Yun Miao was in a very good mood. While pouring tea for Old Lady Luo, she asked, "Grandma Luo, will there be a lot of people at the flower show?"
"That's right. By then, many aristocratic families and nobles will come to Haicheng for sightseeing. After all, Haicheng enjoys the reputation of being the City of Flowers. It is full of bright red and purple flowers all year round, and the scenery is breathtaking. This flower festival will be held in September. The weather will be neither too cold nor too hot, and you can smell the sweet fragrance of osmanthus all over the city." Old Mrs. Luo happily accepted the tea handed to her by Yun Miao.
Luo Qing'er below was filled with rage but couldn't vent her anger.
All he could do was mutter to Luo Ning'er, "How shameless! You're still calling our grandmother 'Grandma'!"
"Grandmother wanted to adopt Yun Miao as her godson, but Yun Miao refused, so she gave in and just kept the title." Luo Ning'er said.
Luo Qing'er's face was grim. "You're just pretending. If you really want to leave the splendor and wealth of our Luo Mansion, why don't you leave? You're even thinking of going to Haicheng with me. Do you think she'd also like to attend the flower show?"
"If you want to attend the flower show, you need your father's consent, and you must be a daughter of the Luo family. She is not qualified yet." Luo Ning'er didn't take Yun Miao seriously.
After all, with Yun Miao's face, even if she went there, which prince or noble would be interested in her?
"Hmph, if she is really so ambitious, I will never let her go." Luo Qing'er sneered.
"It is said that this Haicheng is very close to the capital?" Yun Miao asked again.
Mrs. Luo nodded: "Yes! It only takes one day to get from Haicheng to the capital. It's very convenient." But then she looked up at Yun Miao and said, as if she had thought of something: "Girl, you don't want to go to the capital, do you?"
"I haven't been there yet, so I want to go." Yun Miao admitted.
Old Madam Luo shook her head. "Although the capital is very close to Haicheng, it's a world apart. Haicheng may be rich and have many nobles, but it's still far behind the capital, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money. You can have fun, but don't be too ambitious about what to do in the capital. There are many powerful people there, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed. We can't afford to offend them."
"Yun Miao just wants to go out for fun." Yun Miao smiled lightly, but her eyes drooped.
"Well, that's good!"
At this time, Luo Qihai below said, "My son just came back a few days ago, and I'm going back to Haicheng? Why not leave later? The flower show is next month, so there's still time."
"No, it takes more than ten days to travel from Liucheng to Haicheng, and Qing'er and Ning'er still need to prepare for the flower show. This flower show is extraordinary and we can't be careless. There haven't been so many big names in previous years. Maybe the Luo family can take advantage of the opportunity to rise to prominence. How can we delay such a matter that concerns the future of the Luo family?" said Mrs. Luo.
After hearing this, Luo Qidong stopped trying to persuade her to stay. It was just a pity that he hadn't given birth to a child until late, and hadn't been able to give birth to a daughter, unlike his elder brother...
"In that case, I, your son, wish you a safe journey, and all my nieces all the best. I hope you will make a big splash at the flower show and spread your name throughout Haicheng." Luo Qihai said honestly.
…
Amidst the dense, verdant bamboo forest, a simple thatched cottage stood proudly deep within. Inside the small loquat courtyard, the gates were tightly shut, yet curls of smoke rose from within.
Outside the wooden door, the man in the wheelchair had a handsome face, but his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his deep eyes were filled with a proud coldness. "Master Ming Tian, how long are you going to hide from me?"
The person standing behind the wheelchair was Ye Feng. Without waiting for a response from inside the courtyard, he strode forward and prepared to force the door open.
Who knew the door would suddenly swing open from the inside? A middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and loose robes stood at the doorway, sleepily looking. He glanced at Ye Feng and Mu Lansheng, then yawned, not surprisingly, and said, "Oh, Third Prince, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you right after I moved into my new home."
"Oh, what a coincidence! I've been looking for you for a year, but you managed to move, making it so difficult for me to find you." Mulansheng sneered at the middle-aged man.
Jian Yinzhi, the Taoist priest of destiny, turned aside with a smile and said, "Of course not. Except for His Majesty the Emperor, everyone thinks I'm a demon. I'm so disgusting anyway, I might as well retire!"
"How could that be? I am very happy with you and came here specifically to play chess with you." Mulansheng said frankly.
Who would have thought that Jian Yinzhi scratched his head, looking puzzled: "You went through so much trouble to find me, just to play chess with me?"
"What else?" Mulansheng raised an eyebrow: "What do you think it will be?"
Jian Yinzhi pretended to be confused: "Hehe, I'm not a god, how can I calculate this? It's just that the Third Prince has been very busy in the past year. He dealt with many corrupt officials with the Thunder Wind, and not only was his face very happy, but no one in the court dared to disobey. He suddenly landed in my humble courtyard just to play chess with me. I am really flattered! Come on, please come in..."
He immediately backed away.
The night breeze pushed Mulansheng into the yard.
Looking at Mulansheng's leg, Jian Yinzhi touched his chin in confusion: "This shouldn't be the case! Logically, your leg should be healed! Didn't you meet that person? Why is your leg still crippled?"
"How dare you!" When Ye Feng heard the word 'disabled', he immediately turned sideways and glared at Jian Yinzhi, scolding him.
This guy is too disrespectful.
Mulansheng's eyes were slightly deep, but he was not angry at all. He just said bluntly: "This king has now entered a puzzle and needs the guidance of the Taoist priest."
There was a huge wooden stake in the yard, with a chessboard on it.
Mu Lansheng knew that Jian Yinzhi liked to play chess with himself, so there must be chess pieces where he lived.
"Oh? How could there be a mystery for a man as talented as the Third Prince?" Jian Yinzhi sat down opposite him.
"A year ago, I asked you whether the person who treated my leg injury was still alive? You told me not to reveal the secret, and then you ran away without a trace." Mulansheng said with a cold smile on his face.
Looking across at Jian Yinzhi, he got goosebumps all over his body, and then he looked as if he had suddenly realized something: "Oh, so that's it?" He immediately stretched out his hand, shook his long sleeves, closed his eyes in a daze, and pretended to count with his fingers: "This! Let me calculate..."
Seeing his unreliable look, Ye Feng beside him couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
How could the prince trust this unreliable stuff?
There was talk of someone who could cure the prince's illness, or someone who was destined to be the prince, but none of those things came true.
Nowadays, how can we calculate whether a person is still alive?
really……
Jian Yinzhi opened his eyes again midway through and looked towards the sky: "It seems a bit complicated, let me calculate it again."
As he spoke, he began to wander around the yard, shaking his head and nodding in deep thought.
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