The air in the flower shop emits a faint fragrance, with a warm and comfortable feeling. The flower shop stands here, whether it is good or bad business, it seems that her owner doesn't care.

There was a woman and two women in the flower shop. One of them was wearing a brocade robe, three thousand black hairs were vertical to the waist, giving people a sense of grace and nobility. The woman held a book in her hand and a smile on her lips, giving people a warm feeling.

The other one is a long white dress, gentle as water, giving people a sense of quietness and virtuousness. Two peerless beauties sitting here seem to be overshadowed by the flowers in the flower shop. The woman is trimming something, but there is always a sadness between her eyebrows.

Murong Qingcheng walked into the store with a little curiosity and anxiety, and Xiaowei followed her. As for the old man who was already guarding the door, Murong Qingcheng could not be assassinated inside.

"Welcome, what do you need?" At this moment, the woman who was trimming flowers and plants stopped and smiled at Murong Qingcheng, but there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Hello, a man in black robe left me something for me to come and see. Please trouble you." Murong Qingcheng smiled at the woman and finally said to the woman. Of course, Murong Qingcheng nodded politely when he saw the woman in brocade robe.

"Wanrou, please take that thing over." The woman smiled and looked at Murong Qingcheng's mouth with a smile.

"Okay." The woman turned around and walked towards the room behind.

"Thank you." Murong Qingcheng smiled.

While the woman was going to pick up things, Murong Qingcheng also began to look at the layout and decoration here. The flowers here were arranged neatly, giving people a very neat look in different categories.

Murong Qingcheng looked at the flowers here, and finally stared at the bouquet of roses. He remembered the roses in his room with a smile on his lips. It seemed that he didn't know anything.

I must find out everything. Before I die, you must not die, never...

"Miss, look, it should be this kind of flower." Xiaowei suddenly said to Murong Qingcheng, with a hint of anxiousness in her tone. She had seen the pot of flower once, so she recognized it at a glance here.

Murong Qingcheng looked in the direction Xiaowei pointed. It was a pot of red flowers, which was as red as blood. At first glance, it was a bit similar to roses, but there were more crystal dewdrops. Even if the temperature is not very high now, it was impossible to form dewdrops. Moreover, what Murong Qingcheng valued most was not this but this kind of flower has the effect of calming the mind, but...

"Xiaowei, are you sure it's such a flower?" Murong Qingcheng said, his tone was a little anxious, and even Murong Qingcheng's body trembled a little.

"One night a few days ago, a man in black appeared here and bought a pot of such flowers from us, but one person died the next day. It is said that there was a pot of such flowers in his room. I wonder if it was a coincidence." At this moment, the woman who had been reading books came over and smiled at Murong Qingcheng.

"Thank you for your reminder, I understand. I have something urgent to do, I'll come back another day." Murong Qingcheng suddenly walked out the door.

"Why should Miss Murong be so anxious? Since you are here, wait a little while. It will be fine soon." At this moment, the woman smiled.

"Miss Murong might as well sit down and have a cup of tea. My name is Yunyun. I'm very happy to meet Miss Murong today." Yunyun came to the table and poured a cup of tea for Murong Qingcheng.

"Thank you, since you know my name, I won't introduce it. By the way, do you know what he left me?" Murong Qingcheng couldn't refuse Yun Yun so enthusiastic, and it was just her guess at the moment, so it's better to sit down and have a good chat now.

"It's just a pot of flowers, maybe you need it." Yun Yun smiled and said, but looking at Murong Qingcheng's eyes with a smile and a hint of envy. It must be a good thing to find someone who truly cares about and loves him.

Murong Qingcheng seemed to see something from Yun Yun's eyes, his face turned red and seemed to be bleeding. Of course, there was a hint of loss and helplessness. What was the relationship between her and Xiao Yan? Why did she care about him so much? Yes, he was just a piece of wood. Murong Qingcheng hated Xiao Yan again.

Yun Yun seemed very interested in Murong Qingcheng, and asked a few questions about Murong Qingcheng indirectly. Murong Qingcheng just smiled and did not give Yun Yun any effective answers. Although Yun Yun was a little disappointed, she still had a good impression of this gentle and kind girl. In this world, the strong are respected. Some people seem to have fewer and fewer people like Murong Qingcheng who are indifferent to the world for their strength. But this innocence and kindness Murong Qingcheng can attract everyone.

But they didn't know that the woman was observing Murong Qingcheng while they were talking. The woman was relieved and a hint of sadness. This road was not easy to walk, and I don't know how far she could go. I hope the disaster could come later to give her more time to grow.

Time passed without realizing it. At this moment, the woman who had the previous one walked out of the back room. Duo Murong Qingcheng, who was a little sorry, said: "Sorry, I spend a lot of time in the trimming process, but it should satisfy you."

In Murong Qingcheng's curiosity, the woman named Wanrou put a pot of pot of plants on the table. This was a pot of white plants, very beautiful.

"The sword is given to the hero, and the precious flowers are given to the spirit master. See if Miss Murong is destined to this potted plant." The woman smiled.
Chapter completed!