The retreat garden is just a courtyard for Mrs. Liu to raise flowers and relax, and once the peony banquet passes, it will be deserted again.

But Du Qiao, these florists, could not relax.

And after a feast, the guests dispersed, and they had more to finish.

Du Qiao finished the day's work and sat on a bush of peonies for a while as usual.

He is different from those who are forced to choose this line of work for their livelihood, but he really likes flowers. I love the beautiful fragrance when they are in full bloom, and I love the vitality when they grow. He cultivates every flower and plant with great care, as if it were his own children.

Originally, after finishing his daily work, sitting among the flowers, the breeze was blowing, and the fragrance lingered, which was when he was the happiest.

But at this time, Du Qiao was a little absent-minded.

He took out a pearl hairpin from his arms, and what appeared in front of him was the pale and beautiful face of the woman who fell into the water.

Although she wanted him to forget the events of that day, ...... How can that kind of thing, that kind of person, be forgotten?

However, he inquired later, and it seemed that no one had seen the girl at all, except for him.

There was nothing missing from the guests.

There is no one like her who performs during the banquet.

Du Qiao occasionally dreamed back at midnight, and couldn't help but wonder, did he really meet an immortal?

Will the immortals also be in trouble?

What kind of fairy is she?

Du Qiao remembered what she asked him to tell Lord Zhao, what is the jade version of the long thorn?

He knows that there are a lot of jade peonies in this garden, and he still takes care of them himself, but how can peonies have thorns?

Peony that becomes an immortal?

"Hey, what a beautiful pearl hairpin. ”

A crisp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded beside Du Qiao, and the pearl hairpin in his hand was also taken.

Du Qiao hurriedly turned his head and saw a girl in a pale green dress, smiling and playing with the pearl hairpin that he had taken from him.

"Obi, you scared me. Du Qiao exhaled.

Oubi is fifteen or sixteen years old, young and beautiful, delicate and lively, and is the girl ring in this retreat garden.

Du Qiao has a good heart, and when he encounters something that can be helped, he will generally help, and Ou Bi also remembers his feelings, and he is familiar with it when he comes and goes.

Obi knew that he would sit here for a while every day, and he would come here on purpose, occasionally bringing a pot of wine and some snacks, drinking and enjoying the flowers together, and sometimes just sitting and chatting together.

Ou Bi will tell some interesting things in the garden, gossip between the little sisters, Du Qiao can only say how to plant flowers, but Ou Bi also listens to it with relish.

Gradually, I became a little more intimate than others.

"It's that you're thinking too much. Ou Bi shook the hairpin in his hand and said with a smile, "Who are you thinking about?

"Don't talk nonsense. Du Qiao's rare face straightened, and he stretched out his hand to ask for the pearl hairpin, "This is a gift from the immortals, don't be offended." ”

"Immortals?" Obi opened her mouth wide, "What immortals?"

The immortal gave him a pearl hairpin...... What is it?

Du Qiao didn't want to mention it, so he said casually: "Flower fairy." ”

Ou Bi was even more unhappy, and snorted, "What flower fairy? is it a wild flower demon who doesn't know where it came from?"

If she was unhappy before, Du Qiao would probably nervously try to make her happy.

But now he couldn't say anything about the water fairy, and he didn't know where Ou Bi's anger came from, let alone how to explain it, so he just scratched his head helplessly.

Ou Bi was so angry that he threw the pearl hairpin to the ground, "What stinky thing, is it rare to be an aunt and grandmother?"

Du Qiao is even more inexplicable, just now he said that he was beautiful, but now he says throw it away, why is this girl's temper so strange?

He bent down to pick up the hairpin, and when he looked up again, Obi was gone.

Du Qiao: ......

Forget it, I'll apologize to her next time we meet. He thought.

Ji Xiaoduo felt that Zhao Mingxuan was simply sick.

I didn't come for a few days, and as soon as I came, I asked her if she was secretly in contact with Zhao Mingrong.

Ji Xiaoduo could only ask back: "How can I contact me secretly, excuse me." ”

Is there a phone or an Internet here? I don't know how many times I have to turn my hand to send a message, how can I make secret contact? Do you use brain waves?

Zhao Mingxuan thought about it to herself, and she really didn't have a chance, but she didn't feel even more bad in her heart.

He snorted, "I didn't meet or communicate, but one of them wrote poems and the other painted portraits, which is really a concubine." ”

Ji Xiaoduo: ......

Ni Mei, can she still control what Zhao Mingrong is doing in her own house?

Zhao Mingrong drew a jade version, and Zhao Mingxuan came to ask her, if Zhao Mingrong painted a queen mother, would he Zhao Mingxuan want to go to heaven?

Ji Xiaoduo sighed: "Don't worry, if Zhao Mingrong and I really have that spirit rhino, we escaped together last time." The eldest prince should worry more about his own family affairs. ”

Zhao Mingxuan listened to the first half of the sentence and there was still a spark in his heart, but in the second half of the sentence, he suddenly felt a little more inexplicably empty-hearted, "You know?"

"Isn't the whole city aware?"

Zhao Mingxuan looked at her carefully.

Ji Xiaoduo was still sick, he came suddenly, and he didn't dress up seriously, so he was dressed in homely clothes and lazily crooked on the soft couch.

I really don't see any emotion.

It's like just casually answering a sentence, and I don't even have a heart.

Zhao Mingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "You're not angry?"

"What am I angry about?" Ji Xiaoduo blinked, "Oh, if Grand Prince Zhao needs it, I can also be angry." ”

...... What kind of nonsense is this?

Zhao Mingxuan grinded his teeth.

"After all, the customer is ......" Ji Xiaoduo coughed and swallowed the word "God" back, "The customer's request is the first thing." Say whatever you want. If you want me to be jealous, I can do that. ”

Although he felt that her tone was strange, Zhao Mingxuan still understood what she meant.

She is the one he bought, and naturally everything is based on him.

Fart!

How could a cheap prostitute dare to talk to him like that?

But seriously, in addition to this, she is indeed very obedient.

Stay in Baihualou honestly, no quarrel, no jealousy, no trouble, very worry-free.

This is also one of the reasons why Zhao Mingxuan still wants to come from time to time even if he is choked by her every time.

But...... In other words, he was just a customer to her.

Zhao Mingxuan was unhappy, and suddenly asked, "What did you do when you and Mingrong were together?"

Ji Xiaoduo knows a fart.

She blinked, and guessed uncertainly, "Bard right?"

Zhao Mingxuan's face sank, "You ask me?"

Ji Xiaoduo simply spread his hands, "Forget." ”

Zhao Mingxuan stared at her gloomily.

Ji Xiaoduo said: "When people die, they will always forget something." You see, I'm dying again this time, haven't I forgotten something?"

Forgot something?

Zhao Mingxuan was clear, of course, he meant that she would never mention the Liu family after that.

At this time, she said that she had forgotten, but she was obviously reminding him that she had "died" in the Liu family's retreat garden.

But he is going to marry the daughter of the Liu family.

Zhao Mingxuan's anger was vented inexplicably.

He hugged Ji Xiaoduo, kissed her, and said in a low voice, "I will compensate you." ”

If only I could give cash. Ji Xiaoduo thought.