Chapter 1937: Garland storm

Mensaro stared at the wreath, almost aphasia: "Thousand nights, this scarlet rouge is so drunk all over the world, it is difficult to find-" This kind of flower can be viewed and it is a very rare medicinal material. How many people ask for one It is not available, but I did not expect that Hua Qianye actually handed a wreath to Emperor Yuyu today--
Make evil!
Hua Qianye didn't care much, and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction: "Anyway, this flower is not needed for the time being. The garland is pretty good."
Mensalo: "..."
She sighed quietly: "Can I have one as a reward?"
Hua Qianye glanced at her and groaned slightly: "Saro, the wreath is worn by the little girl. I don't think you are good for this."
Mensaro jumped on her forehead. She was about the same age as Hua Qianye and thousands of years old.
Although she is older, she is not married yet, isn't she a little girl? !!
She touched her face subconsciously. Is she now very old?
Mensaro started to be so unconfident that he almost wanted to pull out a mirror to take a picture.
She is not very good-tempered, not to mention that she still begged her at the moment. She rubbed her teeth and grinned, "But what do I like about wreaths?"
She didn't believe it, and he didn't promise her!
Hua Qianye frowned slightly and sighed: "Okay, since you like it, it doesn't matter if you knit one, but this red scarlet is no longer drunk, you can choose another self-made, as long as you do not delay the refining to make."
Meng Shaluo froze, thin lips, smiled at Hua Qianye with a smile: "I am good at refining medicine, but we are not good at weaving corollas. Qian Ye, a friend, I do n’t want you to ask me this promise?"
Hua Qianye's eyes flickered a little, and he smiled: "It's just a wreath, what's the problem, you have to pick some flowers."
Did he promise to edit it for her?
Mensa Luo smiled sweetly: "Okay, I'll choose, I want to choose the best."
Gently glanced at Emperor Yu's glance, something of a demonstration.
Dressed elegantly, he began to stroll around the flower garden to choose flowers.
As soon as Emperor Yu pinched her mouth, she raised her hand and wanted to pick off the wreath on her head: "I don't like the wreath!"
She wants to be unique, something that is not unique is not rare.
Flower Qian Yeyi held Di Yuyu's small hand: "Xiaoyu, don't be capricious, she is a guest, and we must not lose our way of treating guests."
Emperor Yu froze for a moment, then subconsciously refuted: "Am I not a guest?"
Hua Qianye smoothed her head again and said, "Fool, you are the future hostess of the Dragon Holy Land. Where are the guests?"
Emperor Yu yelled: "Have a thousand nights, and you knock on my head again! I'll let you stay when you knock silly!"
Hua Qianye laughed leisurely, with a half-serious and half-joking tone: "compensate, I must pay, how about I lose myself to you?"
Emperor Yu: "..."
Mensala, who was choosing flowers not far from the front, paused. She naturally heard Hua Qianye's conversation with Emperor Yuyu, and her heart was full of taste.
It is always polite to spend Qian Ye's treatment of other girls.