Ji Xingzhi walked around the coffee table, past the screen, and, as she had hoped, she saw a large pot of Clivia in full bloom on a round mahogany table. ...
Ji Xingzhi approached the pot of Clivia, its leaves broad and thick, upright and deep green, stretching outward like swords. The clusters of blue flowers in her heart were like the pure sky, so clear and bright that they touched people's hearts.
Quiet, simple, elegant and noble, it blooms quietly, like a fairy that has left the world. It can be admired from afar but not touched.
Ji Xingzhi couldn't help but be amazed. It was so beautiful. No wonder so many people wanted to cultivate blue Clivia.
Ji Xingzhi couldn't help wanting to touch the tender flower, but before her hand touched it, a cold shout suddenly rang out from behind her: "Stop!"
Ji Xingzhi's face changed, and she instinctively prepared to look back, but before she could do so, someone grabbed her hand and lifted her body into the air.
"You didn't leave and hid on the roof to trick me in. How shameless!" Ji Xingzhi's face changed drastically. She secretly blamed herself for being too careless. The room was so big, the person must be hiding on the roof. Why didn't she take a look?
The man held Ji Xingzhi's waist and abdomen tightly with one hand and his left hand, and held Ji Xingzhi's right arm tightly with the other hand. He said in a cold voice: "You sneaked into my room, who is the shameless one?"
Ji Xingzhi raised her head and said stubbornly, "If you hadn't been hiding on the roof, would I have come in? Who wouldn't pick up a gold ingot on a good road? Even if they didn't pick it up, they would have said something. Aren't you clearly asking me to come in?"
The man paused slightly and thought to himself: That makes a lot of sense...
"You are such a silver-tongued person. What is your purpose? Tell the truth." The man tightened his grip, squeezing Ji Xingzhi's hand so hard that it hurt.
"Be gentle, I said yes" Ji Xingzhi grimaced in pain. Damn, you hit me so hard, my arm must be bruised
The man relaxed slightly and said, "Speak."
"Let me go first." Ji Xingzhi said.
The man paused, then let go of his hand without hesitation and stood there with his arms folded across his chest.
Because the man suddenly let go, Ji Xingzhi, who was caught off guard, fell to the ground as expected. Fortunately, he landed on his buttocks and didn't feel much pain.
Ji Xingzhi rubbed her butt without much concern, then raised her eyes to look at the man and said, "Didn't you see my purpose? It's that pot of Jun...Zi...Orchid..."
Ji Xingzhi's voice became smaller and smaller, and she was silent at the end. Her eyes widened and she almost blurted out "Oh my God!"
The man in front of him was wearing a black brocade robe with red patterns. He had an upright posture, long hair tied up in a crown, and a wisp of white hair combed down each side of his forehead. His eyebrows were long, his eyes were sharp, his nose was straight, his lips were thin, his features were sharp, and his expression was indifferent. He had the aura of a lord, and he was so noble that it was intimidating.
This is the unique temperament of those who have been on the brink of death for years, the kind of cold and iron-blooded fortitude.
If Xiao Moyan is a banished immortal, he is unattainable and unreachable.
Then, the person in front of me is Shura, who is both awe-inspiring and respectable.
Ji Xingzhi was shocked and stared blankly at the person in front of him. Although she had seen his portrait before, when she saw the real person, Ji Xingzhi couldn't help but be struck by his handsomeness.
That’s right, this person is Hua Yihen.
Legend has it that Hua Yihen could write poetry at the age of three, and was good at martial arts at the age of five. At the age of ten, he made decisions thousands of miles away and pacified the southwest. At the age of fifteen, he led troops to fight and remained undefeated in four years of fighting. At the age of nineteen, he was awarded "Xun" and made a king, which means outstanding achievements.
Now that the southwest has been settled, Hua Yihen has been silent for more than two years. Even so, the people of Huazhou still remember Hua Yihen's achievements. In Huazhou, Hua Yihen is not an emperor, but he is better than an emperor.
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