The air in the flower shop exudes a faint fragrance, with a warm and comfortable feeling. This flower shop stands here, and her owner does not seem to care whether the business is good or bad.
There was a woman and two women in the flower shop. One of the women was wearing a brocade robe with three thousand blue silk threads hanging vertically around her waist, which gave people a sense of grace and nobility. The woman was holding a book in her hands, with a smile on her lips.
A smile gives people a warm feeling.
The other one is wearing a long white dress, as gentle as water, giving people a sense of quietness and virtuousness. The two peerless beauties are sitting here as if the flowers in the flower shop are eclipsed. The woman is pruning something, but
There is always a sadness between his eyebrows.
Murong Qingcheng walked into the store with some curiosity and anxiety. Xiaowei followed her. As for the old man who was already guarding the door, it was impossible for Murong Qingcheng to be assassinated inside.
"Welcome, what do you need?" At this moment, the woman who was pruning flowers and plants stopped and smiled at Murong Qingcheng, but there was also a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"Hello, a man in black robe left something for me and asked me to come and take a look, please excuse me." Murong Qingcheng smiled at the woman, and finally said to the woman, of course Murong Qingcheng saw the brocade robe.
As a woman, she nodded politely.
"Wanrou, go and get that thing." The woman smiled, looked at Murong Qingcheng and said with a smile on her lips.
"Okay." The woman turned and walked towards the back room.
"Thank you." Murong Qingcheng smiled.
While the woman was going to get things, Murong Qingcheng also began to look at the layout and decorations here. The flowers here were neatly arranged and divided into categories, giving a very neat look.
Murong Qingcheng looked at the flowers here, and finally focused on the bouquet of roses. Thinking of the roses in his room, there was a smile on his lips. It seemed that he didn't understand anything.
I will definitely find out everything. Before I die, you must not die, never...
"Miss, look quickly, it should be this kind of flower." Suddenly Xiaowei said to Murong Qingcheng, with a hint of eagerness in her tone. She had seen the potted flower once before, so she recognized it at a glance now.
Murong Qingcheng looked in the direction pointed by Xiaowei. It was a pot of red flowers, as red as blood. At first glance, they looked similar to roses, but they had more crystal dewdrops. Even with the current temperature,
It is not very high, but it is impossible to form dewdrops, and what Murong Qingcheng values most is not this but this kind of flower. Although it has the effect of calming and rejuvenating the mind, but...
"Xiaowei, are you sure it's this kind of flower?" Murong Qingcheng said, with a bit of urgency in his tone, and Murong Qingcheng's body even trembled a little.
"One night a few days ago, a man in black appeared here and bought a pot of such flowers from us. But the next day, a man died. It is said that there was a pot of such flowers in his room.
Flowers. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence.” At this moment, the woman who had been reading came over and smiled at Murong Qingcheng.
"Thank you for reminding me, I understand. I have something urgent to do. I'll come back another day." Murong Qingcheng suddenly walked towards the door.
"Miss Murong, why are you in such a hurry? Now that you are here, just wait with peace of mind. It will be fine soon." At this moment, the woman said with a smile.
"Miss Murong, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea? My name is Yun Yun. I'm very happy to meet Miss Murong today." Yun Yun came to the table and poured a cup of tea for Murong Qingcheng.
"Thank you, since you know my name I won't introduce you. By the way, do you know what he left me?" Murong Qingcheng couldn't shirk it when she saw Yun Yun was so enthusiastic, and it was just her guess now.
It's better to sit down and have a good chat.
"It's just a pot of flowers. Maybe you need it." Yun Yun smiled and said, but looking at Murong Qingcheng's eyes there was a hint of smile and a hint of envy. It must be a good thing to find someone who truly cares and loves her.
Murong Qingcheng seemed to see something in Yun Yun's eyes, her face was red as if blood was oozing out, and of course there was a hint of loss and helplessness. What was the relationship between her and Xiao Yan? Why did she care about him so much?
, wood, yes, he is just a piece of wood. Murong Qingcheng hated Xiao Yan again.
Yun Yun seemed to be very interested in Murong Qingcheng, and asked a few indirect questions about Murong Qingcheng. Murong Qingcheng just smiled and didn't give Yun Yun any effective answers. Although Yun Yun was a little disappointed, she was very interested in this gentle and kind girl.
I still have a good impression. In this world, the strong are respected. Some people do whatever it takes to be strong. There seem to be fewer and fewer people like Murong Qingcheng who are independent from the world, but it is this innocence and harmony.
Kind-hearted Murong Qingcheng can attract everyone.
It's just that they didn't know that the woman had been observing Murong Qingcheng while they were talking. The woman felt happy but also had a touch of sadness. This road is not easy, and they don't know how far she can go. I hope disaster can
Arriving later gives her more time to grow.
Time passed unknowingly, and at this moment the previous woman walked out of the back room, Duo Murong Qingcheng said with a slight apology: "I'm sorry, it took a lot of time during the pruning process, but it should be
It will satisfy you.”
In Murong Qingcheng's curiosity, the woman named Wanrou placed a potted plant on the table. It was a white plant, very beautiful.
"A sword is given to a hero, and a precious flower is given to a spiritual master. Let's see if Miss Murong has a connection with this potted plant." The woman said with a smile.
"How can we prove whether there is a destiny between us?" Murong Qingcheng asked curiously.