Fairy King's Handbook

"This person is not simple." Yan Chongming, who had been meditating as if wandering away, suddenly said.

Meng Zhen agreed: "Isn't it? Although Nan Dai is still young, she is a good hand in starting a business. Ji Wuxing's huge family business is almost all managed by him. It is really not easy."

Meng Zhen recalled the money-making methods of Epiphyllum Building that day, and he admired the young man's quick thinking. Then he compared Shen Li, who was a few years younger than him, who knows how to play all day long. It's time to educate him. It's good that Xiaoli is carefree, he is enough for everything.

Meng Zhen looked down at the gardenia in his hand, there were still a few drops of dew on the white petals, he lowered his head and sniffed for a while, although he couldn't smell it, it was probably very fragrant.

"Be careful with flowers of unknown origin." The gardenia in his hand was taken away unexpectedly, Yan Chongming turned around and threw the flower out of the window.

"...No, Mr. Yanshan, this, this is not a flower of unknown origin..." It seemed that Nan Dai had just picked it, and it was the young man's sincere heart, so it was thrown away by Yan Chongming. It's too much to justify.

Seeing that Meng Zhen was about to turn over the window and go out, Yan Chongming stopped in front of the window and reminded softly: "Have you forgotten Zi Mei?"

"I haven't forgotten, but can this be the same? Besides, the flowers I finally received..."

Ever since the poisonous purple enchanting epiphyllum last time, it's almost a war, and the origin of every flower is unknown.

He sat on the edge of the bed, a little depressed.Yan Chongming had been standing in front of the window, not knowing what to think about. After a while, he walked up to Meng Zhen, stretched out his hand to him, and said softly, "This is for you."

Meng Zhen raised his eyes and saw a vermilion flower in Yan Chongming's palm, with layers of petals and light yellow stamens dotted among them, blooming freely.

"Peony!" Meng Zhen stared at the vermilion flower in Yan Chongming's hand, extremely surprised.

It was a peony flower, he thought it was an illusion performed by Yan Zhongming, Meng Zhen reached out and touched the vermilion petals, smooth and delicate, and touched the fine pollen.

"This, where did this come from?" It really appeared out of thin air.

Yan Chongming didn't change his face, and said: "I picked it at Guose Tianxiang Building that night."

Meng Zhen was speechless, he couldn't understand why Yan Chongming picked a flower quietly, but if it was really picked at that time, and he used spiritual power, the flower probably wouldn't wither.

"I'm sorry for throwing away your flower, please use this to return it to you." Yan Chongming still held the peony and handed it to Meng Zhen.

Meng Zhen couldn't refuse for a while, and Mr. Yanshan even apologized, and he reached out to take the peony flower.

Yan Chongming seemed very happy to see that Meng Zhen had finally received the flower, and Shi Shiran went back to meditate on the low bench by the window.

Meng Zhen was holding the peony in his hand. To be honest, he really liked the peony, especially the vermilion color. For a while, even the depression of being thrown away by the gardenia just dissipated.

He stretched out his hand to touch the soft petals, a huge one. After touching it for a while, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the petals in his hand were trembling slightly, and the color seemed to be redder than before?

Alas, flowers are delicate after all, and they can't stand him touching them like this. Meng Zhen carefully held the peony flower and gently put it in the storage bag.

In the next few days, Yan Chongming would go out early and return late. Meng Zhen had already explained to him that Ji Wuxing had nothing to do with Zi Mei in Epiphyllum Tower that day, and he would not bother Ji Wuxing anymore.He seemed to have found some new clues, and went to the south of the city every day.

In fact, Meng Zhen vaguely felt that the abnormality that appeared in Cangwu Sea recently might have something to do with the soul-breaking sword spirit who fled, but he had no clue, he couldn't sense where the sword was at all, and he didn't know what form the sword spirit was. It's all guesswork.He could only hope that things would not be too difficult.

