The bright moonlight, the bright flowers and trees, and even the air are bright.
Along the way, there are rows of excavated flower trees, which are placed on the carriage with their roots. The gardener wraps them well before transplanting them to life. Soon, these flower trees will appear in the royal gardens of the North, forming a
A unique and victorious scene. In front, there are some flower trees in full bloom. The gardener has not had time to finish the work, so they still have the destiny to bloom and bloom with their final beauty on the land of the motherland.
Luojia breathed in the fragrance of flowers in the dark night, feeling relaxed and happy. He couldn't help but secretly sigh that the charm of war lies in being a servant. He suddenly stopped and increased his vigilance. There was a buzzing in front of him. In this completely conquered palace, he
We still have to be wary. Although we haven't encountered any decent resistance so far, it's hard to say whether assassins will appear.
He habitually held the sword on his body, pulled it out, and shouted in the direction of the sound: "Who is that?"
The two guards who followed also noticed something strange, and immediately stepped forward with knives. Only a scream was heard, and a man had been caught in front of Luo Jia. Under the moonlight, the little man was wearing an old pale red palace clothes.
The palace robe is very long, perhaps to facilitate movement. She wears a boy's culottes on her lower body, and the hem of the clothes is tied randomly around her waist, which looks nondescript. She is holding a kettle in her hand. The kettle is too big, and she is too tall.
He was short, stooped, and gasping for air.
Luo Jiaqi said: "Ugly girl, what are you doing?"
She opened her eyes wide, and under the moonlight, her big, bony eyes glowed with a faint light, like a small animal.
Luo Jia was startled and frowned. The heat from the kettle came. When he stretched out his hand, it was boiling hot.
"Ugly girl, what on earth do you want to do?"
Childishly: "This is my flower tree, but they want to dig it away. Those robbers want to dig up my flower tree..."
"so you?"
"I want to pour boiling water to death, so that the flowers and trees will not bloom..." Her little face was raised in the moonlight, revealing her little tiger teeth, which were pointed and full of wild hatred and wildness: "My favorite thing is
I like this place. There are five flower trees that I planted myself. I watered them and watched them bloom. However, these flower trees have to be dug up by them. Why should they dig up my flower trees? I hate it.
They, why do they want to occupy my flower trees? I won't let them get it, I will water all the flower trees to death, so that no one can get it..."