Small peasant girl is born with divine power

Chapter 482 Wood Hibiscus

Cheng Xiuyang: "Yes."

Liu Yezi: "In the future, there will be no emperor, but that should be many years later, you may not see that time."

Cheng Xiuyang heard the words and said softly.

"I do not mind."

As he spoke, he held Liu Yezi's hand and continued to walk forward.

"Now, I have never cared about the emperor and nobles. These are irrelevant to me."

Liu Yezi: "Your ideological awareness is hundreds of years ahead of these people."

The two people were talking, and they reached the top of the hole.

Liu Ye looked at the lake below, and spread a piece of cloth on a gentle grass next to it.

Cheng Xiu went over in a daze, and took out all the food he was carrying.

The food inside is still hot, even the soup is still steaming.

The principle of the insulated box is very simple. Liu Yezi just talked to Cheng Xiuyang, and he made it directly.

The two sat on the spread cloth and ate together.

Liu Yezi took a sip of the soup.

"Here, there is a beautiful tree. It may be hundreds of years old. It should be in bloom now. After we finish eating, I will take you to see it."

Cheng Xiuyang: "Birthday gift?"

Liu Yezi smiled and said, "It's a part of it."

After eating, I put away my things.

Liu Yezi led Cheng Xiuyang through a winding path and turned a corner.

In the secluded valley, with the breeze, there is a burst of floral fragrance.

A lush and dense Hibiscus tree appeared in front of the eyes of the two of them.

The grass below was covered with pink and bright red flowers, which were still delicate and beautiful hibiscus flowers.

Liu Yezi's eyes were bright, and she looked at Cheng Xiuyang with a smile.

"Sure enough, it's blooming, and it's blooming beautifully."

Cheng Xiuyang: "Mu Furong."

Liu Yezi nodded: "Ordinary hibiscus trees don't live for such a long time, but this one really lived for a long time."

Looking up, among the green leaves, there are all pink and delicate flowers, some of which are already flushed, and some are just blooming white.

But the petals overlap, which is more beautiful than ordinary hibiscus flowers.

Willow Leaf: "The ground here is warm, so it blooms very early."

Standing in front of this lush and dense Hibiscus tree, Liu Yezi only felt refreshed.

Beautiful things always make people feel beautiful.

Cheng Xiuyang stood beside Liu Yezi, but his eyes did not fall on Mu Furong, but looked at her who was smiling like a flower at the moment.

"Do you like hibiscus?"

Liu Yezi: "I like it, and I also like camellia.

However, my favorite is the hibiscus. "

Cheng Xiuyang: "Tell me earlier."

In this way, he can carry hibiscus all around the yard.

Liu Yezi smiled: "But I just like the hibiscus in the mountains and fields. It would be ugly if they were all planted in one place."

Cheng Xiuyang nodded slightly after hearing the words.

"Well, I see."

Liu Ye went over, squatted down, and picked up a pink flower that had just fallen. The center of the flower was already red.

"Every kind of flower has a flower language. The flower language comes from the habits and stories of this flower."

Cheng Xiuyang: "The flower language of hibiscus."

Liu Yezi stared at Cheng Xiuyang, looking into his eyes.

Open your mouth slowly.

"pure."

"pure…"

Cheng Xiuyang blinked slightly, his eyes were comparable to the streams along the way when passing by.

pure…

Liu Yezi burst into a smile, walked over, stood on tiptoe and inserted the flower into Cheng Xiuyang's hair.

"You're sixteen today."

Liu Yezi looked at Cheng Xiuyang with affection.

This time, if it is Wen Fengwei's side that succeeds in the matter of the imperial city.

Then she must be very happy.

At the beginning, she still misses home and complains about the laws of this world.

But for Cheng Xiuyang, the more she understands and is familiar with him, the more she will feel it.

She was simply, lucky.

It was her luck that she met him, grew up with him here, and got his love.

Knowing everything, he is extremely intelligent, but he is the purest.

Just look in his eyes.

She was fortunate to have such a relationship. In the past few years, she has deeply felt it, and now she cherishes it even more.

Therefore, it was Cheng Xiuyang's birthday, and she really wanted to make a wish for Wen Feng to succeed.

Cheng Xiuyang looked at Liu Yezi's dazed look, and lightly touched her face with his hand.

"Mu Furong, like you."

Liu Yezi: "Huh?"

Cheng Xiu smiled and nodded: "Like you."

He nodded slightly, and the hibiscus flowers on his head fell from his black hair.

Liu Yezi: "It's gone."

She approached, caught the fallen hibiscus with one hand, then looked up at Cheng Xiuyang: "I'll put it on for you again."

Cheng Xiuyang looked down at him deeply, then suddenly bent down.

"it is good."

Now, Liu Yezi can put the hibiscus into his hair without stretching out her hands, but she finds that in front of her eyes, her thick eyelashes are gently closed, and the slender and slightly curved eyelashes are like a small brush, gently sweeping, Touching her eyelashes, it was slightly itchy, and she couldn't help closing her eyes.

But it opened quickly.

Seeing his phoenix eyes smiling.

Wait until Cheng Xiuyang no longer bends down.

The flower in Liu Yezi's hand was still not securely worn on his head, and fell on his shoulder again.

Cheng Xiuyang slightly turned his face to the side to look at the flowers on his shoulder, and turned to look at the blushing Liu Yezi in front of him.

"Also, wear it?"

Liu Yezi lowered her eyebrows, raised her eyebrows slightly, and her voice paused.

"Hey, you, wear it yourself."

When the slender and fair fingers held the hibiscus flower, it made the flower flat and delicate.

Cheng Xiuyang put the flower in his hair.

He smiled softly: "It won't fall now."

Then, the echo returned in this secluded valley and slowly dissipated.

It's quiet here.

It was so quiet that Liu Yezi could only hear the sound of the wind, and the heartbeats of herself and Cheng Xiuyang just now.

There was still a little red on Liu Yezi's face, and she turned around: "Okay, let's go."

Cheng Xiu stepped forward, took her hand from behind, and turned his head to look at her.

"Can the flowers continue to drop later?"

Liu Yezi paused, and gave Cheng Xiuyang an angry look.

"Why didn't you ask when we kissed before?"

Cheng Xiu's voice was full of laughter.

"Did not have time."

Liu Yezi: "Will it be too late?"

Cheng Xiuyang: "Well... the flowers fell again."

Liu Ye: "..."

After this journey, Liu Yezi looked at Cheng Xiuyang with suspicion.

She kind of wants to take back what she said earlier.

The flower language of Mu Furong is not him.

definitely not...

Moreover, she found that she seemed to be gradually getting used to it.

Oh…

This is really a bad habit.

Allow the little ancestor to become impure.

Finally arrived at the opening, Liu Yezi looked down, the two fish were still swimming leisurely.

She asked Cheng Xiuyang: "Can you swim?"

Cheng Xiuyang: "I haven't, but I will."

Liu Ye: "..."

(End of this chapter)