In the past few days, except for wandering in the street, Meng Zhen occasionally buys some gadgets that Shen Li likes. He is almost always in the Xinxin Pavilion. Yan Chongming said that their spiritual power has been suppressed since they came to Cangwu Sea, which made him a little worried .It's okay if the spiritual power of ordinary immortals is suppressed, anyway, Cangwu Sea is very safe.But part of his spiritual power couldn't be used, and if he was suppressed again, he was worried that the Misty Rain Conch would go berserk, and the consequences would be a bit bad.

Thinking of the Yanyu conch, Meng Zhen was rarely at leisure, so he took off the Yanyu conch from his waist, stretched out his hand and tapped on the conch a few times, injecting a bit of spiritual power, within a short while, there was a babbling melody floating out of the conch.

Meng Zhen lay casually on the couch, swinging his legs up and beating time.He twisted the Misty Rain Conch and put it on his forehead, and penetrated into his consciousness.

In a quiet lake, a willow tree by the lake is swaying left and right, its branches are twisting, wishing it could stand up and stamp a few times, if it had feet.Next to the willow tree is a ten-year-old naughty boy. Every time he puts his feet up to pick the willow leaves, he is slipped away by the flexible branches.The naughty boy simply hugged the tree trunk and climbed up, and finally tore off a handful of branches. He tore off a few small leaves, made a garland of the rest and put it on his head, and then sat under the tree and played with the newly picked willow leaves. When he got up, the tune he blew was hoarse, mocking and ugly, but he still blew it over and over again like no one else, and the willow trees by the lake shook even more violently.

That naughty boy was Shen Li when he was a child. Meng Zhen took him to play in the human world. He just listened to a folk tune in the teahouse. The content was about resentful wives and longing for home. Learned.Hahaha, it's really difficult for the willow of the soul, I can't move a step.

Carefree youth is really beautiful.His Misty Rain Conch has almost recorded most of the happy moments of Shen Li's childhood.Looking at Shen Li like this, Meng Zhen would feel in a good mood.

After a long time like this, someone came to visit, or a group of people.Meng Zhen put away the Misty Rain snails and came out to meet them.It's those people in Xunxin Pavilion.

Headed by Yu Sheng and that tall man, they were a little polite at the beginning, but they got to know each other naturally after a while. Since they came to Cangwu Sea, they have hardly been out of the house. After all, they are shy, but tomorrow will be Yu Lan During the Bon Festival, the whole city is mobilized. Although it is a festival for sacrifices, it is very lively. Apart from fasting, there are many other activities in the city.

They also wanted to go out to watch the fun, and suddenly remembered what Meng Zhen said that day about pawning new clothes for money, so they all wanted to come here to ask for experience.

Hearing what they said for a long time, Meng Zhen felt a little ashamed, not only did he not pawn the clothes, Nan Dai even sent another one over.He himself does not worry about money, after all Yan Chongming gave him a big bag of gold leaves.But he couldn't just give them some money.These people have been trapped here for several days, and they are unwilling to bow down. They are very high-spirited. If he just gives money like this, it will always hurt people's self-esteem.Meng Zhen thought for a moment and thought of an idea.

"I'm trying to find a good price. I've been out to see a few pawnshops these days, but the prices offered are too low, and the clothes haven't been pawned yet. Why don't we get together so that we can pawn more money. "

As soon as Meng Zhen said this, everyone immediately agreed. They came to Meng Zhen because they couldn't bear to go out and pawn their clothes.It's just a matter of arranging who will be the pawn. Of course they are embarrassed to let Meng Zhen go out again.

Seeing that they were silent, Meng Zhen knew what was going on, and said, "It's better to leave it to me. Anyway, I have asked several times to understand the market."

"How embarrassing, I'll go with you, anyway, I'm Ji Wuxing's thing, and I don't care about this bit of face." The tall man couldn't help but said, he is not so pedantic, as long as he sticks to the three-month period, leave The Cangwu Sea is what matters.

As soon as he said this, several people echoed: "Su Qing, I will go together..."

