Prosperous advisors

Chapter 364
Mu Qingyi looked at Rong Jin, thought for a while and said, "Let's ink lotus." In fact, Mu Qingyi originally liked the precious green peony, which is graceful and luxurious but not elegant and refined, it is the famous family of chrysanthemums.But now Mu Qingyi felt that the gorgeous Moju was even more enchanting.

Looking at her beautiful face, Rong Jin smiled happily, then suddenly flew into the air and rushed towards the place where the most expensive chrysanthemums were placed under the stands under everyone's surprised eyes.Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, a black shadow flitted across the room, and when he regained consciousness, Rong Jin had already stood on the stand again.In his hand was a pot of enchanting black chrysanthemums.

Ordinary black chrysanthemums are called black chrysanthemums, but most of the flowers are dark purple, but the pot of black chrysanthemums in Rong Jin's hand is even more different.It is also dark purple but closer to black, and the petals are also ordinary, and the ink chrysanthemum is more slender and colorful.It lacked the dignity of ordinary Moju, but it was more luxurious and enchanting.It complements Mr. Yunyin in a black brocade suit holding it, making people wonder whether to look at flowers or people for a while, it is as beautiful as a famous ink painting drawn by a famous artist.

"Qingqing, does it look good?" Rong Jin carefully placed Mo Ju on the table in front of Mu Qingyi, and asked with a smile.

Mu Qingyi nodded slightly, looked down at Mo Ju on the table, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Rong Jin's miraculous move caused chaos in the meeting room below.It turned out that the pot of black chrysanthemums that Rong Jin had chosen was the one that was most popular at this year's Chrysanthemum Tasting Festival.The owner of this pot of black chrysanthemums is an old man who loves chrysanthemums and is well-known in Pengzhou. Seeing that the black chrysanthemums he carefully cultivated are taken away so lightly, is it okay?I was in a hurry with the prefect on the spot.

When Buy Yutang saw the pot of black chrysanthemums on the high stand, he couldn't help but feel a headache.Although he is a parent official in Pengcheng, he can't afford to offend any of these people.But the old man's precious heart, liver, and lifeblood were taken away by someone, so he had to speak up.I had no choice but to personally accompany the old man to find Mr. Yunyin for a theory.

"Don't touch my flowers!" As soon as the old man stepped into the stands, he saw that Sun Zeling who was sitting on the side was about to touch his delicate flowers with his big palm-like hands, and immediately rushed over with an angry roar.

The speed was so fast that even Yutang was taken aback, the old man's feet are really like the wind.

"Tell you not to touch it!" Seeing that Sun Zeling's paws were still moving forward, the old man immediately slapped Sun Zeling's hand that opened without hesitation.Sun Zeling was also angry immediately. He was a dignified general, and he lost all face when he was scolded by this skinny old man in public!
"Why can't this general touch it? This general wants to touch it!" After speaking, he stretched out his hand to pinch the petals.Sun Zeling is a warrior, and he doesn't have any compassion for flowers and plants. He said he came to participate in the flower fair today, but he came here for Buyutang's sake.

"General Sun." Mu Qingyi hurriedly raised her hand to push his hand away, and said with a slight smile, "General Sun calm down, this old man also has good intentions."

Sun Zeling frowned unhappily and said, "What good intentions? This old man clearly looks down on this general!"

Mu Qingyi smiled and said: "This ink chrysanthemum is poisonous, it's fine if General Sun just touches it a little bit, but if I pinch it now, I'm afraid it will be very bad. This old gentleman is probably worried that the general's attack will not be serious, so he is in a hurry to stop it." of."

"Poisonous?" Sun Zeling changed color, glared at the old man angrily and said, "Old man, what do you want to do with a pot of poisonous flowers?"

The old man cast a disdainful glance at Sun Zeling, and said proudly: "Isn't the poisonous flower a joke? Besides, the old man has already indicated that the flower can only be seen from a distance, whoever told you to take it away without saying hello." Ignoring Sun Zeling's indignant mother, she turned around and looked at Mu Qingyi with great interest, "You girl has some knowledge, how do you know that these words are poisonous?"

"The younger generation was once lucky enough to see such a black chrysanthemum. It is said that this flower is called "Mo Yao". Now it is not in its prime, it is as big as a peony, and its enchanting posture is rare in the world. In addition, this flower is full of flowers. Any plant can be used as medicine, but the petals are highly poisonous." Mu Qingyi said softly.

The old man looked Mu Qingyi up and down for a while, then nodded and said, "It's extraordinary for a little girl like you to have such insight."

Mu Qingyi smiled and said: "Senior's ridiculous praise, Yun Yin is rude, please forgive me." Saying that, he respectfully sent the whole pot of black chrysanthemums to the old man.Rong Jin curled his lips in displeasure and said, "Don't Qingqing like it?"

Mu Qingyi smiled gently and said, "It's not easy to cultivate this pot of black chrysanthemums, so it must be the treasure of this old man's heart. Why do you want to win people's love?"

Rong Jin snorted softly, "Isn't he here to sell at the flower fair?"

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "Boy is arrogant, who said that the old man is selling it? The old man is not short of this money, even if he is short of money... he will not sell it!"

"Is that for showing off?"

The old man smiled triumphantly: "So what? Besides the old man, who else in this world has the ability to raise such a good ink demon? Little girl, don't you think so?" Mu Qingyi nodded with a smile, "What the old man said is .” This is not a compliment, this chrysanthemum is not easy to grow, and this Mo Yao is more than ten times harder to raise than ordinary chrysanthemums.Back then, the Gu family also had a Mo Yao plant. Under Gu Xiang's meticulous care, it still withered before the flower fully bloomed.It also made Gu Xiang sad, and only lamented that this famous flower was not destined for him.

"Love showing off was struck by lightning." Rong Jin spat out coldly.

Mu Qingyi sighed helplessly, and secretly tugged at Rong Jin's sleeve to signal him that enough was enough, in case the old man got angry, it would not end well.

Next to him, Qian Ling who had been snuggling in Wei Wuji's arms suddenly said, "Wuji, this flower is so beautiful."

Wei Wuji smiled and said, "It's really extraordinary."

Seeing that he didn't express anything, Qian Ling bit the corner of his lips, and said softly: "Wuji, I...I want this pot of black chrysanthemum, can I?"

Wei Wuji hesitated for a moment, before he could speak, the old man turned his head and said sternly: "No!" Do you think the old man can't hear him when he whispers?

Wei Wuji looked down at Qianling in some embarrassment, "Qianling... why don't we look at other things?" Although Wei Wuji was the richest man in the world, he didn't want to win favors from others, especially an old man who thought he was over sixty years old.

Qian Ling, who has always been obedient to him, seemed surprisingly stubborn this time, shaking his head and said: "No... I just want this pot of black chrysanthemum. Wuji... Please..." Tears began to flow again as he spoke. His eyes were rolling, and there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes.Obviously this time it's not about being coquettish to win Wei Wuji's attention, but that this pot of ink chrysanthemum is really important to her.

Wei Wuji frowned, somewhat puzzled why the always considerate Qian Ling was so stubborn to grab something from an old man under such circumstances.Qian Ling didn't seem to notice his embarrassment at all, but stared fixedly at the pot of ink chrysanthemums on the table, and whispered softly: "Is this the ink demon? It's really... so beautiful."

(End of this chapter)