The Second Miss Abandoned by the Prime Minister's Family

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You know, Du Ling is a real expert in gambling on flowers! I wonder if this time, can Mu Luo have the same luck as last time?

Mu Luo looked at the handsome man in front of him, raised his lips slightly, and said: "Okay, I accept it."

Anyway, the more stamens that can enhance spiritual power, the better. Since others want to give themselves the opportunity to pick them, why not?

The old man who was watching the garden quickly lit incense again, and Mu Luo and Du Ling once again entered the flowers to pick flowers.

"This guy has a good eye." Heng said to Mu Luo, "He picked out green stamens. If he's lucky, he might find blue ones."

"So amazing?" Mu Luo sighed. It seems that Du Ling's reputation is not for nothing. "What should we do?"

"It seems that we can only look for purple ones." Heng said, "Go to the tree on the left."

Mu Luo followed his instructions and slid the wheelchair over. But when she saw the tree in front of her, she couldn't help but frowned. "Are you sure, Heng? Does this tree really have purple stamens?"

It's not that Mu Luo didn't believe Heng, but the tree in front of her looked very thin and malnourished. It didn't look like it could produce purple stamens.

"Instead of doubting me, you might as well think of a way to pick the purple stamen." Heng said coldly, "The one with the purple stamen is the one on the top."

Mu Luo looked up and saw the flower that Heng was talking about. It was also a very thin flower bud, but it was very tall. She was sitting in a wheelchair and couldn't reach it at all.

She suddenly had a headache.

What should I do?

She was thinking about whether to use spiritual power to shake it down, and suddenly felt a gust of wind.

Immediately, the thin tree in front of her shook, and a flower fell down, landing steadily in Mu Luo's hand.

She was stunned for a moment, and when she looked up, she found that the flower blown down by the wind was the purple stamen she wanted to pick.

This couldn't be a coincidence, right?

She turned her head suspiciously, and immediately met a pair of eyes like obsidian.

Mu Luo's heart tightened.

It was Leng Wujue.

Did he use his spiritual power to turn the flower into wind and put it in her hands?

But why did he help me? And how did he know that I wanted this flower?

While Mu Luo was doubting, Heng urged, "It's too late, hurry up and pick the next one."

Mu Luo put away his thoughts and continued to look for the next purple flower.

At the same time, on the other side, Leng Wujue's eyes fell on the slender back of the woman, and the arc of his lips became more intense.

His spiritual power was strong enough, so he could feel the color of the stamens in the flower. So he quickly realized which flower Mu Luo wanted.

So he helped her.

As for the reason, he himself was not very clear, but he felt that when he saw the woman in front of him winning the game in front of everyone, the faint smile on her lips made him feel good for no reason.

Mu Luo quickly found the second purple flower, and he helped her shake it off again.

However, he did it very secretly, so in the eyes of ordinary people, it was as if Mu Luo had picked two flower buds blown down by the wind.

Suddenly, the people in the crowd couldn't help laughing again.

"Oh my God, it seems that this second Miss Mu really picked flowers casually, without even looking at them, and took all the flowers that fell from the tree!"

"I thought she had some special skills just now, but I was really blind."

"It seems that the winner this time must be Master Du Ling."

Amidst the noise, an incense stick passed, and Mu Luo and Du Ling returned to the outside of the flowers.

"Let's take a look at Master Du Ling's flowers first." The old man spoke, and directly opened all three of Du Ling's flowers in one breath, one blue and two green.

This time, everyone in the audience was stunned, and they were amazed, saying that Du Ling was indeed a rare genius in a century.

At this point, everyone felt that Du Ling had won the game, and many people even started to make a fuss, saying that they didn't need to look at Mu Luo's flowers anymore.

The old man quickly opened Mu Luo's first flower, which was exactly the one Mu Luo had found, the only blue one.

"Blue." Everyone was shocked that Mu Luo had found another blue one, but they still spoke with distrust, "So what if it's blue? Young Master Du Ling also has a blue one, and Mu Luo can't possibly be that good with the next two."

Amidst the discussions, the old man finally opened Mu Luo's second flower.

"Oh my God, this is..." The old man was stunned, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What on earth is it?" Everyone came over curiously, and saw that the heart of the flower in the old man's hand was empty.

Everyone was startled, and then burst into laughter.

"Tsk, I thought it was something, but there's nothing!"

"Is this the flower that fell into Mu Luo's hands? It's empty, so embarrassing."

"It seems that luck will run out!"

But before everyone finished their mocking words, they heard Mu Luo say indifferently: "Look carefully, this pistil, is there really nothing?"

Everyone was stunned, and saw the old man, shaking his hands, slowly pushing open the bottom layer of the petals.

Suddenly, the light purple pistil was revealed, because it was very small, so it was just covered by the bottom of the petals.

Dead silence.

Suddenly, there was only dead silence in the whole crowd.