Feng Junchi kept moving his hands and said lightly: "If the heaven lets it live, it can live without roots."

Mu Sheng turned his head, looked at his cold and perfect side face, thinking about what he said. Is he talking about himself?

If God let him live, then no matter what, he can live well?

Thinking of this, Mu Sheng squatted down, not afraid of dirtying his hands. He leaned over and helped him press the soil he had just buried. In a short while, Canna stood steadily in the soil without anyone helping him.

Feng Junchi looked at her.

She smiled: "What's wrong?"

When she asked this, she pressed two more hands, and the wood control supernatural power silently applied to the rootless canna.

Canna is a perennial herb. As long as it is a plant, it is a 'wood'. You can also see it next to the wood character of the plant. It has the ability to control wood and can naturally control it.

At this moment, she didn't understand her intention very much, so she subconsciously thought about living the canna.

Feng Junchi shook his head and said it was okay.

Then, I picked up a "string of red" without roots and planted it.

Mu Sheng also helped to press the soil and plant it well.

The two of them planted all the rootless flowers and plants in one piece. The maids hurriedly came over with something that had cleaned their hands. Mu Sheng walked to one of the copper basins of water to wash his hands.

Feng Junchi washed his hands first. He had not washed them yet. Seeing that Mu Sheng had washed, he was about to wipe his hands with a veil. He pulled Mu Sheng's hand over and carefully wiped them dry one finger at a time. There was still no expression on his face.

Mu Sheng also let him wipe her, and she looked at him, and as she looked at her, she smiled: "I suddenly felt a little worried."

Feng Junchi lowered his eyes without any expression and wiped his hands slowly and carefully. Hearing this, he raised his eyes to look at her.

Then Mu Sheng pulled his hand back from his cold and biting hands and took the veil from his hand. While she continued to wipe her hands, she smiled at him like a flower and said, "Let me rest assured."

Feng Junchi frowned.

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Four days later, Nan Yuan accepted his fate and watered the flowers and plants planted by his master. These flowers and plants have been planted for four days, without roots, and they have basically withered.

But when the canna was poured to the foot of the wall, he was stunned.

Strange, why are the other flowers and plants dead? Only this canna is still green and quite lively?

Yesterday he discovered it, thinking that the canna would just die a little later, but another day has passed, and there is no sign of withering...

After staring at Canna for a long time, she was sure that she was right and did not look like she was withering. Nan Yuan put down the watering scoop, lay on the ground, and carefully pulled a little bit of soil from the side to see.

Seeing that there seemed to be a little root inside, he immediately blinked, thinking that he had read it wrong.

The maids and servants in the yard looked at him like this and all came over to see him curiously. When they saw the situation of canna in the soil, they couldn't believe it.

"Did I betray?" Nan Yuan still rubbed his eyes.

The maids and slaves stared at the very small roots growing in the soil, and hesitated, "It seems that they have really grown..."

Then Nanyuan got up and rushed into the house, reporting to his master.

Feng Junchi didn't believe it, so he came out to see that the canna had indeed grown a little bit and was alive. His cold eyes were stunned.

Nan Yuan was overjoyed: "My Lord, the resurrection of something that must be dying is a good omen from heaven!"

The maids and servants knelt down one after another, congratulating each other, and said it was a good omen, saying that everything would go well in the future and turn bad luck into good luck.
Chapter completed!