Finest Servant

It is useless to think too much, since Yujia is such a smart and noble woman, from the moment she approached them, she should have expected the ending after failure. Or, she was so confident in her own charm that she never considered missing out.

But the game always has winners and losers, and failure has to pay a price. This is a matter of course, it is true for Yu Jia, and it is also true for Lin Wanrong. Just imagine, under the same conditions, if Yueya'er's clever plan succeeds and the famous Dahua Lin San becomes the servant of a Turkic woman, what kind of shame will it be to Dahua? No one can imagine.

In this sense, Yu Jia, who single-handedly provoked the dispute, was defeated by her own carefully designed conspiracy, as if it was a fate destined by the heavens, and she was not worthy of sympathy at all.

It's just that things in the world can never be completely divided by simple right and wrong, good and evil. The two are in hostile nations. In order to protect the interests of their clan compatriots, they pretended to be hypocritical, played tricks everywhere, used scheming, and fought wits and courage. When it comes to truth, who would dare to say that they were wrong?

Ning Yuxi could understand his mood best, she snuggled up to him silently, the two were connected hand in hand, only a little bit of warmth could make them feel warm. I tossed and turned all night and couldn't fall asleep, until it was almost dawn when I dozed off in a daze.

"Brother Gao, go and bring Yujia." After washing his face with clean water, the cold lake water shook his spirits, he let out a long breath, and he was back to life. Although his eyes were still bloodshot, his mind was extremely calm.

Gao Chief gave him a strange look. Brother Lin wanted to tease Yue Yueer before, and he didn't want to be passed on, so he just walked a few steps to get there. Fluffy hands and feet. You are so busy, how did you become gentle today? It's not his nature.

Even if he wanted to break his scalp, he couldn't figure it out, so he had to go down and pass on the order.

The morning dew swirls on the green grass leaves, shining colorfully. Lin Wanrong looked at the crystal clear dewdrops, expressionless.

The sound of light and slow footsteps sounded cheerful and heavy. Lin Wanrong raised his head. Yue Yue'er walked over slowly, her hands were tied in front of her body, her figure was graceful and graceful. Laugh before saying anything. Between the heavy ropes, there is a thick bush of wild flowers pinched. Swaying gently with her posture. Red, yellow, white, colorful gorgeous. It's really beautiful.

"Where did these flowers come from?!" Lin Wanrong asked with a frown.

"I picked it when I woke up in the morning. How is it? Doesn't it look good?!" Yu Jia smiled lightly and glanced at him triumphantly. The cheerful expression in those eyes seemed to be the captive.

What the hell. Her hands were tied, and wherever she went to pick flowers, she must use her mouth—speaking of her mouth. He hurriedly swept towards the corner of Yueya'er's mouth. On the bright red lips of the Turkic girl.

A little bit of dirt. A few spots were still slightly bloodshot.

Lin Wanrong was slightly taken aback, and Yu Jia smiled sweetly: "You are so stingy. I said earlier that I will never do the same thing again. Why do you still tie my hands and feet?"

Lin Wanrong nodded. She walked forward with a smile: "From ancient times to the present, you are the first to pick flowers with your mouth. Although I am known as the ever-changing flower picker, I still admire you from the bottom of my heart, little sister."

As he spoke, the light in his hand flashed, the machete had cut the rope, and the hemp rope fell to the ground, which had set Yujia free.

Yu Jia stretched her slender willow waist deeply, and hummed: "I still say, it's all your fault. Look, here, and here, are all pierced by flower thorns. Lin San, you guys How come you don't see a trace of the pity and pity that Chinese people pay attention to?"

Yue Ya'er was talking, gently wiped her bright red lips, leaned in front of him, and asked him to watch. A faint fragrance came into the nostrils, it was a familiar smell of perfume, Yu Jia seemed to be unprepared for him, she was very close to him, as if she was about to stick to him.

Two beads of blood ooze from the soft red lips, which complement each other with her silver teeth, very beautiful. Lin Wanrong smiled and picked up the flower clusters that fell on the ground: "Roses are thorny, but you only pick roses to pick them. If you don't prick them, who will prick them?!"

