"What's the matter?" He had a hunch that the thing Wan Wan told him to do seemed to be related to him.

Also, the masked man named Yingyue has really beautiful eyes, because most of his face is covered by the silver mask, but it makes his eyes as bright as the mountains in the distance, with some golden fragments in between.

The luster is flowing. Regardless of whether they are men or women, if they are stared at by his extremely cold eyes, they will subconsciously be intoxicated in the smoky atmosphere, and time will stand still.

His name is Shadow Moon.

He is the man who stays by Wanwan's side.

Almost every time Bei Che goes to Maple Mountain Manor, he will see his loyal guard beside him, refusing to leave even a step.

Such a man is unlikely to succumb to someone and obey his orders willingly.

So, what kind of hope does he place on Xiang Wanwan?

Bei Che was a little curious.

Xiang Wanwan bent her lips, took out a pearl, and placed it in the gold cup sent by the palace maid. It made a crisp sound and said, "There is nothing special. I will talk to His Highness in detail when this is over."

"How about we not go back to Maple Mountain Manor tonight?" Bei Che pressed forward, holding Roucai's big hand, and squeezed it ambiguously. Seeing Wan Wan's look a little suffocated, he immediately changed his words, "I'm just kidding, I'll give you a flower appreciation poem later."

When the meeting is over, I will take you back in person."

A smile appeared on Wanwan's lips, "Your Highness, only those who are patient will have the last laugh. Don't be disappointed."

"It's not that I'm disappointed." Smashing his mouth, he sighed briefly and said no more.

After the scoring is over, the next step is to announce the scores and enter the review stage.

Most of the flowers sent for selection this year bloom brilliantly and each has its own merits.

It is quite difficult to distinguish between high and low.

However, since everyone has their own preferences and we don’t know who the owner of the flower is, just relying on voting to determine the score saves a lot of trouble.

The results came out, and the pot of seven-color camellia was undoubtedly elected as the oiran. Such a special flower, I don’t know how much effort the cultivator spent to cultivate it successfully.

One flower has seven colors, and it is rare that all seven colors come in pairs. It is so beautiful and rare.

Seven Color Camellia received a bowl full of pearls and a copper coin.

The pearls were invested by noble ladies, daughters and talented men, and the copper coins were invested by the prairie princess. Everyone could see clearly and clearly, and then everyone laughed when they knew the result of the Seven Color Camellia winning the championship.

Sure enough, she is from the grassland. Her aesthetics are so different. Others think she is so beautiful that she looks vulgar. I wonder which flower is her favorite in the eyes of this princess who likes to whip her whip.

A beautiful flower.

Xiang Wanwan held her forehead helplessly and waved her hand, signaling that she could make the announcement.

The eunuch in charge had a shrill voice, and at first glance, he could not distinguish between men and women. "The oiran of this Flower Appreciation Poetry Festival is the one everyone expects. It is this seven-color camellia that is rare in the world, and won a total of 110 pearls."

, one copper coin, a total of three hundred and thirty-one points, the owner of the seven-color camellia is the "Flower Fairy" of this Flower Appreciation Poetry Contest... Then, the old slave announced that the owner of this seven-color camellia is——
Chapter completed!