Meng Shaluo stared at the wreath, almost speechless: "Qianye, there are only a few of these vermilion rouge drunken trees in the world, and they are hard to find -" This kind of flower can be viewed and is also an extremely rare medicinal material. How many people ask for one?
Flowers are hard to come by, but Hua Qianye unexpectedly made a garland for Emperor Yu Qi today——
What a sin!
Hua Qianye didn't care much and looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction: "It doesn't matter, we won't need these flowers for the time being. The garland looks pretty good."
Monsaro: "..."
She sighed quietly: "Then can I also have one as a reward?"
Hua Qianye glanced at her and thought for a moment: "Sharo, garlands are worn by little girls. I don't think you are suitable for this."
Meng Shaluo's veins twitched on her forehead. She was about the same age as Hua Qianye, maybe several thousand years old.
Although she is older, she is not married yet, so isn’t she a little girl?!
She subconsciously touched her face. Does she look older now?
Monsaro began to feel seriously unconfident, almost wanting to pull out a mirror and take a look at her.
She is not a very good-tempered person, not to mention that Hua Qianye is still begging her at this moment. She grinded her back teeth and smiled: "But what if I like garlands?"
She didn't believe that for this reason, he still didn't agree to her!
Hua Qianye frowned slightly and sighed: "Okay, since you like it, it doesn't matter if you knit one, but this scarlet rouge drunk is gone, you can make another one of your own, as long as it doesn't delay the refining of the medicine.
become."
Meng Shaluo choked, pursed her thin lips, and looked at Hua Qianye with a half-smile: "I am good at refining medicine, but not at weaving flower crowns. Qianye, we are just friends, why don't you agree to this request from me?
promise?"
Hua Qianye's eyes flashed slightly and she smiled: "It's just a garland. What's the problem? Just go and choose some flowers."
Did he promise to make it up for her?
Meng Shaluo smiled sweetly: "Well, I'll choose. I want to choose the top one."
He glanced lightly at Di Yuqi, with a hint of demonstration.
With her clothes fluttering, she began to wander around the flower garden choosing flowers.
Di Yuqi curled her lips and raised her hand to take off the garland on her head: "I don't like garlands!"
If she wants something unique, she doesn't care about things that are not unique.
Hua Qianye held Di Yuqi's little hand and said, "Xiao Qi, don't be willful. She is a guest, and we cannot lose our hospitality."
Di Yuqi was stunned and subconsciously retorted: "Am I not a guest?"
Hua Qianye hit her on the head again: "Idiot, you are the future hostess of the Dragon Clan Holy Land, what kind of guest are you?"
Di Yuqi screamed: "Hua Qianye, you hit me on the head again! If you knock me silly, I will let you accompany me!"
Hua Qianye smiled leisurely, and her tone was half serious and half joking: "I will pay, I will pay. How about I pay myself to you?"
Di Yuqi: "..."
Meng Shaluo, who was choosing flowers not far ahead, paused for a moment. Naturally, she heard the conversation between Hua Qianye and Di Yuqi, and her heart was filled with unpleasant feelings.
Hua Qianye has always been polite to other girls, with a hint of alienation and indifference in her gentleness.