"So what if it has thorns?!" Yu Jia snorted, picked a white rose leaf, and put it between her lips: "You only see it has thorns, but you don't know its gentleness—look, the bleeding has stopped, right? !"

The white leaves were slightly stained with blood, and the wound on the girl's red lips no longer overflowed with blood, and little scabs formed, which was extremely miraculous.

"Rose can also stop bleeding?!" Lin Wanrong opened his eyes wide curiously. When it comes to medical skills, he is like a child in kindergarten in front of Yujia.

"Well," Yu Jia handed the white leaf to his hand: "You will know after a taste."

"It's better not to, I, I'm dizzy!" Lin Wanrong laughed and waved his hands hastily.

"You're dizzy, I'm dizzy!" Yu Jia snorted, snatched the dripping flower cluster from his hand, sniffed deeply before her nose, and sighed: "In our grassland, This flower is called Elisa, translated into Dahua, which means long-term love flower. It only blooms at the end of spring, and it is usually extremely difficult to see. According to our Turkic legend, as long as anyone who can collect ten thousand Elisa, You can obtain happiness for life. Lin San, do you believe this?!"

Lin Wanrong scratched his head: "I should believe it. Elisa is a witness of happiness, but in our Dahua, everyone likes to call it a rose. This rose has many meanings. Different colors have different meanings."

Yue Yue'er chuckled lightly and said, "I know this, I've heard of your high-mindedness for a long time. What I use now is the rose water you brewed, hurry up and smell it——"

She stretched out her small, crystal-clear jade hands to Lin Wanrong, like a little girl eager to show off, completely opposite to her deepness in the past.

A faint fragrance blew through her nostrils. She had already smelled it when she was searching for her in Xingqing Mansion that day. Lin Wanrong waved her hand and said with a smile: "Thank you for taking care of my business. If I got to know you earlier, I will definitely give you a 10% discount. If there is a large quantity, a 20% discount is also negotiable. This is a purely friendly price, please do not disclose it, I never give discounts to others."

"No wonder Dahua people call you a profiteer!" Yujia giggled, shook the flower in her hand, and sighed deeply: "Rose, this name has a deep meaning. I like it very much... red roses, white roses, yellow roses .I picked a lot today! Lin San, do all of you Dahua girls like these flowers?"

"It should be! I'm more upright. There are not many ways to court girls. I really don't know much about these things." He said with a serious face.

"Really?!" Yue Ya'er looked at him a few times, shook her head and sighed, "You are a man, except for the fact that the lies are true, everything else is false. When I was in the sea of ​​death, I was touched many times. Now see Come on. It turns out they are all fake places.”

"We've lost each other." Lin Wanrong laughed a few times.

"Yes, each other. You can't blame you, because everyone is fake." Yu Jia lowered her eyebrows slightly. There was a long silence. Suddenly he smiled again, and picked off a white rose. The hairpin is on the hair like a cloud. Slightly grinning at Lin Wanrong: "Lin San, do I look good?!"

The Turkic girl has snowy skin and beautiful face, her eyes are like spring water. Looking at him warmly and beautifully, like a blooming flower. Yue Yue'er and Yue Yue'er who I knew before are really two people. Lin Wanrong nodded blankly: "It's beautiful! It's really beautiful."

Yu Jia nodded lightly: "Thank you for your compliment, I hope you are not so hypocritical this time."

Lin Wanrong sighed. Shaking his head helplessly: "Maybe you are right. I am really a bad person."

Yue Ya'er looked at him with a grin: "Finally you told the truth. Understandably, there is an old saying in your Dahua that nothing can happen but three things. You are called Lin San, of course you are the worst one!"

It turns out that my name is such an understanding. This girl's imagination is really not covered.

"You are right, mine is indeed the worst one." Lin Wanrong nodded. Pass the golden knife in his hand to Yu Jia: "This. Return it to you!"

