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In fact, Zhao Jing didn't know what was going on with him either. Ever since she was young, she had always been by his master's and grandmaster's side. It was not that there were no Plum Blossom Trees on the mountain. Those wild plum blossoms were even more beautiful, but he had never seen her like this. The plum cake of the palace chef. She had eaten quite a few of them over the years.

Why couldn't she get used to the fragrance of the plum blossoms after reaching the Plum Garden? What was going on?

"This Bi Mei of yours …" Yawning … " Zhao Jing was already at a loss for words. "It seems like it's fate that I don't have one …" Yawning! "Yawn!" She quickly covered her nose and mouth and ran through the Merlin towards the entrance.

Wen Rusheng couldn't help but laugh out loud from behind, "Brother Zifeng, slow down a bit! Scene, bring me the things in my study! "

"Young Master?" The scenery was hesitating.

"If I tell you to go, then go. Why are you wasting your breath?" Wen Rusheng gathered up her clothes and followed behind Zhao Jing.

In reality, Zhao Jing hadn't run far. He had only left the Jade-Maiden Peak. Strangely, her sneezing habit had improved a lot since she had left Bimelin. The further he went, the lighter the symptoms became, as if he was at odds with the Bremerlin.

"What do you think, young master?" Wei Shuge asked hurriedly as she looked at Zhao Jing with a short breath. If something were to happen to the Emperor, the Regent's Mansion would definitely not let them go so easily. When the investigation was carried out, the people around Zhao Jing would be doomed. Wei Shuge naturally wasn't afraid of the Regent's Estate's power. Instead, she was truly worried for Zhao Jing. "How is it?" "Are you feeling better?"

Zhao Jing rubbed the tip of his nose. His eyes were red, and he sneezed until tears filled his face. But at this time, she was already much better. She sniffed and sat in the bamboo corridor, "Better, don't worry, I'm probably not used to the smell of this jasmine!"

Wen Rusheng had already rushed over and coughed twice. "The fragrance of the jade-green plum was rather pungent. Those who don't get used to it will definitely get excited. It's a good thing that I have some Coldfragrance powder inside. Once the scenery is brought over, you can just pack one pack on yourself and you'll be fine! "

"So magical?" Zhao Jing didn't dare to believe it.

"This Cold Fragrance Powder isn't something an ordinary person can make. You need the plum blossoms bloomed in the summer dawn to soak in a little lotus flower dew for a day and a night, and then dry and grind it into powder. Only then can it be considered complete!" Wen Rusheng smiled. As she spoke, the scenery had already returned, panting for breath. The servant behind her had just brought another cup of tea over.

Wen Rusheng took the scented sachet from Zi Jing's hands and said, "I'll give this to brother Zi Jing. However, since you're wearing it on your body, you won't have to be bothered by the plum fragrance anymore." He personally stuffed the scented sachet into Zhao Jing's hands.

The scented sachet wasn't big. When placed in Zhao Jing's hand, it would fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. On the surface of the simple hexagonal scented sachet was embroidered a fine, snow-white, red plum, and jade plum. Although it was a red match, it did not seem too ugly. Zhao Jing had taken a closer look at Wen Rusheng's sleeve before, so he could recognize that the embroidery on this scented sachet was the same as Wen Rusheng's. Clearly, he really did like the plum blossoms.

"This Cold Fragrance Powder is so precious, how can I …" Zhao Jing hesitated for a moment before saying, "I think it's better if you don't want it!" If I want to find you in the future, I'll just wait outside.

"How can you stand at the door and reminisce about old times when a guest has come to visit?" Wen Rusheng sighed, "Although the Cold Fragrance Powder is precious, it is not as valuable as friends! I hope that Brother Zi Jing will not decline! "

Zhao Jing smiled. "Then I'll accept it if you agree!" "Thank you, Brother Wen!"

Wen Rusheng had someone bring the tea table and other items to the bamboo corridor and continue sitting with Zhao Jing.

However, Li Yiheng, who was standing behind Zhao Jing, suddenly shivered. He immediately used all his strength to support himself against the pillar, barely able to stand. He shook his head with all his might, trying his best to open his eyes wide. He seemed to want to see something clearly, but it was also as if nothing could be seen clearly. His entire being seemed to be in a daze!

"What's wrong with you? Your face is so red? " Zhao Jing was astonished. When she looked back, it was not only Li Yiheng who did the same, even Wei Shuge was the same. His entire face was flushed red and his gaze upon others was erratic, as if he was drunk. Zhao Jing's heart thumped as he hastily supported the tottering Wei Shuge. "Shuge, what's wrong with you?"

"It's just that I feel a bit hot all over and like I'm in a trance." Wei Shuge shook her head. "I'm fine. Don't worry, young master!"

Zhao Yuannan was puzzled. "Why would it be like this?"

"Because they smelled the drunk plum!" Wen Rusheng sipped her tea and said, "Don't worry, just drink a little more water! In the northwest corner of my Plum Square, there is a Sweet 'n' Sour Plum that is specially used to brew wine. Everyone in the garden knows that drinking a lot of water will dispel the aroma of this drunken plum. I forgot to mention you when I first came in! "Moreover …"

"And what?" Zhao Jing hurriedly asked.

Wen Rusheng laughed, "The higher the internal force, the more drunk the person is. On the contrary, it's normal people who get drunk that don't seem to be much of a problem!"

Zhao Jing was suddenly enlightened. It was no wonder that both Zhao Yuannan and her were fine. Only Li Muheng and Wei Shuge could go on with their lives. It was because of Drunken plum. The scenery had already been brought to the water, and Wei Shuge could only helplessly sit by the railing and drink her water with all her might.

