Fairy King's Handbook

April in the world is full of spring.

In the restaurant facing the street in Yanjing, the imperial city, the newly opened storyteller was spitting all over the place for a long time. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer diners, he became more and more anxious.

The current guests are different from the past, the gentleman is still the same gentleman, and the guests no longer like those miserable and entangled sad stories.

Coming to a restaurant for dinner and listening to a story by the way is a relaxing and pleasant pastime.Satisfied with the meal, listening to the story comfortably, what to do later.

If the clothes are full of tears, no matter how fascinating the storyteller's words are, and weep after eating a meal, the heart is full of sadness, and the gain outweighs the loss.

The stage that was erected temporarily was quite impressive, and the storyteller had a white face and beard, and was thin.Seeing the sparse customers in the restaurant, and the shopkeeper frowning more and more under the stage, he became more and more anxious.

The storyteller twirled his beard and said bravely, "But at that time..."

The restaurant roared with laughter, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly lively. Looking up, there was a man with a beard, and he had a pretty face. At this time, the gentleman was holding a beard that was not stuck, a red mark on his chin, and round almond eyes. Stare, with a look of embarrassment.

"Oh, it turned out to be a girl!" Someone couldn't help but yelled.

The rest of the people hurriedly looked at it, tsk-tsk in amazement, it was even more fascinating than the previous story.

The girl on the stage was flushed, she walked down a few steps, and stopped in front of a table of guests, annoyed: "Go, go, I don't do this job, the world is hard, it's easy for me to earn some money."

"I told you to stay in Fengdu honestly. If you don't want to, you have to come here to earn money. Are you an idiot as a mortal?" The guest who spoke was sitting in a wheelchair with a low voice.

"Hey, young master, you come to judge. Xuanyin Jun has resigned from Fengdu to take care of his affairs, but he still wants to tie me there. What's the reason?" The wheelchair walked out of the restaurant.

Meng Zhen hurriedly followed and glanced at Meng Jiang, who was fuming. She was dressed in men's clothes at the moment, and she was still holding that fake beard in her hand, which was really funny.

"Oh, no wonder Xuanyin-jun, it's actually my idea, I'm afraid that Xiao Li just succeeded as the lord of Fengdu, and he will be unfamiliar with things, so I want you to stay and help him."

Meng Jiang threw away the beard in his hand, and stared at Meng Zhen, "Shen Li has the 'everything' to rely on, so he doesn't need me to get in the way. It's easy for you to linger in the human world and never return."

The quarrels all the way were basically Meng Jiang venting her dissatisfaction. She finally escaped from Fengdu this time, and came to the human world to tell stories again. Times have changed, and the weird stories in the past are now neglected.

Meng Zhen suggested with a smile: "Nowadays storytellers can't make money at all. If you want to buy skirts, you might as well teach Xuanyin Jun to grow flowers. He has been wanting to grow orchids recently, but I have no experience. You teach him, and he must be rich." profitable."

Xuanyin moved her fingers on her lap, her expression was light, she glanced at Meng Zhen, but she didn't refute.

"Really? If you teach me how to plant flowers, you will get money?" Meng Jiang finally recovered from the previous cloud, very excited.

At the intersection at the corner of the imperial city, Meng Zhen glanced at Xuanyin's legs, and said sincerely, "Xuanyin, take Meng Jiang with you. She has always been talkative and talented. The most important thing is that she can grow orchids."

Xuanyin did not speak, but lowered her eyebrows.Meng Zhen knew that he should have agreed.

The past cannot be traced back, since that person passed away, although Xuanyin didn't care, she never smiled again.Now with Meng Jiang, it is better for someone to chatter all day than to be silent all day.

Before leaving, Xuanyin looked at Meng Zhen, hesitant to speak.

In April, flowers are flying, and the city is full of spring scenery. Meng Zhen glanced at the floating clouds in the sky, and said softly: "Yan Tiger will definitely come back."

In a secluded house in the south of the city, Meng Zhen pushed the door in with a pot of peonies in his arms.

The garden was full of fragrant flowers, and all kinds of peonies were spread out, reflecting the bright spring light and blooming wantonly. Meng Zhen put the pot in his hand in the corner, went to the backyard to fetch a bucket of water, and poured it carefully one by one.

There was a knock on the door, but Meng Zhen didn't look back, and said, "Come in.

The neighbor's grandmother came to pick up flowers again, and this time she brought her shy little granddaughter with her.The two walked slowly and came in gently.

Meng Zhen was a little puzzled, "Grandma, do you need a lot tomorrow?"

"Not many, the lady from the king's family in the north of the city threw a hydrangea ball to invite relatives, and she specified that she wanted peonies from your place to decorate the flower house." The gray-haired grandmother forced her red-faced granddaughter to come to her, and said to Meng Zhen:

"Mr. Meng, my wife is getting old, let my granddaughter Xiaofeng go with you to deliver flowers this time."

Meng Zhen put down the bucket, stood up, looked at the timid little girl, and said with a smile: "Xiaofeng is still so young, she must not be able to carry it, I can do it by myself. Grandma, you can introduce customers to me, I am already very tired." Thank you."

"What did Mr. Meng say? The old lady is old, and she has nothing else to do except to know some neighbors. What you sell is your flowers, but our grandchildren have benefited. You are a good man, a living Bodhisattva reincarnated, and I need you to save her , our grandparents have to eat a mouthful of food..."

