Mu Qingyi looked at Rong Jin, thought for a while and said, "Mo He". In fact, Mu Qingyi originally liked the precious green peony more, which was elegant but not elegant but elegant, but a famous family among the chrysanthemums. But now Mu Qingyi feels that the gorgeous and colorful chrysanthemums are even more charming and charming.

Rong Jin looked at her beautiful face and smiled happily, and suddenly flew into the air and rushed towards the place where the most precious chrysanthemums were placed under the stands in surprise. Amid the screams of everyone, a black shadow flew past. When he came to his senses, Rong Jin was already standing in the stands again. He held a pot of ink-colored chrysanthemums in his hand.

The ordinary ink chrysanthemum is called the ink chrysanthemum. In fact, most of the flowers are dark purple, but the pot of ink chrysanthemum in Rong Jin's hand is even more different. The same dark purple is closer to black, and the petals are also ordinary ink chrysanthemum is more slender and colorful. It is less dignified than the ordinary ink chrysanthemum, but more luxurious and enchanting. It is reflected in the two men in the black brocade dress that holds it. It is so beautiful that people don't know whether to see flowers or people. It is as beautiful as a famous ink painting outlined by famous artists.

"Qingqing, is it beautiful?" Rong Jin carefully put Mo Ju on the table in front of Mu Qingyi and asked with a smile.

Mu Qingyi nodded slightly, looked down at Mo Ju on the table, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Rong Jin's magical move made the venue below chaotic. It turned out that the pot of ink chrysanthemum selected by Rong Jin was the most popular pot at this year's chrysanthemum. The owner of this pot of ink chrysanthemum is an old man who is obsessed with chrysanthemums and is quite famous in Pengzhou. When he saw that the ink chrysanthemum he had carefully cultivated was taken away so lightly, what's wrong? He was anxious on the spot.

When Bu Yutang saw the pot of ink chrysanthemums on the high stands, he couldn't help but feel a headache. Although he was a parent official in Pengcheng, he couldn't afford to offend any of these people. However, the old man's life was taken away by someone, so he had to talk to him. He had to accompany the old man up to discuss with Master Yun Yin in person.

"Don't touch my flowers!" As soon as the old man went upstairs, he saw Sun Zeling sitting on the side, intending to touch his delicate flowers with his big palm-like hand, and immediately rushed over with a roar.

The speed was so fast that Bu Yutang was stunned. The old man was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry.

"I told you not to touch it!" Seeing that Sun Zeling's claws were still going forward, the old man immediately slapped Sun Zeling's hand without hesitation. Sun Zeling was also angry. He was a great general, but was scolded by this thin old man in public and was completely lost!

"Why can't I touch me? I want to touch me!" As he said that, he reached out to pinch the petals. Sun Zeling is a martial artist and has no sympathy for flowers and plants. Today he said he was here to attend the flower party, so it would be better to come over to the formation for Bu Yutang's sake.

"General Sun." Mu Qingyi quickly raised his hand and opened his hand, and said with a smile: "General Sun calms down, this old man has good intentions, too."

Sun Zeling frowned unhappily and said, "What good intentions? This old man clearly looks down on me!"

Mu Qingyi smiled and said, "This ink chrysanthemum is poisonous. It would be okay if General Sun just touched it a little. If he pinched it this time, he would be afraid that the general would not be serious, so he rushed to stop it."

"Poisonous?" Sun Zeling changed color and glared at the old man angrily, saying, "Old man, what do you want to do with a pot of poisonous flowers?"

The old man glanced at Sun Zeling disdainfully and said proudly: "Isn't the poisonous flower a word? Besides, I have already stated that this flower can only be viewed from afar. No one asked you to take it away if you didn't say hello." After saying that, he ignored Sun Zeling's angry mother, but turned around and looked at Mu Qingyi with interest and said: "You girl have some knowledge. How do you know that this is poisonous?"

"I was lucky enough to see such an ink chrysanthemum. It is said that the flower is called "Mo Yao". Now it is not yet in its prime. It is as big as a peony at its peak, and its posture is rare in the world. In addition, all this flower can be used as medicine. However, the petals contain highly poisonous." Mu Qingyi said softly.

The old man looked up and down at Mu Qingyi for a while, then nodded and said, "You little girl is extraordinary if you have such insight."

Mu Qingyi smiled and said, "Senior praised you, Yun Yin is rude, please forgive me." As he said that, he sent the whole pot of ink chrysanthemums to the old man respectfully. Rong Jin curled his lips with some displeasure and said, "Don't Qingqing like it?"

Mu Qingyi smiled gently and said, "This pot of ink chrysanthemum is not easy to cultivate, it must be the treasure of this old man. Why should he win someone's love?"

Rong Jin hummed lightly, "Didn't he just sell it at the flower party?"

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, "Boy is arrogant, who said I used it to sell it? I am not short of this amount of money, even if I lack money... I won't sell it!"

"That's just showing off?"

The old man smiled proudly and said, "So what? Who else in this world has the ability to raise such a good ink demon? Little girl, do you think so?" Mu Qingyi nodded with a smile, "What the old man said, "This is not a compliment. This chrysanthemum is not easy to raise, and this ink demon is more than ten times more difficult than ordinary chrysanthemums. Back then, there was also a ink demon in the Gu family. Under Gu Xiang's careful care, he still withered before the flowers bloomed. It also made Gu Xiang feel sad and sighed that this flower had no chance of being with him.

"I love to show off and be struck by lightning." Rong Jin vomited coldly.

Mu Qingyi sighed helplessly, and secretly pulled Rong Jin's sleeve and pulled him to stop. If the old man was angry, it would be hard to end.

Next to him, Qian Ling, who had been snuggling in Wei Wuji's arms, suddenly spoke: "Wuji, this flower is so beautiful."

Wei Wuji smiled and said, "It's indeed extraordinary."

Seeing that he did not express any of this, Qian Ling bit the corner of his lip and said softly: "Wuji, I...I want this pot of ink chrysanthemum, can I?"

Wei Wuji hesitated for a moment, and before he could speak, the old man turned around and said fiercely: "No!" Do you think he can't hear him talking in a low voice?

Wei Wuji looked down at Qianling with embarrassment, "Qianling... Why don't we look at something else?" Although Wei Wuji is the richest man in the world, he is not willing to win over the favors in public, especially the elderly who think they are over 60 years old.

Qian Ling, who had always been obedient to him, seemed astonishingly stubborn this time, shook his head and said, "No... I just want this pot of ink chrysanthemum. Wuji...please..." As he said that, tears began to roll in his eyes again, and there was a faint sense of anxiety in his eyes. Obviously, this time it was not to act coquettishly to attract Wei Wuji's attention, but to this pot of ink chrysanthemum is really important to her.
Chapter completed!