"How long will it take to solve this?" Zhao Jing hastily asked, a trace of unexplainable panic in his heart.

"I'll be fine in half a cup of tea's time!" Wen Rusheng put down the cup in her hand and coughed softly. "Rest assured, it will be fine! It's the same for the servants in the manor who didn't know about it in the past. We're used to it! "

However, Zhao Jing didn't think so. His limpid eyes scanned the surroundings and he couldn't help but laugh. "Brother Wen, an ordinary person wouldn't dare to so easily enter your Plum Plaza!" "You might get into trouble. If you come in, it will be difficult for you to get out!"

"That's why I won't allow outsiders to enter so easily." Wen Rusheng sighed.

The scenery suddenly changed. When he returned, he whispered into Wen Rusheng's ear. Wen Rusheng's expression changed slightly, but after looking at Zhao Jing for a moment, he quickly returned to normal.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Jing slowly put down the cup in his hand.

Wen Rusheng smiled and said, "Fang Hua has met with some troubles, so... I'm afraid I have to walk away for a while! If Brother Zi Jing feels that you've come too far, you can go to the Fanghua Temple in the future and let people know. "I am not in a good condition, and I usually live in Fanhua Temple, so I don't dare to work too hard."

"Alright!" Zhao Jing stood up. "I've been out for a long time. I should go back."

"Wait!" Wen Rusheng called out to Zhao Jing, who had turned around and handed him a ring. "I'll give this to Brother Jing. In the future, you can also use it as a keepsake when you go to Fanghua Temple, or come to the Plum Plaza. There's no need to inform anyone about this!"

Zhao Jing took it and looked at the empty space on Wen Rusheng's fingertips. "You're giving it to me like this?"

The plum blossom ring with crisscrossed gold and silver threads looked extremely good, but … After making a trip to the Plaza, this Wen Rusheng always gave her gifts. Zhao Jing knew that she had a thick skin, but he still felt a bit embarrassed.

"It's not something precious, but it's the most precious symbol of my Flowerwood Temple." When Wen Rusheng said this, the light in her eyes dimmed a little. "My mother left it to me, saying that it was passed down from my family to my wife in the future. However …" With my body, I don't want to implicate other people's girls, so I might as well live a good life, one day at a time! I don't have any friends, so it's rare for me to meet someone who can talk. "

This ring was simply too big for Zhao Jing. It was even larger than a thumb, so he could only use it as a toy.

Wen Rusheng gave a helpless smile. "I didn't expect Brother Zifeng's hand to be so beautiful. It really can be described as slender as jade." "I've never seen a man's hand before. It's as beautiful as Brother Zijing's."

Zhao Jing laughed dryly. "One's fingers are unstained by the sun and spring water. Since I've never done rough work before, of course I'll feel better!" After saying that, she placed the ring on her palm. "It's getting late, I should also go home. Otherwise, my family would have to look for me everywhere."

"Alright!" Wen Rusheng nodded and coughed softly, "Goodbye!"

"Farewell!" Zhao Jing turned and left.

After walking out of the valley and boarding the carriage, Zhao Jing's heart felt slightly at ease. Raising the curtain of the carriage window to look behind him, he didn't know why, but his heart was beating rapidly. It was as if there was something that needed to be done in the future by Wen Rusheng. Leaning against the wall of the carriage, Zhao Jing's eyes stared at the Plum Blossom Ring on his palm. His expression was somewhat gloomy, and his heart was filled with panic.

"What's wrong, young master?" Wei Shuge asked, "Why do you feel uneasy?"

"I keep feeling a bit inexplicably nervous." Zhao Jing stuffed the Plum Blossom Ring back into Wei Shuge's hands. "Keep it for me. Don't lose it!" After some thought, he passed the scented sachet to Wei Shuge. "This one too! Other than you and Brother Nan, I don't believe in anyone else. Wen Rusheng said that this is the Coldfragrance powder. Bring it out and have someone check if it's real or not! "

"Alright!" Wei Shuge nodded. "Leave it to me!"

Zhao Jing nodded and rubbed his forehead as he leaned against the wall of the carriage. "Do you think I'm really ruthless?" They treated me to tea and sent me here, while I seized the rights to host the Flowerwood Great Poetry Conference?! " She paused, "In the martial arts world, is it ungrateful? After all, Wen Rusheng saved me! "

"Then does Young Master want to let go?" Wei Shuge asked.

Zhao Jing was startled, but he remained silent.

"If I can't let him go, then why bother about me? It's not good for Young Master to think too much! " Wei Shuge sighed. "Things have already come to this point. Just as Young Master said, there is no turning back now! It didn't matter if he was heartless or loyal, in the end, he was just struggling helplessly. The day when Young Master had no longer been forced to kill others, he would have to do such a thing. That was the true heartless act. Now, it can only be considered as having no other choice! "

Zhao Jing gently clutched at his chest, thinking of the heart-wrenching pain he had felt that night. How many people in this world were able to live as they pleased?

As the carriage shakily entered the city, Zhao Jing felt tired and rested within the carriage. Wei Shuge stood by to watch over the carriage.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped. Wei Shuge's body tensed up. What was going on?

However, Zhou Zhiqian's voice came from outside, "Master has orders to invite young master over. There's something we need to discuss!"

Wei Shuge narrowed her eyes and subconsciously clenched her fists. The so-called 'something to discuss with others', I'm afraid it's just … The good did not come with ill intentions. Could it be that Dongfang Wenming suspected something? He then turned around to look at Zhao Jing. With such a huge disturbance, how come Zhao Jing didn't react at all?

"Young Master?" Wei Shuge shouted in a low voice.

Zhao Jing's eyes were still tightly shut. Suddenly, Wei Shuge panicked. "Young Master?!"