Grandma spoke, her voice choked up, she raised her sleeve and tried the corners of her eyes.

Meng Zhen didn't know how to comfort her for a while, so he looked at Xiaofeng and motioned to her.The little girl was looked very shy by Meng Zhen, but she quickly tugged on Grandma's sleeve.

"Look at my old lady, she actually said this to bother you." Grandma wiped away her tears, and said again: "Xiaofeng is not young anymore, she will be fourteen after the new year. I will ask her to help you with some work in the future."

Meng Zhen smiled and said: "I really have nothing to do, let Xiaofeng accompany you more. If you like this peony, you can often come to visit."

The little girl broke free from her mother-in-law's hand, her voice was weak but firm, "Brother Meng Zhen, I can help you water it."

Meng Zhen looked at the 13-year-old girl and brazenly did not correct her calling "Brother Meng Zhen".

As a result, the little girl saw that he didn't speak, so she picked up the bucket and went to the backyard without saying a word.

Grandma saw her granddaughter leaving, and started to chat with Meng Zhenla, "Young Master Meng, you haven't married yet, have you?"

Meng Zhen was taken aback, but then smiled brightly, "I'm already married, my wife has gone on a long trip, I'll wait here for him to come back."

Grandma didn't come back to her senses for a long time, and it took a while to marvel, "Mr. Meng is actually married. I don't know what kind of beautiful girl is worthy of you."

Meng Zhen thought for a while, "He is indeed beautiful, I have never seen anyone more beautiful than him."

Seeing the joy in Meng Zhen's eyebrows, the grandmother inadvertently revealed affection when mentioning his wife, and sighed: "Mr. Meng, your husband and wife have a really good relationship."

This fairy-like Mr. Meng is spotless. Since he lived here, he has been planting flowers and raising grass all day long, without contending with the world.When he first came here, the matchmakers all over the street were secretly inquiring, but no one could enter his house.

Grandma is not a talkative person, she never preaches right and wrong, let alone harbors delusional thoughts. If there is anything she wants, she probably hopes that her granddaughter Xiaofeng can learn his unique flower-growing skills.

"Brother Meng Zhen, let me get some for you." Xiaofeng followed Meng Zhen with a pot of flowers in her arms, counting along the way, how many pots did Meng Zhen carry.

She almost thought her eyes were dazzled, but the more she counted, the more confused she became.

In fact, Meng Zhen has a total of 36 pots in his hands. Sometimes he deliberately reveals eight or nine pots, which dazzles the little phoenix.

Meng Zhen felt that such a big kid was really funny, and Shen Li's 14-year-old was gone forever.

On the bustling street, Meng Zhen was able to spare one hand, bought a candied haws and handed it to Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng is really embarrassed, Mr. Meng really treats her like a child.

The two sent flowers to Wang Yuanwai's family in the north of the city. Meng Zhen took the money from selling flowers, bought some pens and inks, and put the rest in his purse and handed it to Xiaofeng.

It was still early, and the lady of Wang Yuan's family threw a hydrangea at noon. Xiaofeng had never seen such a rare thing. Meng Zhen saw her curiosity, so he offered to stay and join in the fun.

Xiaofeng was naturally very excited, and the previous shyness gradually dissipated, and she looked like a child, excited and looking forward to it.

But obviously, as the crowd gathered, Meng Zhen's white clothes were even more exaggerated than standing out from the crowd.Xiaofeng also realized that something was wrong, because everyone's eyes were basically on Meng Zhen.

This is clearly here to spoil the situation. Wherever this person goes, blind people will choose him.

It's too late for Meng Zhen to use the invisibility technique, and Xiaofeng is following him.He explained awkwardly that he already had a wife just to watch the fun.Unexpectedly, not only was no one listening, some people called him lewd and immoral, thinking about the pot while eating the bowl.

Just before noon, Ms. Wang from the flower building came out with a hydrangea. The crowd cheered and pushed forward.Xiaofeng actually followed suit, pushing to the front to see how beautiful Miss Wang is.

As soon as Meng Zhen stood outside the crowd, he felt something flying towards this side. He cast a spell, and the hydrangea was thrown into the crowd with a wave of his hand.

You chased me, tossed around, and it was very lively.

After about half a cup of tea, the crowd became quiet and everyone sighed.

"Oh my god! What a handsome boy!" Someone exclaimed, followed by boos one after another.

Meng Zhen was also a little puzzled, squeezed in to have a look, and almost screamed out.

That that that!

Xiaofeng was lying on the ground, and there was dust from other people's footprints in her hair.And a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who fell on top of her just got up, with a dazed expression on his face, not knowing where he was.

Xiaofeng got up, hugged the hydrangea in her hand tightly, and was also stunned by the boy in front of her. After a while, she put the hydrangea in his hand into the boy's arms, and said to him: "Thank you for saving me!" , I will give you this hydrangea."

Meng Zhen was so angry that he pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and rushed in front of the boy. Without saying a word, he grabbed the hydrangea in his arms and threw it far away!

The moment the young man saw Meng Zhen, he seemed to wake up suddenly, his previously confused eyes gradually cleared up, and in an instant he was filled with intense ecstasy, "Brother Yun!"

"Who is your brother Yun!" Meng Zhen said angrily.

He stared at the young man carefully, it was clearly the first time he saw him at the birthday ceremony that year, and his Yan Chongming.