"Master, please don't be joking. I, Mo Sheng, never charge money for business. If the money in Master's hands can be used to pay for tea, Mo will not mind accepting it." The scholar scratched his head in embarrassment. Yes, she is the only one who would not dislike him for being poor. But he didn't protect her well. Mo Sheng took the cherry blossom and put it into the vase. She walked to the cabinet and opened the big dusty box.
Nothing.
Mo Sheng looked at it for a while and then took out a small bottle out of thin air. She opened the small porcelain bottle, and a strange fragrance immediately rushed out of the porcelain bottle. The scholar felt that the fragrance was so sweet that he fell asleep soon after. Mo Sheng casually poured the liquid from the small porcelain bottle into the vase. The original dead branch seemed to be awakened and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing a small bud. Mo Sheng sat down again and smiled: "The reward will be the stories between you two."