My Little Mom is the Richest

Turning around and looking at the handwriting on the banner, the familiar male voice in his head slowly overlapped Feng Xueyang's face, and it was Mu Qiu that the man who spoke. When I walked to the side of the pool, I held a handful of water into the entrance. The warm water flowed into the bottom of my heart, dispelling the cold from the whole body, and the fragrant fragrance filled my heart and spleen. Sure enough, it is the mid-winter season, how can there be lotus flowers blooming so vigorously, and the flower is purple, it is not owned by ordinary lotus, it must be the legendary four-season lotus. Legend has it that the Four Seasons flowers are extremely precious, and they can only survive if they are raised by spiritual blood. The blooming situation of the flower depends on the aura of the keeper. If the aura is not enough, not only will it not bloom, the flower seeds will also be contaminated and cannot grow. However, there is a tacit understanding between the grown-up flower and the flower owner, as long as the flower owner is around, no matter what the environment is at the time, it will be in full bloom. However, if the flower owner has an accident or stays away, no matter how others water and raise it, it will never bloom, and will gradually wither as the flower owner weakens, and eventually die with the owner.

Caressing the tender lotus petals, Mingyue Jun thinks that the water is warm and comfortable, and there is a strange fragrance in the water, like plum and orchid, lotus and chrysanthemum, jasmine and osmanthus, rose and peony... Infused with the fragrance of thousands of flowers. The fragrance of thousands of flowers should be extremely difficult to blend together, even if they are blended in one place, it will only make people uncomfortable. But this scent is different, fresh and elegant in the richness, sweetness and intimacy with Gaojie and alienation, the lingering fragrance lasts for a long time, just like a naughty girl who is playing hide-and-seek when you are about to catch it. , I smiled and smiled and walked away. When your heart is itchy, I don’t know when the girl has grown up, elegant and graceful, graceful, but more respectful and heavy, I only dare to look far and don’t dare to obscure. Play.

Who will be the owner of this four-season lotus flower? Whose blood can have such aura that makes this square acre, that is, without the installation of the earth dragon, and the pool of the hot spring, can it still be hot in the middle of winter and snowy night? Whose blood can have such a spiritual energy, so that a pool of water that should be tasteless is overflowing with fragrance? Whose blood can have such a spiritual energy, raising a pond of purple lotus, swaying by Ping Ting, more enchanting than enchanting, more refined than immortals? Will it be Mu Qiu? But why do all these auras make people feel a unique charm of women? It wouldn't be Mu Qiu, then... would it be the woman talking in his mind? who is she? Why is it called "His Royal Highness"? What is the relationship between her and His Royal Highness? And why does the dialogue between her and Mu Qiu frequently appear in his mind?

Shaking his head that was about to explode, Mingyue Jun stood straight and walked in. The gate square and the courtyard are connected by a white jade path, and there is still pool water around. When you reach the middle section of the jade stage, a white jade pavilion is erected, with eaves hanging on the corners. With the silver bell, where it supports the wind, the bell dances with the lavender gauze tent, vaguely there is a person lowering his head and playing the piano. Slowly stepping forward, suddenly the person stroking the piano stopped the sound by pressing the strings with one hand. He raised his head and smiled and said, "Come and try!"

The voice was low and elegant, Mingyue Jun looked at the man's smiling eyes, black hair and white clothes scattered in the wind, like flowing clouds and elegant, like a pure moon, Huaguang Wushuang. Walking to the man in a daze, the man gave up half of his position to let him sit down, raised Mingyuejun's hand and placed it gently on the strings, gently encouraging Mingyuejun to try.