strate immediately became interested and sent people to investigate. The news that came back was plentiful, but it boiled down to these three versions.The first clue is that the treasure map surfaced...Luo Ying, hearing that the place was full, felt a little disappointed. She turned to Ripples who had just walked in and said:

"Miss, this inn is already full. Let's look for another one!"

With a nonchalant nod, the group prepared to leave.

"Excuse me, miss. Please wait!"

A gentle male voice came from the stairs on the second floor of the inn.

After the ripples settled, he glanced back at the other person and waited for their next words.

"Excuse me, I apologize for being abrupt. Wen Mou has been traveling here and learned about the Flower Appreciation Festival, so he invited a few friends to gather at Huayue City. Because we prefer tranquility, we rented a small courtyard in this inn."

It's just that three of my friends cancelled, another friend has a room booked elsewhere and invited me to stay with him. I was about to move out of this small courtyard anyway. If Miss doesn't mind, Mr. Wen could transfer this courtyard directly to you.

Ripples nodded after hearing this, and Wen Lu stepped forward and said:

"Thank you, Wen Gongzi, for letting me have this."

Winston withdrew his silver and then took his leave of the inn.

Luo Ying finally moved into the small courtyard with the flower wall, as she had wished. Everyone washed up and rested without having to say anything.

The master and apprentice found a small room at the front of an inn to rest in. This was arranged by Luo Ying. If they weren't Daoists, they probably wouldn't even be allowed into the courtyard.

The next day, Lian Yi brought Luo Huai and Min Min. They went to visit Huayue City in a carriage driven by Liang Chen.

Minmin sat in the car, but her expression wasn't very excited. This contrasted sharply with Luo Huai beside her. Lian Yi couldn't help but blurt out a question.

"Minmin, but I'm tired. If you don't want to shop around, I'll have Liang Chen take you back to the inn to rest."

Minmin came back to her senses and immediately said, sheepishly:

"Thank you for your concern! Minmin is not tired, I was just daydreaming just now."

But what about your mother

"Yes, nothing escapes Miss's eyes."

Minmin didn't deny it, she pursed her lips and asked in a low voice:

"Miss, do you think Uncle Wu Meng is a suitable match for your mother"

It depends on your mother's opinion. If she thinks Wu Meng is a suitable match for her, then he naturally is. But if she doesn't think so, even if you and I think they are a good match, it won't matter.

I hope my mother is happy.

"I understand, your mother also wants you to be happy."

"Miss, would my existence make Mother worry"

Minmin was very smart and understood the meaning in Lian Yi's words immediately.

Of course, if she remarries, she will definitely consider your thoughts. As a mother, she probably hopes you'll find a good home first, and then she'll consider her own marriage.

"Mimin understood. She would talk to her mother about it when she got back."

Minmin's eyes lit up and she smiled, then the carriage stopped, and Liang Chen's voice came from outside:

"Miss, there's a poetry and painting competition going on in the pavilion ahead. All the young talents are inside. Shall we join the fun"

Luo Huai's eyes lit up, staring at the ripples, waiting for her to speak.

"Then let's go see the commotion!"

The three of them got off the carriage and mingled with the throng. Like those elegantly dressed women, they strolled at a leisurely pace towards the flower pavilion by the lake.

Because there were too many people, Lian Yi and Luo Huai got separated from Min Min. Lian Yi wasn't worried though, with Min Min's skills, not many people could do anything to her.

So she and Luohuai strolled around, waiting for Minmin to arrive. Every few meters, there were tables set up in the flower sea or under the trees, each with pens, ink, paper, and inkstones, available for people to write poems, compose couplets, or paint with ink.

Several handsome young men were surrounded by admiring women, praising the poets' calligraphy or the painters' artistry. If they encountered a man they liked, they would even give him a pouch as a gift. If the man reciprocated with a poem or painting created on the spot, it could be considered an acceptance of the woman's affections. The two could then spend time together at the following Flower Viewing Festival.

Ripple heard from Luohuai what he had found out, and she felt that this was just a disguised matchmaking event. It's just that there were more girls than boys, and the boys were more reserved in their approach.

"Miss, where is Minmin Should I go look for her"

Luo Huai asked.

"It's fine, she's on her own and I'm not afraid. But what if you were alone and got taken away by a wolf"

"Oh! Miss, you're just teasing me. Luo Huai will always follow the miss, he won't get lost."

Luo Huai smiled, revealing two dimples, and said happily.

"Miss, Mr. Wang observes that you possess extraordinary bearing and an ethereal aura. Would you consent to having your portrait painted"

A man in a green robe stepped out from behind a potted evergreen, and bowed to Lianli asking.

"My mistress dislikes portraits and does not wish for her likeness to be circulated. Please understand."

Luo Huai retracted his smile, stepped forward, and solemnly declined the other party's proposal.

Liàn Yī looked at this Prince Wang with one glance, also quite curious. With her veil on, how could he see through to the essence of her natural elegance

"It was Wang who was rude."

Young Master Wang was very considerate and stepped aside. Liàn Yī and Luò Huái continued strolling through the flower pavilion.

Unbeknownst to him, Young Master Wang was smitten with the ripples' beauty and couldn't forget her. With just a fleeting encounter, he meticulously painted her likeness, capturing every detail, including the veil she wore. His portrayal of her grace was so lifelike that it seemed to breathe. Since he knew nothing of her origins, he dubbed her "Jade Orchid Fairy".

Subsequently, the painting spread widely, and surprisingly, some people actually believed that there were fairies in Huayue City, with this Yulan Fairy being one of them.

At that time, Minmin was being pestered by a young man in purple robes. He insisted on giving her his poems.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. As a humble woman, I cannot read and would not waste such a precious thing."

Minmin's refusal was very straightforward. In fact, she could read, but she just didn't like such sour things. To her, they were neither edible nor exchangeable for money. What use were they Besides, she could also see that this person was trying to butter her up.

"At first glance, this young lady is clearly a heroine. Naturally, she wouldn't care for your bitter and mean words. Why don't you just take a look at my paintings instead I, Su [surname], am not very talented, but I'm skilled at landscape painting. My paintings could fetch some silver."

Seeing the two about to argue, Minmin directly lowered herself and slipped away.

With much effort, she finally found the young lady and Luo Huai drinking flower wine in the pavilion. Min Min immediately quickened her pace, walked up to Lian Yi’s front, and said:

"Miss, Minmin was just scattered."

But what kind of trouble did you run into

"Nothing."

That's great! I think this flower wine is good, I'm going to buy some. Let's go buy some flower tea too.

Ripple smiled and said.

"Yes!"

At this moment, Master Wen just happened to enter the pavilion with his friends and saw Luo Huai and Min Min. He took two steps forward, ready to greet them, but just as he was about to do so, he saw Lian Yi lift her veil and take a sip of flower wine. Her eyes suddenly lit up before falling silent again.

"Well, hello there! Fancy meeting you here again!"

"Master Wen, are you also here at the flower pavilion to write poems and paint"

Luo Huai had a good impression of this Wen Gongzi, and asked with a smile.

"Yes, I'm here with a friend. He's an excellent painter!"

"Winslow, do you know this young lady"

A surprising voice came.

Luo Huai looked over, wasn't it just that Wang Gongzi who had blocked his young mistress earlier and insisted on painting a portrait of herry Y. The other chest contained automatic rifles, and the third chest brought over was filled with hand grenades.When Duan Zongqing saw these things, his eyes lit up. He immediately took out a small s...