1792: C1792 Fructus Crataeniae

C1792 Fructus Crataeniae

An old gardener cut a purple cherry and gave it to Yuwen Qingge.

"These people usually don't say a word. Even they rarely communicate with each other. Who would've thought that …"

Bo Yunfei sighed.

"Sigh …"

Yuwen Qingfeng sighed softly.

"What do you mean?"

Bo Yunfei was confused.

"I'm fine..."

Yuwen Qingfeng bit his lips and did not explain.

"Thank you …" "Thank you …"

Yuwen Qingge was stunned when she saw the old gardener suddenly hand over Zi Ying. After two seconds, he stretched out his hand to receive it.

The stooped old man smiled at her, a benevolent smile gathering in the wrinkled corners of his eyes.

"This flower is so beautiful …"

Yuwen Qingge still wanted to say something to him, but she didn't know what to say.

The deaf old man seemed to understand her words, and the smile on his face became more affectionate. The corner of her lips slightly moved, and a hoarse voice came out from her throat.

"Thank you …"

Yuwen Qingge expressed her gratitude again.

The old man nodded, then turned around and left.

Yuwen Qingge looked at his back as a wisp of mist appeared in the corner of her eyes.

The deaf and mute old man must have seen the sorrow on his face and sent her flowers.

When he smiled at her, she read the words in his eyes.

Warmth flowed in Yuwen Qingge's heart, her eyes were filled with steam as the tip of her nose slowly turned red.

"Miss Yuwen, quickly follow me."

Yuwen Qingfeng saw her standing there with her head slightly lowered. With a slight shock in his heart, he hurriedly shouted to her.

"Don't worry about me..."

Yuwen Qingge raised her head and looked at them. The mist was covered with a thin layer of mist, and her vision was slightly blurry.

"The castle is so big. What if you get lost?"

Yuwen Qingfeng joked casually.

Bo Yunfei, who did not make a sound, felt that he and Yuwen Qingfeng were related by fate.

A sister, a sister.

Yuwen Qingge sniffed and wiped her eyes without thinking. She held a bundle of purple cherry blossoms and walked slowly towards them.

At this moment, the sun was shining. When the light sprinkled onto her face, its fine fur was covered with a layer of soft light.

Yuwen Qingge didn't want Yuwen Qingfeng and Bo Yunfei to see the difference. She tried her best to control her emotions as the mist in her eyes slowly rose under the sunlight.

"Don't say it, these flowers are really beautiful."

Yuwen Qingfeng pretended not to notice the faint trace of scar at the corner of her eye and his gaze fell on the purple cherry on her hand.

"Of course, these flowers only grow here. They don't grow anywhere else."

Bo Yunfei interrupted.

"Is that so?"

Yuwen Qingfeng was in disbelief.

Even if the purple cherry was hard to survive in, it wouldn't only grow in one place.

"Check the Internet if you don't believe me."

Bo Yunfei saw that he didn't believe him, so he replied with a raise of his eyebrows.

"What's the name of this flower? "It looks like a purple cherry blossom..."

"Sakura."

"Sakura?" What a poetic name. "

Yuwen Qingge lowered her head and was pleasantly surprised.

"It was said that the first lady of the castle took it."

Bo Yunfei continued to explain.

"She must be a beautiful lady."

Yuwen Qingfeng blurted out.

When Yuwen Qingge heard this, she glared at him in annoyance.

"No, she's not beautiful."

Bo Yunfei shook his head.

"Then she must be very attractive, otherwise …"

"Shallow."

Before Yuwen Qingfeng could finish his sentence, Yuwen Qingge interrupted him.

"Aren't I joking?"

"..."

Yuwen Qingge glanced at him, grabbed the cluster of purple cherry blossoms, and continued moving forward.

Bo Yunfei followed suit.

Yuwen Qingfeng glanced at Luo Ying Lin, who was not far away, and followed with a smile.0

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