All of them were all things that Bai Xian'er had never seen in the market before, even in the homes of some dignitaries, and she couldn't help but be even more jealous.

I originally wanted to hang a merchant named Fei Yunhai, who was full of money, but who knew that he had refused to take the bait, just listening to her play the piano.

Moreover, that Fei Yunhai is still the big shopkeeper of many shops, and now it can be said that he is very rich, and it is said that he can be compared with the shopkeeper of Song in the Wanjia family.

However, although he did not catch a rich businessman, he also married Xiangye as an aunt.

Although she is not a regular wife now, with her beauty and means, she will one day.

Let's start with Mrs. Liu's can't come back.

She thought coldly, looking at the delicate camellia, she couldn't help but reach out and pick a hairpin in her hair, feeling that only she could afford this beautiful and elegant camellia.

Since Mrs. Liu told her about Pei Ruolan's portrait and some poems and Pei Ruolan's living habits, she asked her to deliberately imitate it, and now she feels that she is almost Pei Ruolan.

A daughter from a scholarly family, lonely and proud, but kind and gentle, with a fairy-like temperament, but also kind and gentle feelings.

Bai Xian'er felt that it was herself, but she was wrong when she was reincarnated, and fate played tricks on her, allowing her to embark on another path.

Fortunately, we have now come to the same place.

"Aunt Bai, that's a very precious Luoxia, it's hard to find a pot, if you break one, Miss will be unhappy."

She thought so proudly that she couldn't help but put her hand on the flower branch, and just as she was about to exert herself, she heard a somewhat shrill voice in her ear reminding her.

She saw a tall girl wearing a begonia red armor, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, and fine white skin, staring at her unhappily.

This is the big girl in front of Shen Mingzhu, those eyes, aren't they like the horizontal waves of autumn water, but they are a girl's life.

Bai Xian'er snorted coldly in her heart, but said with a smile: "This sister misunderstood, I just looked, who is willing to pick such a good flower." Even if you let it slowly wither on the branches, that's pretty good. ”

She naturally ridiculed Shen Mingzhu in her heart that she would not enjoy it, no matter how much you cherish this flower, it will also wither, take it off and wear it on your head, wouldn't it look better.

What's more, this flower will bloom again.

As he was talking, he saw two little girls with camellias on their heads coming in from outside, holding a sewing basket in their hands, and said as soon as they entered the door: "Sister Liubo, Sister Fangqing said that it is snowing today, and she will wear a red camellia for a scene, let me help her cut it, and she will make knee pads for the eldest lady." ”

Liubo let her cut it herself.

The little girl walked up to the pots of hard-to-find camellias, and without blinking her eyes, she cut a few of the most delicate ones.

Over there, Shen Mingxuan was anxious, and couldn't help blurting out: "Hey, why are you girls so ignorant, this flower is so precious, how can you cut it casually, aren't there a few ordinary pots over there?" ”

Those pots are ordinary ones that Shen Mingxuan can call by name, similar to the pots in the house of the old lady Mrs. Liu in the house, even like this, it costs dozens of taels of silver a pot, and it is definitely not something that a girl can wear on weekdays.

Even Mrs. Liu has to weigh it, and keep it for the guests to come so that they can fit the situation.