Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 1259 The Bo'er girl in my heart and the real Bo'er girl

It is true that Zhongkun came to Luomei Temple today much earlier than a few days ago.

But I don't know if he doesn't understand the market, or these men have the same urgent mood as him, Zhongkun found that under the small attic in front of Luomei Temple, there are already many men waiting to see Miss Bao'er.

But it was still too early for Luomei Temple to open the attic.

Zhong Kun put his hand into his sleeve pocket silently.

There is a delicate white porcelain bottle inside.

This clean bottle is actually a magic weapon, he pawned the monk's cloak and exchanged it with all his private money.

His storage ring containing a huge amount of spirit stones has long been on it, and these are the only things he can hold on his body now.

The shape of the clean bottle is exquisite and elegant, the glaze is uniform and thin, and the firing technique is very particular.

The most wonderful thing is to insert the flower tree into this clean bottle, and the flower tree can bud and bloom in an instant.

According to the craftsman, no matter how expensive or difficult a flowering tree is, as long as it is inserted into this bottle, it can bloom.

Even if the three mulberry sacred tree in Guixu is inserted, it can still make the sacred tree bloom.

Of course Zhongkun knew that it was impossible for the three mulberry trees to bloom. This must be bragging by the craftsman.

Because anyone with a bit of common sense knows that whether the three mulberry tree will bloom, when it will bloom, and even what color of flowers it will bloom, all depends on the Eastern Emperor.

Could this bottle still command the emperor?
But when buying the bottle, he did use several hard-to-flower fairy grasses for demonstration, and sure enough, all of them bloomed without exception, with a light and pleasant fragrance.

Zhong Kun knew that such treasure vases were actually for alchemists.

The alchemist uses this to collect the flowers of those hard-to-flower fairy grasses for alchemy.

But he felt in his heart that this treasure was very suitable for Miss Bao'er.

In Zhongkun's imagination, Miss Bao'er should be a fairy dressed in white with extraordinary knowledge. She would often sit in front of a desk near the window with books and tea in front of her.

Zhongkun imagined that when Miss Bao'er saw it, she would put the vase he gave her on the table, which contained her favorite flowers and plants.

Those flowers and plants that made her favorite didn't like to bloom very much in the past, but now, Miss Bao'er can appreciate their beauty when they bloom passionately at any time, and Miss Bao'er's mood will become happy because of this.

At that time, she will never forget to ask: "Who is this person who gave the vase..."

Just when Zhong Kun was thinking about it, "Squeak!" An ear-piercing sound interrupted his beautiful thoughts.

Zhongkun quickly raised his head like all men, and saw the hunchbacked waiter who would appear in this small attic on time every night.

Without hesitation, Zhong Kun quickly threw the white porcelain bottle in his hand to the attic.

When he lost it, the hunchbacked waiter picked up a dustpan full of money and poured it into the basket.

The basket was almost full, and Zhongkun's white porcelain bottle was thrown into the basket impartially.

His behavior did not particularly attract the attention of the hunchbacked waiter, and his bottle of high hopes was soon buried out of sight in a mass of colorful treasures.

Soon, everyone had finished their treasures, and the hunchbacked waiter swept all the money in the attic into the basket like every night, then closed the small door of the attic, and went to the backyard with the infatuated delusions of men in the world .

The men outside Hou are very clear about the process, and this is the most tense and critical moment.

Every night, Miss Baoer would choose one of the men who gave gifts to spend the night with.

Everyone waited for tonight's result with trepidation.

I don't know if it was because he was too urgent, but Zhong Kun felt that the waiting time tonight was extremely long, he seemed a little irritable, and subconsciously glanced at the closed door of Luomei Temple several times.

There were some trespassing thoughts in my heart.

It's not that he didn't dare, he was worried that he would offend the beauty.

He was reluctant.

After about half an hour, the small wooden door on the attic was pushed open again amidst the harsh sound of "squeak!"

Aunt Huazhi appeared in the attic as usual.

Her gentle and beautiful eyes fell on the many men downstairs, but she didn't immediately stretch out her fingers to choose anyone.

Zhongkun is sensitive to the fact that Aunt Huazhi is different tonight.

She didn't have the gentle and coquettish smile on her face as usual, and the flower tin between her eyebrows didn't seem as bright red as it used to be.

Her gaze went back and forth among the many men several times, and occasionally she considered it carefully, as if she was carefully choosing the purse she wanted.

Zhong Kun felt his heart jumping into his throat.

Every time Aunt Huazhi glanced at him, he could clearly hear his heartbeat.

At this moment, he actually felt the excitement of a newlywed waiting for her husband to lift the hijab with a scale, nervousness, anticipation, and apprehension.

Just when Zhongkun was completely wrapped up in nervous and exciting emotions, he suddenly found that Aunt Huazhi's eyes stopped on him.

The moment he met Aunt Huazhi's eyes, he felt his heart stopped, and he felt an unreal trance.

The gazes of all the other men followed Aunt Huazhi's gaze.

Zhong Kun took a step forward in a daze, even his eyes were a little empty.

But before he took a full step, Aunt Huazhi shook her head lightly, and her little white hand turned to his right.

Then, everyone's eyes turned to Zhong Kun's side again.

At this time, Zhong Kun realized as if he had just woken up from a big dream. It turned out that it was his illusion just now.

Aunt Huazhi was not looking at him, but the man beside him.

When Zhongkun came back to his senses, the man who was targeted by Huazhi Danniang also seemed a little surprised.

He froze for a moment, then hurriedly separated from the crowd and walked towards the main entrance of Luomei Temple.

Zhong Kun frowned tightly, staring at the man who disappeared in the main entrance of Luomei Nunnery, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

"Such a man will be selected, doesn't God have eyes?"

A mortal man standing in front of Zhongkun, a young man dressed as a scholar, roared indignantly.

From the first word he spoke, he knew he was an ordinary scholar.

Because monks dare not scold God.

The temperament and appearance of the scholar are better than that of the one who went in, so there is some reason to be aggrieved.

Zhong Kun glanced at the scholar, and found that besides his lack of cultivation, his temperament and appearance were even stronger than himself.

People who grew up like this were not selected, so Zhong Kun lost his temper.

Looking at the silent door for the last time, he, like those men who waited all night, wandered into the lively night market, and soon disappeared.

The front of Luomei Nunnery fell silent, and it became like a normal nunnery again.

In front of the nunnery, two people came.

(End of this chapter)