On the morning of the third day after returning from the palace, Bu Jinghua got up early. After practicing the exercises to strengthen his body, he casually familiarized himself with it, found a hair tie and tied his hair.

I randomly found a set of elegant blue and white clothes, put them on, and went out for a walk.

Although Bu's garden is not as luxurious as the Rock Palace, it still has a different elegance. The clear lotus pond is filled with lotus flowers that have emerged from the mud and are not stained. It is midsummer now, and the lotus flowers stand gracefully on the water, and the breeze blows.

Come, bring bursts of elegant fragrance, and make those who smell it feel refreshed.

Standing in front of the vast sea of ​​flowers, Bu Jinghua felt unprecedented relaxation and joy for the first time. She closed her eyes and let her soul enjoy it to the fullest. For the first time, Bu Jinghua felt that she was

Free, even the soul is free.

Suddenly, those closed eyes suddenly opened, Bu Jinghua's relaxed expression suddenly tightened, her body tensed up instantly, and she became highly vigilant. The corner of her mouth curled up, and a hint of calculation came to her mind.

Just in time, Bu Jinghua's body turned aside, and then there was a "bang" sound, and an enlarged object fell into the pond, causing countless waves to splash.[

"Wow, it's so spectacular!" Bu Jinghua exclaimed in surprise, but the sneer on his lips had betrayed her, and this was all what she expected.

The swollen object that fell into the pond jumped up a few times, squirted out a mouthful of water with a "pop" sound, then wiped the water on his face, shook his head a few times, and stared at Bu Jinghua with a pair of eyes.

Fortunately, the edge of the lotus pond is still shallow, not enough to submerge the object.

"Good-for-nothing, why are you hiding away? Are you looking for trouble when you make me fall into the pond? Ah?" It was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. The boy had an angry look on his face, which made his otherwise delicate face look a bit awkward.

He looked a bit ferocious. He was Bu Jingwan, the son of his third uncle Bu Jingshun. In my memory, he was not very friendly towards Bu Jinghua. When I met him, he was either a loser or an idiot. It was not because he was any less than others.

Converged at the age of 5.

Under normal circumstances, an eleven-year-old child would not want to bully a sixteen-year-old, because under normal circumstances, an eleven-year-old is no match for a sixteen-year-old. However, the current situation is different.
Chapter completed!