The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 974
The burnt incense pills are placed in it. If there is no ashes, even if they are burnt out, they are still formed into a mass of gray-brown hard soil, which is a special lavender incense pill.

This incense pill, Bitao brought from Prince Qin's Mansion, smelled the smell, mixed with a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, last autumn, Bitao picked the sweet-scented osmanthus from Prince Qin's Mansion and sent it to Xiangfang for making.

However, it wasn't just this smell on the clothes.

Bitao waited on Tang Nineteen to change his clothes. Tang Nineteen asked, "What did you use to smoke it? Why does it smell like winter jasmine?"

"Oh, those are jasmine scented pills. The slaves put them in the censer, put the censer under the clothes hanger, and smoked them for a while, but the smell was too weak. After the two scented pills were smoked, there was no fragrance. The servant girl used osmanthus scented pills, put them in the scented beads, and rolled them around a few times, especially the armpits and neckline, you can smell it and see if it smells good."

Tang Nineteen "don't force" sniffed a few sips, he was close, once the breath was strong, he couldn't smell the faint fragrance of winter jasmine.

"You!"

Bi Tao looked innocent, ignorant and innocent, tugged at Tang Nineteen's sleeves, and raised her head from under her armpit: "Miss, what's wrong with me?"

"You smoked me like a flower, you are not afraid of attracting bees and butterflies."

Only then did Bi Tao remember to ask where Tang Nineteen was going: "Miss, are you going on an outing?"

"Enter the palace."

"Ah, what are you doing in the palace?"

"See the emperor."

Bi Tao was a little apprehensive: "Could it be that the emperor doesn't like such a strong smell."

Tang Shijiu intentionally frightened her: "What does the emperor use? Noble ambergris. The sweet-scented osmanthus we collected by ourselves is smoked like an sweet-scented osmanthus essence. Can he use it?" like."

"Well, what should I do, otherwise, I'd better borrow a suit of clothes for you."

Tang Nineteen looked at the little girl's bewildered look, and couldn't help laughing: "I'm just kidding you. Okay, let's get someone to prepare the carriage. I'm going out."

Bi Tao breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a coquettish expression, "Miss, you are so bad."

As he said that, he couldn't help asking another question: "Is it really not too thick to make the emperor hate it?"

Tang Nineteen smiled and said: "The apricot blossoms are not expensive flowers. The emperor burrowed into the apricot blossoms, and he was still thinking about practicing swordplay in the morning. What do you think those empresses in the palace are using for their shiny heads? It's all sweet-scented osmanthus head oil, the emperor sleeps on these sweet-scented osmanthus heads every day, and he's used to smelling them, besides, can he smell me like this?"

As Tang Nineteen said, he pulled Bitao over and leaned against Bitao's collar.

Bi Tao's face turned red when she heard it: "Miss, you should scare this servant."

"Go, go, carriage."

"Yes!"

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"What kind of fragrance is this?"

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the man close at hand made Tang Nineteen's heart beat violently, but it was not because of the massive secretion of hormones, but because of being frightened.

She never expected that the emperor would suddenly lean on her collar and sniff it lightly.

If Jiang Defu wasn't in the house, she would have escaped long ago.

I'm afraid that the scene in the bath that day will repeat itself again.

"Osmanthus, sweet-scented osmanthus."

She lost her composure in front of the emperor, because the emperor acted too intimately.

The emperor looked at her thoughtfully: "It's not sweet-scented osmanthus, it's something else."

"That, maybe, is the winter jasmine."

The emperor was startled suddenly, and looked at Tang Jiujiu with a pair of black eyes, as if he wanted to eat her, with a deep and complicated light.

(End of this chapter)