing by recently, and no one has brought me vegetables." ”

Ruan Ling went to the kitchen by himself, and in the end, he made mapo tofu and cooked two bowls of clear water.

Ruan Ling sat opposite Meng Po, one bowl of noodles per person.

Tell her to eat clear water noodles and tofu every day, she may be even more crazy.

No wonder Meng Po is depressed.

After eating the noodles, Meng Po threw down her chopsticks and went to fiddle with the seed.

She planted the seed in a pot, and when she was not satisfied, she dug it up again, planted it at the door, and surrounded it with a circle of stones.

Like a baby.

Ruan Ling cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, wiped the table clean, walked outside, and said, "Meng Po, I should go back." ”

"Go, go, remember to bring me something delicious tomorrow." Meng Po waved her hand happily, "Don't crab, although it tastes delicious, it looks too ugly, which really affects my mood when eating." ”

Apparently the mood has improved.

Ruan Ling responded with a smile and was about to leave, but she heard Meng Po ask her again: "By the way, little girl, I forgot to ask you something." What kind of flower is this? Is there a name? ”

Ruan Ling thought for a while: "There is a name." ”

"What's it called?"

"Manshushava."