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Chapter 7: Waiting


"Miss, there is a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not."

Jing Ling rubbed the hairpin in his hand, full of emotion, and said, "You can say it." ”"Miss, you've been ...... lately seems to be particularly concerned about the affairs of the Yin Mansion, why is this?

”"The master of the Yin family is a great good man, and the family died like this, and I feel a little sorry in my heart."

Xianglan nodded, "What Miss said is extremely true. ”Unconsciously, the two came to the flower and plant market.The floral fragrance is elegant, mixed with the aroma of grass, which makes people feel refreshed."

Buy a few more flowers and go back."

Used to make spices, flowers are essential.Pandan answered, and according to Jingling's meaning, she selected a few potted plants and flower seeds."

Miss, is this enough for today?"

Jing Ling nodded, asked around, and was a little disappointed that she didn't see Momei's shadow."

Let's go back first."

Li Junyan looked at the figures of the two leaving, and her eyes became deep.Turning his head and glancing at the stall owner beside him, the woman left a little disappointed after asking what she had just asked."

What did she just ask you?"

The stall owner glanced at him, frightened by the cold aura emanating from him."

Y-You mean the girl who just left?"

Li Junyan was silent, looking at him with deep eyes."

The girl asked if there was a Momei," he chuckled, "how could we have such a noble tree?"

”Before he could finish speaking, the man left, and the little vendor was a little puzzled.Jing Ling planted flowers in the small building of Pure Heart, finished most of it, straightened up and wiped the beads of sweat from the corners of her forehead.Suddenly, I heard the chaotic footsteps behind me, and when I turned my head, I saw more than a dozen subordinates walking in carrying a few trees.Jing Ling was puzzled, and saw Li Junyan coming."

What you want, this king has brought you something."

Momei!

Jing Ling was slightly surprised, and then regained her composure.She didn't believe that this man would give her such a precious tree species for no reason.Li Junyan walked up to her and stretched out her hand."

Relatively, give the bead flower you bought to this king."

Her beaded flowers?

What does he want her bead flower to do?

Jing Ling took out the bead flower and spun it between her fingers."

The pearl flowers of the Yin family's daughter, I bought them because they looked good, I don't know what the prince wants?

For a loved one?

”Jing Ling secretly sneered in his heart, using the things of the deceased to please the beloved woman is too low-level.Li Junyan's thick eyebrows furrowed, and she snatched the bead flower from her hand."

Her stuff, you don't deserve it."

Jing Ling was really speechless.Her own stuff, she doesn't deserve it?

glanced meaningfully at Li Junyan's departing back, and his attention was attracted by the black plum that was being planted on the side.She loved Momei when she was alive, and her yard was full of flowers and trees.Planted in the Rui Wang's Mansion, it can make her feel a little about the days when she is still in the Yin Mansion.She wants to use these ink plums to remind herself all the time that she will avenge the more than 100 lives of the Yin family, as well as the innocent fetus in her womb!

The five fingers are slender and embedded in the palm of the palm, and the pain makes her eyes a little clearer."

Miss, come and see!

All the plums are planted!

”Jing Ling followed the sound and looked at the five bare tree trunks standing upright on the ground, quite desolate and lonely."

Those people just said that it will take some time for Momei to bloom, so Miss doesn't need to worry."

There was no hurry, she waited slowly.Ten years, fifty years.No matter how long it takes, she'll wait.Until Li Yanzhi and the two of them paid their blood debts!

As if sensing her mood at the moment, the birds in the cage kept chirping.Xianglan opened the cage and saw the birds soaring into the air, hovering over the spirit.