Operation Red Book

When passing by the backyard of Muyunzhai, Ivy suddenly stopped. She smiled for the first time in a long time, quickened her pace and walked into the garden full of spring scenery.

Compared to the noisy front desk of Muyunzhai, Ivy prefers the flower-filled backyard.

Mr. Zhu had people plant flowers that bloom in different months, which makes the courtyard flourish in different seasons.

It is already June, and jasmine, white orchid, gardenia, hibiscus, impatiens, and morning glory are in full bloom, adding radiance to the unique courtyard and making it even more elegant and charming.

Ivy walked into the flowers holding the account book and took a deep breath of the fragrance. She immediately felt the refreshing feeling and her heart, which had been depressed by the sweet osmanthus scent, finally became relieved.

"Boss Zhu said that Lady Ivy loves playing and frolicking in the courtyard, so I carefully cultivated the flowers, looking forward to Lady Ivy's early return."

Bofu's clear voice sounded from behind. Ivy, intoxicated by the fragrance, did not respond immediately, but slowly opened her eyes.

"I wonder if Lady Ivy knows Gongjin. He is also a person who loves flowers and cultivates his temperament. His own garden is full of orchids and bamboos that he likes."

When he talked about his good friend, Ivy could hear the obvious joy and relief in his voice.

"And my little Zhongmou likes winter plum the most. He often drinks with me in the winter snow and enjoys the red plum blossoms together. He also said..."

"Didn't you say you wanted to forget about worldly matters?"

Ivy asked back, and Bofu immediately restrained his expression, stammered for a long time, and finally lowered his head in silence.

"I like locust flowers, peach trees, weeping willows, and ginkgo trees..." Ivy smiled brightly towards Bofu.

“I wonder if you can plant it in your yard?”

"I'm afraid not." Bo Fu shook his drooping sleeves, shook his body, and leaned against the wooden door with his hands.

"These extremely yang and pure things are beyond the reach of a mere mortal like me. As for the reason, Lady Ivy should know."

"Who is your superior, the King of Hell or the Black and White Impermanence?" Ivy had already pretended to be tired, so she just talked casually.

"He used to be the King of Hell, and now he is the Seraph Uriel who controls the entrance to the three realms."

"Can't understand."

"It's really hard to talk to someone who is not very knowledgeable... Then you must know my direct superior - Raphael."

Gusts of gentle breeze blew by, carrying the fragrance of flowers, brushing across Ivy's waterfall-like black hair and Bofu's flowing sleeves.

The color of Bo Fu's eyes suddenly changed, one turned turquoise, the other turned purple, emitting a mysterious light under the eaves.

The air around them became increasingly solemn, and Ivy put away her smile.

With the rising sun above her head, she felt as if she was surrounded by ice.

Bofu smiled gently, and his mouth full of fangs flashed in the wind, which was very dazzling to Ivy.

"Hey, you're all here. Have you met each other?"

Mr. Zhu's untimely appearance at the door interrupted the lightning and thunder between the two.

He stretched out his body and reached out his right hand to Bofu's chest for unknown reasons.

"Ivy, learn from Bofu. He is a young master from a wealthy family. You are a girl from the countryside, and you are more arrogant than your boss!"

Mr. Zhu patted Bofu's chest while scolding Ivy, who was looking unhappy among the flowers.

"My Bofu is still the best. He is lovable and endearing..."

"Look at the account books! Old pervert, like a Tukma."

Ivy impatiently interrupted Mr. Zhu's disgusting babbling. She glanced at Mr. Zhu who was lying on Bofu's chest, and walked into the house cursing.

"Hey, what did you say about me!"

"Boss Zhu, that's the dialect of the Jingchu region. It says you are a toad."

"You little bastard!"

Mr. Zhu was not to be outdone. He followed Ivy into the house while shouting angrily.

Bo Fu put his hands behind his back and turned his eyes, which had returned to normal, to the upper right.

A purple figure crouched behind a tree that was so big that two people could hug it, and quietly poked its head out, like a cautious cat hiding among the leaves.

Bo Fu smiled and looked away, then made a gesture and walked into the house.

The emotions in his eyes were murky and unclear, and it was unclear what conspiracy he was plotting that no one knew about.