Two flowers bloom, each with one branch.

On the day Xie Muzhi left Wen Mansion, Xie Shiyilang was having a good chat with Wen Sanlang. He was not prepared for his friends and unknowingly told a lot about himself and his ninth cousin.

"I saw my uncle pulling out a box of the little girl's clothes before, and I was wondering. My uncle doesn't have a daughter, so how could there be so many such clothes? Guess what," Xie Shiyilang said mysteriously, deliberately paused for a moment, trying to smear Wen Sanlang's appetite.

However, for Wen Sanro, although it has not been seen for a long time, it does not prevent him from knowing Xie Shiyilang. He just smiled calmly and did not ask questions, but just looked like he listened.

Shiyilang was indeed not disappointed, but continued to say with great interest: "It turned out that it was my Ninth cousin's clothes! Ninth cousin was in poor health when he was a child. My uncle always treated him as a girl after hearing the words of a Taoist priest! Later, Ninth cousin became famous and changed back to men's clothing..."

This anecdote has been in his heart for a long time. Mrs. Xie has kept it very well for her son's sake, and he dared not say it everywhere. Now that he has met a friend he trusts, he can finally tell such an interesting thing! Hehe, I wonder what his ninth cousin looks like in women's clothing?

Wen Sanlang was a little surprised after hearing this. He didn't expect that there would be such a story. The appearance of Mr. Xie Jiu couldn't help but appear in his mind. Although he had only met one time, his charming posture, like a jade tree in Qionglin and a banished immortal in the sky, is undoubtedly unforgettable.

If such a person is wearing women's clothing, it seems that it is not inconsistent. It will even make women all over the world feel ashamed, right? What kind of peerless charm is it...

Thinking of the warmth on his face, Wen Sanlang came to his senses in Shiyilang's confusing gaze and pretended to be calm and lowered his head to drink tea.

"Third Young Master, thank you, Mr. Eleven, it's time to have a meal." The maid who came in to remind her was pretty.

Xie Shiyilang suddenly remembered: "Have my ninth brother and the others finished the talk?"

The maid was stunned: "Young Master Xie Jiu left the mansion in the afternoon."

Xie Shiyilang: "...what, what?" He widened his eyes, "Didn't Brother Jiu come to see the Epiphyllum? It's not time for the Epiphyllum to bloom now, right?"

Wen Sanlang said lightly: "Shiyilang is probably remembering it wrongly, and there is no flash in the Wen Mansion."

Xie Shiyilang: "..." He felt that his IQ was despised.

...

Prince Yong’s Mansion, study room.

Mr. Zheng looked indignant: "The Chief Wei Dao is indeed hateful! He exploited half of the silver for disaster relief in Tongzhou! How many others are left to the hands of the people?"

Murong Zhao raised his eyes: "Have the account book been sorted out?"

"Yes. Thanks to Mr. Xie Jiu." Mr. Zheng said gratefully.

Murong Zhao actually felt a strange pride and pride in his heart. He coughed lightly and made many arrangements with Mr. Zheng to impeach Wei Changdao.

After Mr. Zheng left, Murong Zhao spread out the paper, grind the ink and lifted the pen, but it did not move for a long time. It was not until the ink dripped on the snow-white rice paper and a trace was leaking that he suddenly woke up, lowered his face, and placed the pen aside.

A breeze blew by, and the wind chime in front of the window sounded softly. Murong Zhao stretched out his hand, grabbed it in his hand, and subconsciously stroked the small word "Fu" on it. This word was not engraved correctly, and there was a little less on the left. Murong Zhao discovered it only after recognizing the word.

Maybe it was because that person had been staying in the imperial kitchen since entering the palace and had never learned to write? He also learned later that the imperial kitchen was strict and not as relaxed and generous as she acted.

And whenever I think of this, it hurts his heart. This person is worthy of the best in the world.

——Murong Zhao rarely remembered the past. At that time, his biological mother had passed away and no one was raised. She was obviously a prince, but she was not as good as an ordinary eunuch. The only aunt who was willing to stay and take care of him was cautious because she was worried that he would be assassinated by someone who accidentally went to dress him up as a girl, allowing him to live silently in the corner.

He grew to eight years old. In this glorious and solemn palace, like moss in the shadows of the corners, he always looked around with vigilance, fearing that he would be ruthlessly eradicated. He lived in a daze and helpless every day, and there was no one around him except for his aunt who would always complain about and complain.

——Until he met Muer. At that time, he quietly called her sister Mu in his heart. She was the only sunshine in his dark memory, and even the god he looked up at. They met under the tree, and the man looked down at him from above. His clothes were simple and had no pendants, but his eyes were as vast as if he had a whole world.

She always says things he doesn't understand, and there is a cunning light in her eyes; she can tell many strange stories, but it makes him obsessed with them; she is so bad that she always likes to tease him in different ways; but she is so good, telling his aunt everything she never says, telling him what the world looks like, and telling him how to defeat the obstacles in front of her.

In just a few months, he had a whole world. The only world of him and Muer.

At that time, his only wish was that Muer would have more free time, so that they would have more time to be together.

...

After dinner, Wang Ren came to report: "Your Highness, the gardener came to report that the Galing Epiphyllum will bloom in about half an hour. If your Highness wants to appreciate the flowers, the slave will continue to give this order."

The Gallin Epiphyllum is different from other Epiphyllum. It has a shorter flowering period and can only bloom for one hour at a time. If you are not careful, you will miss it.

"Where is Mr. Xie Jiu?" Murong Zhao's heart was soft when he remembered the man's shiny eyes when he mentioned the flash of Ga Ling Epiphyllum.

"Uh... the Ninth Master may be too tired and has already rested." Wang Ren lowered his head and tried his best to reduce his presence.

...

When Murong Zhao walked into the room, Mu Zhi was sleeping.

The young man had elegant eyebrows and black hair. He seemed to have not had a good rest for a long time, and there was a faint blue-black look at him. At this moment, he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his mouth slightly bent, his breathing was long, and he was indescribably peaceful and beautiful.

Murong Zhao stayed by his bed for a long time, finally sighed and turned around and went out.

——He couldn't bear to call him up.

Forget it.

Turning around and out, he ordered people to call a gardener who came to cultivate the Garing Epiphyllum: "Is there a way to delay the blooming of this flower?"

The gardener was stunned and didn't understand why the Lord had such a thought: "The short-lived bloom of the Galin Epiphylla has always been in line with the times..." He thought about how to dissuade the Lord from this idea, but he shivered under Murong Zhao's cold and sharp eyes.

"...I have heard a way to use a thousand hangover mixed with acacia powder and water the roots of the cereal flower, which can delay it from blooming for several hours." The flower craftsman said the method unwillingly. That thousand hangover is worth a thousand gold if it is worth a thousand gold. How precious is it? It is really useless to delay the flowering period!

Murong Zhao's meal, a precious thing like Qianhangover, was one of the gifts he had found for his father's birthday party two months later. With his current financial resources, it was not easy to get such things again.

only……

"It's so good. Let Wang Ren go to the warehouse to collect the materials needed."
Chapter completed!