The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

And the two flower demons led her to the door on the left side of Baoxia, and reported in a low voice: "Master Mojun, Miss Fang will bring you here."

"Let her in." His faint voice came from inside the room.

Two flower demons opened the door for her and bowed together: "Miss Fang, please come in."

Fang Xiyan suddenly had the urge to run away!

A heart was beating wildly.But at this moment, the arrow was already on the string, and she couldn't allow her to shrink back.Gritting his teeth and resolutely, he walked in. [

The candle shadows in the house are red, all kinds of furniture are exquisite and neat, and they are arranged in an orderly manner. The floor is paved with fine bamboo under the feet, and various kinds of strange stones are placed on the hollow screen.There are crystal and rainy Yuhua stones, blood-red and warm bloodstones, emerald stones as green as watermelons, white as fat suet jade... and some strange-shaped stones that she can't name at all.

She froze for a moment, and suddenly felt some strange feelings in her heart.

It seems that this woman named Feiyue still has the same hobbies as her. She also likes to collect stones in modern times. Whenever she travels, she will definitely bring back a bag of stones. Stones of various colors are placed in a room. .

The elder sister once jokingly said that the stones in her house can be used to place a gossip array...

Didn't expect to see so many here

She looked at the stones for a while, and was a little lost until a hand was put on her shoulder: "What's wrong?"

The voice was low and sweet, and the scent of tea and flowers lightly surrounded her.

Fang Xiyan's heart tightened, and there seemed to be heat in his hands, which made her slightly flustered, and she took a step forward calmly, avoiding his embrace: "No...it's nothing."

There are so many stone lovers in the world, it is not surprising that they have the same interest.

Fang Xiyan shook her head, shaking off the weird feeling in her heart, she couldn't help but look around the room.

The most conspicuous thing in the house is a large bed. The light red curtains on the bed are hung by silver hooks. The bedding on the bed is brand new, and the cloud quilt is embroidered with patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water...

Fang Xiyan's eyes turned away suddenly, not daring to look any further.

This place is the place where he will be lingering with her for a while, this arrangement is a bit like the wedding bed in ancient legends

Her gaze landed on a big vase in the corner of the room again, and she shrank slightly!

The big vase was as tall as a person, with a wide mouth, a thin neck, and a big belly. There was a picture of a landscape figure painted on it.

Overlapping mountains, swaying leaves, a man and a woman walking on the mountain road, both with their backs to their bodies, holding a thin bamboo umbrella together, the misty rain is swaying, giving people a very harmonious and peaceful feeling.

Fang Xiyan's heart skipped a beat again, and she felt that this vase was very suitable for her eyes, and it was quite suitable for her mind.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch it, the texture of the vase was smooth and cold, like jade.

She looked at the opening of the vase, and a thought suddenly came up, such a big vase, if a child crawls around on it mischievously, they might fall into it... [

I was taken aback for a moment again, what was I thinking about?

This vase is so tall, how can a child climb it?

Unless it's a kung fu...

"This vase was broken once." Feng Xiaoxun's voice faintly sounded behind her.The voice was too close to her, which startled her, and she moved forward, almost bumping into the vase.

As soon as her waist tightened, someone gently pulled her around to make her stand firm: "Be careful, do you want it to shatter again?"