Xu Wanzhao, who has relaxed, plans to make some perfume for her own use, she has been in this world for almost a year, although she is learning to adapt to it in all aspects of life, but there are still some things that must be there.

"Alas, why are you so backward, you can cross over, you can travel to a place with developed technology, at least there must be takeaways, express delivery, a treasure like a website, you can buy these things at home without going out. What is this world now, if you want to use some perfume, you have to make it yourself. Xu Wanzhao complained while sorting out the thoughts in his mind, preparing to gather all the information about perfume making.

"Qiuhe, you go and help me find a basket to come over, just a bigger flower basket." It is obviously impossible to make perfume with essential oils, and the conditions here are barely able to make some pure natural perfume lotions. Therefore, it is still necessary to collect some petals by yourself.

"Miss, what do you want this basket for?" Although Qiu He was asking, he quickly brought the basket that Xu Wanzhao asked for.

"Come with me, go to the back garden and get some petals and make something fun." After Xu Wanzhao finished speaking, she took Qiu He and walked in the direction of the Imperial Garden in addition to Jingdegong.

"Ahem...... Qiuhe, you go ahead. Xu Wanzhao just walked out of the palace gate of Jingde Palace, stopped, and let Qiu He walk in front, it is estimated that this lost king really can't find the way to the imperial garden.

Qiu He also understood Xu Wanzhao's intentions, holding a flower basket in his left hand, covering his mouth with his right hand, and smiling lightly, without making a sound, he walked straight in front of Xu Wanzhao and led the way.

The two didn't walk long before they arrived at the Imperial Garden, the palace is so big, so close to the Imperial Garden, it is estimated that the emperor also arranged Jingdegong here to take care of this Emperor Taishang's father. Along the way, Xu Wanzhao was carefully arranging his various ideas.

"Qiu He, you help me pick more of this pink flower, remember to pick the more tender petals inside." The flowers here are not as diverse as on the earth, and there are only dozens of flowers in the entire palace, as for the lavender, red roses, blue roses, violets, and osmanthus that Xu Wanzhao wants...... There is no such flower. In desperation, Xu Wanzhao can only use his nose one by one to make a choice, after all, the fragrance of flowers here is not very good, most of them have almost no fragrance, and it is not easy to find a flower that exudes a passable fragrance, Xu Wanzhao's words are, the more the merrier.

Leaving aside the autumn lotus picking petals on the side, Xu Wanzhao continued to walk, if you use a flower to make a perfume, it is better to take a bath directly with the petals, or bring a bag of petals on the body.

Just as Xu Wanzhao was walking and choosing flowers along the way, she suddenly saw a woman in pink in front of her, sitting alone at the stone table next to the rockery in a daze. looked at her dressed in silk thorn powder, wearing a golden jade hairpin, a pair of cloud shoes on her feet, holding a white and flawless jade jade in her hand, her head slightly sideways, and staring blankly at the purple Qiongxiang flower on the side.

"Who are you, girl? Why are you alone here? Xu Wanzhao didn't want to do much, but when she saw a woman sitting on a stone bench in a daze in the cold weather, she looked like she missed a scumbag.

"Junxiao and good flowers are not always there, and there are more falling flowers than Junqing. When the flowers are reopened, who will the concubine talk to? Alas......" did not answer Xu Wanzhao's question, and the woman recited a poem and sighed.

"Miss, the little woman doesn't know what to say or not. Forget it, let's just talk about people, I see that you are hurt by love, why bother, it's not worth it for such a scumbag. We should live happily, your luck is not far from you" Although Xu Wanzhao didn't get any reply, listening to this poem, she also knew that this girl was eighty percent ...... Met a scumbag......