After the gourds became refined, farming made a fortune and exploded in another world

When Ji Yao said the word "Buddha Fruit", the shovel in Cangling's hand over there fell to the ground.

Cangling looked up at the pairs of fruits on the tree, and an evil smile slowly appeared on his handsome face.

The person he was waiting for finally appeared!
"Mother, you once said that if any woman named this fruit, she would be my destined princess. Now, someone actually knows this fruit."

This fruit tree was planted by his mother when he was five years old. She said that this fruit was rare in the world, and only the woman who named the fruit would be his destined princess.

At that time, he thought his mother was joking. What could be so strange about a fruit tree?
When a fruit tree bears fruit, you must all know it!
As a result, after so many years, no one recognized the fruit tree that blooms every ten years and bears fruit every ten years.

The fruit of this tree was about to mature. He thought that when the fruit matured and the fruit tree withered, he still wouldn't be able to wait for the destined princess.

Unexpectedly, I heard this sentence when I came to take care of the fruit trees today. Finally, my mother's hard work was not in vain.

When the fruit of this fruit tree is ripe and picked, the tree will wither. This is the special feature of the Buddha fruit.

There is only destiny to come and no destiny to go.

"The destined princess? That little delicate one?"

He knew who the woman was when she spoke just now.

This is the only woman he remembers.

He had been engaged to women before, but within a month of being engaged to him, they all died.

He simply stopped getting engaged later on, waiting to see if what his mother said would come true.

It actually came true today.

"Huo Ling, ask about the origin of the woman over there."

At the dock, he just thought why a little girl was so squeamish, and he became a little more concerned about it.

After returning to the capital, things were busy, so he forgot about this matter. Today, when he heard the voice of the little girl, he remembered this person's appearance.

Since he is the destined princess, he must be investigated carefully.

"Yes." Huo Ling stepped back.

Cangling picked up a bamboo basket. The fruits on the tree were heavy and white and plump, like ginseng dolls. "I can pick you now."

As he spoke, he held two fruits in his slender hands and plucked them.

The branch from which the fruit was plucked instantly withered and turned into powder and disappeared.

After picking ten fruits in a row, Cangling smiled with satisfaction.

Grandma Sun sent someone to find out what was going on but she hadn't come back yet, so Ji Yao and Yu Lian had to eat first.

After eating, Ji Yao lay on the bed unable to fall asleep.

The scent of the Buddha fruit penetrated her nostrils through the window.

"It's so annoying! I can only smell it but not eat it!" Ji Yao shuddered and lost interest in the delicate snacks placed on the table.

She has a little problem, that is, when she wants to eat something, she must eat it as much as possible, otherwise she always feels that there is something missing.

"This fruit is sweet and juicy. Do you want to come out and eat it?"

Just as Ji Yao was scratching her head and ears, a deep voice came from outside the window.

Ji Yao blinked, thinking that she was hallucinating, and quickly walked to the window, opened the window, and saw a man chewing a fruit in his hand, and a basket full of the fruit in the other hand.

Cangling's appearance is impeccable. Under the illumination of the night lights, she looks like a monster and is so handsome that she doesn't look like a mortal.

Especially those blood-red eyes, which seem to pull a person's soul into the abyss.

Ji Yao is not in the mood to look at beautiful men at all now, her eyes are all rolling on the fruit. "You treat me to food?" Ji Yao tilted her head and asked.

Cangling was looked at by her big watery eyes, and the tip of her heart seemed to be hit by something, making it feel numb and a little sour.

The little girl was wearing a goose-yellow tunic, with black hair as smooth as satin draped behind her back. Her big, watery eyes were full of questions, and her cherry mouth was slightly open, like a March begonia trying to be harvested.

Cangling smiled lowly, thinking that it would be nice for his princess to be such a delicate and soft little girl.

"Yes! I'm treating you to food, take it." Cangling smiled and handed over the small basket.

There are eight fruits in the small basket, which look crystal clear and exude an attractive fragrance.

Ji Yao quickly took the basket, as if she was afraid that he would regret it, "This fruit is very valuable, are you just giving it to me to eat? What do you want?"

Dad said there is no free lunch in the world.

If you want to get something, you must exchange it for something of equal value.

Ji Yao blinked her big eyes and looked him up and down. Isn't this the same person she met at Lingshan Temple?
His mansion is actually next to the Hou's mansion. Who is he?
Ji Yao still doesn't understand why she can remember this person.

"Request? If I say that this request is to give yourself to me as my wife, will you agree?"

Cangling looked at her with interest, this little guy was quite cute.

Ji Yao looked at the fruit in her arms and then at the handsome man in front of her, "What do you mean by giving me to you? To be your concubine? I don't want to be a concubine."

Daddy has said that girls must know how to love themselves, and when they get married, they must marry a man they like, and they must not be concubines.

Cangling's face darkened. What was this little girl thinking about?

"I'm not married yet, why should I treat you as my concubine?" Cangling patted her forehead lovingly.

Ji Yao was even more surprised, "I see you're not young anymore? Why didn't you get married? Do you mean to make me your wife?"

If you can eat this kind of fruit and become his wife, there is no room for negotiation.

Anyway, she could remember his face, and he was good-looking. Whether she liked him or not, that was enough, wasn't it?

She doesn't understand what love is either.

It’s just that her mother once told her that getting married is a good marriage between two people. Respecting each other as guests is already the best marriage. How can there be so many happy couples in the world?
If you can find a happy marriage, you must cherish it.

She didn't expect that she would find a happy marriage.

She always couldn't remember other people's faces. She was afraid that if she really got married and couldn't remember her husband-in-law's face, how would she live in the future?
I'm afraid we can't even treat each other as guests, right?

Ji Yao's thoughts are very simple. It is enough to marry a man whose face she can remember, to be his wife, to be able to support her, and to live a respectful life like a guest.

Cangling was choked by her straightforward words. This was the first time in his life that he had seen a girl and asked such a question.

"What if I say yes?" Anyway, he had already determined that this was his little princess.

He believed that his mother would not let him plant that fruit tree for no reason, nor would she tell him the meaning of the fruit tree for no reason.

Ji Yao tilted her head and thought again, "Then you are not married. Do you have concubines at home? Are there any women you are not involved with? The most important thing is, can you support me?"

That last sentence is the point.

She eats a lot and the food is very expensive, and most people can't afford it.

Cangling was amused by her question, and a low voice came from his chest, carrying a fatal temptation.

"Little guy, I don't have a concubine or a concubine in my family. As for whether I can support you, I can certainly afford it. Since you know this kind of fruit, you should know that most people can't afford this kind of fruit. Is it possible? You spend more money than raising this kind of fruit?"