Gu Jialiang and Li Xiangying entered the room and muttered, not knowing what they were discussing.

Simply Qingdai is in a good mood today, cleaning up the camellia tree.

Looking at the lush and stretched leaves, Qing Dai's mood became better.

The branches are lightly picked, hooking the corners of the green daisy, like a fairy jumping in nature, showing its active vitality.

Camellia is the best flower to feed, and it has a long flowering period, usually once in spring and once in autumn, but it is rare that it has not bloomed for three years.

You can't be so willful just because you're a precious breed.

Qing Dai grunted, bent her eyebrows, and gently wiped its dusty leaves.

The beauty of the purple robe lies not in the layers and extraordinarily gorgeous flower bones that bloom, but in the kind of heroic way of dying, and they also have a name called the severed head flower.

Camellia is not like other flowers, one petal by one slowly falling to witness its own death, but the whole flower seems to have been pinched down and fallen into the soil.

It slowly decays over the years, and even if it withers and falls, it is an extreme beauty, and it retains its original appearance until it turns yellow and withers.

The fingertips of Qing Dai are gentle, and the small branches and leaves seem to be very suitable, as if they are blown by the breeze, and it stretches out like a lazy waist, rubbing Qing Dai's wrist and palm.

Qingdai put her hands behind her back, took a breath of fragrance, and squinted her eyes, "You have to bloom obediently." ”

At the end of the busy work, Qing Dai lifted the kettle, simply sprinkled water, reached out and patted the dust on her body, turned around and left.

Just in the depths of the flowers and leaves, a small bud popped out silently......

Qing Dai walked to the door, and just happened to hear Gu Jialiang say with a smile, "Haha no, my grandmother is about to celebrate her birthday, and the Baishou diagram has not been embroidered yet, so let's do it again next time." ”

Longevity?

New plot points are coming.

Qing Dai pursed the corners of her mouth tightly, as if she thought of something, and at this time Bai Zhi came over and took the brewed tea.

She called out to Qing Dai softly in confusion, "Qing Dai? Why don't you go in? ”

Qing Dai immediately came back to her senses, and scratched her head with a smile, "I seem to have forgotten something, standing here thinking about it." ”

Bai Zhi nodded without any doubt, "Then you take the things over there in a while, and the young lady will go to the old lady." ”

Qing Dai followed Bai Zhi's line of sight and saw the neat scriptures placed there, all of which were copied by Gu Jialiang himself, which could be regarded as full of sincerity.

Qing Dai nodded, walked over with a petite and sensitive figure, avoided the sight of Gu Jialiang and Li Xiangying, put the things neatly, and put them on a tray.

She waited outside, waiting for Gu Jialiang and them to get up and send Li Xiangying away.

Seeing that Gu Jialiang smiled, he gently reached out and stroked the top of his hair, his eyes picked up Qingdai, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Qingdai, let's go."

Qing Dai subconsciously turned her head to look at Bai Zhi who was busy, nodded after hesitation, paced small steps with timidity, and followed Gu Jialiang out.

Originally, the courtyard arranged by the old lady was to let Gu Jialiang get closer to her, so she just turned a corner and arrived at the courtyard with a strong sandalwood fragrance.

Deshang Yaju coexists with bamboo. When you enter the door, you can see a large field of bamboo, and the breeze brings the crisp aroma of bamboo.

Gu Jialiang's eyes moved slowly, Mama Liu's eyes were sharp, and when she saw Gu Jialiang's figure, she trotted over with a bright smile.

"The second lady is here, the old lady is about to see you."

Gu Jialiang had a gentle smile on his face, his chin drooped his eyes, so unkind.

"There is no reason for a grandmother to see her granddaughter."

"Mama Liu, you don't have to be so polite, you are an old man, and I want to learn things from you in the future."

Mama Liu listened to the obedient words, so she naturally smiled, and narrowed her eyes into a slit.

"The second lady is good-natured and filial, and the old lady should be even more happy to see you."

"Miss be careful of the steps, go this way."

Qing Dai followed behind, she didn't dare to see this old lady, her eyes were so fierce, like the evil mother-in-law in an ethical drama, she was just like a little turtle, shrinking her head and not speaking.

As soon as I entered the inner room, the rich aroma filled the snort of Qing Dai.

Because it is mixed with sandalwood, this originally cold smell becomes a little sticky.

Qing Dai seemed to think of something, and suddenly raised her head, staring at the old lady who was sitting on the Taishi chair with wide eyes.

No, it's not what I thought it would be.

Qing Dai followed Gu Jialiang's instructions and put the scriptures on the table inside.

Coincidentally, the moment her eyes turned slightly, she happened to see a small porcelain box next to the mirror.

Even the orchids on it are exactly the same as in my memory, with small orchids on the square lid, about the size of the palm of your hand.

Qing Dai's whole body suddenly became cold, as if the blood was unwilling to flow, she froze in place, staring at that place, unable to move her legs and feet.

This box is exactly the same as the box of the balm used by Jiang Zhaoyue before, and even the fragrance is exactly the same as the one in the memory fragment.

Why the hell is it here? This is a plot that is not in the original text, Qing Dai stared tangledly, and did not go out until Gu Jialiang shouted.

They were still talking, and the old lady affectionately pulled Gu Jialiang's palm and stroked it gently.

Qing Dai's eyes wandered over the two of them, her nose was slightly sore, she gritted her teeth, and she seemed to have made up her mind in a corner where no one saw, and stood out hard.

"Does the old lady have a headache?"

Gu Jialiang and the old lady's eyes turned in an instant, and they all fell on Qing Dai's body.

The old lady seemed to be in a good mood, and she was not annoyed by Qingdai's little maid's talk.

"Yes, I've had migraines in the past two days, and I can't sleep well."

Qing Dai was already well-behaved and pleasing, and then gently bent her eyebrows and eyes, revealing a cute little dimple, no one could refuse.

"Old lady, the slave will give you a press to relieve some relief."

The old lady first froze for a moment, then hooked the corners of her lips and squinted her eyes kindly.

"Okay."

Qingdai puffed out her cheeks, and confidently took out the eye exercises that she had trained for many years.

Without saying a word, get started directly.

The old lady closed her eyes and let Qing Dai's small hands gently rub her forehead, but she unexpectedly showed an expression of enjoyment.

"Not bad."

Qing Dai smiled sweetly and asked, "Old lady, is the strength okay?" ”

The old lady hummed softly.

Gu Jialiang also looked at Qing Dai with some surprise, "When will you still do this?" ”

Then you still need to say, the practice that has been started since elementary school, can it?

"Ahaha, that, this is what the slave and maid figured out for themselves."

Qing Dai approached the old lady's forehead, and suddenly pretended to frown, and said nervously, "Did the old lady use any balm?" Why does it smell like poppies? ”