Chapter 1258 The Bo'er girl in my heart and the real Bao'er girl
Zhongkun came to Luomei'an today, indeed much earlier than the previous few days.
But I don’t know if I don’t understand the market, or if these men were in the same urgent mood as him, Zhongkun found that there were actually many men waiting to see Miss Baoer in the small attic in front of Luomei Temple.
But it was still early to open the attic in Luomei Temple.
Zhongkun reached into his sleeve in silence.
There was an exquisite white porcelain clean bottle inside.
This clean bottle is actually a magic weapon. After he pawned the monk's cloak, he used all his private money to exchange it for.
His storage ring containing a huge spiritual stone has been on it for a long time, and there are only these things he can take on now.
The clean bottle has a delicate and elegant shape, a uniform glaze and thin body, and the firing method is very particular.
The best thing is to insert the flower tree into this clean bottle, and the flower tree can bloom in an instant.
According to the weapon refiner, no matter how expensive or difficult the flower trees are, they can bloom as long as they are inserted into this bottle.
Even if the three mulberry sacred tree in Guixu is inserted, it will still make the sacred tree bloom.
Of course, Zhongkun knew that it was impossible for the three mulberry sacred tree to bloom, and this must be the bragging of the weapon refiners.
Because people with some common sense know that whether the Sanmura sacred tree blooms, when will it bloom, or even what color of flowers, it only depends on the Emperor of the East.
Could this bottle still command the Emperor?
However, when buying the bottle, he did use several fairy grasses that are difficult to bloom to show. Sure enough, all of them bloomed without exception, with a clear and pleasant fragrance of flowers.
Zhongkun knew that such treasure vase-like magic tools were actually for alchemists.
The alchemist uses this to collect flowers that are difficult to bloom for elixirs.
But he felt in his heart that this treasure was very suitable for Miss Baoer.
In Zhongkun's imagination, Miss Baoer should be a fairy dressed in white and has extraordinary knowledge. She would often sit in front of a table by the window, with books and tea placed in front of her.
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Zhongkun imagined that when Miss Baoer saw it, she put the vase he gave on the eucalyptus table, which contained the flowers and plants she liked.
The flowers and plants she liked didn't love to bloom very much in the past, but now, Miss Baoer can appreciate the beauty of their passion when they bloom at any time, and Miss Baoer's mood will also become happy.
At that time, she would never forget to ask: "Who is this person who gave the vase..."
Just as Zhong Kun was thinking a lot, a harsh sound of noise interrupted his beautiful thoughts.
Zhongkun quickly raised his head like all the men and saw the hunchbacked waiter who would appear on time in this small attic every night.
Without hesitation, Zhongkun quickly threw the white porcelain bottle in his hand into the attic.
When he threw it away, the hunchback waiter just picked up a full dustpan and poured it into the basket.
The basket was almost full, and Zhongkun's white porcelain bottle was thrown into the basket without any bias.
His behavior did not attract the special attention of the hunchbacked waiter. His bottle with high hopes was soon buried in a pile of colorful treasures and could not be seen.
Soon, everyone had finished the treasure. The hunchbacked waiter swept all the money in the attic into a basket, then brought the small door of the attic, and went to the backyard with the infatuation of the men in the world.
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The men outside are very clear about the process, and this is the most tense and critical moment.
Every night, Miss Baoer would choose one of the men who gave gifts to spend the night together.
Everyone was waiting for the result tonight with a nervous mood.
I don’t know if I was in a hurry, but Zhongkun felt that the waiting time tonight was particularly long. He seemed a little irritable and subconsciously glanced at Luo Mei’an’s closed door several times.
Some thoughts of trespassing arise in my mind.
He didn't dare to do so, he was worried about abrupt beauty.
He couldn't bear to leave.
It took about half an hour before the small wooden door in the attic was pushed open again in the harsh sound of "creaking!"
As usual, Aunt Huazhi appeared in the attic.
Her gentle and beautiful eyes fell on the many men downstairs, but she did not immediately stretch out her finger to choose anyone.
Zhongkun sensitively realized that Huazhi Auntie was different tonight than usual.
Her face did not have the gentle and charming smile as usual, and the flower on her eyebrows seemed not as bright as before.
Her eyes passed back and forth several times among the men, and occasionally she carefully considered it, as if she was carefully selecting a satisfying purse.
Zhongkun felt his heart jumping into his throat.
Every time Aunt Huazhi's eyes glanced towards him, he could clearly hear his heartbeat.
At this moment, he actually felt the excitement of a new bride waiting for his husband to lift the veil with a scale pole, nervous, expectant, and nervous.
Just as Zhongkun was completely wrapped in tension and excitement, he suddenly realized that Aunt Huazhi's gaze was actually stopped on him.
The moment he met Aunt Huazhi's sight, he felt his heart stopped and there was an unreal ignorance.
All the other men's eyes also turned to the eyes of Aunt Huazhi.
Zhongkun took a step forward in a daze, even his eyes were empty.
But before he could take a step forward, Aunt Huazhi shook her head gently, and her fair little hand tilted to his right.
Then, everyone's eyes turned to Zhongkun's side.
At this time, Zhong Kun reacted like a dream, and it turned out that it was his illusion just now.
Aunt Huazhi was not watching him, but the man beside him.
When Zhongkun came to his senses, the man who was pointed at by Huazhi Danniang seemed to be a little surprised.
He was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly separated the crowd and walked towards the main entrance of Luomei Temple.
Zhongkun frowned and stared at the man who disappeared into the main entrance of Luomei Temple, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"A man like this will be chosen. Isn't God eyebrow?"
A mortal man standing in front of Zhongkun, a young man dressed in a scholar, roared in anger unjustly manner.
This man knew he was an ordinary scholar at the moment of opening his mouth.
Because monks dare not scold God.
The temperament and appearance of a scholar are better than the one who came in, and there is some reason for being angry.
Zhongkun glanced at the scholar and found that the other party had no cultivation, his temperament and appearance were actually better than him.
Even if someone who grew up like this was not selected, Zhongkun lost his temper.
Finally, he looked at the silent door. Like the men who had been waiting all night, he scattered into the lively night market and soon disappeared.
The Luomei Temple became silent in front of it and became like a normal temple again.