Crescent Moon gritted her teeth. Clenching his hands tightly, he hesitated for a while. Finally trembling, he took the golden knife. There was a soft clang, the sharp blade was unsheathed, and the Turkic girl stared at the reflection of the flowery face on the blade. Straight in a daze.

"I heard that Tu Suozuo, the right king of the Turks, has a silver knife—" Lin Wanrong said slowly, but Yu Jia shook her head and smiled before finishing her sentence. She shook the flower cluster in her hand vigorously: "Lin San, let me give you a flower too. Do you like red, yellow, or white?" She fiddled with the rose in her hand and asked seriously.

Lin Wanrong waved his hands hastily: "No, no. I've always picked good flowers myself and never asked others to give them to me."

Yu Jia snorted: "This time must be an exception!"

"Why?!" Lin Wanrong gave her a puzzled look.

Yue Ya'er said indifferently: "The moon is full and the moon is waning. I don't know if I will remember you in the future! Just take a small flower branch as a souvenir."

This woman is so smart! Lin Wanrong was stunned.

Yu Jia glanced at him, shaking the bright flowers in front of him: "Tell me, there are so many beautiful flowers, which one do you want?!"

There was something undeniable in her tone, Lin Wanrong was silent for a while, then stretched out her hand with a smile: "I want this yellow field. Yellow roses are more suitable for my personality and have fewer thorns."

"In our grassland, the yellow Elisa can only be given to the elders." Yujia said with a blank expression.

Lin Wanrong hastily withdrew her hand: "Is that so? Then I won't take advantage of you, just come to Duobai, which is purer and has the same temperament as me."

Yujia shook her head: "The white Elisa is for pregnant women who are pregnant with Liujia. Do you really want it? Then I will give you one."

There are so many rules on the prairie, Lin Wanrong shrugged and withdrew his hand: "Let's forget it—I said earlier, roses have thorns! Let's use other commemorative methods, such as autographs, hugs, etc. of--"

Crescent Moon shook her head slightly, she folded off the most beautiful and brightest red rose, and slowly put it in Lin Wanrong's ear. Lin Wanrong jumped up hastily: "What are you doing? What kind of custom is this? I'm a man!"

"Last year, a few drops of lovesickness water turned into tears for planting flowers under the tree. Whose young man came in spring and broke off the red roses on the branches!" Yue Ya'er murmured to herself, stared at him blankly, suddenly chuckled lightly, lowered her head and said: "It's ugly!"

If a man wears flowers, isn't that ugly? Lin Wanrong was so annoyed that she picked the rose and was about to throw it away. Yujia sighed lightly: "Turk and Dahua are two worlds. A small flower is the last memorial. You can throw it away. Forget it, because you Dahua people are most used to forgetting! Even Lin San, who is known as the smartest Dahua, is still no exception."

She took off the water bag and gurgled a few mouthfuls. The clear lake water flowed from the corner of her mouth to her slender neck like a white swan, and wet her clothes, but she didn't realize it.

"I'm really not used to commemorating and being commemorated!" Lin Wanrong smiled wryly and shook his head.

"I'm not used to it either." Yu Jia looked at him tenderly, "It's like I'm not used to calling you Lin San, although I know that your Turkic name is very bad."

It turned out that this girl knew about it a long time ago, Lin Wanrong laughed a few times, and her old face turned red rarely.

"Lin San, are we never going to see each other again?" Yu Jia's breathing became short of breath, her eyelids weighed more than a thousand catties, she seemed to realize something, and asked with all her might.

Lin Wanrong let out a long breath and remained silent.

There were bursts of strange red on Yujia's face, and she looked at him with wide eyes, full of panic and helplessness.

"Wo Lao Gong—" She shouted with all her strength, but her voice was as thin as a mosquito, and she could hardly hear herself.

A pair of strong arms hugged her silently, and seeing the bright eye sockets of the Dahua rogue, she suddenly smiled,

As soon as the body softened, she fell down slowly, her beautiful eyes slowly closed, and fell asleep soundlessly...