I really don't want to be a villain

Chapter 775 Palace Master He Is A Little Tsundere 11
While walking, Lu Qiming was still introducing to Xu Ying, "It is no exaggeration to say that Qinmeiyuan can be regarded as the holy place for our Snow Palace."

"My lord, we can tell from the name of the Snow Palace. The word has the meaning of relying on it, so there is no need to say more about Xue. The Palace Master likes Xue."

"The Palace Master also prefers Lingxue Aohan's plum blossoms, so he specially opened up a yard in Pingxue Palace to plant plum blossoms."

Listening to her explanation, Xu Ying nodded again and again, "Plum blossoms are good. They are noble, strong, and outstanding. They are not afraid of severe cold and stand alone among the flowers."

Lu Qiming's footsteps paused slightly, a smile almost ran out from the corner of her lips, but she was forced to suppress it soon.

She cleared her throat, "I never thought that someone like Wang Ye would like plum blossoms."

In the words, there was shock and surprise, but outside the words, it was nothing more than mocking Xu Ying for not being worthy of Gao Jie's plum blossoms.

Xu Yingquan obviously couldn't understand what she meant, so he only asked with a smile: "Then Xiao Ming, what kind of flowers do you think this king should like?"

He talked to Xiao Ming one by one, but he was very friendly, as if they had known each other for many years.

Lu Qiming's face seemed to be surrounded by layers of dark clouds before the rainstorm, but soon, it seemed that the cloudy weather had turned sunny, and it was a bright smiling face again.

"Peony, the prince must be like a peony, chic and magnificent."

Peony is good, but this word has a different meaning when it is attached to the ignorant fifth prince who eats, drinks and has fun.

The smile on the corners of Xu Ying's lips grew stronger. He really didn't expect that this little girl was really interesting and interesting.

"Majestic..." He lowered his head and glanced at the purple clothes on his body, "It also fits the image of this king. The king announced that the flower species that the king will like in the future is peony."

Hearing this, Lu Qiming only had two words in his mind - ambiguous.

It is too ambiguous.

Frankly speaking, except for Yi Junchu, she has never met anyone who said such ambiguous words to herself.

She didn't know how to answer for a moment, so she could only respond in silence.

Unexpectedly, this silence aroused Xu Ying's curiosity even more, "Then what is your favorite flower, Xiao Ming?"

"I don't have any flowers I like." Lu Qiming raised his head and glanced at the "Qinmeiyuan" plaque above his head, "Here we are."

The entrance of Qinmei Garden is the Moon Cave Gate, which plays the role of framing the scenery. Looking inside, there is a winding path. The rockery beside the road is covered with a thick layer of snow, which is white to the eye.

There were no footprints on the slate road. It seemed that no one had been to Qinmei Garden after it snowed a few days ago.

Thinking about it, since there are not many people in the Snow Palace headquarters, those who have the authority to come here basically don't have the leisure to enjoy the snow.

What's more, Qinmeiyuan is Yi Junchu's favorite, and no one wants to disturb his interest.

There was a crunching sound from the snow underfoot, which seemed particularly abrupt between the silent two.

Lu Qiming led him in, through the Moon Cave Gate, around the rockery, and the plum blossoms in the garden showed their true appearance.

Small tender yellow flowers are adorned on the branches, and there are still some snowflakes on the tiny petals. When the cold wind blows, the flower branches tremble slightly, and the fine snowflakes are lifted up and slowly fall to the ground.

At this time, it is in the flowering period of wintersweet, and it is in full bloom.But the bitter wind last night still blew off countless petals.

"Even Wintersweet, which is proud of the snow and cold in the cold, sometimes won't live until spring."

Xu Ying shook her head, leaned over and picked up a petal, held it up high, and looked at it carefully against the sun.

(End of this chapter)