For a while he was clamoring to go, but Meng Zhen originally planned to go by himself, so that no matter what was wronged, he could always come back with money.Meng Zhen was a little troubled for a while, he thought for a while, and had to find another reason, and said: "Everyone, please listen to me, leave the matter of being clothes to me, if it is really not possible, I will go with my friends When we get the money for the clothes, we have other things to tell everyone to do when we come back."

Everyone immediately quieted down after hearing what he said, and Meng Zhen continued: "Even if this dress is pawned, it's not worth much, why don't we find a way to earn some more."

Everyone was pleasantly surprised when he said that he had a way to make money, and they waited for him to continue.

"Tomorrow is the Yulan Basin Festival, and every household has to put river lanterns. Why don't we buy some materials with the money used for clothes. I think everyone is like a literate person who can write and draw. I will trouble everyone together. The river lanterns made in this way will definitely fetch a good price.”

"That's right...Let me write an inscription, I'm good at it."

"That's a great idea, I can paint..."

"Let's do it together, there will be a lot of people tomorrow, so we don't have to worry about not being able to sell..."

"Then you can make a lot of money..."

"..."

You talk to each other, and the interest is high. This kind of arty thing is naturally liked by everyone. It can not only display their talents, but also solve their urgent needs. It couldn't be better.

"Master, may I ask your surname? Thank you very much." The man named Su Qing suddenly asked Meng Zhen.Now everyone was quiet again, after all, it was the person who came up with this idea, and he didn't know his name yet.

"Ah, you're welcome. Your surname is Meng." Meng Zhen said.

"Mr. Meng, thank you very much." Several people quickly echoed.

"No, you can just call me Mr. Meng, my child is fourteen." Every time Meng Zhen heard someone call him son or something, he felt ashamed, he was no longer a young man.

"..."

"What? You have children?!"

"Yeah, I thought you hadn't married a wife yet."

"This Ji Wuxing is too shameless. Mr. Meng has wives and children..."

After a burst of amazement, he cursed at Ji Wuxing again. Meng Zhen looked at them with a smile, assuming the right to acquiesce.

But after a while, the curiosity of this group of people turned to Yan Chongming again. After all, they had all seen Yan Chongming go to Wushan to travel. No matter where Yan Chongming goes, he can't hold back Yan Chongming's attention.

"Oh, the Mr. Yan you are talking about, he, oh..." Meng Zhen made an indescribable expression. In fact, he hadn't thought of what to say at all, and their curiosity was too heavy.

As a result, everyone thought that there was something terrible and unspeakable, and for a moment they all pricked up their ears and waited for Meng Zhen to continue.

well!Yanshan Jun, I'm really sorry, I'm really at a loss for words, and I can't make up a reason, so I can't blame me for putting on a crown.

After a pause, Meng Zhen said bluntly: "Mr. Yan was about to get married that day, and he was about to worship heaven and earth. The guests had a great time, but who knew that Ji Wuxing suddenly appeared and took him away. As a congratulatory guest, I Also brought here together. Alas, how sad it must be for the poor bride to stay alone in the vacant room on the big day."

While talking, Meng Zhen detailed the circumstances of His Royal Highness Long Yu's wedding that day, which made everyone who heard it sad and shed tears.

"It turns out that Mr. Yan is the most pitiful person."

"That's right, whoever encounters such a thing on a happy day should not be angry."

"No wonder he was taciturn and silent all day long. When he went to Wushan to travel alone that day, he must have gone to find Ji Wuxing desperately." The more people thought about it, the more they felt that this was the case.

"What are you talking about?" Suddenly an indifferent voice came, the clear lingling was like rain splashing in the deep pool, it was so clear that everyone froze in place immediately.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Meng: "My Misty Rain Snail can record short videos, isn't it a surprise?"

Xiaoyan: (snatches away, starts recording)

Xiaomeng: (face flushed, sore and feeble) "You...you are shameless..."

Xiaoyan: "I only want you, what kind of face do I want!"

Author, you are so dirty!

Author: (serious face) The car has been driven eight hundred times in my heart, but I have to pretend to be pure.