In the Lan Garden, horse-drawn carriages stopped at the east gate one after another, and a group of good-looking and well-dressed grandmothers hung their hands on their sides, with a warm smile like a spring breeze on their faces, greeting the young ladies and sons of each family.

The poetry meeting will start in half an hour, and a number of long tables, fruit plates, various pastries, and freshly brewed tea have been arranged in the garden. Some places have already sat people, looking up, the top of the head is the fragrant golden cinnamon, the feet are also full of pots of jasmine, there are blue embroidered gold screens on both sides, and the pavilions and pavilions are also hung with soft and tender curtains.

This poetry meeting has been held for three years, once a year, and today is the first time that Miss Yung has participated. Rong Qianhua looked around, and couldn't help but praise that the elegance and grace of the Osmanthus Garden were not very good compared with the small gardens in the palace

Chapter 48 of "My Sister's Pampered Daily" I want to be in a group with her is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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