Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1227
But when I searched around here, they were all rouge pollen, and the top-grade ambergris that the shopkeeper brought out was not the flavor he was looking for.

He couldn't find the spice in his memory, so he was going to leave and return home.

When Qin Moxue chatted with Princess Yun, he was still thinking about the smell in his memory in a daze. It was a little cool, a little light and elegant fragrance, and seemed to be entangled with a little bit of Rulan's breath.

At this time, Qin Yuyun called out the prince to calm him down.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a woman wearing a mask, her eyes fixed on him quietly.

Her eyes are very complicated, as if she has a thousand words and hides a lot of content.

For a moment, he felt that this look was a little familiar, especially with his skill, although the woman was wearing a purple fox mask, the teardrops embedded in the gap between the eyelashes and the mask hit his eyelids.

Inexplicably, his heart suddenly trembled as if it had been hit by something.

Mo Xiaowan's lips trembled, and he really wanted to call out: "Uncle Xuanyuan."

But what she didn't know was that even though she and his gaze were intertwined for only a moment, they still did not escape Qin Moxue's eyes. She believed that all the women in the world wanted to seduce the prince, and her eyes had a hint of viciousness.

"Sister Yun, why is she crying?"

"Oh!"

Qin Yuyun pinched Mo Xiaowan's palm fiercely. This little aunt hadn't even taken the first step, and she was almost exposed, which aroused Qin Moxue's jealousy.

She sighed, dragged out an ending sound, and smiled cleverly: "Her eyes are perfumed by aroma. My friend likes the scent of herbs. She can't smell the scent of flowers. She sheds tears when she smells it."

"Yeah, Your Highness, Wen Niang also feels strange, a good daughter's family doesn't like the smell of pollen, but prefers the smell of low-grade herbs."

Wen Niang saw that the servant had brought some boxes, wrapped the boxes of mint incense in paper, and pushed them in front of Mo Xiaowan.

"This is the kind of mint fragrance you want. This kind of herb is very cheap, but it has a refreshing effect. That is to say, pickers and farmers will look for this kind of spice. Tianxiangfang has long stopped importing this kind of cheap spice, and the warehouse has no These few boxes, next time there will be no more."

The shopkeeper's words made Mo Xiaowan's ears especially harsh.

It's cheap to say a word, but it's cheap to say a word.

She hated it. Some people used words like low and cheap to describe the taste he liked.

She can guarantee that this woman Wen will definitely pay the price for what she said.

Princess Yun wanted to teach Wen Niang a lesson, Mo Xiaowan knew that she couldn't control her tears today and was already too impatient, so she tugged Qin Yuyun's sleeve and looked calm.

"Let's go!"

"Hold on."

Just as Mo Xiaowan and Qin Yuyun walked to the door, Xuanyuanchen suddenly called her: "The peppermint fragrance in your hand, take it and show it to Your Highness."

Mo Xiaowan was overjoyed, she actually wanted to know more.

Does he still remember this familiar smell?
Although, every step approaching him, when the feet stepped on the ground, was as flimsy and soft as stepping on a pile of cotton wool.

After trembling slightly, he stabilized his mind, took out a bottle of peppermint incense from the paper bag, and handed it to him.

When her hand brushed across his palm, the familiar touch made her almost impulsively squeeze his hand tightly.

She is so greedy for the warmth of his palms, she really wants to throw herself into his arms and talk about him, about his and her pair of little buns.

Being stared at by Qin Moxue, Mo Xiaowan retracted his hand in a respectful manner.

There is ample time!

Too much urgency can spoil things.

(End of this chapter)