Leader Lan Palace

Chapter 1242 Three volumes 355 (2 more)
My mood is surging, but my mind still has to return from the distant Dajinchuan to my eyes.

My mood also calmed down.

He stroked Zhuyu's long neck again: "It's getting late, you should go to bed too."

Letting go of his hand, not looking at Zhuyu's lingering gaze, he turned around resolutely and walked back towards the main room.

It was July, and all kinds of grass were blooming, even in the flowerpots piled aside under the eaves that were temporarily unused, weeds did not know when they grew.A few days ago, it looked like a small green bud, but now it quietly bloomed purple flowers.

Fu Heng couldn't help squinting his eyes in the night, couldn't help but walked over, squatted down, and looked at it for a while.

The potted flower that Jiu'er once poured wine on also bloomed small purple flowers in the same way—the first time I saw it that year was also in July.

He felt drunk at this moment, as if drunk again, he stretched out his hand to caress the soft petals, and asked softly: "... Have you ever been drunk by her? I haven't seen you in these years, how are you?"
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Still returning to the main room, through the floor-to-ceiling flower cover carved from red sandalwood, the bed curtain in the warm pavilion can be seen from a distance.The tent hook hangs lightly, and the emerald green silk sash hanging from the tent hook sways like willow smoke in March.

Fu Heng walked over, his footsteps were troubled.

Lan Qiao and Bi Hai shouted inward first: "Go back to Fujin, Master Jiu is back!"

This announcement was equivalent to sealing the door behind Fu Heng, leaving him with no way out.

He sat down, lifted a corner of the bed curtain, and sat down with his back turned inward.He dismissed Bi Hai and Lan Qiao, and slowly took off his boots.

Suddenly, a familiar fragrance lingered in his nostrils.

His mind couldn't help being pulled, and he hurriedly turned around to look for it.

Turning inward, the whole tent is filled with that fragrance, the more inward the more intense.

He couldn't help staring at Lampe who was already lying in the tent, blushing and staring at him with autumnal charm.

"This fragrance...?"

Lan Pei blushed: "These are two kinds of flowers and plants. When they are dried, they will naturally have a fragrance. One is the crabapple flowers in the Yongshou Palace of the Master. Sweep up the petals and dry them in the sun. Now in July, all the crabapple flowers have withered, so the master has filled up two big bags. Let the master and the girls in Yongshou Palace sew together purse, sachet."

"I went into the palace this time and smelled the fragrance in the palace, so my master gave me a few and asked me to bring them back."

Fu Heng closed his eyes lightly.

Lampe also lowered his eyes, only looking at the nose, the nose and the mouth, and the mouth and the heart.

"The sachet under the curtain is not only made of crabapple flowers, but also a more special one, which is the leaves of the green osmanthus tree. This green osmanthus comes from Master Ling's mother's family. Master Ling said that she was born In time, the family planted it."

"The sweet-scented osmanthus tree is naturally fragrant. It's still July, and it's not yet the season for sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in August. However, Master Ling said that because her green osmanthus tree was planted in the flower field, it didn't bloom until the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers bloomed. It is also because the leaves of the osmanthus tree absorb the fragrance of the flowers in the surrounding flower fields all summer, so even the leaves are fragrant."

"Master Ling used to climb to that tree every July when she was a child, and besides picking honey from the tree, she also brought all the leaves down and sewed them into sachets to carry with her. Master Ling said that she likes this kind of honey the most. Green osmanthus leaves are naturally fragrant but not overpowering."

How could Fu Heng forget.Although Haitang could directly think of Yongshou Palace, that was the story after Jiu'er entered the palace after all, but Qinggui had been with her earlier in her life.

When he saw her for the first time, he remembered that she was so delicate, as if she had the smell of a mountain breeze.

(End of this chapter)