Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He walked over and lifted the hanging curtains.

"The flowers here are pretty good."

He saw endless delicate roses and the gradually turning white and blue sky.

The white and blue in the distance, the blazing fire nearby, the bright colors blend together.

It's like a colorful scroll carefully carved by someone. When laid out, the beauty is extremely shocking.

She is like an ivory princess on a pagoda, stunningly beautiful.

He couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Soon, he saw the servants below who were removing the roses one after another.

The scene of destroying such a beautiful fairyland is really dazzling.

He frowned, "What? Are they going to remove these flowers?"

Uncle Wang said yes and stood beside him.

Put your hands in front of you, very polite.

"It's the season when flowers are blooming. It's not good if the flower fragrance is too strong. We, Mr. Xi, always like light flowers. If the fragrance is too strong, it will cause some discomfort, so I plan to plant something else."

Speaking of which, this sea of ​​roses was a gift given to the old lady by the old gentleman before he passed away.

It's a pity that both the elders passed away and things changed.

Looking at these flowers now can only evoke feelings and serve no other purpose.

In addition, the current owner is Mr. Da, who likes simple and elegant things, and for roses...

It can only be said to be indifferent.

Even if it is moved, there is no other way.

Uncle Wang also felt a little regretful in his heart.

After all, these roses are really beautiful after being raised for so long.

Qiao Zhenting put down the curtain, "Since eldest brother doesn't want them, then send them to my place."

"It just so happens that I just bought a winery recently, so it would be nice to get some rose wine to drink."

"this……"

Uncle Wang hesitated for a moment and bowed slightly, "Excuse me, may I ask Mr. Da for instructions first?"

This flower was originally going to be sold. After all, it had been cultivated for a long time and was bought back at a high price——

"Okay, I'll pay for it because you're stingy, okay?"

Qiao Zhenting turned around and put his pocket in his pocket.

"I will charge whatever brother sells and ask them to send me the flowers."

"Be careful when you send them to me. Send them to me in the same condition as they are now. Don't mess up the flowers."

It was obvious that he really liked these flowers.

Uncle Wang had no choice but to agree, "Yes, young sir."

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Master bedroom.

The huge space is filled with light gray and cool tones.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were tightly closed, and the silver-gray soft curtains were closed, blocking the bright light shining in from outside.

The crisp chirping of birds, the refreshing coolness, and the fragrance of blooming flowers are all blocked out by such a window.

Inside, it was extremely clean.

It was so quiet that there was only the sound of the subtle swing of the pendulum.

The person on the big bed had his eyes closed and his breathing was so shallow that it was almost inaudible.

It was probably because he had fallen into a rare deep sleep. People who would have woken up at this point in Japan in the past still showed no signs of waking up.

Her fair-skinned face and long eyelashes were slightly curled up, like a small fan, trembling slightly, as if she was sleeping a little uneasily.

Beside him, the cane was still quietly placed in its place.

The long fingers as beautiful as jade moved slightly.

In the dim light, the quiet environment seemed to urge him into a dream.

Little by little, vaguely, you can still smell the faint fragrance of roses.

In his deep dream, he seemed to want to touch something.

The fingertips trembled slightly, extremely fragile.