Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 885 I, I Like Missy Very Much

Xiao Tingchen hid the sweet-scented osmanthus branches in his arms, and turned to look for Wu Song and Su Runmo.

These two people have read all kinds of ancient books, and their combined knowledge reserves are almost equivalent to the largest library in Qi State.

Ask the two of them about the Acacia tree, maybe there will be some clues.

Su Runmo and Wu Song are sitting in the gazebo of Mingde Court playing chess.

In the early morning of early summer, clusters of snow-white gardenias bloomed outside the pavilion, and the green leaves were covered with dewdrops. Occasionally, the breeze blew by, sending a cool and faint sweet fragrance.

The two of them wore wide robes with big sleeves and incense sticks in the wind. They looked so elegant.

Xiao Tingchen stepped into the gazebo, glanced at the movement on the chessboard, and lazily lifted his robes and sat down, "You two play chess leisurely, so let me think about it carefully for me. Have you ever read the record of the acacia tree in ancient books?"

Su Runmo stared at the chessboard, "No."

Wu Song picked up the chess pieces, "Never."

They played chess wholeheartedly, and they didn't like to talk to Xiao Tingchen's posture at all.

Xiao Tingchen was furious.

He was pissed at Yuan Cheng last night, and now when he meets his courtiers, he gets two bad faces!
The slender palms with well-defined knuckles lay on the chessboard.

With a slight smile in his curved peach eyes, he said in a cold tone, "This game of chess is more important than Lao Tzu's country?"

The top-quality red sandalwood carved chessboard quietly cracked countless gaps.

The chess pieces trembled and fell from the chessboard to the ground one after another. With a loud "bang", the chessboard and the stone table were instantly shattered, and a good game of chess was completely destroyed!

Su Runmo and Wu Song were silent.

After a while, Su Runmo pretended that nothing had happened, and said solemnly: "Reporting to the emperor, as far as I know, the acacia tree was formed by two lovers. They loved each other, but their families objected, and they were killed on the way to elope." After chasing and killing each other, they hugged each other to death. Their unswerving love, which transcended life and death, moved God, so God turned them into a tree of marriage and named them Acacia.”

Wu Song lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, "As far as I know, the flowers and leaves of the acacia tree can be used as medicine, and the tree is as old as thousands of years. I was lucky enough to see the dried acacia flower in southern Xinjiang, which is quite similar to the laurel tree in the Central Plains... "

That's right on point.

Xiao Tingchen took out dried osmanthus branches from his bosom, "Look at what this is?"

Wu Song studied it carefully for a while, and was not surprised, "Your Majesty, where did you get this thing?! If the slave is not mistaken, this thing is the Acacia flower!"

Xiao Tingchen didn't answer.

He smiled a few times at the void, his eyes gleaming with deep sarcasm.

It is early summer now, and the laurel has not bloomed, so no one has noticed the laurel tree at the end of the lane at this juncture.

So no one expected that the laurel tree that was saved by Xiaojiu was actually an acacia tree!

As long as some branches are sawed off to make a wooden boat, you can cross the weak water lake smoothly, and go to the other side of the lake to dig out Sikong Chen's deepest secret...

Xiao Tingchen was sloppy in his calculations.

It's just that he didn't know whether all the forces of Sikong Chen in Jinling City had been eradicated, so to be on the safe side, he waited until dark before ordering the dark guards to cut off some lush branches and cut them open to make wooden boats.

Mo Shisan made the wooden boat himself, and while sawing the wood, he muttered, "The murals clearly say that the hull of the boat must be covered with oil from the corpse of a virgin, and the sails supported by human skin and human bones... There is no dead body here. It is oily and has no human skin or bones, so can the boat you make float on weak water..."

Mingde Courtyard was brightly lit.

Under the eaves, Xiao Tingchen was sitting in an armchair drinking tea, and said casually: "It's just a small lake, it's not as far away as the sea of ​​burial souls, it's nothing if you don't want to apply corpse oil. What's more, even if I really bring you a bucket of corpses Oil, with your guts, do you dare to touch it?"

Mo Shisan laughed dryly.

He really dare not touch...

Xiao Tingchen stared at him making the boat, Yuan Sheng's smiling face flashed in his mind.

The fingertips rubbed against the teacup unconsciously.

I don't know what that guy is doing now...

Although I hate him, but I'm used to him chattering in my ears, and I feel a little deserted when he's not around for a while...

At this time, the small library of Mingde Academy.

The mysterious girl named Hua Zhaojiu was imprisoned in the attic.

There was no moon and no light, she stayed in the dark, her snow-colored sleeves were on the ground, her delicate and snowy feet were looming in the overlapping skirts, and the crow-colored black silk was quietly hanging down on the side of the couch.

Footsteps sounded on the old stairs.

Neither fast nor slow, revealing the contempt of molesting the prey.

Yuan Cheng came with a palace lantern and pushed open the door, still smiling and cynical.

He closed the door, hung the palace lantern on the lamp stand, and sat beside the girl.

He curled up a strand of the girl's black hair with his fingertips, he sniffed it, and couldn't help laughing: "Missy's hair is always very fragrant...Missy's whole body is very fragrant."

The playful tone of voice appears very ambiguous in the bewildered light and shadow.

Hua Chaojiu was expressionless.

Yuan Sheng kicked off his boots and got on the soft couch, approaching her like a big dog.

Although there was always a smile on his handsome face, there was danger in Tao Hua's eyes.

The candlelight could not illuminate his eyes, those dark pupils seemed to reflect the cold abyss, and also seemed to reflect the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

Putting his slender palms on Hua Chaojiu's slender shoulders, his voice was so gentle that it was almost dangerous: "Since childhood, the eldest lady has been the most fragrant and cleanest among us. I still remember the trial in the second floor...by the teacher himself One hundred children were selected to enter the ghost prison, but only one was allowed to survive. The eldest lady was the one who survived, and so was I. But when I came out, I was in such a mess, and when the eldest lady came out, she was spotless and bloodless... ...I really like a clean lady."

He has lived in darkness since childhood.

The teacher did not give him any preferential treatment because of his blood and identity. On the contrary, the training he received was more rigorous than that of a dead soldier, and he endured oppression and cruelty that ordinary children could not bear.

Eliminating dissidents for the teacher and massacring all forces that hinder him, he walks on the edge of light in a black robe, and bears blood and human life on his hands at a young age.

The darkness was like an impenetrable net, enveloping him firmly in it.

But there was a ray of moonlight, bright and bright, quietly illuminating his passing path.

He still remembered the day when he came out of the Chonglou.

He was only ten years old that year.

Covered in blood, he staggered out of the heavy building, fell down on the steps and panted, snowflakes fell rustlingly in the dark night, and the surroundings were as silent as a cemetery.

The little girl came with a paper umbrella.

She held the skirt in one hand, her white and tender feet stepped on the snow, the long sleeves of her toga were spotless, and her delicate and delicate face was cleaner and brighter than snowflakes.

She walked outside the Chonglou and looked down at him.

At that time, she was too young, neither good at hiding her emotions, nor as taciturn as she is now.

(End of this chapter)