After that, Yan's mother saw the appearance of the strange flower in her hand.

It's really a harsh way to destroy flowers!

The small bun was held in Jixiang's arms and raised it. The little man twisted and twisted in Jixiang's arms, stretching out his fat and short fleshy arms to reach the flower closest to the branch.

Yan's mother glanced at the flower and nodded in her heart. The flower was blooming much better than the one that was just now.

Yan Ning reached out to the lowest flower on the branch, grabbed the branch tightly, then stretched out his hand and pulled it hard. A crisp sound of a broken branch sounded, and even if the flower was picked, it was completed.

This technique is simply synonymous with rudeness.

When the small meat bag in Jixiang's arms turned around and looked like a unique flower was freshly released. It was exactly the same as the one in her hand.

The branches that were still blooming so well just now were still tenaciously remaining in the same place except for the peach blossoms near the branches, the other flowers rust down along the hands of the buns and fell down in a scattered manner. When the breeze blew, they were swirling in the air and fell layer by layer on the ground.

It's pretty pretty.

Yan Ning held his "masterpiece" in both hands, walked to Yan's mother, shook her sleeves, sighed pretendingly, and said, "Flowers are not ruthless things, they turn into soil to protect flowers."

Yan's mother:...

Yan's mother's mouth twitched at this moment, and her face was expressionless. She didn't need to think about where she learned this pretentious style from.

But, what the hell is this poem?

"An An is so awesome, she can recite poems." Yan's mother smiled in support. Yan Ning grinned, revealing her neat front teeth, and laughed.

It seems that the poem I adapted temporarily is pretty good, but my father still took the blame.

I hope my mother will not take this account on you after she returns.

Yan Ning had just finished throwing the blame and tried his best to make Yan's mother happy. In the room here, the abbot of Putuo Temple clasped his hands together, smiled, and looked at the boy opposite him and recited a Buddhist verse.

"Amitabha, little donor, is there something important to come here after leaving Beijing this time?"

"Master." The young man folded his hands together, nodded slightly, and thought for a while, "I have started having that dream again for some reason, and the dream is clearer than before. Please ask the master to solve the doubts for Rong Lin."

"Little donor, don't force anything. Just let it go." The abbot twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand a few times, and the sliver of sandalwood spread out from the incense burner and floated to the tip of the young man's nose. His chaotic thinking was a little clear.

"Master, this matter involves the words of strange powers and chaos, and it is inconvenient to be told by outsiders. Rong Lin just wants to be at peace, and I hope the master can solve the doubts."

"The prince, all things are caused by cause and effect, and there is a certainty. You will understand when you should understand it." The abbot's eyes were calm, as if there was nothing, but he felt that he could tolerate everything.

"Master Huici, it was not Rong Lin's forced request. It was really this knot that bothered me for a long time. Today, I hope the master will tell you the truth. Rong Lin will bear the consequences." The young man bowed slightly, with a sincere expression, with the determination that he was determined to win.

"Forget it, the past life is the result of this life. The prince must remember not to force anything." The abbot stood up and took out a string of coral beads from the box beside him, but the title had changed, "What owes others always have to pay back."

"This is..." The boy looked at the beads. The workmanship was exquisite, but the technique was a little unfamiliar. It could be seen that the person who made them was not a skilled person, but the material of the beads was excellent coral.

The boy tried to put his hand in, and the beads stretched and contracted with the size of his bones, a little tight, but it was not uncomfortable.

"Just just bring the beads, and you will understand it in the future." After saying this, the abbot closed his eyes to show his visit.

"Thank you, Master, for answering Rong Lin's doubts, and saying goodbye." The young man turned around and left.

Master Huici sighed in the room, and when he heard it carefully, he seemed to be a "people of heaven"...

...

"Dad, Dad, look at the flowers." Yan Ning took out the flowers he treasured to send to his father from behind and handed them over.

Father Yan looked at the branches in front of him, and there was only the flower heart on it. He didn't even know where the petals around him went, and he felt a little upset. But thinking about it, this was given by his baby girl, the whole flower was all the same.

This flower is really interesting.

Yan's father took the branch in front of him without changing his face, opened the folding fan in his hand and fanned it, and then said, "An An is very interested, I like it very much for his father."

As he said that, he glanced at Yan's mother behind him and began to open his eyes to tell lies.

"This flower is full of heart, and it looks like it is not an ordinary thing."

"Yes, yes." Yan Ning nodded.

In fact, there is only one bud that has not yet bloomed.

"And the flower stems are narrow, long and straight, and their character remains."

"Yes, right." Yan Ning continued to nod.

"It can be seen that this person who picks flowers is thoughtful and must be a little beauty."

Yan Ning:ヾ(?°?°?)??

Yan Ning's eyes lit up, and his eyes were staring at her beautiful father with a burning look.

"Dad, you really have vision." After that, he twisted his body shyly, rubbed his toes against his toes and said something quite "sorry".

"Dad, this was picked by An An personally hand to give to Dad."

Father Yan:...
Chapter completed!