Chapter 856 Oh, I Believe in the Master

It was not the first time for Meng Ziyi that Xiao Hualing's sudden intimacy had come. Before he knew it, he seemed to be used to this kind of intimacy.

However, there was a knot in his heart that he couldn't untangle, which caused him to be disturbed. He didn't push the painting spirit away, but the beautiful sword eyebrows were slightly frowned.

After a while, seeing that the little demon still didn't restrain himself, Meng Ziyi pulled out his arm, raised his hand to break her head, then straightened her bamboo hat, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't It moved, and the hats were crooked."

Nan Xun smiled and said: "It's only when the master is messed up that you can help me wear Zheng, just like now."

Meng Ziyi slapped her forehead with his fingers, "Naughty."

After finishing this action, he suddenly realized something and quickly retracted his hand. Just as the hand was lowered, Nan Xun consciously re-held his big palm and whispered, "I like to hold the master's hand. The hands, wide, slender, and warm, make me feel at ease when they are pulling me."

Meng Ziyi hesitated for a moment, and the big, rough palm finally held her back slowly, and firmly clenched the cool hand into the palm of his hand.

Little Eight: ! The evil thought value dropped by 5 points!

Niubi I Xun! Grandpa loves this open and hanging life, bahahaha...

At the end of the conference, Fang Yue was selected as the chrysanthemum boy. He was good in writing and handsome, but no one said anything.

"It really is the most handsome elected chrysanthemum boy, tsk, this is the case every year..." One person muttered, this person is obviously a frequent visitor to the chrysanthemum conference. He spoke so quietly that no one noticed.

At this time, Fang Yue listened to the countless "congratulations" around him, and all smiled and returned the salute. On the surface, he behaved well, but he was a little puzzled in his heart.

He came to this chrysanthemum conference just to relax his mind and write poetry on a whim. He never thought about what kind of chrysanthemum boy he really wanted to be. It's just that the three chrysanthemum petals that he just picked in a row are all singular, and even he himself feels a little strange.

Could it be... is there really a chrysanthemum fairy?

A beautiful face suddenly flashed in Fang Yue's mind, and his eyes were obsessed for a while.

If there really is a chrysanthemum fairy, will this chrysanthemum fairy be more beautiful than her?

The chrysanthemum appreciation is almost done, and the chrysanthemum boy has also been selected. The master of a certain aristocratic family who is hosting this chrysanthemum conference has prepared delicious wine and food in the courtyard to entertain everyone.

Everyone chatted while eating, drinking, and talking about the love affair between the chrysanthemum fairy and the chrysanthemum boy.

Among the golden chrysanthemums, there is a pavilion. The pavilion is so high that it takes more than a hundred steps to climb to the top. This platform is called the chrysanthemum high platform. The pavilion is covered by a gauze curtain, and the stone table and stone bench inside are vaguely visible, as well as a newly added soft couch. The periphery of the pavilion is full of golden chrysanthemums, and the golden chrysanthemums there are particularly bright.

After the banquet, the guests dispersed, and some who were unwilling to leave stayed here for the night, such as Meng Ziyi and Nan Xun.

For ten taels of silver, shouldn't it be enough to cover food and shelter?

Fang Yue, who was selected as the chrysanthemum son, was served by the maids before he arrived. He washed himself up, took a bath with chrysanthemum petals, and changed into a white brocade robe with a veil inlaid with golden chrysanthemums.

After being picked up like this, the original six or seven points of good color have added two points.

Fang Yue looked down at his almost coquettish golden robe inlaid with chrysanthemums, and after listening to the advice of the woman next to him, he couldn't help but feel a little awkward in his heart.

"...Young master, remember, don't offend the chrysanthemum fairy, if the fairy asks you which of the hundred kinds of chrysanthemums is the most beautiful, you must say the golden chrysanthemum, and there is wine on the table, but don't be greedy. If you really want to solve it, you must not be on the pavilion... You can quickly return to the original path, and then climb to the top again after solving it, but it is very likely that you will miss the chrysanthemum fairy."

Fang Yue listened to the old woman's ramble, and was even more curious: "Grandma Sun, will the chrysanthemum fairy really appear in the chrysanthemum pavilion?"

The old woman's old eyes gleamed, "Grandma Sun, I have served nine chrysanthemum masters, and you are the tenth. If there is chrysanthemum fairy, I will know after tonight, the old slave doesn't need to say more."

The old woman led Fang Yue to the underside of the chrysanthemum platform, and made a gesture of invitation, "Young master, go to the top by yourself, this old slave will see him off."

Fang Yue looked up, and after resigning the old woman, he stepped up to the chrysanthemum platform step by step.

When he climbed up the high platform, a thin layer of sweat was already on Fang Yue's forehead. He wiped it with his sleeve, then lifted the gauze curtain and entered the pavilion.

Sure enough, two trays of cakes were already prepared on the stone table, as well as two tea cups and two wine glasses. A pot of tea and a pot of good wine were placed beside them.

Fang Yue waited for a while, but no chrysanthemum fairy appeared, he laughed, poured a glass of wine and tasted it carefully.

After two glasses of wine, his face was already flushed, and he couldn't help but let go of poetry, and lifted the gauze curtain and looked at the moon to write a poem.

Suddenly, light footsteps sounded behind Fang Yue.

What followed was a woman's delicate voice, "...Young master is very literary."

Fang Yue turned around quickly, and was taken aback when he saw the woman in yellow who suddenly appeared in the pavilion.

The visitor is wearing a light and light yellow gauze skirt, with black hair like a waterfall, simple bun, and a small golden chrysanthemum around her head. Fang Yue smiled, and there was a touch of charming and charming in the elegant...

Because the chrysanthemum pavilion was built high, and the wing room just faced the pavilion, so many people looked at it with the windows open, wondering if the chrysanthemum fairy would really appear.

But at this moment, a scent of chrysanthemums, which is a bit richer than other places, drifted towards this side, covering the entire Zhuangzi.

Mencius stood at the window, and when he smelled the fragrance of the chrysanthemum, he suddenly snorted, "Hold your breath!"

"Huh?" Xiao Hualing said, and before she could ask another question, a big palm had already covered her mouth and nose in time.

The breaths hit the palm of his hand in clusters, making people feel itchy for no reason.

Nan Xun pouted mischievously, and the pink lips crossed the gap he had specially vacated and kissed him in the palm of his hand.

Meng Ziyi's big palm suddenly trembled, and he let go as if he had been electrocuted.

"What is Fang Cai doing?" Meng Ziyi frowned.

Nan Xun smiled and said: "My mouth is a little itchy, so I pouted. Oh, who knows that I accidentally kissed the palm of the master's hand, and the master won't blame me for my unintentional loss, right?"

Meng Ziyi pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Master, why did you suddenly cover my mouth and nose just now?"

"Just now there is a strange fragrance floating in."

"Oh~" The tone of voice was clearly disbelieving.

"It's true." Quite helpless.

"Oh, I believe in the master." The tone was perfunctory.

"...The flower demon has been dispatched, let's go and see." Change the topic.

"Okay~ Master wait, I put on my bamboo hat veil, ah, forget it, no one will pay attention at night anyway, so I won't wear it for the time being."